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PLO KOON FINALLY DRAWN LIKE THE BADDIE HE IS
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#bark bark bark#wooooo woof woof grrrr#bark bark woof grrr#drooling#plo koon#star wars#i love you so much#this art is perfect#i'm eating this art#grrrrr#i bite#eating and chewing this#ahhhhhhhhhhhhh#woof woof#plo my koon til I jedi#let me touch his face hole#ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#okay im done#i'm totally normal about this#thank you artist#BARK BARK
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retconning stroud out of the deep roads so i can shove laure amell and the hawke siblings and varric and anders all into the same little camp. they would all have such a bad time
#carver: dying of blight. with an inferiority complex. but mostly dying#danie: MY BROTHER!!! MY BABY BROTJER HELP HIM!!!!!#anders: oh god oh fuck. wait a minute. i recognize this area. isnt this where the commander should be? oh hell#varric: we are all going to đŞŚdieâ°ď¸ in a đł hole. not even a GOOD hole#warden commander laure amell of ferelden and amaranthine: oh. anders. glad you're not dead or a darkspawn but Why The Fuck Are You Here#anders: oh hell. uh.#warden commander laure amell of ferelden and amaranthine: actually shut up. darkspawn incoming. its too open here so follow me to camp#'uh- commander-' 'shut it. there are shrieks about. this is a nasty area to be in with non-wardens' [glaring disapprovingly]#they awkwardly walk to camp. sigrun and a couple other wardens are there. they all sit down & drop their stuff#amell sits on a stump and pulls out a corked bottle. pops the cork. sniffs it. takes a swig. her white hair almost seems to glow?#she coughs then asks anders 'so why *are* you this far in the deep roads with a band of nonwardens? how'd you even get here?'#anders pulls out the map and hands it over. she looks at it. her expression darkens. she rolls up the map and says 'Anders.' he looks up.#she whaps him on the head with the map and gripes 'do you have ANY idea how long I spent looking for these fucking maps?!' whap 'you dick!'#she whaps him one more time then stuffs the maps into her bag. 'that still doesn't tell me WHY you're here. out with it.'#varric speaks up: 'my asshole brother locked us in a thaig. we came down on an expedition and found an idol that he betrayed us for'#amell frowns. 'a *thaig*? there aren't any records in the shaperate of any out this far. this isn't even a main branch of the deep roads.'#'it could be ancient!' sigrun offers 'or an unsavory secret the shaperate 'lost'. like Caridin?' amell nods & turns back to varric.#'so you're looking for a way out.' they nod. 'and just happened to come by this way?' anders says 'no commander- we need your help.'#amell takes another swig of her bottle. her hair is definitely glowing slightly. 'who *doesn't* these days. but for a pair of old friends-'#she winks at anders. 'what is it you need?' danie interrupts. '-please- my brother is sick- if you can't help him he'll die!'#amell looks at hawke then at carver. gets up and steps over to him. kneels in front of him and unceremoniously grabs his face#tilts his chin up (carotid + jugular blackened) peels his eyelid back (sclera greying and bloodshot) pries open his mouth (tongue greying)#then releases his head and stands shaking her hands. 'oh yeah. that's blight for sure. this is why you sought me out?' anders nods.#'we'll take him. but you know- he may not survive the joining.' 'any chance is better than letting him die!' 'i agree.' amell says coolly.#'youre lucky. we can do it here but the prep will take time. rest. eat. be on your guard. and DO NOT touch my whiskey if you're not a mage.'#it takes like a day of prep. also no one has used amell's name so they havent figured out the Cousins thing yet#eventually amell pulls carver over to the fire and hands him a cup of the joining potion and says 'you get one warning. *don't flinch.*'#he drinks it. he lives. but he's unconscious. amell sends the party on their way#to anders: here. i found this not long after you left. *hands him the phylactery* you and justice be careful. it's getting chaotic out there#to hawke: for what it's worth im sorry. if ever you need the wardens' assistance i grant it under the authority of warden-commander amell
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đŞđ¨đ´đˇđźđş đđšđŹâđ˛ !!
#SYNOPSISâ whoring around your college campus with the jjk men #CHARACTERSâ toji, nanami, choso, itadori #CONTENT WARNINGSâ
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LAB TECHNICIAN!TOJI
who you suck off as an apology for him to go through all that trouble to fix the broken incubator you messed up.
âYou gottaâfuck, do better than this, doll,â the rugged male teased, hiding a groan beneath his breath as your throat tightened around the fat tip of his cock. âWe wouldnât want your name on this report, do we?â
The sounds that bounced from the walls were dirty to the coreâa mix of wet squelches and muffled chokes. You were on your sore knees, spit-covered hands twisting around his veiny length that couldnât quite fit into your mouth as you lapped over his sensitive slit with your tongue. He was all you could smell, the strong scent of his masculine essence drifting into your nose, making your head heavy and drawing a tingly pool of arousal between your sticky thighs.Â
His large hands tightened around your head when you hollowed your cheeks, tears clinging onto your eyelashes as you drunkenly gazed up at him; absorbing the sight of him nearly melting from pleasure. âKeep sucking, pretty girl,â Toji inhaled through his teeth, his eyes closing shut into a frown as he threw his head back, his hips jutting towards you as the pressure building in his nerves neared its limits.Â
You felt his tip twitch before he slammed your head all the way down to the base of his shaft, your body jumping from the shock and your jaw slacking from the fullness of his cock that stuffed your entire mouth. Your head remained still as the groaning male fucked his cock into your wet cavern, your throat gagging, tightening around his fat girth every time it touched the base of your throat.Â
His groans turned to almost cries of pleasure as he forced himself deeper and harder into you, his balls slapping against your chin and your fingers reached between your aching legs, playing with yourself. You were nothing but a messy state of a toy, with drool dripping down your swollen lips and tears ruining your makeup with each sore gag of your muscles, pathetic digits rubbing your throbbing nerves.Â
A moan gurgled up from your throat when a rupture of velvety cum filled your insides, spilling down to your chin and chest. âThatâs it, take it like a good fucking girl,â your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his strong hands forced your nose against his pelvis, and you let out a soft groan when the thick whiff of his masculine scent hit your senses. His breath was hot and heavy against the crisp air as he moaned through his crashing orgasm, pulling your hair from the pressure as you tongue his throbbing sensitive tip.
You spat his thick semen onto the ground after Toji pulled himself out of your mouth, your eyes blinking into a rest as you tried to relax your sore jaw. And before you knew it, youâre pulled onto your feet, a look of unsatiated smirk lurking on his face. âNow, wonât you show me your other hole?â
â
PROFESSOR!NANAMI
who gives you a late personal class about the female anatomy when everyone has left the lecture hall.
The cold pad of his fingers rolled your hardened bud, and a mixture of humiliation and twisted arousal pervaded through your mind as you laid on top of his desk, thighs spread as he inspected your exposed sex. ââitâs surrounded with nerves, and extends to beneath the labia majora.â
His touches flutter down your to said part of your loin, and his eyes momentarily fell upon your face; drinking in the sight of your feverish visage, evident of the blood that cascaded through your vessels.Â
âItâsâŚâ Kentoâs gaze remained on you, and you could almost see the carnal hunger prowling behind his glasses, his fingers working its ritualistic dance of heavy swipes on your puffy clit. âVery sensitive.âÂ
Your back arched as pleasure began to sneak up upon you, your lips pouting in frustration at his tease. âM-More,âÂ
âUse your words,â his words were like a harsh gash of rejection, denying you your path to greater pleasure just to hear you beg for him.Â
âTouch me more, sir,â your breath was stuck at the top of your throat, throbbing cunt yearning for the fingers that traced the outline of your lips. Youâre so fucking needy for himâslick arousal leaking out of your hole, crying for his touch to fill your wet cavern. âPleaseâŚâ
âHmm,â he smirked, thick digits stretching past your tight walls before stirring up your insides with every curl. Your hips rose into the air as he continued to taunt your dripping cunt, pressing against the gummy part of your wall and jumbling up your nerves. âWhat do you say now?â
âT-Thank you! Thank yoâhhngh!â your teeth were clenched and eyebrows shot upwards, feeling the jittery burn passing through your nerves and dancing at the edge of orgasm. His thumb rolled over your hardened clit, never once losing the momentum of his digits in and out of your squelching, needy cunt. âNngh! Haaââ
Kentoâs canines grazed against the flesh of his lip as he watched your features twist to the rising intensity in your belly. Your hands scrambled to grip the edge of the table as he felt your walls flutter, wet cunny gushing around his hand and juices squirting onto his wrist as your stomach tensed. âGood girl,â the low timber of his voice nearly made you purr as you breathed cool from your high. âWhy donât we move on to something more?â
â
NERD!CHOSO
who does your assignments for you in exchange for you to teach and guide him the ways to please a girl with your own body.
âT-There, good!â your grip tightened around his hair as you slightly pushed his head into your cunt, your hips rolling with your eyes sighed into a close. Heâs quiet, observing the way your body jolts whenever he strokes the certain part of your wall, centralising hisÂ
Heâs slurping you up like a fucking feast, moaning through your pulsing cunt like a man on a week-long fast. The bridge of his nose rubbed against your hardened clit, stimulating your senses with the bumps and curves of his tongue.
âNnghâah! Choso, baby!â his face flushed red from the way you cried his name, nails sinking into his hair, gripping onto his scalp as you rode his face to your high. âKeep going, Iâm c-close,â you breathily vocalised, your chest rising and dropping at a high frequency.Â
Heâs good. Perhaps better than you would ever imagine at something so lewdâcheeks hallowing to suck on your throbbing clit as his tongue flicked them over and over again.Â
âS-Stop, ChosoâŚ! Iâm doâannh!â you yelped when he continued to lap at your walls even after your orgasm, disregarding your pleas as he continued to overstimulate you with his licks. His big hands forced your thighs apart when you tried to squeeze them together with his head in between, your attempt futile to stop the butterflies from fluttering through your sore cunt.
He was suffocating himself in your weeping cavern, groaning and moaning with your glistening juices coating his lower faceâaddicted to the way your syrupy essence tasted on his tongue. Your toes curled as your consciousness burst through another dimension of pleasure, your puffy clit sore and cunny gushing all over the bed sheets.Â
Choso peaked at your messy features from between your thighs, his sleepy eyes taking in the sight as he rubbed his hard-on against the bed before sinking down for another lap at your sweet juices.Â
â
JOCK!ITADORI
who fucks the remaining adrenaline left after his game into your cunt in the locker room, the revelry outside from the crowd covering up the banging of the locker metal and your animalistic groans.
âBabyâhaa, yâlook sâpretty inânngh, my medal,â Yuuji drunkenly muttered against your skin, the gold dangling on your neck hitting your marked chest with every brutal thrust of his into your cunt.Â
âY-You did sâgoodâaangh!â your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, thighs numb from how hard he was fucking you. Yuuji had your legs wrapped around his waist, and your back banging against the locker door for the past 10 minutesâyou knew your body would be sore but who cares when youâre gushing around his fat cock.Â
âMmnhâyâfeel sâgood, baby,â his sweaty body pressed against yours before he sloppily kissed your swollen lips again. âYâso tightâhaa, I can feel yâsqueeze all over me.â
âF-Fuck, Yuuji! Iâm closeâhaangh! D-Donât stop!â you cried as you gripped onto his back for your dear life, the roaring orgasm that slowly crept up from your womb threatening to flush your sanity away with its current.Â
âMâclose too, baby. Wanna cum in y-you, please!â he pressed his heavy head against the cool locker metal, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes. He was so fucking near, and his thighs almost gave up to the tingly burn that made his muscles sore.Â
âTâis f-fine, Yuuji. Y-You can cum in meâmmmh!â with a loud, guttural moan, Yuuji buried himself to the hilt inside your core, his body tensing as his seed painted your walls white. He doesnât stop when his thick cum spurted out of your hole, even when youâre screaming his name from the raw burn as he continued to ram into your sloppy cunt.Â
Heâs got a good amount of pent energy in him, and a round of fucking wouldnât amount to controlling himself. Youâd have to have your legs broken off before heâs satisfied yet.Â
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#toji fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji x reader#jjk smut#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#nanami smut#yuji itadori#anime#jjk itadori#jujutsu itadori#itadori x reader#itadori smut#yuuji smut#choso kamo#jjk choso#choso x reader#choso smut#jujutsu kaisen choso#kamo choso#toji smut#jjk toji#toji x you
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Loserboy!Gojo who eats you out and doesn't care that his sunglasses are getting fogged up and smudged. He also doesn't care that the two of you might get caught in the library â even though it's already happened once. He needs to touch himself thru his pants while eating you out; his cock is just so stubborn that it refuses to cum unless he's got a mouthful of your pussy. Whimpering as he aggressively strokes himself, loserboy!Gojo treats his sensitive cock so roughly as he begs you to let go and squirt all over his face and oh it's almost funny watching his pretty eyes flutter shut when he goes into that Zen-like state â his lashes subtly quiver as he laps at your folds 'n slips his tongue into you over and over, eating you out 'till he's gasping... 'till he's got moans spilling out his glossy lips and... and... wait a minute, he's eating it as if he's the one getting pleasure? Loserboy!Gojo eats it like, uh, you know, like he's the slut. You've heard of cockwhore well he's a basically a pussywhore, inhaling as he noses in it and rolling his eyes back like he's getting a high just from that. After long days of boring lectures, he's frothing at the mouth in anticipation of meeting you in the parking lot where he starts out just making out with you against the car door and eventually ends up diving between your legs in the backseat to get a taste of his favorite dessert. "I've been waiting for this all fucking day." he gasps, pretty blue eyes fixated on your pussy; your lips, your puffy clit, your twitchy hole. He's obsessive. He's crazed. Frenzied. Doesn't even bother holding back his slutty, boyish moans as his lips latch onto your clit. He suckles at it 'till you nest your hands in his soft hair. Oh my god he's holding lovesick eye contact with you when you do this. Loserboy!Gojo won't let go of your thighs or let you pull even an inch away from his mouth â overstimulated? Uh, yeah, so? Why not let his mouth over-overstimulate you?? Okay, sure, he'll pout and throw a tantrum but he'll let you go for now, 'cause he knows in exactly two hours he'll be showing up at your door with a guilty horny smile on his face asking if he can come inside, "I missed you." he says throwing his arms around you and hugging you like he's been apart from you for years, "You missed me? Satoru... we had classes together all day." and he gives you this pleading puppy look, "I knowww, but we didn't get to talk much..." and he's so eager to talk to you... by 'talk' I mean mumble obscenities on your pussy. He's smiling to himself because he's got you on his face in minutes. It's just the perfect way to end the day for him. You're spasming thru your second orgasm when he rasps out underneath your shuddering body; "Well she definitely missed me, huh? No, no I can breathe juuust fine... c'mon, ride my face â please."
#mdni#smut#tw: smut#gojo smut#jjk smut#gojo x reader smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru smut#satoru gojo smut#satoru x reader#gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader smut#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you
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FILL ME UP ! â BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
âšâË. he thinks you look so pretty with his cum dripping from your pussy.
⥠feat. aged up! midoriya izuku, bakugŠkatsuki, kirishima eijirou, dabi, takami keigo.
⥠warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], cum eating.
⥠xoxo, juno: iâm sorry this is so short ): the past 72 hours have been horrible hahah
â MIDORIYA IZUKU.
unsurprisingly, he wants to get you pregnant someday; he cums the hardest whenever he thinks about filling you up with his cum and picturing your swollen belly.
âah, baby, iâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cumâ fuck! where do you want it?â izuku stutters, hips jerking wildly as pleasure zaps through him like lightning.
âinside, âzuku..â
âa-are you sure?â his voice rises in surprise and he doesnât know where to put his hands when you thrust your ass into his pelvis. your eyes are hooded when you turn, tossing him a look over your shoulder that has him spilling inside of you with a desperate whine.
izuku cums so much that it starts to run down the length of his cock, so he collects the excess on his fingers before rubbing his sticky fingers against your clit.
you moan lowly, âfuck it deep, izu.â
with a shaky nod and a tight grip on your hips, he complies, thrusting into you hard. despite having cum already, he feels his cock throb, eager to fill you up again.
âcan i cum again, please? need to fill you up!â
â BAKUGĹ KATSUKI.
he fills you up because he has a possession kink.. in his mind, cumming inside you makes you his. heâll take photos/videos of you dripping with his cum and jerk off to it later.
âs-shit, your pussyâs so fuckinâ tight,â katsuki grits out, pressing into the backs of your thighs to make the mating press a little closer. your ankles rest on his shoulders, feet dangling, gold anklet with a âkâ he gave you catching the afternoon light through the window.
you grin up to him, before pleasure washes over your whole body and your face falls as you moan. âgo ahead and fill it up, kat.. i need it so badly.â
âshit, youâre not on the pill.â crimson eyes are full of worry and thoughtfulness.
âi donât fucking care,â you groan, your eyes rolling back when the tip of his cock presses deep inside you, in just the right place.
katsuki doesnât doubt you, or object â after all, he wants to fill you up. but why are his balls clenching at your words, his cock spilling cum deep inside you so quickly?
you feel his cock tighten inside you before heat is gushing all over you, sending you right into your own orgasm. he pulls back to stare, watching wide eyed as his cum drips out of your fluttering hole.
âfuck, youâre so good. iâll never be able to pull out again, god.â
â KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.
he loves to make you as messy as possible, and then heâll lick it all up.
âmmmh, âm still sensitive eiji..â your words come out as a soft mewl as your boyfriend spreads your legs open eagerly.
âwanna taste,â eijirou mumbles, eyes hooded as he notices your hole clench on nothing as he licks smeared cum off your thigh. âi also wanna make you cum again, yeah?â
ây-yeah,â you stutter when he drags his tongue along the sides of your pussy, collecting your squirt and his own cum on his tongue. eijirou swallows, kissing your clit with a quiet moan before heâs licking a stripe between your folds.
when he hears you whimper at the light touch, he fights off a smile and dips his tongue inside you easily. he tastes the bitterness of his own cum and the sweetness of your slick, and lets out a groan as his cock throbs against the bed beneath him.
âgod.. âs good.â he doesnât hesitate to pull back, pressing his tongue flat against your clit. then he slides his fingers into you, looking up at you eagerly. eijirouâs eyes meet yours, and he grins at just how shy you look.
âdonât worry baby, iâm gonna make you squirt again, yeah? focus on me.â
â DABI [TODOROKI TĹYA].
whenever tĹyaâs feeling jealous, he fills you up and makes you cry.. sometimes he likes to fuck you on top of a building or in an alleyway during pro-hero hawksâ patrols.
âyou gotta scream for me, doll,â tĹya hisses before biting into your shoulder while his grip on your neck gets tighter.
face burning with horniness and head spinning, you let out a long whine, and it echoes in the secluded alleyway. âfill me up and make me yours, tĹya!â
he ignores the rustle of feathers from above, and only fucks into you harder. a thin sheen of sweat gleams on the darkened skin of his chest, the staples shining even more in the light.
tĹya thinks you look beautiful like this, back against the wall and oh so pliant â letting him bounce you on his cock, or fuck your hole until all you can slur out is his name.
âlouder. let the whole city know whoâs fuckinâ you, doll.â
â TAKAMI KEIGO.
though heâs human, his bird-like quirk influences so much about him, such as his food choices, interests, and the way he likes to fuck.
vermillion wings rustle beneath you as you ride keigoâs cock into oblivion. his head is thrown back, golden tufts spread out on the car seat around it; above, your holding down both of his wrists tightly.
âlemme touch you, dove, come onnn.â
âno,â you gasp after a particularly deep stroke, âyouâre just g-gonna bounce me up ând down, and i want to ride you.â
your eyes close tightly as you languidly drag yourself up and down, pussy squeezing him so tight he feels like heâs about to burst. slowly, he feels himself thicken, approaching his high.
itâs as if a switch is flipped.
without even holding your hips and waist, keigo slams his hips upwards into you, stretching out your pussy almost mercilessly.
âkeigo! thatâs notâ fuck!â your voice breaks off into a gasp, tits bouncing as he fucks you hard.
âg-gotta fill you up, dove.â his golden eyes are dark, swirling with some kind of breeding instinct. his wings are fluttering now, beating the air so strongly that goosebumps rise on your skin.
keigoâs entire body lurches beneath you as he chokes out a groan, ânghhhâ iâm cumming, shit..â
his cock spills inside of you, effectively filling you up. however, he makes no move to pull out. when you start to sit up, he stops you.
âmm mm. letâs let it sit for a while, ând iâll stay inside, alright?â
#kurooh#bnha smut#bnha x reader#mha x reader#mha smut#mha headcanons#bnha headcanons#dabi smut#dabi x reader#hawks smut#hawks x reader#deku smut#deku x reader#midoriya smut#midoriya x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou smut#kirishima smut#kirishima x reader
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                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!
synopsis. thereâs a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.
tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)
a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.
âdoes she know?â you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way heâs being mounted like a bitch. âdoes she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?â Â
he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way youâre taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity.Â
 âfuck!â he gasps, âletâs not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.â itâs not the first time youâve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this⌠this was unknown territory.Â
âwhy? you donât like it?â thereâs a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks heâs going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he canât see but knows itâs there.Â
âdoesnât matter,â jayce whispers. âitâs not ri- right.âÂ
you want to laugh. itâs not right? so itâs all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never couldânights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limpâbut itâs not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair?Â
âyou donât like her anyway, do you?â you mutter. âyou should just get rid of her and be with me.â you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. itâs funny, the way he tries to patch things up. âthis is cruel⌠to the both of us. donât you wanna get this over with?âÂ
âitâs- unh, complicated!â jayce moans, but thereâs nothing complicated about it, he just doesnât want to talk. doesnât want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart poundâthe way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like youâve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle.Â
he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and heâs not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. itâs humiliating, the way youâre cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust.Â
âwhy? whatâs keeping you then? hah. donât tell me. does she fuck you like this too?â you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. âso desperate for cock youâd let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?âÂ
ânoo,â jayce slurs, shaking his head, ânothingâs as good. youâre the best. love it. love you.âÂ
âreally?â you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his bodyâs conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. âwell, i donât see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.âÂ
âah- ah, yeah, that too,â he whines, âlove you more.âÂ
âliar,â you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. itâs a punishment, jayce knows. heâs sorry. he feels so guilty. âpretty slutty liar. youâll do anything to get stuffed, wonât you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. youâll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.âÂ
jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he canât even say anything at this point, with the way youâre forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he canât help being addicted to this. itâs too good. mel would understand, wouldnât she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. itâs not his fault. not really.Â
âyou probably think sheâll never know. you probably think sheâll never find out.â youâre talking again, but the sounds buzz by, barely intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasnât he. surely she wonât know. surely she canât know. âthe way you start crying when youâre about to cum. you think sheâll never know about that, right?âÂ
he doesnât know what you mean, but itâs so hard to think. thereâs wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him.Â
âplease,â jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. âi want, ngh⌠ah, want your cum in me.âÂ
and before he knows it, thereâs the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and itâs so good it makes him see stars. but you donât stop. itâs messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it.Â
his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.
VANDER
. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes.Â
âoh, fuck, sweetness,â he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty âpapâ. ât-thaatâs it, kid. right there, fuck, harderâŚâÂ
heâs clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as youâre pounding away at his hole from behind. youâve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. heâs pretty sure his own cockâs rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre thereâs a sticky, slippery pool underneath himâeasing the steamy push and glide.Â
there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. thereâs sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. itâs too good. almost makes him feel young again. heâs halfway through his forties, and yet youâre fucking him like heâs twenty.Â
vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesnât care.Â
itâs addicting. itâs violent. vander shouldnât be enjoying this, but he is.Â
âfuck, love, yâer gonna make me cum already,â he chokes out, and itâs more of a drunken slur, really â thereâs something about the way youâre treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour itâthe way youâre taking him, pressing him into the mattress like youâre trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust.Â
âgo ahead and cum, vander,â you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. âi want you to cum like itâs your last night on earth.âÂ
who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows heâs going to get loud. youâre insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. heâs never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you werenât something different. cum like itâs his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were.Â
âcocky,â he wheezes instead, once heâs caught his breath, âyâer gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.â itâs yet another bad decision, and heâs digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you arenât already fucking him within an inch of his lifeâthe bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock.Â
hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesnât think heâll ever get enough of it.Â
before he can even breathe, youâve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like youâre flipping a fucking pancake, and vanderâs not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, youâre pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shutâthereâs no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but heâs far too close to be embarrassed.Â
the new positionâs got you so deep inside him, and itâs getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. itâs uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it.Â
âs-so fuckinâ good, kid,â he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cockâs all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and heâs so aroused itâs almost endearing. âfuck me⌠god, fuck me.âÂ
heâs going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, youâre going to be so smug about this after youâre done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at youâeyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted.Â
âyeah? best cock youâve ever taken, vander?â you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then heâs fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess youâll take that as a yes.
SILCO
silco doesnât know how long heâs been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesnât plan on making you stop anytime soon.Â
âdarling, not so rough. . .â he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you havenât cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasnât felt in a long time.Â
âwhy?â you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as heâs bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. âworried that theyâll hear?âÂ
silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didnât know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes.Â
âiâm just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?â you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts.Â
âit doesnât matter,â he rasps, âweâre, hah, being too loud⌠sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.âÂ
âdonât care,â you mutter. âiâm pent up. âleast you can do is let me fuck you stupid. youâll let me, right?âÂ
silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didnât turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through.Â
âbe gentle,â he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. âiâm not so young anymore.âÂ
you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that.Â
âhngh, r-right thereâŚâ silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud heâs being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesnât want to piss you off. not when youâre indulging him so well. âthatâs it⌠youâre so good⌠darling.âÂ
ânot so shy anymore?â you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. âthink we can make you louder?âÂ
âsweetheart,â he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. âyou already know what i want.âÂ
âwell, i donât think so.â you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. âremind me. did we use the magic word yet?âÂ
but just as heâs about to answer with snark, thereâs the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get goodâthis was the worst timing possible. âeverything alright, boss?âÂ
âyes,â silco pants, âfuck⌠yes.âÂ
you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. youâre thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you canât stop now. not until heâs had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content.Â
he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changinglyâand now apparently hormone-alteringly good.Â
âsir?â sevikaâs growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mentionâhis second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if itâll be gaping once youâre done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swelâ âis someone in there with you?âÂ
âyes,â silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. âwe are busy. youâre, oh⌠dismissed, sevika.âÂ
the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly.Â
you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe itâs your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. heâsâsilcoâs actually into this. youâd have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didnât mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything.Â
â... if you say so, boss.â the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy.Â
âdid i say you could stop?â silco grunts. âfuck me.âÂ
you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cockâand the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name.Â
you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.
VIKTOR
âit wonât fit,â viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. heâs not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but heâs making good progress. âiâm terribly s-sorry, dear. your⌠appendage. itâs too big.âÂ
his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility⌠although slight, that heâd make it.Â
âitâll fit,â you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. âyouâre doing very good, love. just⌠a little more, yeah?âÂ
viktor looks down. itâs nowhere near a little more. youâre barely halfway in and heâs already thinking about quittingâhas been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so.Â
âplease,â he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. ât-touch me? i think iâll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would⌠oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.âÂ
itâs⌠in simple words, too much. youâre usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. itâs good. itâs enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him.Â
but viktor wouldâve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just⌠comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?
he canât lieâheâs spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didnât feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasnât the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself.Â
it doesnât help, the way youâre stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktorâs never been so hard before in his whole life. heâs so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and itâs almost cute how it looks like itâs going to swallow you up. maybe it is.Â
maybe itâll fit.Â
âlast few inches,â you pant, fingers trembling slightly where youâre struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. âcan i-? please, vik. itâs so good. youâre so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.âÂ
âyes,â viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed toâbut within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold stillâitâs mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all.Â
ângh,â viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. âsoo fullâŚâÂ
you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until youâre satisfied that heâs properly taken everything youâve given him. itâs not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that youâve always known he wouldâve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only.Â
he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. âshit, vikâŚâ you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. âyouâre so tight, baby⌠so perfect. iâm right here with you, okay? easy now, youâre doing so good.âÂ
youâre so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but itâs different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks heâs dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but thereâs hardly any friction left now that heâs properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak.Â
he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.
itâs driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. itâs nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researchingâitâs beyond anything he would have ever imagined.Â
âplease,â viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it wasâas though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. âstayâŚâ he cries, âcum inside. m-make me yours.âÂ
you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you heâs feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your loverâs eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.
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better than the devil
<sylus x fem!reader>
where you find out if Sylus really has horns, and why he avoids letting you touch them
genre/warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink (i mean bro is PACKING), breeding kink, sylusâs horns are â¨sensitiveâ¨, dirty talk, sexual tension, missionary, a fuck ton of horn play, horny horns, cumming untouched, orgams galore!, so much cumâĄ
w/c: 2.9K
a/n: gotta thank the loml @bro-atz for helping me with this a little ehehehe >:) I hope this destroyed yall as much as this destroyed me to write it!!đĽš
They say he takes the form of some dragon-like creatureâwith large black horns and wings.Â
The first time you witnessed it with your own two eyes was when he choked out a serpent wanderer ten times his size before it got to you. You were semi-conscious at that point of time, the fatigue threatening to take over, but you had caught a glimpse of his silhouetteâtwo thick appendages that curled proudly past his dirty silver hair, and large wings that hung off his backâbefore you blacked out.Â
âStaring at me isnât going to get any of your curiosities satisfiedâ, Sylus snaps you out of your thoughts. Your gaze flickers to his face, but Sylus has his eyes on his phone.Â
Then his gaze shifts to you.Â
âWhat are you thinking about, sweetie?â
Of course, you couldnât just tell him outright that you wanted to see him magically grow his horns out of his head. You doubt even Luke and Kieran have seen it themselves.Â
âYour horns.â
Sylus lowers his phone onto his lap, then he cocks an eyebrow, which turns to a furrow in seconds.Â
âWhat gave you the idea that I grew horns?â He asks, his tone laced with mock and caution. His attention is fully on you now.Â
Yeah, maybe that was not a good question to ask. Then again, being around someone as direct as Sylus had made you pick up his mannerisms quite a fair bit.Â
âNothing reallyâ, you brush off, attempting to derail the conversation before something goes wrong. âIâm just curious.â
âTalkâ, Sylus demands, albeit in a soft tone. âIâm listening.âÂ
His crimson eyes burn a hole into your head, and you now only realise the way he has you cornered on his couch, his large frame looming over yours.Â
You sigh, realising heâs not about to let it go anytime soon.Â
âA few weeks ago, during one of the battles we had, where I almost died-â
âGet to the point, sweetieâ, Sylus cuts, seeing through your guise.Â
You pout. âRight. Before I blacked out, I saw you appear right in front of me, with horns.â
Sylus raises his eyebrows, seemingly in amusement. âYou sure you werenât hallucinating?â
He earns a smack on his chest. Youâre ready to let him disprove you further or whatever, but your body jolts when you feel Sylus snake his arms around your waist before he carries you effortlessly off the corner of the couch and onto his lap.Â
You watch his eyes grow soft when he locks his gaze with yours. His expression is unreadable.
Your eyes widen in amazement when the thick pair of horns curl past his locks, the black a stark contrast with his white hair. He looks like heâs wearing bows in a funny, demonic type of way. Not that he has to know that.Â
You continue to stare at his horns, visually taking in the rough yet smooth texture and patterns that run downwards as the horns grow thicker towards the base.Â
âWhat are you really?â You wonder aloud, your fingers reaching out to feel the interesting texture of his horns, only for him to pull away quickly.
âItâs not the right time for you to knowâ, he replies curtly. You notice the glint of concern in his eyes, shrouded under the indifferent expression he wears.Â
So you decide to leave it for now, at least.Â
Nonetheless, it doesnât stop you from annoying the ever-loving shit out of Sylus about his horns once you found out about it.
He would stare at you with his eyebrows furrowed, muttering that he should have never told you about his horns, only for you to bat your eyelashes at him, much to his annoyance.Â
âAt least let me touch them if youâre not gonna tell me more about themâ, you would whine. With a frown, he would push your forehead with a finger, giving you his standard answer.
"No."
âThen could you at least tell me why you wonât let me touch your horns?â
He would rest his thumb and index finger on his chin, feigning a thinking stance before his expression drops deadpan and then the curt answer leaves his lips.
âNo.â
Youâre putting this right next to when you were fighting for your life to get that fucking brooch months ago.Â
While the thought continues to eat into your curiosity, you mostly let Sylus off the hook after a while. For some reason, youâve been noticing that Sylus has been walking around his mansion with his horns freely out. Maybe because heâs shown you his full horns once thatâs why?
Or heâs just straight-up taunting you.Â
You feign nonchalance, only stealing glances at the thick appendage that stood out against his pale locks from time to time, but never really bringing it up to him, for now at least.
You hear the raindrops patter against the large windows of Sylus's room one afternoon. At least the heavy clouds are hiding the sun on top of the dark curtains drawn, and it makes Sylus's rest a little more comfortable.Â
He's sound asleep beside you on his bed, but you're seated up on your phone, the sound of the rain also slowly luring you to grow sleepy. You stretch a little, careful not to wake the male beside you. Sylus grunts softly, and you feel his hair tickle your thighs.
Through your peripherals, something catches your attention. The black on white is undoubtedly hard to miss.
Now that Sylus seems dead asleep, you're considering taking a chance to take a closer look at his horns, and maybe even touch them.Â
Carefully, you shift your weight closer to Sylus, monitoring his expressions and movements. When the coast is clear, you lean closer, staring at his horns with much amazement. It's a lot different now that you're this up close to admire them.Â
His horns aren't simply a simple shade of jet blackâat different angles, you notice how the scales of his horns shimmer like an oil spill under the soft light. Close up, the base of his horns are thick, and as it extends, it curls, almost fully wrapping around his head.Â
âSo prettyâ, you mutter to yourself. Your fingers are reached out as if by instinct, barely inches away from touching his pretty crown.Â
You pause, weighing the risks of attempting to touch his horns. How fucked would you be if you actually did?Â
Your eyes scan Sylusâs calm sleeping face. He doesn't seem to have even noticed his horns have grown out.Â
âItâs just a little touch, he won't feel it anywaysâ, you convince yourself softly, your resolve firming as your curiosity begins to bubble over your rationale.
You let your fingers brush his horn, feeling the cold and scaly texture beneath your fingertips. Your eyes are sparkling in amazement even more, now that your curiosity has been satisfied. You press your fingertips onto the appendage, enjoying how nice and cool it feels to the touch.
Just then, you hear Sylus groan slightly. Your hand immediately retracts before you fully freeze, watching the way he presses his head against your leg, his eyebrows slightly scrunched before it returns back to relaxed.Â
Close call.Â
You obviously donât learn your lesson, because your fingers are on his horns almost immediately once more. You grow more curious about the feeling of running your palm across his horns this round.Â
So you do.
Your hand starts from the thick base, and you stroke it, following the horn's curl, enjoying the way the texture of the scales run smooth under your palm.
And then Sylus makes a sound beneath you. You squint in curiosity, wondering if you heard it right.
So you run your hand from his tip to the base this time.Â
And this time, Sylus lets out another moan. You definitely did not hear wrong.Â
Your cheeks are slowly flushing when you realise what you're doing to him. But for some reason, it makes you want to do it more.
So this is why he doesn't want you touching his horns?Â
With a cheeky smile, you run your fingers along his horns in various ways and places, eliciting more pretty and erotic reactions from Sylus.Â
You giggle to yourself, trying to ignore how he's making you aroused with all the noises he's making with every stroke you give his horns.Â
You want to go for the next round, wondering how far you can take this.
Obviously not very far, because the next time you do, Sylusâs hand catches your wrist before you're about to touch his horns again.
He stares at you with half-lidded eyes, pink dusted on his cheeks and his breathing shallow.
âAre you having fun, kitten?â He asks with a frown.
Fuck.
You feign a smile, trying to wave your hand from his grip, of course, your attempts futile.Â
Sylusâs other arm curls around your thighs, locking you from leaving the bed while Sylus lets his sleep leave his body from the rude interruption.Â
âDenying me of satisfying my curiosity only makes it worseâ, you shrug. Well, if only Sylus had just let you have a little touchâŚ
The corner of Sylusâs lips pull up to a half smirk.Â
âRightâ, Sylus replies, a hint of annoyance and something else laced in his tone before he shifts above you in one swift motion, trapping you underneath him on his bed.Â
âThen, I'm sure you don't have to be reminded that actions have consequences?â
You swallow hard.Â
His hand that grabbed yours is placed on his chest, and he forces you to trail down his body, feeling his thick chest, then his abs under your touch, all the way down until he stops you right on his thick erection.
âYou should take responsibility, don't you think?â Sylus asks with a raised eyebrow.Â
You know it's pointless even attempt to escape when heâs devouring your lips like he hasn't eaten in days. It's so intoxicating. You would never admit your greed, but Sylus knows you well enough to feed you so good. You want to pull him so impossibly close.
In between breathless kisses, your warm hands trail from his biceps to his shoulders, to his neck, and right to his hair.
You test watersâletting your fingers rake through his hair, grazing the base of his horns. You get his green light when he doesn't swat you off, on the contrary, it makes Sylus grow more desperate in the kiss.
You confidently stroke his horn, from base to tip once more, and the moans that leave Sylusâs lips sound like fucking heaven.Â
His crimson eyes finally meet yours, and he almost looks like he's in pain.Â
âIf you keep doing thatânghââ Sylus trails off with another strained moan when the sensation of you stroking his horn buzzes right to his cock that he has shut his eyes to hold back.Â
âThis?â you tease, sliding your palm down to his base once more, rubbing the scaly appendage, watching him failing at trying to keep his composure.Â
âFuckâ, he hisses, diving into your lips once more, eating you up.Â
He pulls away briefly, pressing his lips just below your ear.
âYouâre gonna be taking responsibility, kitten.â
He presses himself close onto you, so close that you feel his cock just pulsing against your pelvis, only separated by his black sweats. Sylus takes your chin in his fingers and steals your breath away once more, uncontrollably grunting with every stroke your hands play with his horns. You feel his cock twitch, then pulse before the feeling of warmth spreads across your skin, accompanied by a long, drawn out moan in your mouth.
It makes you dizzy with bliss, realising what you've done to him.Â
Sylus pulls away once more, catching his breath, his eyes reflecting something more feral when you met his.Â
But all you do is flash a cheeky smile at him, letting your fingers caress his cheek.Â
His fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts and he yanks them off, almost growing feral for the second time when his eyes meet the sight of the way your pussy is glistening so much that a wet and thin string of arousal sticks itself in between your pussy and your soaked panties.Â
Well, Sylus is holding the short end of the stick anyway, because when he tugs his sweats down, your heartbeat accelerates as your eyes land on his cockâthick, red and completely covered in white and thick cum, some staining his underwear, twitching slightly with dribbles of cum seeping past his cockhead when the fabric brushes past his balls.Â
He looks so fucking delicious when he's messy like that. Shit.
âYou seem to be enjoying yourself, staring at me like thatâ, he teases. He doesn't even look embarrassed.
âMaybe I should play with your horns more oftenâ, you reply with a smile. Sylus narrows his eyes at you, his expression mixed with annoyance and affection. His fingers press against your soaking clit, enjoying the way the smile on your face gets wiped, replaced with a contorted expression of pleasure when he rubs it in slow circles.Â
âIâm strongly against that idea, sweetieâ, Sylus responds, leaning in to take in the expression of your mind slowly growing dumb and blank just from his slender fingers rubbing you out. âItâll give you a little too much leverage over me.â
Through the hazy and building pleasure, you still manage to reply, âthat's the whole point.â
Sylus only smiles at your reply, his fingers leaving your clit. You're about to protest, that is, until he grabs you by your hips, dragging you closer to him, then pressing your knees to your chest, before his wet cock slowly enters you from below. He watches your face contort in pleasureâyour eyes rolling back and your eyebrows furrowedâwhile soaking in the fucking delicious feeling of your cunt warm and wrapped around his cock.Â
âS-so goodâ, you whimper, his fullness knocking out any ounce of breath and sense out of you at a dangerous pace the his cock inches even deeper into you.
âSuch a nice and warm pussy holeâ, Sylus grits, pushing himself even deeper, his control slipping when he's buried himself all the way in. âFuck, you're so good for me, kitten.â
You're clawing his pillows when Sylus starts fucking you, and you're looking at Sylus with such a glazed out expressionâand you know it drives him fucking crazy. His palm rests on the bulge that his cock is pushing every time he enters you, and it makes your thighs shake. Your moans grow in pitch and tone on top of the sounds of lewd wet skin slapping.Â
He lets you wrap your legs around his waist in return for letting him scatter love bites across your neck.
So you decide that itâs the perfect time to aim for his sensitive spots once more.
Your fingers tug against his scalp, then alternating to stroking his horns once more, throwing Sylus into another round of pleasured daze.Â
You feel his cock fill you up even more, and it makes you greedy to how far you can push it.
âI really should make you regret thisâ, Sylus mutters, failing to suppress another groan when your fingers scratch against the base.Â
His thrusts become more like ruts, his cockhead hitting your g-spot over and over as payback. Sylus sprouts a satisfied smirk as he watches you completely come undone on his cock. You throw your head back while stars flicker in and out of your vision. The pleasure is growing so fucking good that you're choking on your moans too.Â
âRight there! Fuck, that feels so fucking good, Sylusâ, you sob through wet lashes and heavy pants.Â
Sylus is mesmerised by your pretty expressions and the pretty sounds you always make for him when he's breaking you apart.Â
Maybe you finding out about his sensitive horns is his punishment for indulging in these sick pleasures. Nonetheless, he still wouldn't have any other way.
Your hands find his horns once more, and he falters for a split second. But he doesn't shake you off since he's much too focused on trying to force an orgasm out of you.
Your pussy squeezes him before it starts uncontrollably fluttering against his cock. Ah, his goal is slowly being fulfilled.
As your orgasm dangles above you, you react with periodical squeezes on his cock and his horns, which definitely draws a much larger reaction from Sylus.Â
âSo closeâ, you whine, your orgasm slowly filling the crevices of your brain, plunging you deep into pleasure. Your cunt clenches on his cock, and you unintentionally yank his horns.
Sylus fucking growls, pressing himself so fucking deep into you, his cum fucking spurting into youâso much that some is leaking out from your plugged pussy hole and onto the bed.Â
He pulls his cock out momentarily, letting his cum ooze from his cockhead, his eyes darting to the loads seeping out of your hole, before he slides his cock into you once more. You gasp at the fullness, another squeeze to his horns, which only stimulates Sylus once more, and his cock fills you up with another warm and sticky load.Â
Heâs panting, but he musters his energy to meet your eyes.Â
âSweetieâ, he calls out to you amidst his dick attempting to take over his brain. âIf you don't get your hands off, your pussy won't be able to hold anymore, I guarantee.â
He's met with a fucked-out and sly grin from his partner.Â
âAnd I thought you enjoyed challenges.â
Sylus scoffs at your comment, realising that he really has to teach his kitten a lesson to not touch things that aren't hers.
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đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: demon!choso, choso goes into rut, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pain kink, anal/wrong hole (Gojoâs), pussy drunk, mind broken/dumbification, cervix fuckin, light size kink, hair pulling, spanking/some face slapping (mostly tojiâs), biting, exhaustion, praise/degradation, begging/teasing, squirting, some thigh fucking, vibrating dildo, light bondage, on the verge of passing out (Chosoâs), daddy(toji)/lil mama, gojo and toji are wearing ghostface masks (separate blurbs), ghostface!toji (morally gray reader), squirting
Oreo: ok so this took forever thank yâall for being patient, rip sukuna he will have his own one shot to shine on where we can get the proper cum shower, itâs the treatment we deserve
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âPlease!â Choso digs his black painted nails into your hips. His eyes roll back as he tilts head back showing off his hickey cover neck. His broad shoulders curl in with a tremble as he sloppily rut his hips fucking his hot thick cum deeper.
Your sloppy cunt squelching and your thighs trembling. Digging your nails into his abs, you keep bouncing yourself on Chosoâs fat dick. Feeling his thick veins pulse, his cock head lightly twitches and his moans are getting breathier.
Your cunt clenches his throbbing, sensitive cock when a guttural deep groan of âFuuuuck lil mama!â slips past his lips.
Heâs so damn hot with his flush pink cheeks and his messy dark hair. His smoldering dark brown eyes fixate on your beautiful cunt taking his cock.
Choso slides his large hands up your sides, flipping you over onto his dark bedsheets. Your head hits the pillow and he grabs the head board with one hand, hovering over you.
He fuckinâ smirks, itâs a little upturn of Chosoâs soft lips that has you clenching his cock. âJust âcause I came doesnât mean we have to stop right?â He grabs your thigh hooking your leg around his slim waist.
His thrusts are sloppy, slow and deep, a shutter runs down his spine making his hips falter. The wood in his hand creaks and his jaw drops with a low groan.
âCanât think about anything other than how wet nâ warm you are.â Leaning in for a soft kiss, you wrap both legs around his waist and slip your fingers into his hair.
Your body feels so heavy from exhaustion but you donât want him to stop. It feels too good to have his warm, heavy body pressing you into the mattress. Whilst his heavy cock fills up your sore, sensitive and soaking wet pussy.
Choso mummers, âYou can handle a bit more canât ya?â Picking up his pace, your body jolts, your cunt spams and your eyes water when his hard cock head hits your bruised cervix.
Seeing the tears Choso softens his thrusts, restraining himself. âIâve been so rough on her havenât I? Youâve been doing so well, please let me help you cum one more time, we can do this lil mama.â He begs as if you arenât fucked too stupid to answer him back.
He pushes your leg by your side and leans back to admire how your soft cunt takes his thick, long cock. Your soft lips wrapping around him, so wet, soft, and slightly swollen. Your beautiful pussy is such a pretty color against the paleness of his cock.
There isnât an aspect of your body, expression and voice Choso isnât obsessed with.
Steadily stroking your soft clit with his large thumb. âYou look so hot cumming on my cock, please cum one more time?â He lets the headboard go, sliding his large hand over your beautiful body, touching you gently whilst wrecking your pussy.
Grabbing his hard, thick bisceps and digging your nails in whilst crying his name. âNnnn! Choooohh!â Soaking Chosoâs thick cock, your warm thick cum soaks the bed.
Chosoâs smoldering dark eyes widen, âFuuck make a mess on my cock lil that. Fuck I wanna!â His body trembles as he fights not to fuck you harder.
Itâs all you can muster to plea, âHarder!â Choso flips you over without sliding out, wrapping his arm around your waist whilst holding onto your hip. Choso lifts you off the bed, holding you to his chest and stroking your clit as he gets off the bed.
He gently reminds you, âRemember to use the safe word if itâs too much.â Holding you by your waist he slowly drags his cock out till his fat head is tugging on your soaking wet cunt.
Choso pulls you back to meet his hard thrusts. Your body jolts as you cry out reach back and grabbing his wrist. âI love how soft, beautiful, wet and warm you are. Nâ I can't get enough of hearing you moan, seeinâ my cock sink into your cunt, stretching her out.â Choso roughly bounces you on his thick, veiny cock.
He groans, âYour sloppy wet cunt is as loud as are, so messy nâ wet after squirting so hard on my cock. Nnn fuck Iâve missed you so much, not seeing you all day is torture.â He reaching so deep, you swear youâre feeling Chosoâs long, thick cock underneath your belly button.
Youâre fighting to string a full sentence together in between moans. âIt was ooonnânnn! On-ly seven girlâs houuures Nnn fuck youâre so deep! Fuck!â He presses your face and chest against the wall, keeping your back arches with a hand on your lower back.
Choso leans down groaning in your ear, âI love hearing your creamy cunt talk to me. I think she missed me just as much.â He bites your shoulder softly whilst roughly fucking your creamy cum stuffed cunt, Choso slides his large hand along your arched back grabbing a handful of your hair.
Squeezing your hip, âYou look like doll, all fucked out and limp.â Clenching Chosoâs cock when he most in your ear. âI know she so sore yet she grippinâ me like she wants me to cum in ya again even though youâve cummed six times so far.â Your cheeks clap, your cunt squelches and your legs give out the wall and his grasp keeping you upright.
Lifting you off the wall, and turning you around with slipping his cock our. Laying you on your back on the soft bed, âOne more time for the last grueling hour I spent alone, even then then I don't want to stop.â Choso folds you into a mating press to watch your sloppy wet cunt take his pale, thick, veiny cock.
Your soft lips look so beautiful covered in thick white cream, a mixture of his and your cum. âYouâre so fuckinâ beautiful, hold on just a little more, I know youâre getting tired. Iâll hold you while you sleep after I cum in you.â Choso softly kisses your forehead.
âSheâs getting so tight. I wonder could your sweet lilâ cunt can cum while youâre sleeping.â His eyes shift from violet to a glowing pink. âFuck!â His body shutters with restraint as he fucks you faster but not harder. âI know you can only handle so much, I should stop soon but-â your soft cunt spams squeezing Choso and wrecking his train of thought.
You slur together, âdonâtstopwanna help-nnnn with yourrr rut.â Thick tears drip down your face as Choso whines, two teeth elongating into sharp fangs.
You tilt your head aside and he kisses your tears off your cheeks. âThatâs it beautiful, let it out cry from cumming so hard on my cock.â teeth in. Sweet pain laces in with the intoxicating pleasure of his cock filling your sore, soaking wet cunt.
You canât move on your own, your body is too heavy. Your eyes wonât say open. He quickly pulls away, licking the blood seeping from the bite. You shiver meekly as he slides his large warm hands down along your waist and hips, grabbing your thighs.
He lifts you off the bed without breaking his rough, quirk pace. You feel weightless in his grasp as he wraps his arm around your waist. Softly laying you in the center of the bed, with your head on a pillow.
Sweetly kissing your cheek, Choso groans, âIâm a nasty pervert, obsessed with your soft thighs, pretty tits and wet cunt. I wanna fuck more cum into you.â
The softness of the pillow beneath your head, the coziness of the bed and the exhaustion from taking Chosoâs cock is too much. The last thing you feel is his warm cum as you pass out.
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âNn! Wrong hole!â Itâs too late Satoru is in your ass. Itâs a strange but interesting feeling him slip out, tugging on your ass. Itâs a mixture of pleasure and pain that you want to explore.
âWait,â your body burns and youâre grateful you are facing the bed instead of him. âYou can fuck my ass.â He roughly smacks your ass, squeezing your sore, jiggly cheek.
âFuck that sounds so hot, say it again.â He crouches behind you and bites your ass. Slipping two slender fingers into your dripping wet cunt, slowly stroking your g-spot making your legs tremble.
Grabbing his sheets whilst pleading, âI wanna fuck my ass on your cock till I canât move anymore! You can cum in my ass.â He pumps his fingers faster and groans letting your cheek go.
Satoru licks the imprint his teeth left. âGood lilâ slut.â Slipping his fingers out, you can hear him noisily sucking them clean. Pushing your hips back when he glides his tongue between your lips.
Satoru admits, âI havenât been able to stop thinking about cumming in you since I saw you. Iâm not gonna wanna stop with your ass, your cunt is begging for it.â Roughly hitting your sore cheeks with his large palm.
Satoru digs his fingers into your juggling fat. âHold you wrist behind your back for me to tie together.â
He walks off to get silk ribbon and a vibrator which he holds up to show you. âSomething for your clit while I fuck your soft ass into a gapping cum filled mess.â Smirking at you, with his white hair slicked back, a few stands hanging in his blue eyes.
âLetâs get a little kinky.â He looks so beautiful standing there, slim yet muscular build is so well sculpted. You want you run your hands over all of him. But mostly you want his long, pretty cock that stands up eager for attention.
A smile creeps onto your face, âWhat about some knife play?â He walks over with the silk and toy, setting the latter on the bed. The silence is crushing, making you squirm slightly.
He leans over yo, talking low in your ear, âWith the nasty warnings on the smut you read in public told me what type of pervert slut you are.â Tying your wrist behind your back.
âI always wondered if you touch yourself while reading, or if itâs like foreplay before you masturbate?â Biting your shoulderand pinning you still with some of his weight. It feels good to have Satoruâs massive body crushing you into the bed. With his soft warm skin and hard muscules against you.
Taking a moment before you can respond in a steady voice, âDepends on how much the fic makes my pussy throb.â Satoru pulls away to laugh, smacking your pussy, smirking when you jolt.
Satoru goes to get a ghost face mask and knife, âSpeaking of fics, one gave me a new kink, I already wear a mask all day so why not switch out what Iâm wearing.â
He wiggles the mask, âI remember this one was mentioned in a kinkobter fic. I like having a whole month dedicated to being the biggest whore you can be. That is what it is?â He slips the ghost face mask on.
You decide, âClose enough, please come play with my clit n ass! I wanna be a cock drunk whore, weâre talking too much.â He points the knife at you, wiggling it threateningly then he slips the ghostface mask on.
Grabbing a bottle of lube before walking up behind you. You can hear the bottle open and lube squirt out. Glance over your shoulder to watch Satoru touch himself. He softly ruts his his hips with a soft whine as he swirl his slender fingers over his gorgeous cock.
You didnât think you could find a cock so damn sexy till you saw Satoruâs. With his soft pink cock head and intimidating length. You know his cock is going to be addicting the l way he could softly stretch and fill you up.
Spreading your legs apart he lines his cock up to give your asshole just the tip. Whilst carefully rubbing your clit with the cool flat of the blade. The scary thrill of the knife near somewhere so sensitive gets your cunt dripping.
He slowly drags the knife along your thigh, grabbing the toy. With a click it springs to life. Satoru glides another inch in as he holds the toy to your clit, swirling it slowly.
Softly rolling his hips giving your sensitive, tight ass more, crooning, âYou can handle it, canât you?â Your jaw drops and your brows furrow as your toes curl.
You unable to answer Satoru, âI-I nnnn! Innnahhh! Satoru!â the strange pleasure of having your ass fucked along with having your clit played with is too much to comprehend.
Crying, âMy ass! Youâre! Nnn!â Satoru really is fucking your ass! The first time with your long time crush and itâs there! Heâs going to be able to cum in you. The second it crosses youâre mind itâs all you can whine.
Youâre mindlessly confessing and begging, your eyes stinging. âPlease cum in me! I wanna feel your warm cum! I touch myself thinking of what it would be like to feel your cock twitching inside me before you spill. Please!â You sloppy wet cunt is dripping thick creamy slick down to your cock stuffed ass.
Satoruâs low breathy groans are pornagraphic.âI jerked off this morning thinking about seeinâ my cum drip out of your pretty cunt.â He swirls the knife around your soft nipple. âThe way I want to slut you out, objectify you then treat you like a princess afterwards.â
Rubbing the toy on your clit faster as he goes balls deep. He slides the knife down your stomach, getting off on seeing you squirm. With your breasts pushed in the air by the soft arch in your back.
He groans at the sight of seeing his pale pink cockhead tugging on your asshole. So close to slipping out, rolling his hips, his abs flexing as he drives his cock in deep with a smooth, quick thrust.
Your ass is getting looser taking his cock easier as the tense leaves your body and you melt beneath him. With your eyes watering.
Satoru tosses the knife to the side to stuffs his two slender fingers in. âKeep looking at me like that beautiful nâ find out what happens. Shit, Iâll wash up come back and wreck your soft cunt, fill you up twice.â He curls his fingers, fucking your softly squelching cunt.
Clenching his fingers when he finds that spot that has a overwhelming wave of intense pleasure overcomes you. Making your thighs tremble and your hips jerk back.
Satoru leans down, taking up most of your vision with his ghost face mask and his wide shoulders. âCum, you can do it, focus on my fingers in your cunt, my cock in your ass and your toy on your clit.â Tears trickle down your face as you squirt on his fingers. Your soft cunt spams, as Satoru keeps his pace and fucks your ass harder.
The way Satoru growls, âFuck me!â Shouldnât be so hot in how feral, possessive and needy he sounds. âThat it lil mama cry cause I made you squirt too hard, make a fuckin mess and scream my name. Nnnn keep looking at me like that and see what happens.â
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âI thought no one was home, I only meant to crash on your sofa then dip before sunrise.â Leaning over you, with his large gloved hand splayed on the wall next to you. âYouâre not my normal type.â Holding the knife to your cheek.
Your voice trembles, âI know your victim type, Iâve been following along. I-I donât blame you, what came out about everyoneâs whose houses and laptops theyâve searched, is horrific.â Youâre tense with anticipation. âThere is a guest room, and left over food in the fridge, you can use my shower Iâll stay in the living room.â
âHa, so you see it my way, they deserved it.â He softly drags the knife along your neck, leaning down invading what little personal space you have left. Heâs so close, smelling of thick cigarette smoke and copper.
Glancing from his blood splattered ghost mask, to his large chest, his worn black shirt clinging to his pecs and abs. âIs there anything else you need?â A dark happy trail peaking out the bottom of his shirt catches your attention along with what it leads too. Heâs shamelessly hard, his black sweats hiding nothing.
He drags the knife up your neck to your chin, tilting your head up to look at his face. âDepends does that offer have anything to do with the way youâve been looking at me? If it does ...â He steps back to lean against the back of your sofa. He gestures up and down your body with his knife.
Ordering you. âTake your shirt off, your sexy underwear stays on.â Slipping your shirt and underwear off, he points down at the ground with the knife causing you to kneel at his feet.
Nudging your legs around with his boot, âHands behind your back, use your hands and Iâll smack you across the face.â Softly dragging the knife along your bottom lip. âSuch a pretty mouth, that little tremble in your bottom lip when youâre scared is hot.â
He holds the knife to your throat. âDo I scare you still?âHe pushes his sweatpants down, letting his heavy cock hang out. Heâs so thick, with two puffy veins and a fat cockhead wet with pre-cum.
âYes, you could change your mind out of worry of getting caught but Iâm too horny to think too logically.â His balls are big and look so damn suckable, looking up at his masked face. âI want you to fuck me like Iâmma a slut.â He slips his boot in between your legs, and you cave instantly grinding your clothed cunt on his shoe.
Lifting his shoe adding some pressure to your cunt. âLike?! Youâre nothing but a slut, grinding on me youâre no different than a bitch in heat. Iâll stuff your needy cunt nâ depending on how well ya take my cock, you might be mine be my new play thing.â
Setting the knife next to himself, and grabbing a fistful of your hair. âPlease Iâm so wet cause of you, fold me in two, I donât care if I walk tomorrow.â He groans grabbing his cock with a gloved hand, lining it up with your parting lips. Gliding his cock in your warm with mouth with a husky groan.
âFuck this is hot, seeing you hump my boot while I'm fuckin your throat.â His balls hit your chin with each quick, gagging thrust. Whilst his firm grasp on your hair keeps you from moving your head. âFor being a honest whore for Iâll make sure you cum.â
Cupping his large balls he pulls his cock out and slaps you. Straightening your face out with your hair. âI warned you, but that did feel nice touch my balls again.â Holding his balls while grinding your hips, rubbing your clit along the smooth leather.
You quickly plead, âSlap me again please.â He softly rubs your sore cheek then lands another sharp, stinging hit. You wince and moan, squeezing his shoe with your thighs.
Mocking you, âSlap me again please! Youâre killing me.â Tilting his head to the side, the simple action with his mask on shouldn't turn you on so much.
He roughly pulls your hair and orders, âKeep begging me to hurt and fuck you.â
Stroking his cock next to your face whilst you beg, âSmack my ass till itâs too sore for me to lay on. Please daddy fuck me however you need to.â Pulling you onto your feet by your hair, shoving you over the back of the sofa.
Demanding, âYouâre thinking with your pussy aren't you? What am I?â He smacks your clothed cunt with the flat of the blade making you jolt. Hitting your cunt harder with his gloved hand. âTell me before I stop and go jerk off in the shower.â Slowly dragging the knife along your soft lips. You have to fight every urge to move so the knife doesn't slip.
âDaddy!â Crying as he quickly cuts the back of your thighs, so close to your cunt. Smacking your both cheeks before cutting off your underwear.
Moaning out, âPlease lemme have your cock daddy.â Wiggling as he drags the knife along your soft cheek, blood seeping from the shallow cut. His covk throbs with the way you cry and writhe, the sofa and his body trapping you.
Smacking your stinging cheek, you can hear the cocky smirk in his voice. âYou need me that badly lilâ mama?â Gliding his wet cock in-between your soft thighs.
Yanking your head back by your hair and leaning over you. âFucking hell youâre a dirty slut wanting to be fucked by a stranger. Am I that hot, or are you that big of a whore?â His cock rubs yours lips and clit taunting you.
Youâre clenching nothing in desperate need to have his fat cock filling, stretching and rubbing your cunt till you cum on him. âI can feel her fluttering, squeezing nothinâ when you could be squeezing my cock.â
Your head is against his chest, his so big. You didn't know his name and havenât see but it doesn't matter. You want him to bounce you on his cock.
Begging him, âYes please daddy, Iâll call you whatever you want! You can stop by and use my cunt whenever you want. I need to cum on your big cock.â Squeezing your thighs together and whining in fustration
He lets your hair go to smack your cunt till your desperately twisting your hips away. Crying, your body shutters and your cunt is sharply stinging.
You whine, âYouâre so mean!â Your eyes are stinging and his hands are so rough when he grasp your hips. He yanks you into place and lines his cock up, nudging his cock past your lips. Roughly slamming his hips forward whilst yanking your body back.
He rasps, âItâs making you wetter isnât it?â Choking you with a gloved hand and squeezing your hip. Lifting your off your feet, heâs holding you in the air by your throat and hip, effectively ruining any attempts to run away.
Rhythmically bounce you on his cock, using your pussy like a flesh light. Whilst angrily rutting his hips. Itâs like heâs mad at you even though heâs the one who broke into your house.
Youâre a dirty slut who folded at the first sight of his broad muscular chest and slutty waist in the clingiest black shirt youâve ever see. Clenching his cock and biting your bottom lip. It feels good to be a mindless whore if this is what it gets you.
Digging your nails into the sofa when he croons, âWhat this? You were just begging for me to fuck you. Donât tell me your lilâ sloppy cunt canât handle my fat cock?â He relaxes his grasp but ruts into you hard, pouring his frustration into each thrust.
âI can! Fuck me however you want! I donât care how angry it feels!â He lifts you off the sofa, grabbing your thighs, folding your legs and clasping his large hands behind the back of your neck.
âAngry? I suppose I am nâ itâs fun taking it out on your sloppy cunt. Iâm reaching so fuckin deep, you can feel that canât ya?â He rocks his hips harder bruising your cervix and making your pussy spasm from the intensity.
You canât think with the way heâs fucking you like he hates you, bullying your sloppy cunt. All you can do is cream on his fat cock. He sneers âReally? Youâre cumming that fuckinâ easily?â Your cheeks along with your throat burn.
Unclasping his hand from behind your neck, squeezing your thigh and stroking your clit. âToo stupid to answer already? Nâ I just started.â Each stroke from his finger is too much, sending off a firework of intense overstimulating pleasure.
Fat tears roll down your cheek as you babble, âToo much! Toooooo much daddysâ cock âs too much! My clit I canât! I wanna! Donât stop!â Itâs like you canât come down from the incredible high of cumming.
He grunts, âThere we fuckinâ go! Donât want ya to get all shy nâ quiet on me now after you were humping my boot.â Stroking your clit faster, keeping the pressure the same. âLetâs see how many times I can make you cum in one night before you canât anymore.â
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Nerd!Nanami who whispers filthy praises into your ear while youâre sitting in his lap and his fingers are curling deep up into your cunt.
Heâs got his glasses on but theyâre sitting center on the bridge of his sharp nose, allowing them to slide down slowly since heâs too distracted with you to push them up like normal.
Youâre facing him and your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, legs spread nice and pretty over his lap while he drives his thick veiny fingers up into your leaky hole. With every moan you let out into his ear, his cock bulges harder against his tight tan slacks.
Rolling his hips up slightly in an attempt of getting some friction, Nanamiâs all in your ear whispering to you. âSo wet fâme ân Iâve barely even touched you all day. Did you miss my fingers that much, sweetheart?â He talks as if you werenât dry humping him less than twenty minutes prior to thisâŚ
Even so, you nod and your lips graze his ear. âUhuh,â You babble, feeling his fingertips curve right against your g-spot before rubbing against it genteelly.
âWords, pretty girl. Talk to me.â Nanami hushes out to you while dragging his fingers outwards slowly before plunging them right back in and listening to the gorgeous squelch that rings out from your pussy.
Your arms cage his neck all the more tighter and your hips jerk forwards. âFuck. You w-were busy with work all day Kenâ, hnngh⌠couldnât s-stop thinkinâ about your hands ân how much Iâoh fuuck, I m-missed them.â
His lips curve into a knowing smile and he has to adjust his legs below you slightly to stop himself from snatching his fingers out of you and bouncing you up ân down his cock for that entire statement alone. Nanami loves it when you talk while he pleases you, he loves the way your words come out all pitched and full of pleasure, just canât get enough of it.
âIs that so?â He hums simply with a tortuous swivel of his two fingers against your walls that has your legs caging around his thighs tightly. âDid you touch yourself to those thoughts too? Hm?â Nanamiâs voice has you dripping all down the skin of his hand, your slick shiny against his wrist as it drips off of him and right over his bulge.
You drop your head into the crook of his neck and roll your hips forward in an attempt of riding the fingers heâs fucking you with. âN-No but, I wanted to.â You admit honestly.
Nanami suppresses a groan. He can only imagine how needy you were for him, probably squeezing your thighs together all day just because you missed him. âAw,â Nanami coos deeply in that smooth honey-coated baritone of his, âYou shouldâve done it and then sent me a video. I wouldâve stopped working and came to help you, sweetheart.â
Your breath hitches at the thought alone and you immediately start lifting your hips to escape the overwhelming rush of pleasure, to which Nanami places his other hand on your waist and keeps you in place.
âStay still, pretty girl. Lemme take care of you,â Heâs whispering to you again, digging his fingers in and out and in and out while slipping his thumb up and rolling circles over your twitching clit. âDonât run when yâknow she missed me this much. Sânot nice.â
âKento,â You whine in a desperate tone before sliding one of your hands down to hold his wet wrist.
Nanami only increases the pace of his fingers at the sound of your wines, allowing the slicks of your pussy to overtake your small noises rather quickly. Then, he turns his head and kisses at your neck just as you lift and toss your head back. Sucking on your skin, staring up at you intimately, fucking his fingers you adore so much deeper inside youâNanami makes it so very clear that he just loves pleasing you like this.
âAfter this,â He speaks hotly into your skin and he can feel your cunt pulsing and clenching around him with every word. âIf you help me finish my paper withinâ thirty minutes, Iâll fuck you all night jusâ like you want me to.â As his little challenge leaves him, youâre making a mess of his two fingers.
Gasping, âMmnh, really?â Which only makes him smile because he knows damn well heâs going to do that regardless of the paper he has due tonight.
âReally.â Nanami confirms.
Hell, heâll fuck you while he completes the damn paper if he has toâŚ
Heâs practically picturing it nowâhaving you bent over his work desk, rolling his hips firmly into yours and driving his fat cock in and out of your sopping walls while he simultaneously reaches over to your side and messily writes or types out what he needs to.
Your moans and soft whimpers of his name would be distracting, sure. But Nanamiâs pretty sure he can fill you and his paper up at the same time with no problemsâŚ
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HSR + HOT THINGS HE DOES WHILE DOING IT
â ę° including ęą â aventurine, dr ratio, sunday, boothill x fem! reader
â ę° warnings ęą â [ex]plicit, dom hsr characters, oral (fem! receiving) & fingering, established relationship, hitting it raw, dirty talk, tit play + biting & marking, prone bone âš â§âË á°
â ę° AVENTURINE ęą + shamelessly moans into your ears
his moans have that kind of power that attack you with the lightest bit of touch but rumble inside your nerves with an utmost generosity that continued to burn an everlasting need into the rigid twist of your belly. he flips you over to your stomach and kneads the handful of flesh on your ass, greedily as his hands retreatâ now, he uses his hand to keep your hips sealed against his aching half, while the other was positioned next to your head to refrain his weight from leaning and crushing against you.
aventurine's mouth was hot against your ear, too hot, in fact, that your body manifests swells of electric jumps on your limbs and muscles, your blood thrumming as you're audibly hissing out petulant sobs through your slacked jaw.
"tell me how it feels, yeah?" he sighs between gritted teeth, savoring the anticipation as his eyes squeeze shut, hips aligned and drawing his oozy tip against your entrance before pressing into your hole.
"ugh, fuckâ" he grunts, "you'll mess me up today, hm?" as he moans deeply into your ear, so grateful to you as you shakily exhale through your mouth, your hole melting around his thick shaft before he inches further through your plushy walls.
aventurine was unashamed of gasping out those lecherous noises for you, brazen to the point where he's telling you how you feel as you squeeze him and cloud his mind with your milking compression indulging in him, "aahâ you feel so nice, so soft, i'm losing my mind," he cheekily laughs between his whines, feeling elevated.
he kisses your neck as you sob, your walls feeling all of him inside as you exhale between a shaken embraceâ but it's telling how much it turned you on when your boyfriend was this vocal with the pleasure you caused on him, his tongue darting across your neck before he loudly groans into the skin, your hole tensing and letting go, tensing and letting go, adding pressure again.
your eyes roll back as he grinds himself in you, always holding against your ass to fondle with the skin as he repeatedly pressures and pulls his cock through your creamy hole, entering all his inches inside an eager cuddle.
the sensation of having him claim your body in such way made your stomach do flips and tumbles, and the hums into your ear only multiplied the ways you responded to him with fizzy tears pulling at your lashes. right there, aventurine spills his brazen moans right against your ear, shamelessly between affectionate words of love, sending your inmost nerves into hard overdrive.
â ę° DR RATIO ęą + pulls your face to him before you climax
before he advances forward to his original plan, veritas will make you feel like you're mounting off pleasure and ah, your silhouette was charming to look at, no? you're so sweet when you hide your face from him. yet he doesn't understand why you're so embarrassed to show your flustered state? regardless, he loves when you do that, hiding the real taste, doesn't matter if he's suckling on your clit or watching how you suck him off, you're always warding off his enticing gaze.
the tantalizing signs of your embarrassment were enough for dr ratio to focus on all the different regions of your bodyâ not only that, but he inspects your breathing and how it shudders through you, not to mention how it hitches when he grinds into your cunt.
with that, he can determine that you prefer it faster, although mixed in with a couple slow grinds once he's sheathed himself fully inside. a combination of both can do a lot more, and channeling it into one was his speciality. you're making it just that easy for him.
you wonder why? well, it's because you make everything look so sexy that it's so easy to figure you out.
after finding the perfect tempo for the both of you, your warmth clamps around him before losing yourself in each precise, calculated push of his hips overloading from the feeling of being close to you, or ah, being one with you, correct? it's how you're throbbing and creaming his entire base full that he realizes you're right there, feeling an upcoming wave of pleasure making itself visible.
"i'm cumming, i'm, aah, fuck," you moan beneath his hypnotizing pair of eyes as his hips rush through you, spreading your poor, little cunt apart as your hole flexes around his shaft. veritas knew he had to be quick with it, so after hearing you sob and wince, he draws himself off your neck and cups your face roughly, casting his eyes on you.
the man was gorgeous and he knew it, much to your dismayâ he could also be a total idiot about how annoyingly handsome he was and that he always knew how to use it to his benefitâ although in this moment, his face was soused in his sweat, messed up around his forehead and covered with fizzling lust for you.
a strangled cry rips from your throat and vibrates through his eardrums as your body vividly shakes under him. you're whimpering at the embarrassment of having him look at you while he's forcing the eye contact with his hand bending around the softness of your cheek.
you had no idea how much of a difference it made to look at him and become so, vulnerable.
you squirm under his searing silhouette, crying out the most beautiful sounds as your sore hole twitching around the base, utterly spent as veritas only admires the glow in your eyes, nothing more and nothing else.
the two of you exhale shakily in your afterglow, wet skin clinging to the sheet and relishing in its dirtiness.
â ę° SUNDAY ęą + kisses your clit before going down on you
he holds himself back, he needs to, because fighting the urge to bury his face where you needed him the most was always worth itâ before he latches on your clit, he uses his rough thumbs to push the plushy skin protecting your clit aside to plant his plump lips over it, ghosting his mouth on top as he's almost successful enough to distract you from two digits bumping against your weeping hole.
sunday adjusts his face on your pussy before planting a wet kiss on your clit, his lusting eyes turning dark in the dark light as he roams two fingers inside your cloying hole, "give it to me, i know you can do it," he takes each necessary step to make you arch your back and gush all over himâ your bothered silhouette making his cock ache and balls throb in his boxers.
his digits ascend over the slopes of your velvet walls as he presses delirious sensations on your cunt before spitting on your pussy repeatedly, messily grinning against your folds when you wince to every single droplet of his saliva hitting your cunt.
what doesn't come as a surprise is that sunday likes being messy with itâ he needs to feel the wetness, the sheer contact of a hot tongue on your throbbing skin that he asks himself, can you feel it too? oh silly, of course you can, there was no room for debate by how you're reacting to it.
he swallows your arousal pooling on his tongue as he laps at your clit while his fingers graze along the sponginess of your walls, your pussy holding and clenching around the two digits. your eyes were half lidded, almost closed, your body so responsive that your cunt pulses at nothing but the tip of his tongue nudging into your clit.
"so obedient you are, my dear," he rasps before your fingers slope around the loose strands of his hair to press him into your heat, your back arching and your cunt spasming as you ride his face.
sunday hums happily, satiated, "what a good girl you are," he praises you enlaced in a wanton voice, thrusting his fingers roughly as you cum inside a silent cry.
â ę° BOOTHILL ęą + teases you with his teeth
your saccharine alike face prompts a menacing grin from him as he settles you on his lap before tilting your head a littleâ his eyes drizzling into the space on your neck and how he could feel your heart beat from that precious spot. boothill tests the waters, his insatiable hunger for you being so painful as he sighs out excitedly. he grazes into your neck and drags the sharp edges through your sensitive skinâ always holding you on his waist with one hand wrapped around while the other toyed with your soft tits.
boothill has everything under his control, okay? you needn't worryâ in fact, he always tells you to not torment yourself when all you had to do was trust him with your pleasure.
a smile stretches across his face as he brazenly flattens his tongue against your neck, feeling your pulse thud on the wet muscle before squeezing your tits to mess up your focus. you cling to his strong shoulders as you arch your back when he rolls a nipple between his digits, "you like that, don't you?" he drawls, your moan bending when he pinches your tit again.
your eyes roll back, and ugh, it feels so good, his rough yet precise touches were capable to induce waves of sparks from your breasts to all the way down, hitting your aching pussy. you're humping against his thigh and drool, more so stain your panties with your slick. the swell of his bulge was heavily pressing against your clothed folds, and boothill knew it wouldn't take long until you'll beg him to fuck you.
alongside those mesmerizing touches that marked up your breasts, the man took his time and acted unhurriedly as he sucks on your neck, shielding his eyes as he dips his head right above your collarbones. your skin mists with drops of his saliva as you find his hair beneath your hands, tugging slightly at his strands.
boothill moans into your neck, the vibrations setting a fire on your wet core, "let me consume you..." you hear him murmur playfully, his sharp fangs tauntingly pressing into your neck as you arch your back, "pretty, mh, you're so good, so lovely, so pretty, and ugh," as he stammers, his tongue blazing wildly across the pulsing spot that he's bitten, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he calls your name.
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things you do that make svt bust quick (nsfw)
seungcheol â; tell him how good heâs doing
heâs a leo male⌠please stroke his ego.
tell him how you love his cock, how big he is, how it hits so deep inside you. tell him âright there,â and âkeep going,â and to do it âjust like that.â
stroke his possessive side too. tell him no one else can fuck you like he can, no one else can stretch you out so good, no one else can make you cum like he does. tell him that your pussy is made for him only.
be loud for him. god, he loves hearing you moan. say his name, beg for more, sob, whimper, gasp for him. donât be shy about it. itâll only be a matter of time before you butter him up enough to make him cum.
jeonghan â; beg
everyone knows yoon jeonghan likes having people at his mercy. he gets a little unhinged when he has power over someoneâso imagine what he gets like when youâre writhing on his cock, gasping his name so sweetly, your eyes glimmering with tears as he fucks you hard.
âwhat is it, pretty?â he asks, and like the devil he is, he slows the movement of hips, pulling out of you until his tip barely kisses your also weeping hole. itâs torture for him too, to leave the hot, tight haven that is your cunt, but to him itâs worthwhile.
âwanna cum, hannie,â you whimper.
âhm⌠i donât know if i should let you yet,â he says, dipping back inside just an inch. years of him being yours means you donât miss the tiny strain in his voice that betrays his perfectly collected demeanour.
âplease, hannie, please, please, please, let me cum. iâve been so good,â you sob, squeezing your thighs where they rest on his hips.
you watch as a switch flips in his eyes within a millisecond. a grin lights up his face and he shudders, and heâs sliding back inside you, fucking in and out of you harder and faster than before. safe to say it doesnât take long for either of you to cum after that.
joshua â; make eye contact
his pretty doe eyes make staring into them your favourite thing in the world, and if you asked him his favourite pastime, heâd tell you that it was gazing into your irises.
itâs also his biggest weakness. from the way youâve got your mouth wrapped around his dick, throat gagging even though youâre only halfway down it, joshua feels his sanity slipping away. his fingers curl into the bedsheets below as he watches you work him, revels in the warmth of your tongue sliding up and down his shaft.
when your eyes flick up to meet his he doesnât stand a chance. not with how glimmering they are, brimming softly with tears, yet swimming with adoration. with worship.
heat washes over his whole body, heâs gasping, and the salty warmth of his release pools on your tongue.
jun â; put his fingers in your mouth
when junhui gets inside you he has a one-track mind. he becomes rapt with pleasure, drunk from the warm squeeze of your pussy around him, focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the sight of you under him, the sound of you in his ears.
the effect you have on him is dangerous, because youâre equally obsessed with him as he is with you, and youâre not afraid to show him.
and you love his hands, he knows you doâknows how you love his slender fingers and their soft touches all over you, inside you. your brain is cloudy, fogged by lust when you take him by his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. your eyes sparkle as your lips wrap around his index finger, your soft tongue swirling around it.
junâs mouth parts with awe, his eyes growing round. a second later, he stills inside you with a gasp of your name, like heâs praying to you, all the while youâre sucking on his finger like a devil.
hoshi â; scratch him
heâs a little bit of a freak, and a masochist too.
when heâs got you folded in half, hitting all the right spots inside you, you cling to him in every way you canâfingers grabbing at his biceps, his shoulders. one particular stroke of his hips has you squealing.
your nails sink into his skin, crying out his name as you rake them down the toned planes of his back. the second you do, soonyoung is grunting, hips stilling, cock twitching as a sticky warmth suddenly floods your cervix.
the worst part about it is how he always has the stupidest, most shit-eating smug grin on his face when he examines your damage in the bathroom after, and you know that if he could, he would post the selfies he takes in the mirror all over instagram. whatâs even worse though? seeing your marks makes him hard again.
wonwoo â; cry
youâre such a sensitive little thing and wonwoo adores you. one orgasm on his fingers and youâre already overstimulatedââbut baby, i havenât even put my cock in you yet,â heâll coo.
like itâs your fault you have a boyfriend with skilled fingers and a skilled tongue and who knows you inside and out like the back of his hand, who knows where to touch you and how hard and what pace makes you writhe the most.
by the time he does get inside you, youâre gasping and whining and clawing at him, tears springing to your eyes because heâs so big and so deep, but the stretch is so addictive that itâs dizzying. his voice is low and husky as he mutters to you a mixture of teases and praise, calls you his pretty girl and then laughs at sensitive you are, pretends heâs not on the verge of coming from the sound of your choked gasps.
your belly starts to pulse with that familiar heat and by then youâre keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it starts to become too much. your sobs go straight to his cock, and itâs only a matter of time before he reaches his climax, and his gasps of pleasure harmonise with your own cries.
woozi â; pull his hair
heâs been growing his hair out. after all your begging, he finally listened. in a way, though, itâs backfired a little on you, because the longer it gets the more insane you become. and the thing is you never expected him to let it get to his shouldersâand still he doesnât plan on cutting it. well, good. you would kill him if he did.
when his face is between your legs youâre nothing short of a feral animalâyour hips bucking wild against his mouth, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your fingers, of course, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. he makes you whine when he pulls away from your needy, sticky cunt to tsk at you, tells you to cut it out and keep your hands to yourself. (itâs because heâs about to cream his pants).
when he bends you in half beneath him, ruts into you hard and fast and relentless, you need leverage. your hands land on the back of his neck, fingertips grazing at his roots, then one slam of his hips into yours has his cock bumping against the most sensitive spot inside you and your grasping at his hair and crying his name so desperately. no longer can he hold back, strained groans slipping past his lips as he lets go inside you.
dokyeom â; hold his hand
a sentimental sweetheart, seokmin is an utter romantic who thinks that being inside of you, whether in your mouth or your pussy, is intimacy in its purest form. now imagine showing him just how much more intimate things can get.
heâs losing his mind at the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the way you swallow his length down making him see stars. he canât bare to look at youâhe needs to focus on taking deep breaths so that he doesnât cum straight down your throat. then he feels you grabbing at one of his hands, lacing your fingers together, and no amount of deep breathing can stop him from releasing.
and when he fucks you itâs no differentâitâs him in near tears, whimpering your name between incoherent words over and over, and as soon as you take his hand in yours and your fingers wrap around his, thereâs nothing else he can do but succumb to his own pleasure.
mingyu â; take control
heâs big and strong; strong enough to put you into whatever position he wants, to make you cum at his command, to do just as he pleases with you.
but thatâs exactly why he likes it when you slap him around a little.
you canât exactly bend him into doggy or use your weight to keep him pinned to the mattress, but you can sit yourself pretty on his cock and ride him teasingly slow. you can tell him heâs not allowed to touch you or youâll stop moving. you can tell him to kiss you, to go slower, to go harder.
you can sit up and put a hand around his throat, still your hips, and tell him he can fuck you himself if he wants to cum. and heâll do just thatâand as soon as you utter the words, heâs gone, whining out curses as he fills you up in white, warm spurts.
minghao â; whisper in his ear
minghao often tells you how he adores your voice. when you talk to him heâs entranced, and heâs always been more of a listener than a talker, and itâs perfect because you always have so much to say, and minghao will listen to every last word of yours.
your voiceâminghaoâs kryptonite, his achillesâ heel, his undoing and, oh, the way you moan for him when heâs got you on his cock is enough to make his heart stop beating. the perverted part of him wishes he could record you, hide the file away on his phone and listen to you when heâs overseas and he canât call you. maybe heâll ask you about that, if he can find the courage.
the final blow is when youâre getting close. you lean in, right next to his ear, so close that your breath sends shivers along his skin. âplease, hao, iâm so close,â you whisper, yet you still sound so desperate and depraved. âyou are too, right? cum for me, please. iâll cum for you too.â
so he does just thatâminghao gives in and lets his orgasm wash over him, fingertips drawing circles on your clit until mere moments later he hears the sound of your own cresting pleasure and he feels himself getting hard again.
seungkwan â; wrap your legs around him
itâs a fact that seungkwan loves to be close to you. if he could, he would crawl inside of your skin and live in your heart. but since he canât, constant physical touch is the next best thing.
he likes to think he has relatively good self-controlâŚmost of the time. like when heâs buried to the hilt inside you, heâs incredible at keeping in rhythm, fucking into you at the most perfect pace for both you and him, hitting the spot that makes your back arch off the bed.
somehow he never sees it comingâwhen your arms are snaked around his neck and youâre holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to heaven, and your legs wrap around his waist so that you can pull him in impossibly deep. then you bring his face to yours, and you have the most irresistible little pout on your face when you make your request. âcum inside me, seungkwannie?â
and itâs not like he has much choice with the way youâve trapped him inside of you, but thatâs the very reason why the next second heâs pumping you full, because when itâs you, how is he supposed to have any self-control?
vernon â; touch yourself
itâs not like vernon can last long in general. he thinks youâre the hottest thing alive and heâs so enamoured with you that itâs too much for him sometimes, but you best believe heâll put his all into holding out just for you.
there are times, however, where heâs just a man. and whatâs a man to do when he has a goddess riding his dick? when your tits look so pretty, bouncing in his face, when you have that fucked out look in your eyes, when you feel like heaven and hell all at once?
and what the fuck is a man to do when your hand drifts down between your legs, to your aching clit, and your fingers start to rub it in circles, or when your other hand grasps one of your tits and tugs at one of your own nipples? and your sweet pussy clenches around him so tight when you do, clamps down on him in an hot, wet embrace, so what else can he do but cum?
dino â; say âi love youâ
another sweet, sentimental boy. lee chan is head over heels for you, enamoured, obsessed, smitten, infatuated with you⌠the list of things he is around you is endless.
it shows in the way he fucks youâalways takes his time with you, never rushes taking you apart. every touch of his is intentional, meant to set you both ablaze. when he eats you out to prep you for his cock, he has to try not to cum in his pants from how pretty you are.
where he really doesnât stand a chance however is when heâs bottomed out inside you, as close as he can possibly be with youâso close youâre practically one. the sweetest sounds fall from your lips, spurring on his expert thrusts.
his forehead is plastered to yours, the pair of you revelling in one anotherâs sweat and gasps for air. âi love you,â you confess gently, and chan falls over the edge of pleasure not a moment later.
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oh please more bunny reader and toji theyâre so cutesy. maybeeeee reader has really sensitive tail/ears and toji really takes advantage of that?
tamer! toji whoâs the roughest with his little client bunny. well, your previous owner is to blame. he claims that youâre the pickiest, messiest, neediest bunny that needs to be put in her place ; with none other but a little bit of force.
tamer! toji who doesnât really like rodents , but he assumes he could make an exception for you; since youâre cute and fluffy. just this once though , bunny !
tamer! toji who doesnât let your brat antics slip past him, and makes sure that you know your place at the end of the day. he canât let your owners tedious cash payment go to waste !
âd-donât touch my ears !â you whine, soft sobs spilling from your pouty lips. the man has both your ears in a strong, unforgiving grip, looking to teach you a lesson for sneaking into his washroom for a peek.
the thin, white towel he has around his waist hangs dangerously low and not to mention, loose, and your wandering eyes canât help but notice the fat chub that shows through the fabric.
âfuckinâ perverted bunny. ya need a whoopinâ to learn yer place ?â he sneers, lowering his face to face yours. you paw at his hand, thumb slipping against his burly fingers, âhnâ noâ it hurts ! w-was an accident , swear ! i got lost !â
toji canât help but grin at your limpid lies; he can see right through you, little bunny.
yâr gonna learn not to lie tâme ever again tonight, bunny.â
tamer! toji who carries you towards his bed as you writhe in his grip, ignoring your little mewls and complaints about your sensitive ears as you rub incessantly at the sore flesh.
tamer! toji who bends you over in the grossest arch against his towel-clad lap, feeling his warm skin against yours as the towels knot grows weaker and threatens to slip. he tugs off your soft shorts, revealing that soft, chubby bunny butt.
tamer! toji whoâs surprised when he sees how fluffy your little cottontail is, twitching nervously under his gaze.
tamer! toji who even more surprised when he takes a sneak peek at your bunny cunt , just to see how slicked up your chubby folds are, soft hole throbbing with your carnal needs. what a pervert.
âno ! d-donât look there !â you squeal, frantic paws attempting to scurry away from the manâs grasp.
his hand comes down unexpectedly with a hard smack across your ass, the soft flesh growing raw to the touch. your throat elicits a small gasp of shock, falling pliant against the manâs lap. youâre quick to burst into tears, even if you donât want to; but it truly hurts so bad!
âbad bunnies need tâlearn.â toji coos, kneading at the raw skin. it makes you flinch against his touch. âbad, perverted bunnies.â he whispers against your soft ears, making them twitch.
he tugs at the soft tuft of your cottontail, exposing your puckered asshole soft to the touch.
ân-no!â your tail twitches against his hold, shaky hand coming behind to cover yourself.
âhey.â he spits, a rough hand grappling at the chub of your ass almost like a threat, âyâthink yâr in any place to tell me no right now ?â
his hand slaps down against your plush ass once again, the sting inevitable as he holds you firmly. your hands ball into fists that shoot up to your eyes, furiously wiping away at your newfound tears, soft hiccups that accompany your cries.
âthatâs it, yâr learning.â you submit helplessly below him, watching intently at your softened ears pliant against the cushion. âyâknow what you need to do?â
âmâm sorry. âm sorry misterâŚ!â you burst into tears once again, little toe pads curled up into âcâs in a fear of feeling his punishing hand on the hot burn of your ass yet again. you donât know if heâd punish you for your loud cries yet, but you simply canât hold back. heâs breaking your little bunny heart.
âoh..â he sighs, he feels a tad bit bad; he supposes. he watches as your forearm slaps across your face to hide your expression, your other hand in an attempt to protect your burning cheek. âhey.â
you peek up at him with a tiny stare, hiccups still reverberating through your body causing you to bounce against his lap. you ignore the fat chub that pokes at the side of your tummy, flaunting shamelessly through the fabric of tojiâs pants.
âcome to this room tâ night after yer duties. yâtook yer punishment well.â toji grimes, and he adores the way your eyes light up like diamonds. his friend down below seems to adore it just as much as he does, too.
tamer! toji who sees you peek in half of your head at the designated time that he asked you to come, nervously treading along the glazed floors with a glint of fear that heâll continue his punishment.
donât think of him so lowly, bunny. he really isnât that mean!
tamer! toji who takes care of you that night; after a bit of coercing and getting you on your tummy, ripping your frilly panties from your bruised butt and pressing in a thick plug. he thinks the pink diamond is terribly gorgeous in contrast to your soft tail, twitching with pain at the unfamiliar feeling.
tamer! toji who preps you briefly, leaning down to block your view of his hefty fingers slipping in between your chubby folds. âsâsir!â itâs not like you donât feel it, but he loves to make a little face at you that makes you look crazy!
tamer! toji who fucks you brutally against his soft matress that night, relentlessly humping into the depths of your gushy cunt. he canât get enough, truly. youâre one damn bunny.
he watches you skillfully, the little plug snug in your ass squeezing against his cock from the inside. he feels the hard metal that bulges from the other side of your soft walls, grunting at the tightness.
tamer! toji who canât help but cum fat loads in your cunt when he hears your little cries, sweet yelps for your âmisterâ to come and save you. itâs even better when they slowly grow to cute moans and pleads to cum all over. donât worry, bunny. your new mister will be sure to tug at your cottontail and rub your clit, just to ensure his bunny a good time.
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ROUGH N ROWDY ! â JUJUTSU KAISEN
âšâË. when heâs rough with you, it only gets better and better.
⥠feat. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, kamo choso.
⥠warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, various degrees of rough sex, spanking, face fucking, reader wears a skirt in chosoâs, scratching, biting, one face slap, clit slapping, overstimulation.
⥠xoxo, juno: my fav men <3 rbs are appreciated sososo much !!
â GOJO SATORU.
âfuck, so good..â satoru groans loudly, silencing your wails as he pushes your head deeper into the bed. heâs behind you, fucking your pussy with no regard for how rough heâs being.
he grips your hips so hard that his nails have left crescent moons indented into your skin, and it makes you cry into the sheets. satoru could always get a little rough, depending on the day and how you felt about it. but heâs always been really mean when he fucks you like this.
âtoru, t-too rough!â you scream into the sheets, hole fluttering with delight when he slaps your clit.
âi donât think so,â he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. âseems like your pussy likes it, yeah? youâre always such a slut when i fuck you like this.â
your moans and cries are muffled when he slams your head further into the sheets, going so far as to rub your face in the puddle of drool youâve created.
âaww, youâre sucking me in so greedily. i think iâll keep slapping your slutty pussy, hm?â
he punctuates his statement with a stinging slap to your clit that has you sobbing, pushing back against him. satoruâs nails rake down your back, leaving puffy marks on your skin.
âsatoru, harder!â you finally jerk your head to the side and stare at him, face messy with drool and tears.
his fingers thread through your hair as he adjusts your head and pushes you back down onto the sheets. âoh, but i might as well not touch you, huh? the agreement was to keep your face down, and your ass up.â
â GETO SUGURU.
âoh, come now, you can take it.â suguruâs voice is firm, and he accentuates his point with hard slaps to your ass. whiny, pathetic cries of his name leave your kiss-bruised and bitten lips as your head falls forward, eyes dazedly focusing on his cock pistoning in and out of you.
âs-sugu, please, itâs too much, iââ a slap to your ass, harder than the last, cuts you right off and has you moaning. your ass stings, the skin hot but still ready for more.
âhm, you wanted this, isnât that right?â he groans, choking on pleasure as he tries to keep his voice still. the sound of his wet thrusts fill the car, the air heavy with sweat and the scent of sex. your fingers scrabble against the car door, nails biting into your palms when he thrusts particularly hard.
suguruâs cock slams into the deepest parts of you, punching moans from your throat every single time. heâs trying hard to be mean, keep his composure, but youâre squeezing him so tightly he can barely form a coherent thought.
âyes! yes, suguru, please go a l-little slower, itâs too much..â drool seeps from the corners of your lips, trickling down your chin as you pick your head up, craning your neck as much as possible.
behind you, suguru is smirking at you, the always loose piece of hair on the left side of his head sticking to his sweaty forehead. the rest of his lengthy tresses are pulled into a sloppy bun at the back of his head, strands escaping with the force of his thrusts.
âno can do, baby,â he whispers, fingers of one hand digging into the softness of your hip. âall that teasing earlier definitely calls for this.â
â NANAMI KENTO.
âi really hate having to work overtime, princess,â kento huffs, yanking your hair and making you arch, head turning towards him.
âi hate it too, kento!â you cry, nodding. more tears fall down your cheeks with the movement, and he lets your hair slip from his hands as he moves to wrap his hand around your neck.
âthink i want to pound you so hard we both forget i was late to dinner, hm, angel?â kentoâs voice is sweet and steady, although heâs fucking your overstimulated pussy so hard itâs squelching and dripping.
youâre bent over and entirely at his mercy, stuffed full of his cock, the pressure so tight inside you you want to almost run away from it. the large, strong arm wrapped around your entire midsection and his hand on your throat keeps you in place, causing you to press your hands into the wall for support.
youâve gone dumb on his cock, words slow to form and confused at the amount of times youâve cum. five? eight? every time you try to form a coherent thought he fucks it away quickly, so youâve resulted to responding only to what he says and thinking about nothing besides kento. he hasnât even let himself cum yet, heâs that dead set on making you forget about dinner..
âk-kento, iâm gonna cum again, ah!â
âmhm,â he mumbles into your shoulder, before biting down hard into your skin. with a whiny cry, you sob as you cum again on his thick cock, walls squeezing down on him.
he allows you mercy, staying still as he holds you tightly, hips pausing. the second you loosen up, hole still fluttering, heâs immediately fucking into you again.
âkento, itâs too fucking much, iââ
he stands straight, yanking your hair so youâll look back at him with that pretty, teary face of yours.
âno,â kento says firmly, lightly slapping your cheek. âyou can still cum a few more times.â
â FUSHIGURO TOJI.
âfuuuck, sâgood,â toji tightens his grip on the back of your head, fingers twisting hard in your hair. he pounds your throat at an unforgiving face, his hips rough and demanding as his tip plows into the back of your throat.
âtakinâ it like a damn champ.. good fuckinâ girl.â he groans, his voice raspy as he tosses his head back. tears pour down your cheeks as he completely stuffs your mouth full with his cock, and you rake your eyes up and down his shirtless chest before settling on his face.
a thin sheen of sweat gleams on his well-muscled chest, heaving while his abs clench. distracted by his attractive body, you slowly, unconsciously start to back off his cock.
ânuh uh,â toji grits, swiftly yanking you back into place and shoving his cock deeply down your throat, âi havenât cum yet.â
you gag loudly, more tears falling from your pretty eyes. but, toji doesnât really give a damn â he draws his hips back and shoves them forward before heâs back to the tempo heâd set before. you spread your knees, sliding a hand between your thighs and pressing at your clit through soaked panties.
he scoffs, caught between a laugh and a raspy moan, and smirks. âlove it when youâre a slut for my fuckinâ cock. thatâs real good..â
â KAMO CHOSO.
your back hits the wall, and a sharp crack of pain resonates through your body before chosoâs pouncing on you, yanking your skirt up your thighs without hesitation.
âc-choso, slow down!â you gasp, but he just spreads your legs and slides his pants down. âmy skirtâs not even off yet, waitââ
âmm mm, need this. need you.â choso leaves no room for discussion as he slots himself against you, hot and hard and pressing between your legs. âitâs been too damn long,â he states, tugging and rolling your shirt up to your shoulders.
his large palms smooth against your thighs, and he looks into your eyes and then shifts his gaze to your neck. âmhm, please..â is all you answer, voice soft as your hips buck into his own.
chosoâs hand lands on your neck and he digs his fingers into the sides, not gripping yet, and tugs your soaked panties to the side. then he guides his cock between your folds, and shoves himself right inside you. your leg lifts, and he holds it tightly at his side, keeping you spread open.
as you gasp âchoso!â he grips your neck hard, effectively choking you and making your eyes roll right back. with his lips pulled back and his teeth catching the low light of the room, he leans in towards your tits. teeth dig into your skin as he bites your nipple sharply, and your chest bounces as you reel back in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
âoh, that hurts like hell,â you groan, slipping a hand into his messy hair and undoing his spiky buns; then you push him in. âbite me harder.â
chosoâs grip on your neck tightens further, teeth baring down on your other tit in a flurry of bites, his hips slamming into you all the while.
you choke, garbling out some sort of expletive, and his thrusts are so fast and hard that you consider that they sting just a little. the thought of the little shocks of pain all over has you clenching on his cock like a vice, growing wetter and wetter.
his groan into your tits is whiny, and then heâs spasming and filling you with all his cum.
choso finally tugs himself off your tits, lips shining with drool. looking down, you see that your tits are bruised and fresh marks are blooming across your skin. cum starts to drip down his cock, and yet he still pushes himself into you with a whine. but he still stays hard inside of you â he loves to throw you around, mark you up, and use you like a fucking fleshlight, even though it means overstimulating himself too.
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        BEAST FEAST ! â RYĹMEN SUKUNA.
synopsis. sukuna misses his mate so much that it begins to physically affect his vessel's body. they set off on a little mission in search of you, only to find themselves walking riiight into your waiting jaws. wc. 4.2k
tags. dom beast! reader, bottom! sukuna. reader has a cock. oviposition (eggs), size difference, large cock, i'm not joking around that thing is fucking ginormous, belly bulge, monsterfucking, cum inflation, breeding kink, mpreg, knotting, biting, rough anal sex, warning: sukuna's huge tits, appropriate amount of clothes-ripping, multiple orgasms, creampie, sukuna's hole leaks slick, soft & needy sukuna.
a/n. inspired by this ask. thank you for the wonderful thirst <3
Sukuna was a predator. He did not fear, did not run from measly little things like monsters, because hardly anything could be more terrifying than he was.Â
But for the first time in his life, he felt like he was prey.Â
Hulking, sharp teeth bared, and with four piercing slit-like eyes, you rose to your full height, a low growl sounding at the back of your throat. Primal hunger radiated from your entire being as you stalked closer and closer, horns lowered in a position ready to strike, your tail whipping the jagged ends of the cave, sending little sparks alive.Â
âS-Sukuna, I think we should leave...â Yuuji stammered, starting to back out, but his cheek split open at once and a mouth appeared, snarling out a command to stay.Â
âLet me take over,â Sukuna muttered. âI will handle this, brat.âÂ
Yuuji looked hesitant about giving up control on his body. Still, there were little options to pick and choose from at the moment, and the beast, you, was approaching them with haste. Each heavy step you took announced your presence, causing the ground to quake, crushed rock particles raining down like fine powder.Â
Your eyes narrowed in onto the human at the mouth of the cave, no larger than one-fifth of your size, nor taller. Something coursed through you, sharp and warm and instantaneous, like static electricity.Â
Familiarity.Â
You came to a halt in front of him as tribal tattoos materialised on his skin, stretching across the expanse of his handsome face and dipping into his clothed chest. Two dark bands wrapped themselves around each of his wrists, and you watched intensely as he raised one (not six)âslowly, as to not threaten you, fist unfurling into a gentle hand to press against the side of your muzzle.Â
Dark red eyes stared up at you with a bored expression.Â
âSilly dog,â Sukuna cooed, fond.Â
All of this was familiar territory, and you wanted to sink your teeth into his neck. He was looking at you like he knew what you wanted, too.Â
âSukuna,â you growled, nuzzling into his hand, and he shuddered.Â
Closing his eyes, he curled a palm around one of your horns, bringing you down to press his forehead against yours, wanting to be close. You obliged easily, feeling his warm breath against yours, his touch surrounding you. The thrumming of his very much human heart against your lesser human one. You supposed it was a kind of feeling that no other living being could fathom. It wasnât love, gods, no. It was something much more than that.Â
It was something that only the two of you shared.Â
âI made you wait,â Sukuna breathed, stroking the side of your face, and you snorted out an agreement.Â
He had made you wait for centuries. Centuries of spending night and day in a cold wet cave, alone. You used to spend weeks lying awake at a time, waiting, hoping he would come back, sharp instincts perking up at every slight noise coming from outside the cave, only for it to be a bird or a stupid human traveller. You had hoped so desperately before that hope died with your will to live, and if not for your curse of immortality, you would have ended it all. You hadnât even bothered to make a proper nest, for all these years. It didnât matter if your mate wasnât there to appreciate it.Â
He had left you empty of meaning.Â
â... I donât suppose you will want me to apologise for that.âÂ
You stayed quiet. You werenât looking for an apology. But that didnât mean you werenât angry with him.Â
âWords?â he said patiently, looking at you. âTell me how you feel.âÂ
âNest,â you told him, and he watched helplessly as you shrugged his grip off and stalked past him, out of the cave and into the bright sunlight, for the first time in ages.Â
You gathered nesting materials as swiftly as you could, taking whatever you could find in the forestâdried-up twigs, leaves, bark strips, bird feathers, all the sort. They didnât have the softest texture, but they would do for now.Â
You returned to a sweet, heady scent seeping out from inside the cave, each whiff sending delicious quivers down your spine. It was the kind of aphrodisiac that omegas in the wild would release if they wanted to attract an alpha, but these things did not matter to you much. Mate, your mind supplied. Breed. You shook it off as your body not being attuned to the unbearable warmth of the outside world. It was getting all your instincts mixed up.Â
Inside the cave, Sukuna was sitting on your poorly-made nest like it was a grand throne, thighs spread and arms hung out, exposing his most vulnerable partsâhis neck, heart and bellyâto you in such a casual manner that it set fuel to the burgeoning fire you had been trying to ignore in your abdomen.
He gave you a lazy look as you noticed, a smirk beginning to stretch across his face.Â
âYou are back.âÂ
You felt your fangs itch.Â
âI was going to rip these off,â Sukuna continued when you made no reply, pinching his clothes with a look of near disgust. âBut I figured you would want to do it yourselfâŚ?âÂ
You growled. You had been suppressing the urge to rip off all his clothes since the moment he emerged in front of you in those markings that you had recognised as yours, and somehow, he knew it.Â
âSukuna,â you said. There was nothing else to say. You could feel yourself trembling with desire. Even he wouldnât be able to take it, not in this weak form, no. âI need⌠to fix the nest.â The words came out flimsy and weak. An excuse.
âTake me,â he rasped out, as though reading your mind. He gestured to his stomach. âForget the nest. I want you inside me. Right here.âÂ
He watched you, a hint of desperation behind his stern gaze. You looked away.Â
âI am angry at you,â you confessed, the real reason for why you were so hesitant. It came out in a growl, and Sukuna shivered, baring his neck with a low whine.Â
âI can tell,â he murmured, breathless. âTake it out on me.âÂ
It was tempting, really, having your mate spread out in front of you in your territory, willing and pliant, with only a thin, negligible barrier between you and what was yours. No, what used to be yours. You glared at his unblemished neck, now empty of a mating bite. It didnât feel right, and the growing heat within you was telling you to either bite or break something.Â
âNo.âÂ
Sukuna cocked an eyebrow. âNo?âÂ
Trying your best to ignore him, you lumbered over, starting to rearrange the nest into something more presentable. As you got closer, the sweet scent intensified, like a field of blooming red roses, each one making you dizzy with desire. Mate, your instincts were telling you. Make him round and heavy with our offspring. Keep him here forever. Who knows where heâll walk off to the next time we lose sight of him.Â
You could feel your cock sliding out from its sheath, steadily hardening as you pretended not to know where the smell was coming from.Â
Sukuna eyed you coyly as you moved closer to stuff a few feathers behind him, arching his back subtly as he settled into a more comfortable position, one that exposed the wet patch between his legs. He pulled down the mouth of his shirt to show his right pectoral, the thick black lines enticing you to trace them with your tongue.Â
Your cock swung heavily with every slight movement, and you could feel his hungry stare on it.Â
He opened his mouth. You stopped and stared back at him, daring him to speak. He sneered. âYour dick clearly disagreesââÂ
Sukuna yelped as you ripped his shirt open with your claws in one smooth movement, fully exposing his plump chest.Â
âBeautiful,â you growled in appreciation, flinging the shredded shirt away, and he panted out a victorious laugh, eagerly pushing out his tits for you to examine.Â
âFucking finally.â He moaned unabashedly as you groped his pecs, careful not to graze him with your claws, but just as rough nonethelessâjust the way he liked it. âKnew you would give in, haah.âÂ
âSukuna,â you warned, baring your teeth, but he only arched his neck in response, trying to get you to bite already.Â
âPut it in,â he whined. âWant your prick in me.âÂ
You ripped his pants off next.Â
Your gaze raked down his bodyâthis new, unfamiliar body of his that you should despise, because it was so human, so unlike himâbut instead of feeling revulsion, you could only taste hunger. Saliva rapidly gathered in your mouth, threatening to spill out from the gaps of your sharp teeth.Â
If he belonged to you, then every form and body that he chooses to possess would belong to you, too. And naturally, this one did.Â
âHere,â Sukuna panted, reaching a hand between his legs to scissor his hole open for you. Viscous, syrupy slick dripped out, dousing your nest with his sweet smell, and all of this only served to drive you crazy with want. âFuck me, ruin me, come onââÂ
The universe unravelled before you the moment you grabbed him by the hips and seated him on your cock in one violent thrust, and you groaned out loud and guttural, heavens and the earth be damned. You could have never forgotten how it felt, not since then, and never now, a sweltering, almost electrical connection burning through your bodies and sealing them together as one, like you were made to fit inside him, like he was made to be yours.Â
Sukuna was letting out a string of broken whimpers, face contorted in absolute bliss and pleasure as his rim stretched impossibly wide around your thick girth, his stomach bulging out to allow such a large intrusion. You yanked him further down the shaft of your cock, and he cried out, body convulsing as cameâcock messily spurting on his chest.Â
âShit,â he cursed, trembling as you began to move again. âF-forgot how big this thing is.âÂ
You snarled. Guess you would just have to imprint your dick inside him to make sure he would never forget again.Â
You manoeuvred your grip to the back of his knees, supporting him in a secure hold, spreading his thighs wider so you could slide in deeper with his back pressed against your chest. You wanted to feel every inch of him, wanted him to sheath you, wanted to carve a space inside him that only you could ever breach. Sukuna howled out a profanity, throwing his head back to rest on your shoulder as pleasure overwhelmed him in waves.Â
He reached back to grab at your shoulders, horns, anything, struggling to push himself into a better position as you started to slowly thrust into him. Vulnerable was the first word that came to you. The second one was fragile, but that wasnât the word for it, either. He was so little nowâyou could fit one hand completely around his waist, and you should be more gentle with him, really, but you knew he could take more.Â
âLook,â you said, peeking over his shoulder. Sukuna looked up at you, teary and confused, but before you could clarify, you reached a clawed hand to press against the obscene bulge on his navel, and his eyes rolled back with a loud, shuddering cry as he jerked in your arms, pressure immediately increasing tenfold.Â
âF-fuck,â he sobbed. You could feel the slick gushing out from around you and dripping down your thighs as he stared down for the first time, throat dry and unbreathing. âItâs too fuckinâ big.âÂ
You applied more pressure, just to be cruel, watching as he choked on a moan, thighs quivering uncontrollably. He stared back up at you, as though searching for a reason for that, and couldnât resist looking down again, at the huge swell over his stomach and abdomenâthe print of your cock marking him as yours. He slowly pressed his hands over your larger ones, whimpering as he felt just how deeply you were buried inside him.Â
âIt is not that big,â you sneered. âYou are just small now.â
Sukuna scowled at your taunting words, shivering as you gently stroked his stomach. âBrat. That does not- ah- does not mean I cannot take you.âÂ
You bared your teeth, trying for something similar to a smile. âI know.âÂ
You knew that more than anyone. He was the strongest creature you had ever known, and would ever know. The only one you would ever bow down to, the only one you would serve and recognise as king.
You lapped up his tears, and Sukuna leaned heavily into your touch, like he had been starving for it.Â
He was starting to roll his hips impatiently, forcing the head of your cock to rub against his walls, lustful whimpers slipping out as he watched you move inside him. âI guess it has been a long time,â he heaved, trying to catch his breath as he worked himself up and down your shaft the best he could. âI am gonnaâcum. Again. Hold me.âÂ
It wasnât an order as much as it was a plea.
You lifted his thigh high up to your chest, your other arm wrapping protectively around his waist as you violently slammed up into his tight hole, stuffing him full as he screamed. Strips of white painted his chest as he came all over himself, and you hooked your jaw over his shoulder to dutifully lick them up.Â
It took him less than a minute to recover, hips jerking in your grip and whimpering pitifully to get your attention. Â
âFuck me,â he sobbed, way too sensitive as you started to move him up and down your cock again, canines grazing his neck. âFuck me harder.âÂ
You knew Sukuna wasnât letting you do this only because he wanted you to let you take out your anger on him. He needed it himself, craved it, evenâthe violence, the overstimulation, the release. Centuries of not having you beside him. Centuries of being sealed up in a dark, empty space without the comfort of your warmth, the solace in your touch. He needed it now, more than ever, and you needed it too. Â
Ignoring his protests, you pulled him off your cock, setting him gently onto the nest on his hands and knees. Yanking his hips up, you forcefully pushed your shaft into him again, shoving him down by the neck when he tried to see what you were doing. He only moaned at the rough treatment, arching his back for you.Â
âLet me,â you told him, gently. âLet me take care of you.âÂ
Sukuna panted, his two left eyes watching you with a strange reverence that only revealed itself when the two of you were alone and being intimate. It wasnât exactly a promise to behave, but it was enough for you to start again.Â
Your tail curled around his thigh possessively, guiding it to spread wider as you rammed your hips against his repeatedly with heavy thrusts, the wet slaps deafeningly loud as they echoed through the cave. Sukuna had stopped trying to fuck himself on your cock, instead laying there and allowing you to position him as you wished, moaning lewdly every time the tapered tip of your cock forced itself against his sweet spot. He was squeezing deliciously around you with every thrust, his insides squelching as slick coated the entirety of your shaft, easing the stretch and glide.Â
âGorgeous,â you growled, entranced by the way his hole greedily swallowed up your length, and he whined brokenly at the praise, trembling hands reaching back to spread himself open for you. You groaned out at the sight, driving yourself deep in before pulling out until only the tip stayed inside, and slamming back in again to drink in his pleasured cries. Somewhere in the middle of that he had cum again, spilling heavily into the nest as his knees gave out, legs shaking with overstimulation.Â
âSo fuckinâ good,â Sukuna whimpered, no longer himself in the haze of his third orgasmâface smushed against the nest as he drooled. âMissed thisâmissed you so much, ahââÂ
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the edges of your vision blurring as you snapped your teeth together, focused on getting him off as much as possible first. Something strange and heavy was churning deep within you, being slowly dragged out from your depths and solidifying at the base of your cockâa feeling you hadnât felt for a long time, you almost forgot what it meant.Â
You didnât even know if it was possible to impregnate him in this form.Â
âFill me up,â he sobbed out, cockdrunk already. The stutter of your hips had given it awayâit didnât matter if it had been centuriesâhis body could recognise it coming from a mile, like he was conditioned to be bred by you. âWant your eggs.âÂ
You let out a hungry, animalistic whine at his words, claws digging into his hips and thighs as you towered over him in a proper mounting position, pounding harder and making guttural sounds of pleasure and want as you blindly chased your release. His eyes squeezed shut as he moaned wantonly, exposing his throat in a clear sign of submission, showing you that he wanted this, wanted you to stuff him full until he was bulging with your offspring.Â
âS-Sukuna,â you managed, wanting to bite, wanting to mark him, cock slamming directly into his sweet spot with reckless abandon, as though wanting to mark his insides as yours too. You could feel a knot bloating at the base of your shaft, heavy and swollen with solid weight, an unbearable pressure pushing and growing insistently somewhere down there, slowly travelling towards the rim of your cockhead. It was too much, too good, and you wanted to push deeper, deeper, make him feel it all the way to his throat.Â
âKnock me up already!â he wailed, pushing his ass back against you desperately as if that would speed things up. âP-Please. You know I want it. Been waiting for so long. I want it, please, pleaseââÂ
He was begging so much that it was driving your instincts into overdrive, sight blurring, breath coming out in rapid, hot pantsâhe had rarely, rarely ever acted like this even before the two of you were separatedâtears rolling down his cheeks as he cried his heart out for you to permanently mark his body as your own, distraught and broken like the only thing that could fix him was you.Â
It tore your soul apart to see your mate like this.Â
You fought to concentrate, but an invisible force was prying your jaws open, trying to get you to bite, clamp down on his neck and shoulder, taste his blood and drink in it.Â
âBite,â you wheezed out with difficulty as your hips continued to pound into him of their own accord, and you tried your hardest to tell him that you were going to lose it any time. âPleaseâcanâI?âÂ
âYes, you fucking fool,â Sukuna choked on a sob as you brutally shoved your knot into him, stuffing him full until he felt like he was bursting. âMark me up, show me that I belong to youââÂ
And you did, jaws latching onto flesh and skin as your teeth punctured the juncture between his neck and shoulder, fangs sinking in deep, snarling, shaking, a burning heat exploding at your core as your vision whited out, emptying everything into himâecstasy consuming your very existence.Â
When you came to be, he was whimpering weakly.
You could feel the cum steadily trickling out of his hole and down the back of his thighsâyou had come so much that even the thick knot couldnât keep everything insideâbut you didnât think that was the reason.Â
You could feel a heavy pressure present from your crotch to the gaping rim of your cockhead, pain and pleasuring splitting you apart, and you let out a wounded noise as you pushed the first egg into the body of your mate.Â
âS-shit,â Sukuna croaked out, thighs trembling as the egg settled into him, straining at the sudden heavy weight in his stomach. âH-how many are there?âÂ
âThere are two,â you hissed out, and his eyes widened. âTwo more.âÂ
He let out a pained whine, eyes fluttering close as he waited for the next, and the next. âBrat,â he managed. âI might not be able to stay awake.âÂ
You pulled back the best you could, manhandling him gently so that you could rest him on his side, knot still lodged inside him. âIt is okay,â you told him, softly. âI will take care of you.âÂ
Sukuna couldnât remember, for the life of it, the last time that he had felt so heavy.Â
He blinked his eyes open, and was greeted by the sight of his swollen stomach, now stuffed with three whole eggs, and at least a gallon of your cum. He sighed with contentment, wriggling to settle comfortably into the warmth of the nest, hands settling on his stomach.Â
Yuuji was going to try and kill him, no doubt. Not that his vessel would ever come close to succeeding. He found himself grinning evilly at that.Â
Sukuna was about to fall asleep again, before he noticed a lack of body heat behind him.
He was breathing in your scent as the entire cave was drenched in it that he hadn't realised immediately, but you were nowhere in sight. A hollow feeling swept over him in waves at the thought of being used and abandoned, and he bit back a whimper. Stupid, useless instincts. He hated how weak you made him.
âBrat,â he called, softly, too tired to sit up. âYou are here?âÂ
You grunted.Â
You had been sitting at the far edge of the nest for the past hour, gaze locked onto the entrance of the cave, guarding your now pregnant mate from any foolish intruders. That was⌠one of the two reasons. The other reason was to guard him from yourself.Â
Sukuna called for you again, and you could not resist stealing a glance.
The sight before you was making you light-headed with desire that you could not afford to have, not right now. You stared down at him just as he looked up at you, swollen and bulging with your offspring, mindlessly stroking his huge stomach with cum still trickling down his ass and thighs.Â
Fuck. You were so hungry. You would always be hungry for him.
Sukunaâs face split into an arrogant smirk. âWhy, after all that, and you still want more.âÂ
âDo not,â you warned lowly, trying your best to look away, even as he shamelessly spread his legs, showing you the mess you had made between his thighs. âSukuna. Not now.âÂ
âWhy not?â he leered, taking pleasure in your distress. âScared you will break me?âÂ
You growled. âYes.âÂ
âWeak,â he taunted. âI do not remember picking a weak fool as my mate.âÂ
âI am not weak.â You bared your teeth at him, and he simply laughed at you.Â
âSo easy to rile up,â he hummed. âCome here.âÂ
â... No.âÂ
He looked even more amused. âCome over, brat. I will not do anything vile.âÂ
âSo you know you are vile,â you said, and despite your words, begrudgingly strut over and buried your face into his neck, ignoring the dull heat persisting in your lower abdomen.Â
Sukuna sighed as you lapped affectionately at the fresh mating bite, closing his eyes and basking in the heat of your body. âI never- ah- denied it in the first place.âÂ
You pulled back to glower at him, clawed hands settling back on his hips where they belongedânow carrying the weight of your offspring. He reached up to cradle your face now that you were steadying him, unfazed by your glare.Â
âAnd you still love this vile creature?â he murmured, gazing at you with an expression no less than tender.
âLove,â you repeated, like it would make sense if you said it a second time. You felt more for him than just love. If love only made your skin feel warm and your heart beat fast, like the mortals have told, then this feeling was something much, much more than love.Â
Sukuna merely grinned, and you knew he felt the same.Â
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something something Simon coming back with his scars for the first time, face hidden by his new balaclava as he sits on your couch, still as a statue as he glares holes into the carpet.
âSimon we donât have to do this.â You whisper, and he barks out a humourless laugh. âDonât want face it?â He snarks, but shrinks back at the noise of hurt you make, straightening your posture. âYou could never scare me, you know that.â You sigh, taking his hand in yours and running your finger over his veins. âNot like itâs gonna be that much different. Itâs still your ugly mug after all.â
âOh alright stop takinâ the piss.â He snorts, rolling his shoulders and you finally smile, nudging his arm. âCâmon, after that little bitch fit now you really have to-â Your words are cut off when he yanks the mask over his head, clutching it in his hands, staring at a loose thread, grimacing at the sound of your sharp intake of breath.
Simon struggles not to cover his mouth, to not just flee your apartment entirely, when your hand it gripping his chin, forcing him to face you, and your eyes shine with unshed tears as you turn his head this way and that, touch feather light as you trace the jagged scar that runs down the right side of his face. âWell?â His voice is tight, harsh. Youâve never judged him a day in his life and he doesnât know what heâd do if-
âIâm so happy youâre home.â You force out between hiccups, lip trembling as you throw your arms around his shoulders, and itâs easy, melting into you, letting all these new worries and responsibilities melt off his shoulders as your nails scrape against his scalp.
âSo am I luvie.â
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â unconcealable
- gojo satoru x reader
your boyfriend may not show it, but the six eyes are his burden to bear. you know it firsthand when he falls into your arms for the first time
genre: teen!gojo, fluff, hurt/comfort, flashback and fast-forward to dad!gojo later
note: hello hello iâm alive~ i have this little thing of fluff/comfort pampering in my head throughout my vacation and itâs been a long time since i last wrote about teen!gojo so here it is :D will proofread later when i get the chance!
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
Back in 2006â
âSatoru, move awayââ
âNuh, uh! Iâm staying! Youâre too soft~â
âSatoru, If Yaga-sensei walks in⌠heâll think weâre doing something indecent!â
âMmm, don't care~â
This is the gym. Anyone could walk in. And yet your boyfriend of three weeks, Gojo Satoru, claimed his place by resting his head on your lap and squeezing his eyes shut so comfortably⌠like a cat.
You sighed, vexed and almost giving upâ and then you noticed just how good-looking he was. Not that you just realized it now, but his long eyelashes, his smooth skin, white hair...
You have snagged a heartthrob. Or at least he could be if it wasn't for his questionable tendencies.
âSatoru, Iâm being serious,â you griped, blinking back your pounding heart and starting to get anxious if anyone would see the two of you on the floor, with him over you. âGet up. Now.â
He knitted his brows together. âSo stingy... Canât your dashing boyfriend get five more minutes?â
âNo. Up. Now.â You learnt by experience that the more you indulged Satoru, the more you would be inclined to comply as well. So before he dragged you into that hole...
âHmph! No!â
âIâll really flip you if you donât moveâ!â
And thatâs finally when he cracked his eyes open, totally pouting. âSo mean! My head is hurting, you know! I just want to rest a bit!â
You were somewhat taken aback by his little outburst but he really got up this time, and then he stalked away, mumbling complaints.
"Some girlfriend you are... so not considerate..." he pursed his lips together, seemingly hurt as he made his way out.
That almost annoyed you greatly, and you were about to retort back when to your shock, he suddenly clutched his head and staggered. "Ahhâ"
"Satoru!"
You sprinted to him and caught him as he wobbled, supporting his weight.
"Are you okay? What happened?!" you were so spooked that you went down with him to the floor again. And you immediately pulled him to you when he heaved a shuddering breath.
"I'm okayâ" he said in a pant, pressing his eyes together so tightly. "I'm okay, I'm okay! Don'tâ"
"You're not, you idiot!"
Something with his eyes. It just dawned to you that he didn't wear his sunglasses today, and by instinct, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing him close to your chest.
"Is it hurting badly now?" you worriedly asked, keeping him tight in your embrace. "Do you want me to get you something?"
Contrary to your worries, what Satoru was more focused on was the exponential warmth that enveloped him. He had a migraine for a while there, but you so easily anchored him, making it somehow hurt less.
"You said Yaga-sensei will catch us and think we're having sex," he sullenly accused to hide the sudden blush spreading quickly on his face. "You didn't care about me just a minute ago."
"That's... a minute ago!" you hissed. "Now I'm worried!"
Your response made him smile despite himself. Satoru found comfort in the darkness of being squished against your boobs... perhaps way more than he thought he would.
"Then let me stay like this for a while. I'll be okay in a jiffy, 'kay?"
"Hmm," you hummed, absent-mindedly stroking his soft hair. You started to feel bad for chasing him away earlier, and squeezed him. "Does your head hurt often?"
"Whoa, it's only when I'm like this that you'll touch me so openly," he responded with a mock sigh, and you fought the urge not to roll your eyes. "Poor me."
"Poor you indeed. So answer me, does it, or does it not?"
"Nah, it's just how it is sometimes. Just some side effects of my eyes, you see."
"Why don't you wear your glasses today?"
"...Nanami broke them after I ate his last doughnut."
"You..." you almost giggled, and yet so exasperated at the same time. But the way Satoru squeezed your waist to hug you in return made you spare him.
You two stayed like that for a while, and when the bell rang to indicate the start of the next period, you asked him again. "Are you okay now?"
"Mm-hm, yeah, much better."
"Then let's go back to your class. I'll help you go there."
"Ehh..." But Satoru, ever the stubborn one, just buried his face into you, holding on tight and not letting go at all. "No."
You frowned. "Whyâ"
"Don't wanna move~ your boobs are just too good..."
"â? Whatâ"
"They're soooo soft. Seems jiggly too? Ah, my pain is healed! Oh! When we get married, will I get to bite them tooâ"
"Satoru, you!"
Long story short, you two missed the next period just because Satoru nagged you to stay with him... and at the end of it all, the ones who opened the doors to the gym were Nanami and Haibara, who immediately went to report to Yaga and red-faced respectively.
Back to presentâ
"Time for your teardrops!"
Satoru squeezed the bottle of eyedrops, lining it up with the striking blue eyes of his six-year-old son, an cute little pumpkin who was a carbon copy of him in every way, as he laid his head on his lap.
"Mmngh," his son squirmed as the water made contact with his sensitive eyes, and squeezed both eyes shut as soon as his papa was done.
Having inherited his eyes, the boy had started to feel pain whenever he accidentally overused them. Satoru knew the feeling well, and as much as he tried to humor him, something inside him prickled whenever he saw him getting teary-eyed due to the pain.
"Still stings?" he asked with a frown. "Want to use blindfold cover your eyes, hmm?"
Your son mumbled, "...no."
"What do you want then?"
"...I want mama."
Satoru snorted, pinching his boy's plump cheek fondly. "Same, kiddo. I want mama too."
The little boy cracked his eyes open out of spite. "You always bother her everyday."
"It's not as if you do not but whatever." Satoru pursed his lips as he stared at his boy. "If only I can put those rotting grandpas in elderly home, your mama can be freed from missions."
The kid snuggled close to his lap, seeking comfort, and suddenly, he felt flash of warmth burst inside him, realizing that his little munchkin wanted him to make him feel better.
"Look, I'm not mama, but I can do this tooâ" he hoisted his son, and hugged him close, hiding his little face into his sturdy chest. "Here you go. Better?"
The little baby that forever connects him to you. Satoru loved his son as much as he loved you.
He had no one to really comfort him in the early days of misusing his eyesâ they only told him that it was the price for the greatness he would possess. Until you did. You didnât speak of power or strength. Each time he suffered from those migraines back then, you would hold him close.
And so, he'd be damned if the same thing happened to his precious son. He wouldn't let him be told thatâhe would do his best to soothe him, to make him feel safe.
"Tomorrow we're getting kikufuku, yeah?" he said with a smile, patting his sonâs back gently. "And ice cream too."
"Mmm... 'kay..." the boy replied. "Papa... sleepy..."
"Then sleep, kid. I'll wake you when mama comes back, yeah?"
You. The baby. The two of you were always the center of his world. As he too drifted off to sleep beside his son, he thought that chasing after you was most definitely the greatest decision he made from that blue spring that would never return in his life.
Epilogue
"I'm home!"
Your mission ended with a bang as you completely obliterated the cursed spirit. You went home with a spring in your steps, thinking that your silly husband and cute son would be waiting for you in this afternoon.
But no one greeted you back, and you found yourself walking to your master bedroom, only to be floored by the sight.
Satoru had dozed off so unguardedly, but he had one protective arm over your son, who was also sleeping. They looked like a pair of twins, and the way your son curled up to your husband melted your heart so much that it brought a wide smile on your face.
Click! Click! You took several photos so you would be able to look at their sleepy state whenever you wanted. But as you marveled at the photographs, suddenly a sneaky hand yanked youâ
"Whoaâ!"
"Shh, you'll wake him up, mama," Satoru sleepily grinned as he smooched your face. "You took so long, I missed you."
"I finished one day early," you huffed, but then your expression softened as you gazed at your sleeping son. "Seems like both of you are getting along well while I was gone~"
"I fed him mochi and cookies, of course he'll be obedient."
"â! I told you he'll get cavities soon if you don't limit the sweets intake!"
"Oh? Then we just have to have another baby who won't get cavities just as you wish then~"
"That's not how it works! Satoru, youâ!"
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