#lmao i would love to see how they massage the numbers

[elipsi]

Starlink, which provides space-based internet service to more than 2.6 million customers, often strips out the hefty cost of sending its satellites into space to make the non-public numbers look better to investors, these people said, asking not to be identified discussing private information. They describe the company’s accounting as “more of an art than a science” and say it’s not actually profitable based on an operational and ongoing basis.

[thetxtdevil]

Heyyyyy can u write something about reader getting caught by kai while using a vibrator. Like i imagined an escenario where reader is waiting for kai at the hotel room while kai is out with the boys in the US (since the relationship is a secret, reader cant be seen w them) and she misses him so much and she starts getting horny by some thoughts and starts playing with herself with the vibrator bc she thought kai was going to arrive much later. Poor little thing gets caught with her legs spread open, dripping wet and moaning so loudly by her beloved boyfriend 😙 (i live by soft dom kai so his reaction will be according to it lmao)

Please and thank u, love ur works hehe💗

--nsfw--

You wait in the lobby of the hotel Kai lead you to through text message. He said he would meet you there to give you a key but here you were sitting on a chair feeling awkward. Flipping through the provided magazines on the coffee table you hear loud conversations very distinct not only from the foreign language but the familiar tone of each member of your boyfriend's group. You smile to yourself standing up to look at the men to suddenly have your stomach start to flutter when you see your boyfriend Kai. It's been so long since you two have been in the same vicinity his presence hit you like a truck. You study his much broader shoulders and his arms were very muscular, his once dusty blue hair were now long dark locks which exaggerated his angelic features so well. Your heart rate pumps a faster when you see his chocolate eyes glance at you. You felt like a high school girl when you became shy as Kai walks towards you.

"Hey beautiful"

"You're the beautiful one."

Kai chuckles getting as bashful as you "lies."

You wanted to grab his chin to look at you but your resisted, "you know I don't lie" He smiles puffing out his chest in confidence, then Kai's eyes widen as if he remembered something, patting down his pocket he pulls out a small card. "Do you have a pen?" he asks and you quickly search for one in your purse. He starts writing something and hands you the card and pen back.

"This is my room key and I wrote down the level and number. I'm going out with the band but I should be back later."

"Oh okay, thanks." You were stunned to see him leave fast watching him go back to the group of men. You awkwardly smile and wave at Yeonjun and Taehyun who were staring at you in suspicion.

"Who's that" Yeonjun nods towards you.

"Oh... uh- a fan" Kai nervously messes up his hair hoping to hide his blush, "noticed her around so I thought I'd finally give her an autograph"

---

You took a deep breath as you bring the electronic key to the pad on the door handle. Making sure you have the right room number once more you swipe the card resulting in a small green light blinking. Opening the door you waddle in with your duffel bag. The room was like any other hotel room, clean, nice bed sheets, warm light, but there was a beautiful view of the city. Admiring the cars stopping and creeping forward, lights illuminating the area making the stars in the sky barely visible. You stop looking to get yourself comfortable in the room removing the extra layers you had on.

Falling onto the bed you let out a huff of boredom. You let your mind wander to your meeting with Kai from earlier, how handsome he is, how big he looked, how much you wanted to graze your fingers along his milky skin. Closing your eyes to imagine him above you, his light sweet kisses pressing into your lips asking about your day or simple "love yous", and his big hands grouping your breasts. As your thoughts go wild your own fingers explore yourself and a hand massage your tit. You flex your thighs together, back arching, your whole body shaking from arousal. You stop for a moment to remember that you brought a little toy for tonight.

Digging through your bag your hand touches a solid object. Picking it up knowing its your handy wand ready to be used. You study the curves of the vibrator remembering how much Kai love to tease you with it. When you both started dating Kai was a little inexperienced with little knowledge of selfcare so you took it upon yourself to show him the great pleasures of sex toys. Stripping away your clothes settling back on the bed you tease your nipples once more. Reaching for the vibrator clicking it on to fill the air with a light buzzing noise. Pressing the vibrations against your clit instantly shot pleasure through your body making it hard to not get needy. You tease yourself over and over again swiping the wand against your folds but never fully fucking yourself.

A small sound of metal of the door knob clicks but was quiet enough to not be noticed by you. However, your smalls gasps and breathy moans could easily been heard from your boyfriend who came through the door. He walks in quietly to see his beautiful girlfriend spread out before him. His cheeks burn a fiery red, big doe eyes shy away embarrassed that he caught you in such a position until he starts to hear your juices that sounded so delicious to him. All his attention came back to you especially when your moans became calls of his name.

He watches the curl of your toes, every spasm of your open legs leading down to your glistening folds moving around your vibrator. Kai's secret cover was compromised when a drawn out groan escaped from deep within him. Your teary eyes open to look around the room finding Kai standing perfectly in front of you, your legs framing his body.

"Kai, angel, I missed you so much a-and I couldn't wa-"

"canieatyouout"

You eyes widen at his abrupt request but then soften as you widen your legs as a sign of welcome. Kai gets on his knees getting a hold of your hips to push you towards him, towards his face so it was morphing into your pussy. You pant at his luscious muscle lapping up every part of you and his nose bumping into your clit so lovingly. Kai lifts his head to grin at your fucked out state then catches a glimpse of the forgotten wand. He grabs it and as his lips latch onto your clit he shoves the vibrator deep inside you receiving a shocked gasp.

You feel lightheaded by the deep penetration. Your vision begins to see stars with every suck and lick of your clit. Looking down at the sight of your boyfriend, Kai, his long dark hair hiding his face that was already hidden in your cunt, his broad shoulders keeping your legs far apart, one hand thrusting the wand in and out of you while the other explores your soft skin. God did you miss him...

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling, @incogrio

[mirukosbitchywife]

bnha pro heros with a vigilante s/o

aizawa, hawks, midnight, fatgum, miruko

vigilante reader is a pretty tame vigilante they pretty much just do heroic deeds but without a license so no one really cares much since ur not hurting anyone besides some bumps and scrapes, probably ooc? idk this is how i see them, not proofreading so if it sucks my bad, no warnings for anything i don't think, it's just fluff

midnight/nemuri:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

miruko/rumi:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you pin her <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-y'all's end of day routine always starts with rumi ranting about her day while you cook dinner for the both of you, then it's your turn to rant while she cleans the dishes after dinner

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

hawks/keigo:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

fatgum/taishiro:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

eraserhead/shouta:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

[kxlitz]

HIII can you please do bill with a ice hockey player s/o it can be smut if you want p.s: I LOVE YOUR WORK😍❤️❤️

That’s sweet! While I am canadian I don’t know too much about Ice Hockey so I’m basing myself off players in my entourage and research. I’m sincerely sorry if I got something inaccurate in there !!

I’m sorry if this was short by the way!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

❅ Bill Kaulitz & Ice hockey player ❅

Setting the record straight, Bill is not an athletic person. The most you will get from him are walks and the occasional at home workout. He would rather die than run a mile so he finds it so fascinating that you found passion in a sport.

He sometimes wishes he had the skills to play with you or to simply enjoy sports in general. He likes watching soccer so there’s a chance for him to enjoy other sports for sure!

Is willing to make the effort and learn the rules to understand what goes on better.

He will show up to every match and he means it. If you were to live in a different country he would ask your match schedule and squeeze any important championship into his own busy schedule.

Bill will literally ask you if he can bring the band with him and sing your national anthem.

If he can’t well, he will still stand up and proudly sing your anthem because it’s yours and symbolizes your victory and he loves everything about you.

Will bring his mom to your games too <3

Screams the LOUDEST.

Your number one cheerleader, really.

(2023 Bill would be willing to wear a cheerleader fit even.)

Once the match is over Bill will run down and wait for you besides your coach, with a towel and water bottle at hand.

He will sit around the rink during your practice and make funny faces when you pass by to make you laugh.

It made you bumb against your teammates a couple of times, he’s sorry. But will continue doing it.

Your coach has definitely kicked him out before lmao.

He will always offer you massages if you’re sore after training :)

For some reason he really seems to be someone that gives an amazing back massage.

Oh this man is CRAZY about your muscles.

He melts when he sees your back flexing.

Will come behind you and trail kisses down your spine.

Hand on your thigh. ALL.THE.TIME.

Oh you will definitely catch him staring at your ass.

Likes to be the little spoon so he can be all wrapped up in your strong arms and, especially, your legs :)

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••••••••••••••••NSFW AHEAD••••••••••••••••••

It’s a fantasy of his to fuck you in a closet after or during a match.

You just look so cute and flustered. Once your helmet’s off and your hair is all ruffled he can’t help but imagine all the things he’d do to you.

Or that he wants you to do to him.

The second you’re off the rink. Something about how you look all sweaty and tired is such a turn-on.

Would love to fuck you in your gear but it’s kind of unpractical unfortunately :(

The same way that he wants to innocently be wrapped around your arms and legs, he wants you to wrap those thighs around his head as he eats you out. Don’t be afraid to squeeze, he loves it.

He could spend hours on end between your legs, doesn’t care if you’ll be late to practice.

He will be there until you quiver.

Speaking of practice, you bet you’re on for lazy morning sex before practice. Your alarm woke him up at 4:30 in the morning now you have to make it up to him.

Oral fixated Bill is my fav.

PULL. HIS. HAIR.

You will be left with handprints on your hips from how hard he grips you when you ride him.

He is so sensitive.

Runs his hand up your thigh, soft like a feather.

He loves feeling your muscles flex.

I genuinely don’t know how to continue this, his sex habits don’t really change depending on what you do in life. It’s mostly little bonuses that come with your sport <3

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hello lovely! It's been absolutely ages, so thought I would drop by with a request 😜

If you felt so inclined, may I please have number 4 with Guero

🌻

Yeah babe, it's been years and years, lmao!

Of course, you can <3 More of a short than a drabble. This one kinda got away from me. I doubt you're going to mind, though!xx

Lil' bit of smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You can tell as you watch him circle his neck and flex his shoulder blades exactly what's bothering him. Tension. Knotted muscles that are likely currently tightened so badly, he feels as if someone has zipped his trapezius together.

He turns and smiles, catching you look at him. "What's up, girl?"

"I could ask you the same question, but I know already." Walking out from behind the bar, you approach him, Guero turning in his seat as you arrive with him. "Slip your kutte off."

He raises an eyebrow. "You want me to undress for you, right here? Well, I ain't shy, mamacita, but we could take it someplace more private?"

He's so playful, and you love that about him, dropping your head for a moment and laughing softly. "Your back pain. Let me help you with that."

He begins to shrug his kutte from his shoulders. "And the taking you someplace more private?" Oh, that wink. He could topple entire empires with that fucking wink.

"Just let me work my magic. I'm good with my hands."

He snorts softly, his lips spreading into a full smile. “Good with your hands, huh? I think I wanna know more.” 

"See, the nice girl comes over and offers you a massage, and you gotta take it to another place, man. Rude, bro. Really rude," Bottles chirps, Guero turning to frown.

"And you're just envious that it ain't you her hands are gonna be on, now get back behind the bar, prospect." He then turns to you, gesturing to his back. "Please proceed."

Your fingers meet his shoulders, squeezing softly, working out towards his arms, moving to the centre of his back and pushing, the tension crackling beneath your fingers as you begin to knead. The moan that slips from his mouth arrows right to your crotch.

"Fuck me, that's good."

Fuck him? Oh, how you'd happily hop upon that man, given half the chance. "You carry a lot of tension in your upper back. It's common with guys who ride motorcycles. You should let me do this for you more often."

He leans back to look at you, a lascivious smirk in place. "I think that can be arranged, for you to have your hands all over me on the regular."

A few hours later and you have him back at your house, Guero lying naked beneath you after being treated to a full body rub down, his skin glinting with the sheen of massage oil you wet your hands with. Hands that are now focused on one particular part of his anatomy, sliding in a slippery, tandem grip upon his cock.

"Oh... my... fucking... god." His eyes close, a crease denting his forehead, deep moans of lust echoing his throat. "I ain't ever had a hand job like this before. Jesus, that feels too good."

His cock twitches in your grasp, his abs juddering, your smile widening as you watch him succumb to his completely blissed-out state, leaning to kiss the centre of his chest. "Told you I was good with my hands."

[no1frogfan]

Untitled Makki/Seijoh4 drabble

Hanamaki x gn reader (x the rest of Seijoh4 a bit)

Word count: ~1.3k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Hair fetish, cum in hair, PUBES we love ‘em and Makki definitely does, implied breath play, mentions of penetration & throat fucking, dubcon (no dubcon sex but reader is unknowingly participating in Makki’s fetish), reader has silky hair that’s long enough to braid, no hair color mentioned

Note: How do these keep getting longer and longer? They’re not really drabbles anymore, but I couldn’t stop writing because pervy Makki is so fun. This is actually depraved lmao

Iwa | Mattsun

You flop down cross-legged onto the rug in front of Makki. He scoots forward, draping his legs over your shoulders and pulling you back against the side of the bed. Steam is still rising off your head as he carefully teases out any tangles.

When it’s combed through to his satisfaction, he spreads deep conditioner across his hands and gently reaches forward to massage it into your scalp. The cinnamon and peppermint prickle pleasantly across your skin.

He dollops more conditioner on your hair, and, god it looks so much like… He doesn't know how many times he’s imagined it, wrapping your silky locks around his hand to press your nose against his abdomen. He could even thread both hands through your hair to hold you down while he bucks into you, savor the feeling of you gagging around him and, at the last second, pull you off him to paint hot streaks across your face and hair. He’s sure you’d make him cum so much, thick gobs of it covering your head and sticking to the strands.

Makki tears his eyes away and takes a long, calming breath.

Then another.

He shakes his head and returns to the task of caressing the conditioner into every strand.

You feel the tension leaving your neck and shoulders. Your eyes close, body relaxing under his ministrations.

When he walked in on you putting your hair up a week ago, he never realized an opportunity like this would literally land in his lap.

The wind had been relentless that day, loosening your bun and whipping the escaped tendrils across your face out on the boat. The spray of salt water and the grabby hands of the younger guests had done a number on it too. He saw you get progressively more irritated as the day went on, your tight bun devolving into a messy one, devolving further into an untidy ponytail, and finally barely managing to even be wrangled into that.

Then he’d stumbled in on you in the bathroom while you were trying to wrestle with it for the umpteenth time that morning, an angry scowl twisting your face.

Shakily (could you see his hands trembling?), he’d reached up to tease the knottiest tangles apart with his fingers and tie it up for you.

He’d pulled back reluctantly after he finished, and keeping his tone as casual as he could, offered to braid it for you that night. “I have two sisters,” he’d added hurriedly by way of explanation, trying to cut off any hesitation at the pass.

“You…don’t mind?”

Mind? He’d been itching to run his fingers through your hair for weeks, wondering if it really was as soft as it looked, wondering how you manage to keep it so lustrous and bouncy despite the harsh sea water and the harsher sun. Wondering how good it would smell if he buried his face in it.

“It’s no big. I used to do it all the time.”

As easy as that, he’d opened the door to this new nightly routine. And every night since then, it’s tested his discipline.

Like tonight. With careful fingers, he parts your hair down the middle and pulls the halves taut, relishing the feel of it gliding across his skin. You’re half asleep now, so far gone you don’t notice the quivering little gasp that escapes your mouth.

Uncertain he heard correctly, his eyes dart up to Oikawa, Iwa, and Mattsun in turn. All their eyes on trained on you too.

Maybe… He tugs your hair a second time.

Ah! There it is again—

A stutter and an almost inaudible moan.

Makki has to bite back a groan. Fuck. Do you like that? He looks down and almost bites through skin at the sight of the wet strands splayed across his bare thighs, so close to his twitching cock he could almost…maybe he could even grab a palmful and fuck his fist with it, until your hair is sticky with his cum. You’ve always been a deep sleeper. He could rub it in and you’d never be the wiser.

Or maybe you’d prefer to be on top and in control, to see the fucked out look on his face as you take every inch of him, milking him for all he’s worth. You’d loom over him, your locks a satin curtain around his face, hiding him away in a private paradise.

If he asked you to, would you grow it out longer? If you knew how much he liked it? If you knew it would let him easily wrap one long plait around your throat? If you knew it would let him grip it more easily when he fucks you from behind? His hand viselike as he drives into you, wrenching you back after each sloppy thrust. It’d be easier to pull you up, too. To curve your neck back for a better view as you take Mattsun or Iwaizumi, or hell, even Oikawa in your eager mouth.

You can’t see the wolfish expression on Makki’s face as he zeroes in on the way your chest rises and falls unevenly under him. But his friends can, and he can’t help but show off a little, his eyes glinting in challenge. Watch what I can do. And under the pretense of making sure he gets every strand, he runs his nails down your cheek, trails them across your neck, and with a murmured “sorry” ghosts them across your chest, there and gone.

You barely register his touch, but the evidence of it lingers in the budding of your nipples against the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.

If you opened your eyes now, you’d see him hunched over you, eyes closed in rapture. The spicy scent, the warmth radiating from you, it’s all too heady. He could lunge forward right now, pin you down against the floor and fuck you just like that. Would you want that? Want every inch of his body pressed against you, his face smothered against your neck, you invading all of his senses? Letting him drown in every strand every wisp while he thrusts into you, not too slow, not too fast, relishing the clench of your walls around him.

And he knows it’s in poor taste, but he truly can’t help but wonder: does the carpet match the drapes? He’s always trying to catch a glimpse, but he’s never been successful. Do you trim? Do you let it grow? Hopefully you don’t shave because fuck what he wouldn’t give to spread you open, bury his nose in your bush, smear his pre all over you and go to fucking town—

His eyes shoot open when someone clears their throat.

It’s impossible now to ignore how hard he is. It’s bordering on painful. You’ve dozed off a little, like you usually do, and Makki decides he’s dragged this on long enough. It takes no time at all to finish his plaiting. He leans back to admire tonight’s masterpiece — two neat French braids. Then, he covers his lap with the comforter before giving your hair one final tug.

You blink blearily, reaching up to run your fingers over his handiwork. “Thanks Makki,” you mumble, rubbing sleep from your eyes. You push off the floor, a little wobbly from the haze of sleep, and shuffle into bed.

“No prob,” he responds, voice a little strained.

Thus ends your nightly routine.

Makki, though, he usually stays up a little longer, fucking his fist in the shower while the luster of your hair still lingers on his fingertips.

[nyxx-blacx]

Another NSFW survey (answered)

1. What was your first “adult” experience?

- I guess finding some explicit magazines in my fathers dresser.

2. What’s the hottest thing you’ve done to someone else?

- creampie + squirting moment

3. Do you like giving head?

- no. Love.

4. Do would you rather give head or receive it?

- Giving more than receiving

5. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?

- yup

6. Have you ever fooled around outside?

- kinda. I need to do it for real to legitimize

7. What are you wearing now?

- ripped forest green skinny jeans and a black shirt at work

8. Where is the craziest place you’ve done it?

- maybe in my car I suppose

9. Do you like sexting?

- love it

10. When you’re on top, what’s your favorite position?

- doesn’t matter to me

11. Do you like eating ass?

- depends on the person I’m with, but generally YES

12. Do would you rather eat ass or have your ass ate?

- I’d rather eat than be eaten

13. What are you wearing right now?

- double entry

14. Where’s the most uncomfortable place you’ve ever done it?

- in my car lol

15. Do you find older people/ partners attractive?

- I do!

16. Do you like being naked or are you shy about it?

- I’m very shy about it, but I want to do it more

17. Have you ever fooled around with more than one person in one day?

- yes

18. Have you ever done stuff around other people?

- yes

19. Do you ever fantasize about an ex or a previous hook up?

- absolutely

20. Have you ever gotten or given car head while driving?

- yup

21. Have you ever hooked up with someone you weren’t supposed to hook up with?

- define “weren’t supposed to” LMAO

22. Have you ever had a threesome? If not would you like to someday?

- nope, and I’d like to try someday

23. If you could have sex with any porn star, who would you choose?

- Lena Paul, hands down

24. Do you like getting tied up? How about tying someone else up?

- I’d like to tie someone up. Being tied up?, never done it but wouldn’t say never

25. Most embarrassing sex thing you’ve confessed to a friend?

- Eating out a girl on her period

26. Have you ever been caught fooling around?

- probably

27. How old were you when you started masturbating?

- maybe 10?

28. what was your go to sexual fantasy in high school?

- anything with high heels, thongs, or interracial

29. What’s the highest number of sexual positions you tried in one session? (feel free to name a few if you can remember)

- maybe 6?

30. Would you suck on anyone’s toes or let them suck yours?

- no. No. NO.

31. Favorite things to do or have done to you during foreplay?

- I love massaging and dirty whispering

32. What is the riskiest text you’ve ever sent?

- probably “want some dick to feel relieved?”

33. Have you ever hooked up with a friend?

- yup

34. If you knew there would be no future repercussions, do you think you could ever be a porn star?

- eh, probably not now

35. What’s an instant turn-on for you?

- Back and forth aggressive flirting

36. How old were you when you had for first kiss?

- 17

37. What’s the kinkiest thing a partner has asked you to do? Did you do it?

- DP using a dildo, and ravaging

38. What’s the farthest you’ve gone on a first date and did you think that would happen before hand?

- maybe hugging? Seconds dates are usually the fun stuff

39. Would you rather be blindfolded or blindfold someone else?

- hell why not both? But probably blindfolding someone else

40. Would you ever have phone sex?

- yup

41. What do you think of open relationships?

- not for everyone, but I could see the real benefits

42. What’s the longest you’ve gone without jerking off?

- maybe 1 month? Or 2?

43. Is there a position that you would like to try, but have not done yet?

- yup, there’s a few

44. Have you ever hooked up with a coworker?

- nope

45. What’s the most memorable sexual experience you’ve had?

- there’s so many tbh

46. Would you lick someone’s armpits or let them lick yours?

-…..maybe? Not initially tho

47. have you or would you try BDSM?

- would love to try or start rather

48. How many exes’ numbers are still in your phone?

- all but 1

49. Have you ever caught someone else having sex or masturbating?

- yup

50. What is your ideal romantic to sexual ratio?

- honestly 1:1, at most 2:1. I’m a sentimental bastard

51. Would you say you have a (Physical) type or type(s) and if so how would you describe it?

- I guess I have a type, but I hate admitting that because everyone’s beautiful. But yea, I have a type

52. Have you ever had sex with someone that you weren’t really attracted to?

- yup

53. Is there a sexy scene from a movie or porn that you would want to try and recreate?

- yup

54. What do you find most attractive in a partner/ hook up?

- energy. Connection. Just vibes

55. Have you ever hooked up with your teacher/professor?

- nope

56. Big ass or big dick?

- or you asking my preference or what I have? Because I have both! But big ass

57. Do you like sending/ receiving dirty pictures?

- both!

58. Do you like to edge?

- edging doesn’t work for me. I gotta release if I start

59. Have you ever recorded something sexual?

- YUP!

60. Do you like being dominated in bed, or do you like taking the lead?

- mostly taking the lease, but I’m a situational switch so

61. What kind of underwear do you usually wear? (Boxers, Briefs, Jockstraps, etc.)

- none

62. Do you like dirty talk?

- no. Love

63. Do you prefer to top or bottom?

- top

64. Do you like your hair pulled? being spanked? etc.

- I’ve never had my hair pulled and probably wouldn’t like it. But I’m given both to others

65. Most inappropriate place or time you’ve gotten aroused?

- shit, ANYTIME

66. Favorite sexual compliment you’ve ever received?

- “That’s….a REALLY big dick omg 😳🥴, I’m kinda scared”

67. Do you own any toys?

- i do

68. What is your favorite position with you on the bottom?

- 69

69. What’s one public place where you would want to do it?

- geez, anywhere, probably balcony for sure

70. Biggest kink or fantasy you’re willing to admit?

- I LOVE getting squirted on

71. What is your go to sexiest pair of underwear or outfit you own?

- nothing

72. Does the thought of recording a video or being watched turn you on?

- absolutely

73. Do you shave?

- sometimes

74. Do you prefer your partner shaved, trimmed, or all natural?

- doesn’t matter

75. Have you ever tried roleplay? if not would you?

- yes

76. What kind of outfit or clothing would you like to see a partner in?

- depends on their lifestyle

77. Have you ever choked someone or been choked during sex?

- both

78. If you only had 30 minutes left to live what would you like to try?

- extending my life

79. How often do you watch porn?

- almost daily

80. Last time you jerked off?

- probably yesterday

81. Have you ever done or received a striptease/ lap dance? would you want to?

- yup, and yes more please and thank you

82. Would you rather hear or watch a partner pleasure themselves for you?

- both, but I’d rather watch

83. What’s one thing you would like more of in bed?

- sex

84. What kind of porn do you usually watch?

- mostly interracial or squirting. Literally random otherwise

85. Weirdest sexual experience?

- don’t know if it was “weird” but definitely felt self conscious. Having ED

[kohakhearts]

OK SO this was a little divided, which is interesting! (on the other hand, comments seem to suggest we all agree hasty is a better pick than these - so i’m gonna keep that in mind too! these “official natures” can’t be fully considered canon anyway. do what you want forever and all, also <3)

anyway, the context of this poll: i have been revisiting xd and colosseum (as i tend to do every 2-3 years djskfjdj) and this time it’s got me thinking a lot about orre and shadow pokemon in the anipoke universe. a lot of people have done their own take on this au, but it’s one of those things that for a long time i’ve kinda wanted to explore for myself. and now i have actual ideas to get it on paper, so WOO.

got kind of rambly about this so i'll spare you all the pain of scrolling and put everything else under a read more

so anyway, the game mechanics are actually really interesting in how they incorporate pokemon natures. basically, different methods of purification are more efficient depending on nature. as per bulbapedia:

(colosseum on the left, xd on the right)

note: you can’t put shadow pokemon in the daycare in xd, hence the ??? category - i haven’t seen the internal data of the games so i can’t be certain, but i highly suspect that the purification chamber is what replaces the daycare there.

battle = sending the mon out in battle call = calling to the pokemon to get it out of hyper or reverse mode in battle party = the amount of reduction per 200-something steps when the mon is in your party daycare = the amount of reduction per 200-something steps when your mon is in the daycare scent = the base reduction of the cheapest cologne when you massage your pokemon with it

a higher number = more efficient (as it reduces the heart gauge more quickly). it’s pretty quick to see some natures are just straight-up…easier to purify (and ok, i finally did a full purify run in colosseum so i could get the MATTLE ho-oh, and…oh my god. yeah. mild nature mons were the worst by far, lmao. i had so many).

so yeah, in some theoretical haha what if pikachu got turned into a shadow pokemon scenario, i initially thought it would make sense for him to be purified primarily through battling. …but then i thought about it some more, and i wondered if that was really true. pikachu loves battling because ASH loves battling. and it’s true that battling does bring them closer together.

but pikachu begins to trust ash when ash steps in to defend him. most of their major early bonding moments are precipitated by ash having to save pikachu from wild pokemon and/or team rocket. and of course, pikachu’s big thing is that he refuses to go into his pokeball. any time ash tries because he’ll be safer that way, he is unsuccessful to the point where he actually stops trying (i might be misremembering, but i think he stops trying pretty early on. like, after snow way out. and he becomes more defensive about pikachu's refusal to be in his pokeball to other people, so i've always seen this as him coming to a point of understanding that even though it feels like trying to get pikachu to go into his ball is helpful, it's actually just kind of...insulting to pikachu lmao).

so i mean, mechanics-wise obviously calling is the most efficient method regardless of nature, but it's more emphasized for some of them. but i think it makes sense for that to be one of the methods that would work best on pikachu, comparable to others. the other one is the "party" one.

i'm not sure how he would feel about scents, but based on the fact that (especially early in the anime) his response to be scooped up or poked and prodded at unexpectedly is to electrocute the perpetrator, i'd kind of expect the massage aspect to not be something he'd appreciate (specifically as a shadow pokemon, or from a stranger - if he knew and trusted the trainer i'm sure it would be enjoyable, especially for a pokemon who does so much battling).

anyway all this is to say i think naughty does fit best for the purpose of translating this particular game mechanic into narrative fuel. the only one i'm kinda :/ on is the daycare/ purification chamber - pikachu clearly takes time to trust people and is pretty wary of being abandoned (even as late as jn...say what you will about it, but the pikachu is jealous of riolu episode isn't really out of character for pikachu or for ash imo). but at a certain point well...again, natures don't translate all that well into the anime (lots of reasons for this and it's not really a problem. realistically i think the idea in the anime is that there are infinite kinds of natures pokemon can have...that just doesn't work in the game because that'd be really complicated to make into a usable mechanic lol). it's still fun to think about!

okay, something i’ve been trying to decide, curious about yalls thoughts…

*official as in, these were natures given to various event distribution pikachus with the ot satoshi and/or ash.

some flavour text if you’re unsure:

naughty nature boosts attack and decreases special defence. preferred flavour is spicy; least favourite is bitter

brave nature boosts attack and decreases speed. preferred flavour is spicy; least favourite is sweet

hardy nature is a neutral nature, so it doesn’t change any stats and is neutral to all flavours

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 05 - Feeling Shitty]

Genre: Smut, Angst, soft Fluff

Warnings: BDSM, subby masochist!Jungkook, dom!reader, waxing roleplay, latex gloves, a prostate massage, edging, a lil bit of degradation too, Jungkook is so whiney bruh, loving aftercare with the most heartbreaking conversations ever :(, yearning

Wordcount: 10.3k

a/n: I have no excuse, my puss is weeping but also my heart is aching lmao

He forgot about his sister. Jungkook realised that he forgot about his sister when he was in the middle of a meeting with three of his company’s web designers. He felt restless the rest of the meeting, eyeing the clock with his thumb between his teeth. He left once the meeting was over, running to the elevator and going straight up to his office.

“Hello Mister Jeon”, Ryujin was in the elevator with him, smiling at him with that sweet smile of hers.

“Hello Miss Shin”, he says, barely taking in her presence. All he can think about is his sister.

She steps closer and places her hands on his pecs. That calls his attention. He turns and looks down at her with confused eyes and his muscles tense.

“When can I see you again? I miss you”, she says, blinking at him with those big, adorable eyes of hers. She runs her fingernails over his pecs and nipples. It makes goosebumps rise on his skin.

He sighs and wraps his fingers around her dainty wrists.

“Not today, alright?” he says, trying to keep his voice soft for her, “I’m really busy today.”

She pouts and draws closer.

“But I’m so needy for you, Mister Jeon.”

He swallows.

“I’ve been wet the entire day because I can’t stop thinking about you”, she coos.

He felt his cock twitch in his slacks at her words.

“Miss Shin behave”, he warns, making her giggle and rest her forehead against his pecs.

“I’m sorry, I’m so silly. I don’t talk like this normally”, she confesses and giggles again.

He loves the way she is acting right now. If he wasn’t so preoccupied with his sister, he would have already taken her in the elevator, preferably bouncing her on his cock until she sobs into his shoulder. But he has important issues to take care of.

“You need to be careful Ryujin”, he says and pets her hair, “we don’t want other people to hear you talk like this, do we?”

She raises her head and grins at him with a lovedrunk expression.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Well, I do”, he says and caresses her cheek once before he breaks away, “now if you’ll excuse me I have to call my sister.”

“Okay?” she blinks in confusion.

He steps out of the elevator and fixes his tie.

“Mister Jeon?”

He looks at her over his shoulder. She is fumbling with her hair nervously.

“When are we seeing each other again?”

“Friday. I’m in my office till eight.”

“Okay”, she starts glowing in excitement, “I will be there”, she squeaks and bounces on the spot, which makes her perfect tits bounce with her.

He takes a quick look at them, licking his lips, and then he turns away from her and hurries down the corridor to his office.

He closes the door and locks it, running to his desk afterwards.

“Fuck.”

The phone is taunting him. He tried reaching for it a few times, but always pulled back at the last moment.

How should he even start such a conversation?

Hey noona, how are you doing?

Hey noona, I arrived at home safely?

Hey noona, it’s me your loser of a younger brother?

Hey noona, I’m so fucking sorry?

“Fuck”, he chokes out and falls down in his chair, head hitting the backrest.

His fingers close around the glass of whiskey and lead it to his lips. He takes a sip – or maybe more – and sets it back down. He sighs and closes his eyes.

Why did he have to forget about her? Why is he such an asshole? He gave her one promise and even for that he was too big of a fucking pathetic loser to keep.

He opens his eyes and sighs again.

“I have to”, he whispers, straightening up and reaching for his phone.

He dials his sister’s number from his memory and presses the phone to his ear. She doesn’t pick up at first and he is already so excited that he doesn’t have to talk to her, but then she picks up at the last ring.

“Hello?” she sounds stressed.

“Hey noona, it’s me Jungkook”, he says and forces happiness to his voice.

Silence then an exhausted sigh.

“What do you want?” she asks coldly.

He clenches his hand to a fist and swallows down the lump in his throat. She is mad at him.

“I just wanted to check up on you. How are you doing?”

Silence.

“Noona?”

“I have no energy for you today Jungkook”, she says and the anger was obvious in her voice.

 “I’m so sorry noona. I should have called sooner.”

“It would have already been enough for me if you sent me a text. Just a dot or one letter would have been enough for me.”

“I know, please believe me noona I, I forgot.”

She sighs. He can listen to her sitting down somewhere. Then another sigh and a quiet sniffle.

“You know I worry for you Kook. You are my little brother and I will always be there for you, but fuck”, she exhales shakily, “I can’t help you if you keep lying to me or ghosting me for that matter.”

He presses his eyes closed and feels the hot tears run down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry noona”, he chokes out shakily.

“It’s alright”, she assures him.

He knows that she was lying. He knows that she hated him and that she was disappointed in him. At least that is what his brain was telling him.

And so he clutches his phone tighter and bites down on his lower lip to stop it from trembling. He can hear crying in the background of his sister. High-pitched and painful. It must be one of his nieces.

“Fuck”, he hears his sister say.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Jiwon fell sick last night. She’s been throwing up everything we gave her and won’t stop crying. I’ve been crying for like an hour already to be honest”, she says with her voice shaky in her attempt at holding her tears back.

Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip. He is so fucking selfish. His sister has so much going on already. She has a life to live and children to take care of and he wanted to selfishly seek refuge in her.

“I’m sorry. Can I do something to help?” he asks, rubbing at his eyes to stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks.

“No, uhm no”, a pause as she hurries through the apartment, “honey? What’s wrong? Why is she crying?”

He knows that she is talking to Yoongi.

“I don’t know. She was sleeping in my arms and then she woke up and started crying”, Yoongi answers her with his voice carrying distress.

Jungkook listens to them talk about their crying daughter until Jiwoo turns her attention back to the phone.

“I’m sorry Kook, Jiwon just woke up”, she says, “what do you want to talk about?”

“Nothing, it’s alright.”

“Kookie, come on.”

“No, I’m sorry. You have enough going on, you are right”, he says.

“Jungkook don’t-“

He hangs up before she can finish her sentence, pressing his phone to his chest and sobbing quietly.

“I’m so fucking selfish”, he presses out and sobs louder.

His sister is so perfect. She is always nice and sweet even if she is angry. She is always so hardworking and ready to sacrifice herself for others even when she is stressed. She is always so good to him even when he is such an asshole to her. She doesn’t deserve to be burdened with his selfish, stupid worries. Not when she already has enough going on in her own life.

His phone vibrates.

A text from his sister.

-          Jiwoo Noona: You’re not a burden Kook. I love you, you know? Today is just terrible timing, but I’ll call you tomorrow I promise.  

He smiles but cries at the same time. He types his answer.

-          Jungkook: I love you too

-          Jungkook: Please tell me if I can do something for Jiwon

She doesn’t answer him anymore afterwards, not going online for the rest of the day. And Jungkook doesn’t blame her. She has enough going on, she doesn’t have to take care of her loser of a younger brother on top of that.

Miss Boss raises her head.

“Oh Bunny? You are here?” she asks and checks the schedule for a second, “tonight’s not Wednesday you do know that?”

He nods his head.

“So what are you doing here? You know that spontaneous sessions cost double?”

“I do and I’m going to pay. Don’t worry”, he says, handing her his black credit card.

“Alright then”, she smiles and accepts it.

“How many hours can I have?”

“Depends on the girl you want.”

“Is Lucky free?” he asks.

“Wait.”

Miss Boss looks back at the schedule. He studies the club goers in the meantime. All of them are drugged up or drunk, bending their bodies into weird shapes as they move to the beat of the music.

“She is.”

Jungkook looks back at her.

“Can I go to her?”

“She is currently with a customer, but she is free in an hour. I could call her then and ask her if she has time for you.”

“An hour?”

“Sweetie is free now if you don’t want to wait.”

“No I’ll wait”, he says and pushes himself off the counter, “please call her and tell her I want her for the rest of her shift.”

She studies him for a moment with her brows knitted.

“I will pay. Go on slide the card”, he says, slightly annoyed at her resistance.

She gives in with a shrug of her shoulders and goes to slide his credit card. The machine peeps and just like that Jungkook lost three thousand bucks. But he doesn’t regret it one bit. Miss Boss hands him back his card.

“You go and have fun in the meantime”, she leans closer to him and smiles, “I heard the Margaritas here are to die for.”

He gives her an awkward smile.

“Thank you, I’ll try them.”

Jungkook doesn’t try them. He doesn’t like Margaritas. Instead he tries a whiskey and then later two shots of vodka. They all taste disgusting to him, but make the shaking of his hands a little less. He sat at the bar the entire time, watching the people dance. At one point a girl came up to him and began grinding on him. He allowed her, holding her hips and pretending to be into what she was doing. She ran off giggling once he made her believe that she made him cum, now talking to her friends about the cute stranger she just grinded on.

He watches them for a moment, looking away a moment later.

“Idiots”, he says under his breath and orders another glass of whiskey.

He didn’t come here to grind with whatever stranger presents themselves to him. He came here to see Lucky, because he knows that she will make him feel a little better. He has been feeling better ever since he started coming here. At least in the nights he sees Lucky he feels better. Especially now that he spent way goo many Wednesdays in her arms, falling asleep to muffled house music and the smell of her warm body. He felt really good on those nights and although he woke up in a lonely bed and with Jerry, the security guard, telling him to leave for the day he always left with a smile on his lips. He hadn’t left for work with a smile on his lips for months and now there is always this one day in his week where he does.

Sometimes it scares him, but most of the time it just makes him drink less that day and fall asleep a little easier.

He hopes that he can find refuge tonight as well. He can’t stop thinking about his sister. She sounded so disappointed in him on the phone. He is sure that he ruined their relationship and he wouldn’t even blame her if she never wants to see him again.

Someone taps his shoulder then.

Jerry, the security guard.

“Miss Boss tells me that Lucky is waiting for you.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook jumps off the barstool, “finally.”

He hurries to the lockers and gets ready, leaving for the red door after giving Miss Boss one last wave of his hand.

The door closes behind him.

“Lucky?”

“Wait!” you call out.

What is he doing here already? You weren’t ready for him to see you yet. You haven’t finished cleaning. Too late, he is already in the bathroom, looking at you.

“Hey.”

“Get out, what the hell?” you gasp.

“Oh uhm?” he turns around, “sorry I didn’t know you were naked.”

“Yeah naked and covered in cum”, you scoff, “get out Bunny.”

“Sorry”, he stutters and stumbles out of the bathroom.

He closes the door behind him. You scoff and turn back to the shower, continuing your cleaning. Honest speaking you were kind of hoping to leave after the customer before Bunny. He ruined you. Your ass is hurting from getting it railed by his way too big cock and your head pounds from hitting it on the headboard way too many times because of his rough handling. You were hoping to just go home and fall asleep on your side and an ice pack strapped to your ass. You like having Bunny as your customer, you really do, but fuck tonight you just wanted to go home. And now he even saw you all naked and destroyed from your earlier customer. He was not supposed to see you like that because it ruins the impression that he is the only man you fucked tonight.

You were lucky that he only saw the back of you because you were not wearing a mask before now. You close your rope and straighten your back. You strap the mask to your face and look at yourself in the mirror. You just hope that he hasn’t seen your face because that would be devastating.

Then you turn and leave the bathroom.

He is waiting for you on the bed, having stared at the ceiling before he heard the door open and turned to look at you.

“Hey”, he greets you and waves.

“Hello”, you say.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m alright I guess. You?”

“I’m alright too”, a pause then, “hey uhm I didn’t mean to run in on you before. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. You didn’t see my face did you?”

He shakes his head.

“Alright good.”

He lifts himself off the mattress with the help of his hands and turns on the bed with his legs crossed. Then he plops down and looks at you with his head tilted to the side.

“Come here”, he says, patting his lap.

You hesitate for a moment but give in because he was a customer after all and what he said counts. You sit down on his lap, feeling weird doing so. Not because you don’t like it but because it is so foreign to you. No other customer ever wanted to have you sit in his lap as if you were a couple cuddling and talking about their day.

He runs his hands up and down your back, gazing at you through the small holes of his mask.

“You are so beautiful tonight”, he whispers.

“Thank you?”

He nudges your nose with his own and lets his hand disappear under your rope to caress your naked ass and legs.

“How are you doing?” he asks in a soft voice.

“I…I’m doing good?”

“Are you really? Did the man before me treat you right?”

You clear your throat and look to the side. What has gotten into him? Why does this feel so weirdly domestic?

“Mhm?” he stresses and caresses your sides.

You sigh and shiver in his touch.

“Honest speaking”, you begin, “I feel like shit cause of him.”

His touch falters before it turns even softer than before. Almost as if he wanted to soothe your aches and make you feel better.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Yeah, my ass hurts and my head hurts too.”

He exhales shakily and places his hand on the back of your head to make you lean into him. You rest your chin on top of his shoulder and try not to close your eyes at the way he runs his fingers over your scalp.

“Can I do something to make it better?” he asks and fuck it makes you melt in his arms like a stick of butter in the sun.

You shake your head because speaking would be impossible right now.

“At least let me try”, he whispers, “please I want to help.”

He cups your cheek and tilts your head up. He runs his thumb over your cheekbone and although you can’t feel it because of the mask separating you from his touch, it still makes you shiver.

"Please?" 

"What, what do you have in mind?" you stutter, eyes glued to the sparkling brown behind his mask.

“Use me to feel better”, he breathes.

“What?”

“Use me. Drain my body until you feel better.”

“Are you serious?”

He nods his head.

“I’m ready.”

“Uhm”, you clear your throat, “d-do you know the rules?”

“I consent to this. Green, yellow, red. Snap my fingers three times or hum Happy Birthday. Also do not touch your ass tonight.”

You laugh at the last part, twisting his shirt between your fingers.

“Fucking hell Bunny, you are literally going to turn me mad.”

“In a good way?”

“Maybe yeah.”

He touches your lower back and presses you closer. You can feel his crotch rub against your core. He hasn’t hardened yet, but shivers at the feeling.

“So what do you want to do? You didn’t send me a list of requests.”

“I know, I just wanted you so much that I couldn’t wait till tomorrow.”

You laugh to cover up the fluttering of your heart. He is just a customer, another needy man, his words shouldn’t affect you.

“This still doesn’t let me know what you want to do.”

“Well what do you want you to do?”

You falter at his question, studying his hidden face with your brows furrowed. Why would a customer, someone who pays you to have sex with him, ask you what you wanted?

“Uhm…”

He confuses you so much lately.

“I don’t know? Honestly? I was kinda hoping not to do anything after the guy before.”

“That bad?”

You nod your head.

“Wanna take revenge?”

You falter again, feeling a coil turn in your stomach.

“Revenge?”

He nods his head.

“How?”

“How kinky can I be?”

You snort.

“You’re the one paying. Be kinky Bunny, I don’t care.”

“Fine”, he draws you closer and massages your waist, “wax my asshole and finger me until I’m squirming.”

“Well damn Bunny. I did not expect that.”

“Yeah”, he laughs breathlessly, “I stumbled down a rabbit hole last night. I came across porn like that and jerked off so hard to it.”

“Bunny stumbled down a rabbit hole”, you laugh, running your fingers through his dark hair, “kinda ironic, don’t you think?”

He laughs and lets you tilt his head back.

“So? Is this something that’s on your list?” he asks.

“With or without the gloves?”

“With.”

“It’s on my list, yeah.”

“Then I want this tonight and make it hurt a lot.”

You shiver and twist his hair.

“Come with me, I know a better room.”

It is the room two doors down the hallway. It houses an accurate reconstruction of a doctor’s office with thoroughly cleaned equipment and props and a white doctor’s table in one corner of the room. If one ignores the impressive collection of sextoys it houses as well, one could actually believe that they were merely visiting a doctor.

“Fucking hell”, Bunny says, looking around the room.

“It’s kinda neat isn’t it? It’s where I take care of all the freaks, who are into medical play”, you explain.

“I can see it.”

You give him a quick look over your shoulder. You just know what he is going to request next week.

“Either way, go on, get ready. I’ll get the props.”

He is already on the table when you come back, completely naked and with his legs spread wide open. He shifts at the sound of your steps, grasping the edge of the table but doesn’t look up. 

“Roleplay or not?”

“Roleplay.”

“Fine”, you pause for dramatic effect, “are you ready for your waxing session Mister Bunny?” you say with your voice slightly changed so you would sound more like the role you put yourself in.

“Yes, I’m ready”, he says, voice shaking in excitement.

“Yes? Are you going to be one of those nasty fuckers, who gets all hard and needy from the pain?”

He rolls his hips on the table and mewls.

“You get those a lot?”

“Oh trust me Mister Bunny, you would be surprised”, you set down the waxing supplies on the metal table beside his legs.

He turns his head to look at you.

“Yeah I’m one of those nasty fuckers”, he chokes out, “so punish me.”

You smirk under your mask and pull the latex gloves onto your hands. He watches you with his chest heaving up and down quickly. You picked out the blue ones, they go perfectly with your coat and silver mask. They slap against your skin, the sound of it echoing through the room and mixing with the excited gasp he lets out.

“Raise your legs for me”, you order.

Bunny pulls his legs to his chest and clasps them tightly. You grab his hips and pull them to the edge of the table, running your fingers up and down his balls and ass afterwards.

“Someone really wants it to hurt, doesn’t he?” you taunt.

“Am I disgusting?”

You falter. Is this going to be another Hell situation?

“Am I disgusting?” he stresses.

“Yes Mister Bunny. You are fucking disgusting.”

He shivers, cock twitching between his legs.

“Fuck, so disgusting”, he repeats and pulls his legs closer to his chest.

“Exactly. You are nothing but a disgusting man”, you say, squeezing his balls.

He moans and shivers.

“Then c-clean me up.”

“Gladly.”

You abandon his surprisingly tight balls and turn to get some wax. You mix it a few times.

“I checked the temperature, but let me know immediately if it is still too hot for you”, you say.

“Yeah, yeah it’s good. Just do it”, he stresses, nodding his head.

“Careful with your tone”, you warn, making him mewl and nod his head.

He spreads his legs further and tightens his fingers on his shins.

“Take your time”, he says, making you smile.

“That’s better.”

You pick up a good amount of wax and then press the wooden spatula against his balls. He hisses and twitches.

“Too hot?��

“No it’s good.”

You continue spreading it, watching his cock twitch with every new inch you cover in the warm wax. Once you spread it enough you reach for a cotton cloth, pressing it on the wax and smoothing it over.

He is panting the entire time, balls tightening under your fingers.

“Alright”, you grab the corner, “take a deep breath.”

“Just do it”, he chokes out.

“Fine. One, two, three.”

Rip.

He moans and arches off the table. His skin reddens in an instant, veins pulsating on his cock.

“That was fucking painful”, he groans, relaxing back on the table.

“Colour?”

“Green. Fucking green.”

You grin. He is such a masochist. Men like him are the best. They are so adorable when they are all squirmy and breathless from pain.

You put new wax on his balls and smooth a cotton cloth over it. This time he is holding his breath, waiting for the burn patiently.

“One, two and – “

Rip!

“- three.”

He groans and writhes.

“I apologize, it seems I have mistimed my counting”, you taunt.

He huffs out air, shivering as you spread new wax on his sensitive balls. Every touch feels like fire on his skin and it is not because of the warm wax. This has gotten him so sensitive. He expected anything, but not for it to hurt that much. It is exhilarating.

Cotton cloth on and fingernails playing with the corner. You rip it off without warning, hearing the pathetic moan he lets out and watching the way his feet wiggle in the air.

“I know it hurts. I can’t help it Mister Bunny, it’s because you are so disgusting”, you spit and throw the soiled rag on the metal table, “I wouldn’t have to hurt you that much if only you cleaned up before coming here.”

“Are you disappointed in me?”

“Yes Mister Bunny, very.”

“Fuck”, he whispers and groans, “fuck.”

One last time you spread the wax on his balls. You think it looks incredible against his reddened skin. Dark blue against glowing red. There is just something about this aesthetic which makes your mouth water. You secure the cotton rag on top of the wax and stroke over it three times. His cock twitches with every stroke.

“Last time. Ready?”

“Yeah.”

You make him believe that you are going to tug it away. He squeaks and groans in frustration when you hold back a second later. You chuckle, smoothing over it again just to taunt him. He just wanted to raise his head to see what you were doing when you finally ripped it off, sending such a jolt of pain through his balls he almost breaks his teeth from clenching them so tightly.

“Okay fuck”, he sobs, “that one hit different.”

“Colour?”

“Green.”

“Very well”, you place the soiled rag down on the table, stirring through the wax, “your pathetic balls are finally all cleaned up Mister Bunny. I’ll be moving on to your asshole now.”

“Yes okay”, he nods his head.

“Be useful and hold yourself open for me”, you order.

His fingers leave his shins in an instant, digging themselves into his ass cheeks to spread them apart for you.

“That’s it. Fuck you’re so disgusting.”

“I’m sorry”, he chokes out and shivers.

“It is like you expect me to do wonders here”, you spit and spread the wax on his trembling hole, “what should I do with you Mister Bunny, hm?”

“Make it hurt.”

You laugh.

“Trust me, it will.”

You smooth the cloth over the wax.

“One, two and…three.”

Rip.

“Fuck!” he screams, head leaving the table as he almost sits up on it.

You press him down roughly, forcing his legs back against his chest.

“Stay and keep yourself spread. Will you?” you bark.

He obeys with a squeaky whimper, trembling fingers digging themselves back into his ass cheeks.

“Better.”

You take up new wax and spread it over his hole. Next a cloth. You watch his face as you smooth over it. Not that his mask reveals the current expression he is wearing, but judging from how tense his neck is he must be grinding his teeth right now.

“Are you regretting coming here, Mister Bunny?”

He shakes his head.

“Yeah? So you still see no shame in presenting your disgusting asshole to me?” you spit and rip off the rag.

His mask moves as he opens his mouth to scream out a moan, back arching off the table. You watch his cock twitch angrily, precum dripping on his tense stomach.

“Of course you don’t see any shame in it. You are into this you fucked up pervert, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah so into this. So into this. So fucking into this”, he chants, legs shaking from him having to press them against his chest without the help of his hands. His muscles are protesting, wanting to give up but he can’t. Not when you want him in this position.

You spread new wax on his body and smooth out the rag. He spreads his ass for you and holds his breath.

“And here we go”, you taunt, twisting the edge.

Rip.

“Oh god Lucky!” he groans and writhes, legs falling down so he can buck his hips up.

“Legs up slut!” you bark, slapping his inner thigh.

“Fuck”, he groans and pulls them up quickly, “sorry, sorry.”

“Colour?”

“Green.”

“You are such a pathetic man Mister Bunny. First you come here looking as disgusting as you did and then you can’t even follow the easiest of commands. Is it so hard for you to keep your legs up?”

“No, no sorry”, he sobs and writhes, “sorry Madam.”

You click your tongue and begin spreading the wax again. He mewls with every gentle burn, cursing his body for being so into this. If he wasn’t so into this then controlling his legs would be easier. But fuck, every touch makes him lose control over his own limps like the pathetic man he was.

You stick the rag to the wax, smoothing it out with your entire hand. He wiggles into the touch, earning himself a harsh grasp to his hips.

“No moving.”

He grunts.

Fuck. You are so good at this role. That’s what he needed tonight. A strong, beautiful woman to abuse him to the point he feels like breaking. That’s all he needed tonight.

Rip.

He sobs and moans. Tears stream down his cheeks. His asshole pulsates in pain, so sharp that he has to clench it to make it somehow better.

“That’s better. Now you behaved”, you praise and give him no second of rest as you already spread the wax all over his hole again. And this time you actually go right over his hole, making his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“Holy fuck”, he mewls.

The rag follows. Almost cool on top of the warm wax. Three strokes and then he is trembling in excitement.

“Take a deep breath”, you order.

Bunny takes a deep breath.

Rip.

He releases it with a painful moan and an uncontrollable twitch of his tangling legs. He rolls his ankles repeatedly, losing his grip on his ass for only a moment.

“What should I do? Feel bad for what I’m doing to you?” you spit and spread new wax on his hole, “it’s not my fault that you are so messy”, you add, smoothing out the rag.

“Sor – holy fuck!”

He couldn’t even finish his sentence and then you already ripped off the cloth and with it the last remainder of his hair. He sobs and writhes, legs threatening to fall down again hadn’t you held them up for him.

You stretch them out as best as possible, using the leverage you have over him to inspect his newly waxed asshole and balls.

“Now you are looking presentable”, you coo and run your fingers up and down his sensitive skin, “all soft and hairless.”

You pluck away the few remainders of wax on his skin, watching him twitch every time. Your other hand still keeps his legs high above your head, holding him open for you and humiliating him at the same time.

He is so happy for the mask because fucking hell you handling him like a weak, little boy who can’t keep his legs up makes him blush so hard he fears his actual face is even redder than his mask. And he fucking lives for every second of it.

You pluck away the last piece of wax, right on his balls and retreat your hand afterwards.

“Hold them for me”, you order, meaning his legs.

He obeys without hesitation, grasping his own shins and pressing his weak legs to his sweaty chest as best as possible.

“Colour?”

“Green, I’m so into this. Holy fuck Lucky.”

You hum in content and reach for the next prop on the metal table. A bottle of soothing cooling cream. You spread a good amount on your fingers and then connect both your hands with his skin. He flinches at the first contact, moaning softly.

“I’ll take care of your sensitive skin now. We don’t want it to get inflamed do we?”

“Course not”, he answers you in a raspy voice.

He is tense at first, but relaxes the longer you massage his balls and ass. You do so silently most of the time, only really breaking it when he moans in ecstasy.

You roll your finger over his rim, watching his cock drip precum.

“Tell me Mister Bunny, now that I am officially done with your procedure, what should we do about this nasty boner of yours?”

“Play with it.”

Sometimes his words are just too much. Just like right now. It leaves you trembling on the spot, fingers literally itching in the urge to fulfil his wish.

“Play with it? Ha”, you laugh at him loudly, “I’m an aesthetician, why should I touch your cock?”

But you still have a role to play. You can’t just give in that easily.

“Please”, he begs quietly.

"Begging won’t get you any further." 

"Please I'll do anything", he tries. 

"No, no your cock's not good enough for me. Why should I play with something so pathetic?" 

"Madam", he whines breathily. 

"Mhhhm poor boy", you feign pity and begin to touch his balls again, “that’s what you get for being such a nasty pervert.”

He shivers.

“I’m sorry”, he mewls.

“Mhm… pathetic”, you decide.

You reach for the lube on the table and open it. He tenses up at the sound, shuddering when a second later he feels it trickling down his balls. It feels like ice on his burning skin.

You close the bottle again and connect your fingers with his balls. You cup them and squeeze, listening to his breathy sigh.

“You’re such a fucked up man Mister Bunny. I am trying to soothe the ache and you are sighing. Do you have no shame?”

“I’m so fucked up, I can’t help it”, he moans, writhing on the table in blissed out humiliation.

“At least you know that you are.”

Then you begin spreading it on his body, making your way down to his hole. He is tensing up, trembling a moment later before tensing up again. It happens over and over again that his body tenses up and then releases the pressure by trembling only to tense up again a second later. And you aren’t even fingering him yet, merely drawing circles on his hole. Gosh his body has the cutest reactions.

“What should I do with your pathetic hole? Look at it pulsating.”

You roll slow circles on his rim, feeling how it follows your movements greedily. He gasps and twitches, almost managing to make your finger slip inside.

“And so hot too. Gosh Mister Bunny you are basically burning up”, you taunt, pushing in your finger to your first knuckle.

He gasps.

You pull it out again and laugh.

“You are even hotter inside!” you exclaim in feigned excitement as if you just discovered something marvellous about his body, “did the wax enter your body and burn you Mister Bunny?” you taunt.

He nods his head.

"Is that so?”

He nods his head more vigorously.

“But this means that I would have to put this cooling cream all the way up your tight little asshole too”, you feign pity, “can you even handle something like this?”

He nods his head even more vigorously.

“Well then, you give me no other choice.”

You reach for the lube bottle one more time and trickle the lube right on your fingers. 

"There we go all lubed up", you say. 

He holds his breath in anticipation. 

One push and his hole opens up for you, stretching around your finger as you push it in slowly. 

"Fuck", he mewls. 

"Look at you Mister Bunny. Fuck you are such a greedy pervert. It is like you wanted me to finger your ass.”

He moans and clenches around your digit, "it feels so fucking good." 

"You really are pathetic aren’t you? I haven’t even started moving yet." 

He whimpers and closes his mouth. He can’t help it. He lives for the stretch and if that makes him pathetic then so be it. 

You move your finger in and out slowly, watching his rim stretch and struggle so perfectly around you. It looks so cute now that it is all waxed and sensitive, so pink and soft. And so hungry for you. 

"How's that?" you make sure, curling your finger inside of him.

His cock twitches, a squeaky moan rattles in his throat. 

"Good?" 

He moans again and nods his head. 

"Of course it is. Fuck look at you enjoying this. I am trying to do my job here and you are enjoying this like a pervert. Do you have no shame Mister Bunny?"

"Sorry", he apologizes, grinding back against you unapologetically. 

"Sure, you are sorry", you curl your finger, making him mewl, "what about your sorry now?" you taunt, dragging your fingertip over his prostate. 

"That feels so good", he whimpers, thighs twitching angrily. 

Slap. 

He inhales and gasps at the same time, cock twitching angrily in the memory of how it felt like to be slapped by your gloved hand. 

"You are not supposed to enjoy this you fucking pervert", you spit, curling your finger angrily and squeezing his balls tightly. 

"Sorry! Sorry - oh god - sorry", he moans and pants, writhing on the table with his neck tensing angrily. 

You click your tongue, "tzt pathetic." 

Your finger curls, making him squeak like a little squeaky toy. And because you are greedy, you curl it again just to listen to him squeak again. And again and again and again. 

Bunny isn’t just squeaking at this point. He is trembling, barely making any sense with the words he lets out. The only thing which still makes sense to him is the pleasure you give him. That is the only sane thing to him. 

"Look at that. You are all loosened up already. Oh Mister Bunny, you disappoint me." 

"I'm sorry, I’m such a pervert. Need to get stuffed until I’m bursting", he mewls, grinding against you. 

"Now you get it", you spit. A second later you bury a second of your fingers inside his needy hole. 

He whimpers and grinds his teeth, nails digging into his shins. This is stretching him out way too well. 

The sound of your amused laughter makes him tense up and the blood freeze in his veins. 

"Ha! You swallowed it right up. Fucking hell Mister Bunny what should I do with you?" 

He can feel your fingers clearly. Both of them as they rest inside of him and wiggle from left to right. He could count them. Not just because he knows that you currently have two fingers inside of him, but also because both of your digits just feel so distinctively like your fingers. Your middle finger, slightly longer than the rest of your fingers and with a mean ability to curl right against his prostate. And your ring finger, a little thicker than your middle finger and with the ability to make his hole struggle each time you pull them out and slam them back inside. 

He could even tell which finger was the first to explore his inside. The middle finger because the memory of its touch was still burning on his prostate. You are currently not refreshing said memory, fucking your digits in and out whilst rolling his sensitive balls between your other hand and listening to the wet squelching sounds his hole makes. 

It drives him insane. He wants more but fuck, begging sounds like a bad idea to do. 

"What is it Mister Bunny? You grew so silent. Don’t tell me that you think I’m doing a bad job after literally begging me for my fingers", you taunt, knowing very well that he was craving that perfect curl of your fingers. You just want him begging for it.  

"It's good", he chokes out, rolling his ankles a few times. 

"Is it?" you chuckle deeply, "well I guess then I don’t have to change anything right now." 

You listen and smirk. He huffs out air and mewls quietly. You pull your fingers out all the way, massaging his rim twice before slipping them back inside. He gasps and shudders. Out again. Three circles on his trembling hole. In again, just barely gracing his prostate. He whimpers, tilting his head back slightly. Out again. Three circles and a drag up to his balls. You never touch them, merely playing with the reddened skin just underneath them. Then down and back in. 

"Please…" his voice is barely audible. 

"Were you saying something Mister Bunny?" 

"I need more", he whispers. 

You curl your fingers, listening to the guttural growl he lets out, "oh yeah exactly." 

You chuckle and smile. How adorable. 

You keep your fingers buried inside of him and continue your curls. He is trembling with each curl, cock twitching every so often when you squeezed his balls especially well. 

“Thank you, oh, thank you, thank you”, he chants almost religiously.

You must give it to him, he is polite. And because you have a soft spot for polite boys you continue curling your fingers until he is trembling and his moans become squeaky gasps for air.

You know that you could get him over the edge if you wanted to. Everything about his body tells you that he was so ready to fucking explode all over himself. His hole clenches around you, his balls are so purple and tight, his cock is twitching and red, even his chest has gained a rosy shine to it.

“Now”, he groans.

Fingers leave his hole.

“No!”

“There, all done with the cooling cream. I am sure the burn will subside very soon”, you say matter of factly.

You watch his hole clench around nothing, pushing the lube outside pathetically.

“No, please no”, he sobs, writhing from side to side painfully.

“What?” you spit, “you want me to continue you fucking pervert don’t you?”

“Yes please, please, please.”

“Hah!” you laugh in disbelief, “this was never about the burn was it Mister Bunny? This was about you being a fucked up little slut and needing someone to take care of your pathetic body, wasn’t it?” you taunt, running your hands down his thighs to his cock.

“Yes Madam, I’m so fucked up and wanted you to take care of me”, he keens.

“Pathetic.”

You wrap your fingers around his cock and start jerking him off with two hands. Fast and punishing. One works his cock and the other squeezes his balls. The lube spills everywhere, squelching sinfully. His cock is throbbing, squirting precum everywhere.

“You are making such a mess of yourself, how disgusting”, you taunt, spanking his cockhead a few times and watching it cry for you.

You wrap your fingers around him again and start jerking him off. He squeaks and babbles, shakes and writhes.

“I’m gonna cum, please I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop, gonna cum.”

“You are pathetic. I haven’t even touched your little cock for long and you are already close.”

You grip his cock right underneath his frenulum and roll your lubed up and gloved palm over his cockhead repeatedly. His legs begin twitching, he is rolling his ankles again.

One tense of his stomach and you are gone, dropping his cock against his stomach and watching how it twitches angrily.

“No don’t pleaseeeee”, he mewls, arching off the table in an attempt to find any kind of friction.

“I like you Mister Bunny, you are a fun one”, you taunt as you make a mess on his body with the new lube you pour down his cock, balls and ass.

You run your hands up and down his cock a few times then you bury two of your fingers in his hole again, watching him swallow them greedily.

“Yes”, he squeaks.

Fingers curl against his prostate, the others play with his leaking cock. You jerk him off with a certain pressure in your grip, thumb running up and down the angry vein at the underside of his cock and hungry eyes watching the way it changes shapes under your touch before bouncing back into its original shape.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.”

You pull away and smile.

“Fuck”, he exclaims and bangs his own head against the table, “I need to stop saying that.”

You laugh loudly, grabbing his legs to hold them for him for a moment. You shake them softly, closing and parting them repeatedly just to watch how his sensitive cock gets squished between his muscular thighs so perfectly. It makes him whimper each time.

“You are not making it easier for yourself Mister Bunny, you really aren’t”, you taunt, forcing his hands back to his shins, “hold them.”

Three jerks to his sensitive cock and then he is already mewling so much that you need to let go and move on to playing with his balls instead. He lets out a tiny little sob, moaning afterwards. You tug at them a few times, roll them between your fingers, squeeze them until he wails up and then he is already writhing again.

“Oh Mister Bunny”, you laugh, “you are so sensitive, it’s almost adorable.”

“I feel like fucking exploding”, he answers you in a whine.

“Yeah? Colour?”

Silence then a shy little “….green.”

“Knew it.”

Then you drill your fingers back into his ass, making his back arch off the table and forcing his mouth open in a silent gasp for more. The table is ruined, a pool of lube and his cream has collected on the surface, smearing all over his ass each time he squirms beneath you.

“Look at you leaking for me”, you taunt, grabbing his cock to jerk him off. You squeeze and tug on it, wanting to get as much of his cream outside as possible, “it is like I am milking you.”

He squirms.

“Madam, please don’t stop.”

“Why? Don’t tell me that you are going to cum again.”

“Please don’t stop.”

His prostate feels hot against your fingers, you can feel it burn even through the gloves. His cock is leaking each time you squeeze his cockhead, soiling your glove and dripping on his stomach before running down his body and spreading on the table.

He is so wonderful to look at.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, he chants, hugging his legs to present more of his ass to you.

“Keep them spread”, you bark.

He can barely open them, grasping them with his nimble fingers shaking in pleasure.

“That’s better. How else should I take care of your pathetic cock?” you spit, twisting your hand around his throbbing length.

You force your fingers to go deeper until the palm of your hand was resting against his ass. Then you curl them and Bunny wails.

“Oh – nooo”, he hiccups a sob, body literally collapsing on the table, “nonononono”, he cries, legs tangling from the edge and squeezing together in hopes of finding his release that way.

You watch him as he writhes in yet another denied orgasm, smiling to yourself because he looks so adorable when he is so desperate.

“Look at you squirm like a little bitch”, you taunt, grasping his legs by his knees. You force him to lift them again and then press them against his chest with such strength it makes him squeak and gasp for air. You squish his poor cock between his muscular thighs and begin moving them back and forth so he would be fucking himself with his own thighs.

“Icanbarelyhandleitpleasemadamplease”, his words become one long slur of letters and pathetic moans.

“Yes you can, that’s what you came here for. Now stop whining and take what I am giving you, fucking pervert”, you spit, slamming your fingers back inside his clenching hole.

You are fucking him, moving in and out at a punishing speed as you keep your fingers curled just perfectly so that his prostate would be reminded of its existence every time. You use his trembling legs as leverage, still using them to fuck his cock. You can watch how his thighs become more and more covered in his milky cream the longer and harder you finger him.

Bunny isn’t making any sense anymore, babbling and sobbing with his nose snotty and his chin covered in his spit. You can’t see it, but you can hear it. Wet, pathetic moans that sound more like chokes of utter bliss and desperate laughs than anything else.

And you know that he can’t take much more anymore. You know that if you would deny him his orgasm one more time the poor man would probably pass out in misery.

“Pleasepleaseplease”, he sobs, coughing out a wail afterwards, “pleaseeeee.”

You bury your fingers deeper, move his legs over his cock faster and force him over the edge.

Bunny literally loses control over his own body, almost kicking you in the face as his body convulses on the table. His cum shoots everywhere, his mask, his chest, his stomach and the table, even the wall behind him gets treated to a good amount. His ass is fighting against your fingers, squeezing them out while you continue drilling them inside of him and forcing every single one of his very high-pitched screams out of him.

He comes down hard, hitting his head on the metal table and legs sliding down the edge before they tangle in midair lifelessly. His cock continues throbbing, spilling the last remainders of his cum until it slowly becomes less and less.

You watch him take deep breaths, playing with his cum in the meantime.

“How are you doing Mister Bunny?” you ask him.

“Incredible”, he answers you in a croak.

You reach for the last prop on the table. A white towel. You use it to clean up his body, doing so gently. He stays quiet while you work, floating on his afterglow and purring happily.

You raise his legs one last time to clean his ass as best as possible. They are so heavy now that his muscles are literally refusing to work.

“There we go, Mister Bunny. Now you are truly finished with your session”, you say and place them down gently, “I am waiting for a good review on Yelp from you.”

He snorts and laughs. You grin, you normally don’t make jokes like that, but you kind of like making them with Bunny from time to time.

“I’ll leave you a good review Madam. Don’t worry.”

“Well then I am happy.”

Bunny sits up then, struggling until you help him.

“God”, he forces out, sloughing on the table with his head tangling to the front.

“Are you doing good Bunny?” you ask, now that you have officially left the roleplay.

“My ears are literally singing. I think you made my brain explode right now”, he says and laughs breathlessly, “fuck it was amazing. Thank you so much for doing this with me, it was so hot.”

“I’m happy you liked it. You did so well, Bunny”, you praise him with gentle pets to his hair, “come on now, I’ll take you back to my room and we can snuggle.”

You wrap him up in a bathrobe, closing it in the front.

“I like to snuggle”, he whispers, allowing you to lift him off the table to set him down. But before you can set him down, he wraps his legs around your middle and hooks his arms behind your head.

“What? You want me to carry you back?” you ask in a chuckle.

“My legs are not working”, he murmurs cutely.

“You have them literally slung around my waist”, you laugh.

“…they…aren’t working”, he whispers.

You snort and jump once to have a better grip on him.

“Fine, I’ll carry your adorable ass back. But don’t you dare make yourself heavier.”

“I’m not”, he says, nuzzling into your neck contently.

You give him a snack to eat and water to drink while you clean up in the bathroom. When you come back outside Bunny has already finished both of them and is now resting on his side with his legs pulled to his chest.

You turn the lights off to make it more comfortable on the eyes. He moves his head slightly before nuzzling into the pillow with a sigh. The candlelight casts long shadows on his body and make his skin glow golden. He has such a sense of tranquillity around him or maybe it was the complete freeze up before a breakdown. They have the tendency to look dangerously similar. You just hope that he is feeling happy tonight, he deserves it.

“Hey there Bunny, how are you feeling?”

“Alright”, he murmurs.

You sit down next to him and rest against the headboard. Then you begin petting his hair, letting your eyes travel over the paths of his sides.

"Yeah so no aches or discomforts?" 

He shakes his head.

"My skin burns a little, but it's nice", he says and reaches behind himself to run his fingers up and down his asshole, "it's so soft now." 

You laugh. 

"Yeah well I actually tried to do a good job. You'll like the look. It suits you." 

"Yeah? You’re into it?" 

You falter with your answer. There he goes again, wanting to do things for you. 

"Mhm yeah, but you know that I don’t mind about hair. I think it's hot too." 

"So you like both?" 

"Sure, I have no preference."

"Okay." 

Bunny scoots closer until he can rest his head on your lap, hugging your legs as he does. You try not to concentrate on the way his gesture makes you feel. 

"Are you tired?" you ask him. 

"Yeah", he murmurs.

“I feel you, that week has only started and I already want it to be over with”, you murmur and close your eyes, “at least tonight I can rest, that’s honestly amazing.”

You start playing with his ear mindlessly, wanting to soothe him into a peaceful slumber.

“Do you like it with me?” he asks quietly.

You look at the parts of his face his mask doesn’t cover. Oh Bunny…

Then you sigh and look away.

“Yes, I like it with you. You are fun.”

“So are you still aching?”

“No, I’m not.”

“I was able to be your punching bag then?”

“No Bunny, you weren’t my punching bag, you were my playmate with whom I shared a good time with.”

“Okay.”

“Unless you didn’t have a good time, then let’s talk about it and see what we can do better next time.”

“No I had a good time, just….feeling sentimental.”

You tug his hair behind his ear and caress his earlobe softly.

“Tell me about it.”

“No, it’s nothing. I’m just sentimental.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, just…please rest Lucky.”

“You know that I can rest and listen, right?”

“Yeah, but just rest please.”

“Alright”, you close your eyes, “I’ll be there if you change your mind.

You share silence for a little while. It wasn’t actual silence. The ceiling was vibrating in the music upstairs and from somewhere on this long hallway of rooms two people were currently screaming their lungs off in pleasure. You are used to those sounds, so used in fact that the room seems to be completely silent safe for the steady breathing of Bunny. You take a deep breath and release it in a sigh of relaxation. You fucking love your nights with him. It is like a little holiday in your otherwise endless nights of bad fucks.

“I forgot to call my sister”, he whispers all of a sudden.

You open your eyes and look down at him.

“Mhm?”

“That night I talked about Hell, I promised her that I would call her, but I didn’t.”

“That was two months ago.”

“I know.”

“And you remembered that only now?”

“No, in my office. I remembered it in my office and then I called her.”

“Was she angry?”

“Yes.”

“Did she cry?”

“Yes.”

“Did she yell at you?”

“No, she kept quiet.”

“Fuck, that’s worse.”

“I know.”

“Is she the one married to her brother?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For bringing her up again.”

Bunny sighs.

“It’s okay, I don’t really mind anymore.”

“Really?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

“But that’s good, it means you are healing.”

“I’m not healing, not when I still think about her. I shouldn’t think about her. It’s been a year. I should stop thinking about her.”

“You still want her back?”

“No. No, I don’t want her back.”

“But that’s good, you are healing.”

“No I’m not!” he yells, sitting up in bed, “why do you keep saying that? I'm confused and angry and tired and upset all the time and I just want something, anything to make sense again."

“And booze makes sense?”

“No, no fuck”, he chokes out, twisting his own hair, “it doesn’t. It leaves me confused and hurting more than I did before.”

“And yet you can’t stop doing it. The drinking I mean.”

Bunny sobs, nodding his head.

“And that is why you keep thinking about her. You blame her.”

He shakes his head.

“Well, who do you blame then?”

“Myself. I’m blaming myself.”

“For not being strong enough to stop?”

“Yes.”

“And for forgetting to call your sister?”

Bunny sobs, “yes.”

“She will forgive you.”

“No”, he chokes out, “no she won’t. I disappointed her. She hates me, I know she does. Why shouldn’t she? When she has such a disgusting, despicable loser as a little brother?”

“Stop that!”

Bunny raises his head.

“That’s bullshit what you are saying.”

“It’s the truth.”

You are so angry at him. So angry that you can’t help but push him back into the mattress, towering over him with your hands on his shoulders.

"I don't like it when you talk like this. And listen I'm not saying that you should stop talking like this so I can feel better. Don't fucking be considerate of me. Stop talking like this for your own sake, because if you keep talking like this, if you keep telling yourself over and over and over again how terrible you and everything you stand for is, you'll one day start to believe it. And that's not the fate, time or the universe has planned for you."

You shake him softly.

“Do you hear me? You are not supposed to feel shitty about yourself.”

“But I do.”

“I know you do and I know that it’s fucking hard not to when you became so comfortable in the tub of shit you forced yourself into. But Bunny, fuck, stop finding enjoyment in those thoughts.”

“I don’t find enjoyment in them.”

“Good, I hope you don’t. Because trust me, once you do. Once you make hating yourself your comfort zone, it’s almost fucking impossible to crawl out of it.”

You sit down on his stomach and intertwine your fingers with his.

"It's understandable to have your mind racing with those memories because it's the only way for you to heal. Trust me, I still have nightmares about my brother and that shit happened six years ago. There is no time limit on grieving, that’s the shitty part, that it can sometimes take you a day to get over something and other stuff you carry with you for half of your life.”

You squeeze his hands, feeling how he squeezes them back.

“But the heartbreak will get easier, please trust me on that. Even if it is unbearable at first and you just want to force it down every time it creeps up on you, there will come a time where it doesn't hurt you that much anymore.” 

You can sense that Bunny is listening intently, his sobbing has stopped and the tension in his muscles gets less with every gentle touch of your fingers. 

"I can't tell you exactly when this time will come, but I promise you it will come. Just don’t make hating yourself your comfort zone, please don’t do that to yourself." 

You lean down and rest your forehead against his. It sucks so much that your masks are preventing you from feeling his skin against yours.

“And other than me, you aren’t alone in this”, you whisper, "I’m with you, as your shoulder to cry on and as your comfort whenever you need it”, you promise him, knowing very well that this promise goes way beyond business. But sometimes, only sometimes, you feel like being with Bunny has long stopped being business for you.

He twists his fingers in your hair, arching into you.

“I want to be with you Lucky”, he breathes, pressing your head closer until your mask is hurting your nose.

“Bunny my mask, it hurts.”

“Then take it off. Let me see your face, please.”

“You know I can’t.”

“Please Lucky”, he begs, rubbing the nose of his mask against yours, “please.”

“No.”

“What if I take you out? Meet you as the man behind the mask and not as Bunny? No business, just two people meeting.”

“What would we even do?”

“Whatever you want to do.”

“I don’t know, Bunny. I’m terrible at dates.”

“I don’t care. We could spend eight hours staring at a wall and I would be happy.”

You laugh.

“I just want to be with you.”

“You are with me.”

“That’s not what I meant. Outside this room and this club. Where it’s just the two of us.”

“It is just the two of us. Right now, it’s just you and I.”

Bunny presses you closer, cursing under his breath because all he wants to do is kiss your lips but he can’t.

“I’m sorry Bunny”, you whisper, caressing his ears softly.

“Fuck Lucky”, he chokes out, fingers slipping from your hair to twist the edge of the pillow instead, “I’m so fucked because of you.”

[onp4012]

Pick a Card: What Job Suits You?

Pick any photo/number from above to get an insight about what job might suit you in the future.

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Pile 1

The Moon, 6 of swords, 4 of wands, Judgement, 4 of swords, Strength, Queen of Wands, The Empress

I get very deep vibes from this pile. You guys might have psychic powers. For some of you, I see that you might be good at working in a domain where you nurture people. In the sense that you might actually talk to people to ease their pain. I see a counselor. Someone who’s there to help other people understand their own pain.

Some of you can actually connect to the dead and you could be a medium who’s getting messages from the dead and passing them to the living. You seem to stand your ground at any time actually. You have a lot of information to share with the world. I feel like you guys are very intellectual. I also get that some of you could be drawn to this very “dark” stuff like death, rebirth, funerals. Maybe you’d make good morticians or work in the funerary estates.

I get big Scorpio MC vibes, so careers which would match you could be: Massage Therapist, mortician, funerary director, military lawyer, psychologist, surgeon, psychiatrist, psychic.

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Pile 2

The Emperor, The Moon, King of Swords, The High Priestess, 6 of Pentacles, 8 of swords, Ace of Wands, 8 of Wands, 2 of pentacles

I get huge boss vibes from this pile. You are someone very intelligent, very wise, very calculated. I feel like some of you might want to be self employed tbh. You guys are very independent and very hardworking, but you also tend to doubt your abilities. It really isn’t the case, since you guys have everything in control. I feel like you were sent to earth to do something good for humanity. Maybe work in charity, or work with children.

You could be mentors since you seem very patient with people. I love the fact that this pile speaks of people who are independent and mature but who still have this “childishness” to them. You seem to work very fast and with a very cool and calculated energy. Smooth af. You also tend to give more than you should to people. Some of you might consider working with your fathers or someone older than you, but I feel too much independence haha, so I think you tend to stubborn and a lone wolf. There’s also a possibility that you have psychic gift

I get that Aquarius MC careers might match you, so you could work as: scientist, researcher, activist, environmental engineer, social worker, entrepreneur, electrician, politician, project manager, specialist in informatics, teacher, translator, detective.

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Pile 3

8 of Cups, 9 of Pentacles, 2 of Cups, The Emperor, Death, Page of Wands, 4 of Wands, 3 of Wands, The Wheel of Fortune

I gotta say that when I first seen The Emperor with the 2 of cups I immediately thought of a priest lmao. You seem very calm and very easy going. I feel like many of you love to party and spend time with friends. You don’t seem to take life too serious, you seem very youthful. You have the ability to bring change in people’s lives.

You are quite the opposite of the first pile. While they have this “dark” theme, with healing and pain, you guys seem to be good at making people very happy. You sure know how to enjoy yourselves and how to make everybody feel included at a party. Many of you are very extroverted most likely and you love to make people happy while having fun. You might like to make people get into relationships, yk, like a matchmaker or Cupid lmao. You seem to like to learn new stuff and travel and make new friends all around the world.

Bruh I get big Venus in 10th House vibes from you. So anyway, you could be: matchmakers, priests/priestesses, party organizers, librarians, wedding organizers, baptism organizers, chefs, artists, animators, dancers.

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Pile 4

3 of Swords, 2 of Cups, 8 of Cups, King of Swords, 3 of Pentacles, 3 of Wands, The Wheel of Fortune, 9 of Swords, Ace of Wands

You literally feel like a combination of pile 2 and pile 3. You feel very therapeutic but unlike pile 3, you are very introverted. You seem to have went through some really hard times during your childhood/growing up. You needed to “raise” yourself up and you’re willing to help the wounded people stand by their own power. You love peace, you love to calm people.

I see that some of you might be very good at working in a foreign country since you seem to love to perceive different points of view and different ways of living. You seem to get bored quite easily as well. You are very empathetic if you ask me and you find it hard to make friends. There’s also a possibility that you might want to go to medical school and work as a cardiologist or a surgeon. You have steady hands and you could be very skilled in this domain. You work very well on your own and you don’t like to have people disturb your peace.

Even tho you’re quite introverted, I feel like you would do very good in a military domain, maybe a soldier or a trainer. I know it’s short but for some reason your energy seems quite closed off and the cards don’t seem to want to say anything else. Those careers might suit you: soldier, therapist, family therapist, cardiologist, relational therapist, recovery trainer, surgeon, heart surgeon, linguist, translator, librarian, mercenary, family doctor,

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Pile 5

The Empress, The Hermit, Knight of Cups, Judgement, 6 of Wands, The Sun, 9 of Wands, The Hanged Man, 9 of Swords

You guys might be very interested into bringing stuff to light. I see a whole crew searching for a missing person, looking through files and question people, catching criminals and finding clues about different crimes. You might be interested in true crime. I see people following you as if you’re the head chief or director of some sort of investigation. You are capable of facing very difficult situations and you’re able to manage serious situation by adding some sort of clarity to it. Your judgement is clear and you might want to get in law. Some of you might be Sherlock Holmes fans or have watched the BBC series, idk if you did, if you didn’t, I highly recommend you since you seem to be into those stuff. I’m pretty sure you love the depth of issues and you love to get DEEP.

You might be into criminalistics and might find quite interesting to understand how the mind of different people may work. Your job will bring you lots of satisfaction even tho it feels hard at first since there will be a lot of need to adapt to different places but overall I feel like everything’s gonna be alright.

Some careers you might consider having include: law, lawyer, judge, judicial, secretary, detective, investigator, analyzer, messenger, postman, researcher, statistic analyzer.

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I hope it resonated and I’ll be continuing to do pick a card readings and I’ll see you next time. Bye bye

[mirukupuddin]

A Full Physical with Fushiguro Megumi

Hey y’all, as expected this is my contribution to the Jujutsu Hub collab event with @suna-reversed ​! I had so much fun writing for Megumi and hope I can do some more JJK stuff in the future kekek please go and check out the amazing works and give them lots of love! 

Warning! this content includes sexual intercourse and violence, please do not read if you are a minor. All persons portrayed in this fic are 18+.

Warning(s): Injuries, Blood mention, Violence, Nudity, Oral sex (female receiving), Unprotected sex, aphrodisiac use, Dub-con, medical terms that are defo not correct lmao

“Fushiguro!” Kugisaki yelled out to the raven-haired man as the curse came bounding towards him at an immeasurable speed. It sunk its fangs into his arm, before dropping to the floor as Nobara nailed into the straw doll. Megumi groaned collapsing to the floor gripping onto his arm. The pain was subsiding within moments, but something pulsated within him, it felt  his skin was on fire.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the estate, maybe Doctor Ieiri can patch you up” Nobara swung her arm under Megumi’s to support him. He grunted in response, feeling the eerie sensation pass around his body.

Meanwhile at the clinic you work struck, looking incredulously at your mentor, “Eh? You really want me to take over the clinic for today? Is that really alright?”

“Goodness me, you should have some more faith in yourself, (Y/n)-chan, you did qualify after all” Shoko chuckled. “Besides, it’s looking like a pretty quiet day, isn’t it? I’m sure you will be fine. In any case, you have my number if you need further assistance” And with that, your rather exhausted mentor exited the clinic, bags in tow.

You let out a sigh looking towards the clock, it was coming up to 6pm, so there were only  3 more hours before the night team take over. You pulled out your phone, flicking past the home screen of Megumi and his dogs. These long shifts really did make you yearn a lot more for time with him. Little did you know that time was mere moments away.

The doors of the clinic slam open unceremoniously as Nobara dragged Megumi in. You ran into the front room, eyes widening at the sight of your boyfriend with his arm slung around Nobara.  

“Oh, hey (Y/n)!” Nobara grinned, shifting Megumi’s  weight so that she could grab your hand, cutely. “Fushiguro and I were a little careless and ran into some trouble with the curse down by the docks.”

Megumi refused to make eye contact with you, a light blush dusting over his pale cheeks. You smiled, kindly grabbing onto his other side and letting Nobara ease up on her hold. The three of you stumbled into the examination room, Megumi eventually finding purchase on the bed. You looked towards Nobara “I think I’ve got it from here, I’ll keep you updated with everything. Thank you for bringing this dummy back safely.” You smiled at her kindly, a smile she returned before nodding at both of you and taking her leave.

The lull of florescent lights hummed and was the only thing heard in the room. You smiled, grabbing a sterile tray, emptying some dressing pads and some saline to clean the superficial wounds that were at the top of his arm. His uniform was covering nearly all of it despite being in tatters at the wound sight.

“Take your shirt off” you continued your ministrations, gathering sample containers to make sure whatever had attacked him hadn’t poisoned him.

“Huh?” The man in questioned looked at you as if you had pulled him out of a dreamlike state, causing you to chuckle.

“I need you to take your shirt off so I can see your wounds, Fushiguro-san” You prepped the needle to perform a blood test. You ran your hands up his non-afflicted arm, goosebumps rising to the skin as you wiped the area with an antiseptic wipe.

“Fushiguro-san?” He repeated, the name sounding foreign on his ears. He winced feeling the needle penetrate his skin but it wasn’t enough to quell the faint rumbling in his chest.

“I’m at work Megumi, so it’s strictly professional.” You grinned at him before going to grab sterile pads to dress his arm. Megumi’s eyes followed your movements, dark orbs landing on the dip of your back as you bent over to retrieve the tools. Your dress rode up exposing the tops of your thighs. A growl emitted from Megumi’s chest as his cardex of lewd memories of you flash in his mind. He tried to shake the thoughts away but even shutting his eyes made him envision you bent over, with your uniform so askew and-

“Megumi? Did you hear what I said”

“Shit” Megumi thought “ Urm, no I didn’t catch that?”

“I asked you how you were feeling”

“Warm” he fidgeted in his position on the bed  “Just warm”

You walked up to the man sat on the bed, placing a hand on his forehead. He averted his eyes away from your concentrated ones. Eyes linger on the way your lips parted in concentration, he could hear his heartbeat thrumming in his ears and his face blossoming a blush. As if by themselves, his hands stopped fiddling with the bottom sheet of the bed, opting to grab you by the hips. You looked at him incredulously, as he pulled you to slot against his body, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

“M-megumi, what are you doing” You flushed, pushing against his chest.

“I’m sorry doctor, this curse has made me do such impure things and think such lewd thoughts about you” He grumbled into your neck, starting to caress your jugular with pecks. You could feel his rapidly hardening cock against your stomach, letting out a whine in protest.

His breath was coming out in laboured puffs against the crook of your neck “I can’t wait, I need to feel you, (Y/n)” he growled rutting his hips into yours.

“N-not here, what if someone comes in…” You moaned trying to resist the urge to give in. All those rational thoughts being submerged with the feeling of Megumi kissing and marking up the column of you neck. “Fuck” you sighed in resignation.

That was all Megumi needed to grab you by the hips and slam your body onto the examination bed. Your gasp allowed him to push his tongue roughly into your mouth tangling it with your own in a deep, passionate kiss. “I missed you so much” He growled pulling your hips to rut against his hard cock. His lips campaigning on bruising your neck and clavicle as his fingers reached to pull at your uniform, the buttons straining against the force of Megumi’s tugging. You grabbed his hands to stop him from ripping apart your dress, opting to take it off yourself, leaving you in just your underwear.

Megumi’s already lust filled eyes darkened at your exposed body, if he wasn’t already fixated on destroying you there was nothing stopping him now. You took off your bra exposing your breasts to him, nipples pebbling at the cold air. You ran your hands through his silky locks, his face planted in between your breasts licking and suckling at the skin and yet again marking your untarnished skin.

He bought his face up to yours kissing you deeply and grabbing at your thighs to wrap around his waist. His onyx eyes looked at yours clouded over with pure lust, an unfamiliar expression you’d never seen in the man.

“I love you so much (y/n), God, you’re going to be the end of me” He groaned into your neck making you giggle.  His hips were bucking into yours uncontrollable, as if it were acting on its own accord.

“What has gotten into you, baby?” You chuckle running your fingers down the muscular expanse of his back. He had always been built more on the leaner side but since his 20s he had grown a lot, in all the right places. Your eyes darted back to the bite that had previously been situated in the area between his shoulder and elbow, it seemingly disappeared leaving an angry red mark. The only time you had seen this was a reaction to a very potent aphrodisiac by a curse. The only cure being…release.

Your mind was ripped from your daydream as Megumi was tracing his lips along your thighs, before licking over your underwear.

“What are you thinking, Doctor (Y/n)?” Megumi hummed.

“Well- I hypothesised something…hmm.. the only treatment I can recommend is pretty lewd I don’t know if you can handle it” You remarked, pushing up onto her elbows eyeing up the man in front of you.

“Oh, is that so? What might that be then?” He smirked back playfully

“All you have to do, is cum” You rubbed your knee in between Megumi’s legs making him jolt.

“Well then-“ he huffed out, breathlessly “I better get to it then”

His tongue lolled out and he groaned tasting your essence on his tongue through your underwear. He yanked them off, tossing them with all the other discarded clothes before pulling your thighs over his shoulders and plunging his tongue into your core. You bit the back of your hand as to stop you from squealing in pleasure. Megumi moaned as he swirled his tongue around your clit, vibrating against it. You had your fingers threaded through his charcoal locks, as he licked and kissed at your pussy.

“Megumi~” You rutted your hips against his face chasing your high, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles at your hips. He sealed his lips around your clit, sucking and licking at it with gusto; he looked up through thick lashes, eyes pitch black and hazed with arousal. He pushed his finger inside you experimentally, nudging around to find the spot that makes you see stars. His tongue already lapping at your core was enough to send shivers and jolts down your spine. You moaned out his name like a prayer as he rubbed and massaged at your sweet spot. Your pussy was pulsing around his long digits, feeling like your peak was approaching with a vengeance. You threaded your fingers through his silken tresses your thighs trembling around his head. Megumi had decided he would die happy like this. Besides the point, he continued fucking you with his fingers through your climax as your gripped onto whatever purchase you were able to find. You whined as Megumi’s smooth tongue continued running over your clit, feeling overstimulated, but he didn’t seem like he was going to stop.

 “Baby,” you hummed, making him perk up, leaning his head on your thigh as he licked you one last time. He crawled up your body, planting his lips against you and rubbing his clothed cock against your core. Your hands trailed down his torso, smoothing over his abs making him shiver and groan in delight. You undid his trousers letting him kick them off, before delving your hand into his boxers. Megumi bit his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood as you palmed him. Precum was oozing out of his cock unabashedly as he whined and rutted into your hand.

“Does that feel good, Gumi~” you giggled seeing how dishevelled your poor boyfriend looked. It felt borderline sadistic seeing him gyrate into your hand so shamelessly, his eyebrows knitted in frustration.

“(Y/n), please” He grovelled burying his face in the crook of your neck, “let me fuck you, I can’t hold on anymore”

You nodded and let out a gasp as Megumi’s grasp on your hips tightened. He cock was red, leaking and throbbing as he lined it up with your slick cunt. You both heaved out a sigh as he sunk into you. You could tell he was trying to hold back, his forearms quivering and fingertips dancing along the dips of your body.

“Let go, baby, it’s okay~” Your words like treacle against Megumi’s ears. “I want you to fuck me”

 Before long, his cock was ploughing into you, the lewd noises of skin on skin echoing in the humid room. You were gripping onto his shoulders, crescent shapes etching into his flushed pale skin.

“Fuck, you’re so good, your pussy feels too good” he huffed into your ear, he was so painfully hard and your warm insides were making him feel things he couldn’t imagine. Your knuckles were paling as you clawed into his shoulders. You wrapped your legs around his slender waist pulling him into you as he rocked his hips deeper into yours. He licked up the column of your neck where he had previously marked. He bought his hands up to your face, tracing your lips with his thumb.

You leaned up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, fingers tangling into his dark mess of hair. He grunted as your pussy tightened around him. The veins along the underside of his cock were so sensitive, they were grazing your insides so blissfully. You felt him pulsing inside you making you call out his name.

“I’m so close, baby” He growled

You smoothed a hand over his back before finding purchase on his shoulders again “me too,”

“Can I cum inside you please, oh god, (y/n)” He whined, holding back from drooling all over your steaming body. You nodded and he let out a borderline pornographic groan, spilling his seed and painting your insides. He continued fucking you through his orgasm, whining at how overstimulated and sensitive his cock was but wanting to feel your cunt gush around him.

“Ah- Meg-Megumi I can’t- I’m going to cum” You moaned wantonly, feeling his thrusts become sloppier and erratic. He was huffing into the juncture of your neck and shoulder set on making you feel the pleasure and high he was riding. He pulled your legs over his shoulders groaning at the change of angle but railing you deeper; You had to bite into the back of your hand to withhold the screams daring to slip out as your body shook in pleasure. The tight knot that had situated in your stomach unravelled as your orgasm rushed over your body in a thick fog. Megumi was practically salivating at the way your pussy was clenching and pulsing around his cock, his eyes shutting tightly being lost in the pleasure.

He collapsed on top of you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck

“You wanna do it again?” He grumbled out; his cock somehow seemingly hard.

God, this was only the beginning of the night and it was almost certain you’d be walking funny the following morning.

[burnedbyshoto]

house sitting & concupiscence

— In which Endeavor asks Shouto for a favor, and Shouto decides to take his payment by fucking you on his bed. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, 18+ smut, dom!shouto, masturbation, toys (spreader bar, bondage, vibrator, collar, leash, gag, & fuck machine), master kink, spanking, temperature play, marking, pain, choking, torture punishment, overstimulation, voyeurism, slapping, oral (giving), hair pulling (receiving), semi-brat taming, anal (receiving), breeding kink

word count: 18,631

a/n: i know its long, but,,, please read LMAO. this took me a full ass week to write. im exhausted, im buzzing because idk how this went LMAOOOO, let me know what you think! please carefully read the warning, I will not be addressing anything about anal in my askbox (unless youre roasting me, which is understandable because lmao)

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“Why are we going to your dad’s house?”

Tonight was supposed to be your date night with Shouto, and given that for the past two months, the two of you had been busy every day and night adjusting to being working adults, the two of you had been excited to go out. Next week would make two years, but it seemed the two of you would only be able to celebrate it during the dead of night. So, with a kind smile and a gentle kiss, you convinced Shouto that the two of you could celebrate the week prior. After all, it didn’t matter that it wasn’t quite two years; you both loved each other plenty enough to overlook the actual date.

Like for any celebration, you found yourself sitting in front of your vanity mirror as you applied your makeup. Your hair was done up in the most elegant style you could muster on your own, and you wore a simple yet gorgeous little black dress. Your head tilted in the mirror as you looked at your reflection. Your legs were shapely and smooth from the increased physical work you were doing, and the heels you paired with the outfit hung from your fingers.

You thought you looked hot, to say the least. What you didn’t expect was for Shouto to step into your shared room with his nostrils flared and eyes cold. Your eyes widened as you turned toward him, but the anger in his face disappeared immediately as he took you in.

His eyebrow quirked; a natural smile pressed into his face as his hands shoved into the pocket of his slacks.

“Don’t you look beautiful,” Shouto comments as he strolls up next to you. The steps were so casual, it was as if the two of you were strangers flirting in a bar, and not lovers two years into a serious relationship. “Who got you this outfit?”

Biting your lip, you chuckled, your arms wrapping around his neck, and you relaxed as he locked his around your waist. Your fingers rose to brush his short hair, the undercut was new, but it was a look you very much enjoyed on him.

Rising up onto your toes, you smile, seeing the way he leans towards you until your ruby painted lips brush against his earlobe.

“Your brother,” you tease, laughing loudly as he moves away, mock disgust and jealousy on his face.

“My brother? I’ll teach you to accept such pretty things from people who aren’t me,” Shouto warns as his fingers slip under the hem of the dress, eliciting a shout from you. He doesn’t seem to be deterred as his fingers hike the skirt of the dress further up until your cheeks turn red, and your protests are nothing but stutters.

“T-The reservations, Shoucchan,” you manage to get out as his lips press against your jugular vein.

“What about them?” Shouto mumbles against your skin as he backs you towards the bed.

“They’re s-soon,” you gasp as his teeth skim your skin, and his hands massage slowly against your ass. “We can’t miss it.”

Two months of hardly seeing each other also meant two months of not having sex or any sort of physical contact, and your actions exposed your need quickly. Your heels dropped with a loud clang, and you let Shouto do as he pleased.

To your dismay, however, the clatter of your heels on the floor caused Shouto’s ministrations to cease. Your eyes blinked as you focused back on him, your chest hammering and lust scorching your skin as you tried to concentrate on your boyfriend.

“Shouto?”

His eyes were once more consumed with the irritation and annoyance that had plagued him before you two interacting. Groaning loudly, you did not miss the way his eyes rolled before he focused back onto you.

“…we have to cancel the reservation.”

So, there you sit in the car, still dressed up with Shouto to your right driving, his hands clenching so tight around the wheel that his knuckles are white.

You sigh and tug his arm towards you. The way he attempts to jerk his arm away doesn’t escape you, but you still clutch his arm and lace your fingers with his. You place a soft kiss to the back of his hand and smile when you see him relax. It’s a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

“Are you going to answer my question, or are you going to leave me in the dark?” You ask again, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

Shouto sighs and looks over at you. His face is still set with annoyance, but his eyes brighten when he looks at you, and his lips quirk into the smallest of smiles.

“You’re annoying,” he says, and you scoff in protest. He smiles broader and brings your hand to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to it.

Shifting in the leather seat to face him a bit better, you stretch towards him, your eyes wide with curiosity. “Answer my question, brat!”

Shouto sits there for a bit, gathering his emotions before he sighs, annoyed once again. “He asked Fuyumi-nee to take care of his house for tonight.”

Your eyebrows scrunch. You know that Fuyumi has a vital interview tomorrow for her job, and knowing the hero’s life, she would have to stay there late into the night. “Doesn’t she have the—?”

“Yeah, so she said no,” Shouto sighs, his hand in yours tightening. “Natsuo also has a lot of exams, and he and Endeavor aren’t on good terms still, so… that’s why he couldn’t take it. So, Endeavor called me and pulled a ‘you owe me a favor’ card from our second year. Didn’t fucking care that I had plans.”

“Why does he need someone to take care of his house?” You ask, trying to keep Shouto from hyper-fixating onto Endeavors’ ignorance detail. “He lives there alone?”

“He’s paranoid about some low-class villains going to his door when no one is there since his address was exposed,” Shouto rolls his eyes as the two of you pull into the driveway of Endeavors Residence. “Some fucking number one hero he is.”

“And he wanted Fuyumi to watch the house?!” You gasp, your eyes widening. Shouto nods his head as he unbuckles his seatbelt, and he’s out of the door before you could finish asking your question. You sigh and unbuckle your belt, knowing how infuriated Shouto is.

Your brush your hair out of your face, and the car door opened. You looked up with a small grin as Shouto offered you a hand.

“If I’m being forced to spend our anniversary here, I’m going to do it correctly, as if everything was going according to plan.”

Giggling, you let Shouto help you out of the car, and you couldn’t help but bring your exasperated boyfriend in for a gentle kiss. The kiss lasts less than a few seconds, but as you pull away, the irritability on Shouto’s face is gone as he smiles.

“I love you,” he says, closing the car door behind you.

“I love you too.” You smile like a lovestruck idiot as he begins to lead you to the front door. “We should have brought our costumes; surprise a few lowlives with our signatures.”

“Are you suggesting we let them rob Endeavor?” Shouto asks as he unlocks the front door.

“I just might be!” You laugh as you step in and remove your shoes.

It was currently five in the evening, and thus your date night commenced.

After two hours, you found yourself curled up on Shouto’s lap. You busied yourself with shoving popcorn in his mouth as you two watched Avatar the Last Airbender. The two of you had been watching it together since Shouto finally confessed that he had no idea why he was always compared to Prince Zuko.

Months of watching a few episodes every occasional night when you two had time lead you two to the finale now.

“I see the comparison now,” Shouto admitted with a mouthful of popcorn, and you hushed him again.

“Zuko may die!” You cried as on the screen, Zuko faced off with Azula, “He can lose, and you finally getting the comparison to the hottest man in the world is not a good excuse to distract me!”

“We can use fire, a scar, and a horrible father,” Shouto continues talking despite your attempts to quiet him as fire and lightning roared on the screen. “I was never the bad guy, was I?”

“You were a complete prick in the beginning, like Zuko,” you point out as you still focus entirely onto the T.V., “I mean, you did threaten to kill someone when we were fifteen. Talk about edgy! Plus, you didn’t want friends until Deku destroyed half of his body for you!”

“You’re an asshole,” Shouto huffs as he pushes you off of him, and you groan as you watch as he stands up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You call after him as you sit up onto your knees, you faced him as he walked out with his cellphone raised for you to see that he was getting a call from Endeavor.

Your mouth drops, and you nod as Shouto walks outside to talk with his dad. You settle back down onto the couch and grab the remote, pausing the show and sinking into the sofa. Your fingers brush against your dress as you wait for Shouto to come back.

It felt like an eternity before Shouto returned; the front door slamming behind him, causing you to wince. Shouto stormed over, his eyes blazing with fury, and he clenched a case in his hand as he glared in your direction. It would have been unsettling had you not known whom his anger was directed at. He stops a few strides away from you, clearly not in the mood to finish up the Avatar series.

“What happened, baby?” You ask, standing up. A soft scoff escapes his lips as he shakes his head.

“He thought I was here alone,” Shouto explains, his head low. “He makes me come take care of his house, knowing that I had plans tonight, then he expected me to be here alone?!”

Your eyes widen as a chill runs down your spine. Endeavor was not a people person, that was a given, and there was no saying whether or not he liked you being Shouto’s girlfriend, but for him to not like the idea of being here was a bit off-putting.

“Do you need me to leave?” you find yourself asking as you walked over to Shouto with short strides. You knew that their relationship, while it had vastly improved since three years ago, was still rocky. You wanted Shouto to be as comfortable around his dad as much as possible, even if it meant you stepping away when needed. “I can get—”

“No,” Shouto snaps, his nostrils flaring, a furious fire flashing in his eyes, and his lips curling into a wry smile. “You’re not leaving.”

“If Endeavor doesn’t want me—”

“Fuck what Endeavor wants,” Shouto growls as he lets you pull him into a soft embrace, but he’s tense and doesn’t melt into your touch like he usually does. “I want you, y/n, and he ruined our night. He doesn’t have the damn right to tell me what I can or can’t do when I’m happy.”

You nervously licked your lips as you stroked his back gently in hopes of derailing his palpable anger. There was just no use in having Shouto getting worked up about something that Endeavor wasn’t going to be able to change in the long run anyway.

“It’s okay,” you whisper as you pull away, your eyes trying to shine brightly as you press a gentle kiss to his mouth. “I won’t leave!”

There’s a harsh stream of air that escapes his nose, and he’s stiff against you, his lips unmoving, but he returned the kiss nonetheless.

“This is our night,” you whisper against his mouth as your lips press against his jawline and pepper slow kisses down his jaw. He seems to have an internal battle of remaining angry and caving to your touch. “You have a room here, it’s just us two, let’s have some fun! Come on, forget about Endeavor.”

As a hero, there were moments where you could feel impending danger or something on the horizon. Be it a sixth sense, or just fantastic gut feeling, but the moment those words left your mouth, they hit you in the gut. Pulling away, your eyes focus on Shouto, whose eyes are shut tight, and you watch as his jaw muscle flares before his eyes open.

Todoroki Shouto was no longer his younger self. While still prone to acting solely on his emotions, he was in control. The last time you had seen the pure rage in Shouto’s eyes was long before the two of you had been together, and something crawled down your spine as you attempted to speak, to understand what he was thinking about, and to stop whatever he was planning.

But then he let out a dark chuckle.

And you were too slow.

His mouth slams against yours, and your body goes back with the collision, but he doesn’t let you free. His kiss is hot, drowning, intoxicating, and full of burning energy that you didn’t realize he had in him. His free hand presses into your lower back, keeping you pressed against him as his mouth tries to get you to break. Your hands press against his shoulders in an attempt to slow him down, but it doesn’t seem to have the effect you were hoping for.

His hand leaves the bottom of your back to tangle into your hair, your resounding groan of both pain and pleasure resonates through you, and it clouds your judgment. Your hands — against your better sense — wrap around the back of his neck, drawing him in closer. His hot tongue swiped at your bottom lip immediately.

Not wanting to give in to his insistence, you purse your lips against his harsh kiss. He didn’t seem to agree with you. The hand that held the black case smacked against your ass, and you gasped at the stinging pain as the case rattled.

His tongue invades your mouth in an intense affair, and your mind spins at the way his tongue drops in temperature before warming up. It sends a pleasant and dull throb through your body, and you moan into his mouth. Were you really going to let Shouto fuck you in a house that wasn’t yours? The two of you had fucked in places that weren’t your house, but it was never a family home, much less his dad’s house, but his tongue curls to tease the roof of your mouth, and it sends an uncontrollable shudder down your spine.

Your cheeks glow with embarrassment, and your eyes are wide in shock. “Shouto’s really going for it,” you thought. His lips are scorching, but it’s his eyes that make your thighs tremble. His eyes are nearly glowing with lust and desire, there’s still that animosity in his eyes and a sense of arrogance that made you want nothing more than to retaliate.

“I hope you’re ready for what’s happening tonight,” Shouto smirks, and you pant trying to control your racing heart.

“You know I am,” you lie confidently, despite the tremor in your voice and the weakness in your knees.

His hand moves to your cheeks, and you feel a growing heat from his hand as he places yet another ardent kiss onto your slowly bruising lips. Shouto’s lips are magnetic against yours, continuously pulling you in, sucking you in until you were gasping for more. Then he would move to nibble on your senseless lips in your overwhelmed state.

Low and soft pants with intermixed gasps begin to leave your mouth as you try to calm down, this kiss was so unlike his typical embrace, but you fucking loved this dominant persona that he dons. Your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him nearer, eliminating the space between you so that nothing could dare to come between, but your hips have a mind of their own, and you feel yourself grinding your crotch against his.

A low and nearly angry hiss leaves his lips, and your breath hitches as his mouth leaves yours. In a fashion similar to yours earlier that day, his mouth presses multiple kisses against your jawline, but they’re sturdy, intense, and full of teeth. Your mouth drops as you let out a curled moan at the feeling of his teeth sinking into the skin below your jaw.

It wasn’t a typical love bite; this was marking. You could feel his intent to break your skin with the mark, and the heat between your legs flared as he took a step forward, and with that, you made a step back.

You’ve only been to this house a few times, and most of the time, you only come here for Fuyumi’s sake of keeping the family close. Awkward yet lively dinner conversations had led to Shouto showing you his childhood room that hadn’t been touched since he was fifteen. Sure, the two of you were nineteen, but a bedroom that hadn’t been touched in four years was something sinisterly haunting.

Shouto’s bedroom was the closest to the master bedroom — Endeavors room. That you knew because the grandest and most intricately beautiful door in this house belonged to Endeavors’ room.

Imagine the horror that sank in your when your lust hazed vision watched as Shouto’s childhood room passed you and your back hit a door.

“Shouto! This is—”

“I know,” Shouto growled against your burning neck. He had left enough bites on your neck to hurt, but the throbbing pain only added to the throbbing heat of your core. “You deserve to be fucked on a good bed, not my childhood one.”

“But Endeavor!” Pathetically you try to get him to move off you, but Shouto opens the door, and the two of you stumble in. “We can’t—!”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckles as he pulls away from your marked neck, “he won’t know.”

Your eyes widened as he lets you go, and you hesitated in moving towards the enormous bed before you. This was too much, you couldn’t let Shouto fuck you on his dad’s bed! That would be so disrespectful! Blatant and honest disrespect! Even if Shouto was in a “fuck his dad” mood, you couldn’t let this happen.

Turning to face your boyfriend, the release of him on your body, allowing you to think logically, you were ready to stay firm in your decision.

“What are you doing?” Shouto asks as he walks to the bed, placing the black box onto the bed with a quirked eyebrow. “Get on the bed.”

“N-No,” you wheeze out. Wow, go confident you! “We can’t fuck on Endeavors bed! T-That’s going too far! I… I can’t do that!”

Shouto blinked slowly, once, twice, and then returned his attention back to the case as he released the clasps.

“Don’t worry about it,” Shouto says as he lays out a few things from the box, and a nervous shiver goes down your spine as you see what he brought.

A collar, leash, vibrator wand, ball gag, a spreader bar with bondage cuffs, so much lube, and a fucking machine.

Your jaw drops as he lays them out neatly, his eyes turning back towards you, and there’s a silent moment where the two of you simply stare at each other.

“That’s going too far,” you squeak as you pull at the hem of your dress, the nerves hit you as he shifts to look at you directly. “I can’t… if Endeavor found out, he’s going to kill us!”

“Endeavor isn’t going to find out,” Shouto’s upper lip curled into a snarl as his eyes flashed dangerously. “We’ll wash the sheets, whatever the hell makes you convinced he won’t find out. But right now? I fucking need you the way I was planning on having you.”

His words fall almost alluringly in your ears, and goosebumps flash across your skin; butterflies fly in your stomach as you moan at the thought of what his intentions were for tonight. You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you thought it over, trying to figure out what exactly you needed to do because there was no getting out of this. You were beyond horny now, but it didn’t take much to see the danger in doing this.

But no, you couldn’t do this!

“Shouto, let’s — oh my god!”

Shouto, while you were lost in your thoughts, had begun to strip off his shirt. His toned and scarred torso ridiculously defined in the lighting of the room, and he stared at you dead-on as he ran a hand through his falling locks. Your breathing turns into a frenzy as he walks over to you, his hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks until he’s centimeters before you.

Your eyes struggle not to scour your boyfriend’s body like some hormonal fangirl, you recited the Pro Hero Guidebook in your head as you fought off the urge to just jump him. Were pheromones a thing for humans? If they were, he was definitely putting you under some spell that was making you succumb to his own lusts.

“I know what I want,” he whispers as his lips brush against your sore neck, and a voluptuous moan resounds loudly from you. Your breasts rise and fall quickly as your hands press against his warm skin, and your eyes flutter closed as his lips press heavier against your skin. “I know what I need. I need you more than life itself, and I only want you, y/n.”

Not daring to open your eyes in fear of having this gone too soon, you feel yourself nodding.

“Fuck me right then…”

A chuckle deep in his throat reverberated against you, and then you felt his lips back on you.

Hot, fast, dangerous.

You struggled to keep up as Shouto tossed you up, and your legs automatically went to wrap around his waist.

Hunger, desire, need.

That was the way Shouto kissed you right now, his lips downright eager, yet it wasn’t the right word to use. You could feel his hard-on pressing against your ass as you drew him in closer. Hands pressed against his neck, clawing at the bare skin as you wanted more from him — you craved more from him.

It was when you pressed your chest into him that caused a small yelp of protest to escape your lips. In your impassioned drunkness, Shouto had been holding your ass firmly in his grip. His fingers digging into your soft flesh under the hem of your dress until he seemed to be sick of it.

The sound of ripping fabric echoed in your ears as you pulled away from Shouto’s luring mouth. The dress fell loose around your body as you watched as he pulled the remains of your dress from between the two of you. You slammed your hands against his chest in protest as Shouto took the destroyed material and tossed it onto the floor.

“It was in the way,” Shouto chuckles as he ignores your protests as he brings you back in for another kiss. “I’ll buy you a new one, I’m the one who bought it after all.”

Your eyes twitch as his fingers trace the lingerie that remained secured on your body; the anger you had vanished quickly the moment he brushed his thumb over your clothed nipple. Yes, there were apparent problems with knowing everything about your partner’s body, as in times like this, your anger flew out the window as his thumb and forefinger pinched your nipple.

You reacted with a shrill mewl as your hips automatically ground against his, and your head slammed against his shoulder. You felt his cold fingers press the bra down, and your mind nearly went blank as his calloused fingers made contact with your sensitive nipples.

“S-Shouto,” you stammer as you feel your neck blushing as his teeth nip at your earlobe, tingling pleasure scorching your body as he does it a few more times. Low and sultry moans escape your mouth as the heightening bliss of this interaction was getting to you.

“Fuck,” Shouto chuckled as he began moving towards the bed, and you tremble as the friction between your crotches increase. The pressure of his clothed cock sends your mind spinning against your barely covered core. “You’re so gorgeous, love.”

Panting in agreement, your hips bucked weakly against his as the pleasure of him biting your earlobe, his fingers pinching, pulling, and rolling your nipple, and the way his hips met your grinding hips.

Low and pounding heat grew in your stomach, and you whimpered as his hand groped your breast.

But then it was gone, and your body was tossed against a soft bed.

The coolness and freshness of the sheets once more sent a memory of whose bed this was. And the consequences for your actions.

“Shouto!” You squeaked as Shouto climbed onto the bed, his hands holding the lube as his eyes glanced at you.

Lust, amazement, love, and confusion.

“What is it?”

“This is Endeavors bed,” you find yourself repeating, although you were past the point of caring. It just came back up like word vomit.

“Fuck what he says,” Shouto snaps as he drops the lube. His eyebrows were scrunched together in his annoyance and anger, and you could see the muscles flaring in his jaw. There’s a cold laugh that leaves Shouto’s mouth as he grabs the spreader, and you feel your heart stop. “I don’t like it when you’re saying other trash names when I’m about to fuck you, princess.”

Your eyes widen as Shouto is by your feet with the spreader, his head down, and his hair falling to cover his dark eyes.

“I think you need to prove to me that you deserve to let me fuck you.”

Before you could ask, before you could question his actions, Shouto tore your panties from your hips and held them in his fingers. His eyes widening as he sees the soaked thin fabric between his fingers.

You sat up straight, trying to grab for your panties, embarrassed by how wet you had been even though practically nothing had happened. But Shouto was faster and far stronger. With a heavy hand, he shoved your shoulder back, and you fell back onto the mattress, and as you collected yourself, something tight wrapped around your ankles.

“SHOUTO!”

On your ankles sat the spreader bar, the black steel shining dangerously at you as you stared up at your boyfriend, who placed your panties into his slack pockets.

“You’ll get those back if you behave,” Shouto hums as he sat down. “Now, if you want my cock, you better make yourself cum.”

“I’m not masturbating,” you snap embarrassed as you felt exposed. Your legs were wide open, your slick essence already coating your inner thighs and the smell of your sex filling your nose as you tried in repetitive failure to close your legs.

“Fine,” Shouto says coolly as he stands up from the bed. “Have fun letting Endeavor see you like this. Cunt wet and exposed like a filthy fucking whore.”

You’re stunned into silence as you watch as he walks towards the door, his eyes unamused yet challenging as he places a hand on the knob.

“But you would like that, huh? You’d let other men fuck what’s mine? Is this what you wanted all along?”

Shouto lets out a dry laugh as he dares you to not do anything, but the pure stupidity behind his words makes you angry. It boils in your stomach as you lay down, your eye contact not breaking as you pull down the other bra cup. Then your fingers trail from your collarbone down to your breasts, teasing your pert nipples.

Electrifying pleasure rolls through you as you play with your breasts. Each tug, pull and turn making your knees slam together in an attempt to get friction to your cunt.

“Come on,” Shouto smirks as he rests at the foot of the bed. His arms are crossed against his chest, and he’s drinking you in. “Put your fingers where you want me.”

“I’m not putting my fingers up my ass,” you grin, your bottom lip captured between your teeth as another building pleasure slams through your body.

Shouto doesn’t say anything, his eyes only getting darker as you bring your fleshy mounds to your mouth and take a playful bite.

Eyes were powerful, and Shouto had some of the most intense eyes you’d ever known. So the way he gorged your figure as your hand flattened against your skin while trailing down your navel to where you were desperate for attention set your skin on fire.

Your legs trembled as the nail of your middle finger teased the middle of your lower lips, and you felt like you were choking at the way he zeroed in on your teasing fingers.

“Give me a show.”

Groaning at the way his words clung to you, your fingers pressed against your throbbing clit as your eye contact was broken by your head tossing back. You were so turned on that this gentle pressure felt overwhelming as you cried his name.

Your other hand dropping your breast and pressed against your inner thigh, your other fingers moving from your clit to your cunt.

In went one finger, the initial tightness making you sigh as you pumped your finger with no intent in mind. Then went in another finger and another. Your inner walls clenching around your intruding fingers, making you gasp at the velvety warmth of it all. Eyes fluttering open, you move your wrist, and your fingers move fluidly within you.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Shouto groans as he watches your movements like a hawk, his eyes burning themselves into your exposed cunt.

But it made you feel so good.

With a single heave, your pumping fingers increased in their speed and intensity. Growing so much, your walls squeezed against your moving fingers. Your fingers pounded into your wet core, the sounds of the entering and exiting appendages, making you whine as your free hand pressed against your clit. Your hips bucked up against your moving fingers in an attempt to further increase this intense desire.

Your fingers continued to dance against your needy clit as you shook.

Hot fire slammed to your toes as they curled in your overwhelming pleasure. Your eyes clenching closed as you rubbed hard and fast circles into your desperate clit. Your back arching off the bed multiple times, almost ending with you falling onto your side due to the imbalance caused by the restraint bar.

Faster and hard, faster, and harder.

The squelching of your soaked pussy and pistoning fingers were heavy in your ear as you shrieked. Your legs were spasming, kicking, and your hips thrusting as your end was nearing fast. Shouto’s name continued to be cried from your mouth as you curled your fingers in you, and your fingers pinched your clit, and then an idea slams through you.

Use Endeavor’s name.

And as your orgasm crashed through you, a pitched scream sounded in the room as it all clashed within you.

His name was used.

Your body trembling as you lay on the bed, your fingers still knuckle deep within you as you pant. Your slick essence coats your hands as you manage to sit up, out of breath, and staring at Shouto in a challenging way as you removed your fingers from within you.

There’s a scoff, a sound almost similar to a snarl, and you watch as Shouto shakes his head.

“Aren’t you being a fucking slut.”

Blinking slowly, you heard his pants hit the ground when the belt clacked against the wooden floors. Then you saw that he was by your legs, his cock erect and pressing onto his stomach, the head already beading. Pre-cum dripped from his tip, and you feel victorious at the way he was so turned on.

But it seemed that the dress wasn’t the only thing being destroyed today.

His left hand held onto the fabric of your bra, and you watched in heated horror as he reduced the lingerie to ash.

“Shouto?! What the fu— mmph?!”

Shouto shoved your cum slick fingers in your mouth, and you mewled at the taste of your sweet essence on your fingers.

“Suck it all off,” he practically hissed as he moved your wrists, emulating a blowjob as you groaned against your fingers. “You don’t deserve to be fucked like a princess, do you?”

Your protests against your fingers were ignored as he pressed you against the bed, and you choked as your fingernail stabbed the back of your throat. But it didn’t matter to Shouto, no, not at all.

“If you want to be saying Endeavor’s — fucking scum’s name in bed, I’ll treat you no better than a fucking whore.”

There was a moment of silence as he watched you gag against your own fingers, his weight keeping you locked onto the mattress. But then it was over, and his hand grabbed the bar between your ankles, and he yanked it up.

Your teeth lock around your fingers in your surprise, but he lets go of your wrist, your eyes lock on his as your knees rest beside your chest, and you blink in confusion as he glares down at you.

“Hold it,” he commands as your hands move to hold the bar. It’s cold against your fingers, and the areas that are coated with your saliva make the bar slippery and wet.

“W-Why?” You hoarsely ask, your throat thick from the continuous stabbing of your finger. Typically when the bar was used, Shouto always held it.

“I told you you were going to be fucked like a whore, right? That makes you easy. I don’t need to work hard for someone who does this daily. But that means you should be good at this, so see that clock? In ten minutes, if you cum more than three times, you’ll get punished.”

Your mouth opens to respond to him, but Shouto presses his hands against the bottom of your thighs and, with accurate precision, thrusts wholly into you.

Your grip on the bar almost weakens entirely as his cock fills you completely, your words of protest become gasping pleas as the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, and you feel dizzy, your fluttering walls adjusting. His cock was thick, and it was lengthy; your inner walls ached against him as you adjusted, but regardless of how tight it felt, you could sense your essence spilling from you as Shouto sighed.

He shifted, and in a matter of seconds, you watched as his hips snapped backward before thrusting back into you.

The stretch of your legs makes you feel as if you weren’t breathing correctly. Each breath was short and raspy as you clung to the metal bar as Shouto repetitively slams his cock into your cunt.

“Shit, such a pretty cunt you have,” he rasps as your walls spam against him with his wild thrusts. He moves his hands further up your legs so that they press against your knees, pushing you into the mattress, increasing the angle of which he drills down into you.

Pathetically, your hips attempt to rise up in meet him, to increase this brutal force he was using as you crave even more. It was too much.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping pussy created loud wet noises that you cried in embarrassment, but Shouto found it as an excuse to speed up. His rugged grunts are music to your ears as his cock hits your walls every time. The stretch he gives you was boggling, and you were progressively less cognitive aware as he drilled in harder. His slams were so hard that the sound of his thighs hitting your ass let out a continuous and loud slap.

His fingers gorge into your skin, and you cry his name like a hopeful prayer as he is fueled by your appraisal.

Your hands are weak against the bar, and it feels as if it’s slipping the moment he releases his right hand from your leg. You cry as the angle of penetration lessens, but his ramming continues at the same pace, and his fingers land on a puffy and sensitive bundle of nerves. The simple action set you enflame as you wailed his name, and Shouto bit your inner calf as his finger cooled dramatically against your clit.

The difference between your body that felt like it was on fire and the bitter ice of his fingers made your body spasm uncontrollably. The bar was being pulled in by your forearms as exploding pleasure slams through every vein in your body. But your thrashing and wailing do not stop Shouto, nor do they lessen the pace and the force he’s settled in as the bed begins to sway with every powerful thrust.

“I needa— holy shit, r-right there!”

“What? Do you need to come already?” Shouto mocks against your calve, and you whimper as he bites it again.

Your eyes can no longer stay open as the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and begs for more. You forcibly clench around him in an attempt to stir a reaction from him, but all he does is curse loudly as he continues his rutting force. The pounding is rhythmic. The feeling of Shouto’s cock entering and leaving you draws your eyes to the back of your head as you whimper his name, his thighs hitting your ass at bruising force, only adding to your pleasure. His finger getting colder by the second as it simmers against your burning clit. Your heart hammering in your ears as you heard Shouto snap at you.

“Cum.”

The orgasm that had been surging within you crashed through you in a fiery white heat as your jaw slacks in a silent scream. Your body convulses against your hold and his, but Shouto doesn’t stop, not even when your toes curl, not even when you sob.

“Shouto!”

He pulled out then, his pants heavy in your ear, and something ripped through you as the weirdest sensation floods through you. Your cunt throbs uncharacteristically harder as you softly sob Shouto’s name.

You had squirted.

It was all over the comforter; there was even some on Shouto’s lower abs that shone in a mixture of sweat and you.

Your head slams back into the mattress as you can feel your heartbeat in your cunt, your chest heaving at the experience you just had. You’ve never squirted before, and your body felt like it was short-circuiting as you remained on your back.

“Look at that,” Shouto mused as he unfastened the restraints on your ankles, and your thighs crashed together, an inevitable soreness throbbing within as you lay speechless. That had winded you. “For someone not wanting to make a scene on his bed, you just wet a whole portion to it. I don’t think you even care if he finds out I fucked you on his bed, y/n. A little whore like you, you probably want the entire neighborhood to know.”

“I don’t,” you gasp as you struggle to find your breath still, and Shouto hums as he turns you over onto your stomach.

You’re not sure if it was a forcible push or something gentle. All you know is that your body burned where he touched you, and your thighs ached as you settled on your stomach.

“How the fuck am I supposed to fuck you like that?” Shouto snaps at you, and your eyes widen as you shift your head to look at Shouto’s whose cock is still erect, and you realize in a dawning horror that you had come twice now, and he had not.

Then there was the challenge, he only had to make you come three more times to do whatever insidious things he had planned. Your fingers fisted in the sheets as you groaned loudly. His body heat radiated onto you, and you rub your thighs together at the thought of Shouto gripping your ass as he drilled into you from behind.

You needed to get him to do that, but to make sure you didn’t come.

“I don’t want to,” you stall, hoping that in moments like these, it would help in your favor.

“Let go of the sheets,” Shouto ignores you as he gives a pointed look at your hands that clutched the sheets.

“Nope.”

The heat he provided was suddenly gone, and your eyes widened as a closet door creaks open. You watch as Shouto stands by a closet, a hand on his hip as he studies the closet before him, and you let out a strangled noise as you can already taste what he’s getting out.

“Shouto, do not!”

“Don’t what?” Shouto asks as he pulls out four brightly colored ties that Endeavor owned. “They’ll get cleaned up and put away, I mean look at the mess you already made, this shouldn’t concern you.”

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you look at the stained sheets below you, and you sit on your knees as you cross your arms.

“Using Endeavors clothes as bondage is going too far!”

Shouto looked at you, his eyes annoyed, angry, and uncaring, then he shrugs. He takes a few strides, and he’s back on the bed.

“He should have thought of that before being a dick.”

There was no time to react as Shouto grabbed your wrists in his hand and tugged you towards him. Before you could attempt to pull back, to resist ruining more of Endeavors’ personal belongings, the tie is properly looped around your arms, and you’re locked in place.

“Now on your hands and knees like a good slut,” Shouto directs running a hand through his sweaty locks while rising to his knees. The tie is almost uncomfortable with how tight it is, and you remain stagnant, staring at your boyfriend, who was insistently becoming more of a dom than you had ever seen him as. But with your lack of action, his expression sours, and he grasps your cheeks in his hand. “Are you fucking deaf?

You gasp loudly when Shouto’s hand brings your face to the mattress, your back curved, arms pressed into your breasts.

“I thought whores had better form than this,” Shouto sneers while pressing a heavy hand against the center of your spine. You adjusted immediately under his force, your back arching with your pert ass in the air. “Much better.”

The mattress pressed against your chest in a suffocating way, your heart hammering as you realized what was to come.

“Shouto, please,” your voice pleads again; his hands roam your ass and hips, whispering nasty sweet things to you while the tip of his cock presses against your still wet cunt. “Don’t make a mess of me, not on Endeavors bed.”

There was a moment of silence while his hands disappeared from your skin. Licking your lips, you turned your head to see what exactly his expression was. But you were too late.

He slammed his right hand against your ass cheek, causing you to shriek while your skin throbbed in his wake. The pain made your legs buckle, a hot pressure reigniting in your core, and another loud slap repeated on your opposite cheek.

Fisting in your hair, you yelped loudly when Shouto yanked your head back. The arch in your back was dramatized by this action; your back ached as another heavy slap echoed against your troubled skin. His dense, almost wild breathing hits the shell of your ear, and chills shoot down your spine when he snarls.

“Who the fuck matters to you right now?” He hisses in your ear. “Is it Endeavor fucking you on this bed right now? No—” his hand comes down against your ass with every word, ignoring your growing sobs— “I’m the one fucking you. The only man’s name you should be uttering is mine. Do. You. Understand?”

The next spank that comes across your ass nearly sends you tumbling over at the strength and power behind it. Your arms buckle under you, the weight and struggle to keep yourself upright was a challenge as Shouto abused your ass.

“Answer me, whore.”

There was no stopping Shouto’s heavy hand against your pert ass, and you could not think of anything but how your cunt throbbed for the man behind you. Your sobs of pain had long ago become those of pleasure, and you could feel the raised prints of his hands on your sore cheeks. It delighted you.

“Y-Yes, sir!” You pant, your body trembling in your excitement and need for more.

“You like this, don’t you,” he sneers while he rubs circles against your heated skin. “You’re trembling with excitement as you try telling me you don’t want me to fuck you here. Do you want me to leave you here? With no clothes, no way back home? Count the number of times I spank you, I want to hear you counting and thanking me every time.”

Slap.

“One. T-Thank you, sir.”

Your words were barely above a whisper, just enough for Shouto to hear you thank him as you trembled like a leaf before him. His upper lip pulled back into a sneer as he let go of your hair, throwing your head into the mattress, and his fingers go and pinch your nether lips, and you cried loudly.

“I know you can fucking scream louder than that, don’t make me ask again. From the top.”

The words were like honey to your ear, and you shifted in an attempt to ease the growing lust between your legs.

Slap.

“One! Thank you, s-sir!”

Your mind reeled as Shouto continued his conquest against your ass. You could barely remember the number you were on by the time he was done with you, the added sensation of his alternating heated and chilled hands increasing the desire in you to find you as you were now. Ass bright red and in the air, back arched further than you had ever gone, and saliva and tears seeping onto your bond arms.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he observes as two of his fingers slide against your wet slit, and your ragged moans fill the area at the need of more. He continued petting you, and while feeling finally returned to your abused ass, your hips began to buck against his wandering hands, trying to get them to slip between the folds. “Such a greedy little slut.”

His chuckle is barely heard by you, for as he said that, he pressed the head of his cock into your cunt. A sharp whine slams from your throat as the emptiness of this action makes you crave more. You shift your ass back, the action full of temporary regret as soring pain flashes through your lower body. He did not hold back.

Gritting your teeth, you continued pushing against him, craving more.

“Is this not good enough for you?” Shouto chuckles, but there’s no light humor to his laughter. “Good.”

At that phrase, Shouto slams into you at full force again, causing you to bite down hard against your saliva-coated and bound arms as you feel his cock twitch within you. Your breathing is harsh as you focus on the nightstand and see the clock. It’s felt like an eternity, but only three minutes had passed since the bet was made. If you won, you’d move this fuck feast into his bedroom.

“Seven minutes,” you choke against your skin, not wanting to show how turned on you were.

The instant you were done chiding him, you regretted telling Shouto the amount of time he had left. The bed shifted by your knees, and you could only imagine what was happening as you could feel his cock moving out of you and slamming back into you.

The angle and power behind these thrusts were different than what you were used to from the standard doggy style. With each hypnotizing slam of his hips, shrill moans of pleasures ripped from your throat, and you preened your head to look at Shouto.

Sure enough, Shouto was positioned on his feet, his knees bent as he dropped into your awaiting cunt with such savagery your eyes rolled back watching him. Sweat dripped down his neck, his hands gripping your bruised and battered ass like some type of life support, and the squelching noises of your slamming sex were making your body weak.

“That feels so — fuck — do that!”

“Who—” slap— “Are—” slap— “You—” slap— “Addressing?!” Slap!

“Y-You, sir!” You scream, your hips buck against his slamming hips. It was so raw, so rough, and you were enjoying every passing second.

Shouto chuckles at your praise, all while he continues to fuck you roughly. He was in a zone, his concentration like steel as he pounded into you again and again. Your inner walls clenched and spasmed against his penetrating cock, and the heated pressure had built up all over again.

His cock twitched within you, it knocked the breath out of you; his fingers twisted into your hair.

“Fucking cum with me,” he demands, jerking your head back towards him again, and you sob as your legs tremble against his increasing power.

You feel your eyes cross, screaming out his name as your walls clamp down fiercely against his length. Shouto curses loudly, pulling out of you while your cum drips from your folds. But a hot and sticky substance hits the curve of your ass while Shouto lets out a string of curses, and you moan knowing that he came on you.

“That was two,” Shouto reminds you as you groan into the sheets.

“That was two,” you mock hoarsely, but you’re unable to move, your body locked in the way he had fucked you.

“Look,” Shouto says, ignoring your disrespect, for you can hear the prideful smirk on his tone as he forces you onto your side. “You made another mess.”

“You’re cleaning up Endeavors bed when we’re done,” you whimper, making no attempt to sit up, your body screaming in pain when you lay still.

“You really can’t seem to get his name out of your fucking mouth, can you?” Shouto barks while he moves to sit against the headboard. “What do I have to do to get you to fucking forget him? Choke you until you pass out? Break that pretty little mind and pussy of yours?”

There is no time to argue, Shouto grabs your legs and drags you over to him, your sensitive ass burning against the cum soaked comforter until you were at his side. Your pained breaths still as Shouto glares down at you, his left hand undoing the saliva-coated tie around your wrists, leaving the fabric slightly burnt while he tosses it to the side. Your arms throb as blood rushes back through it.

But before you could relish the feeling of your arms back, Shouto has his chest pressed against your back, and his right hand angling his once again hardening cock upwards.

“Since I mean nothing to you, make yourself cum.”

With that, he dropped your aching pussy onto his dick.

The feeling of his cock wholly sheathed within you, mercilessly slamming against the wall of your cervix and staying pressed tightly there. The delirious sensation made your head crash back against his shoulder, and your legs kicked out in response. Loud and low moans reverberated from your lips while adjusting to him buried within you again.

Your mind reeled while you adjusted, and Shouto angled his knees up, his scorching and robust grip moving your legs outside of his, causing your hips to spread against him.

“I told you to move,” he snaps, his fingers twisting your sensitive nipple harshly, your resulting wail muffled by you burying your face into his neck. “I didn’t pay for you to sit there.”

Puffs of air escaped your mouth quickly, and your feet shakily pressed into the mattress. You needed to move for him. But you were too slow, and a sharp and icy cold slap hit your clit.

Your body impulsively arched forward, your body rising up from his cock before you collapsed back down. But the sensation of his cock hitting your cervix made you shudder.

“Faster.”

So you began to rise and fall against his length, his hot breathing fanning against your sweat-soaked skin made your body shudder against his. His fingers found a place on your hips to hold, and you moaned at his bruising grip.

Your thighs burned with every bounce of your body, your head lolling to the side, stammering Shouto’s name as your walls clenched and squeezed against his hard cock. You wanted more of him. You needed more of him. Choked out screams rung from your throat as your hand gripped onto his knees, your body trying to support the numb ache that was shooting through your body.

“Shouto,” you puff, his fingers digging into your flesh, making you gasp.

“Why don’t you follow fucking instructions,” Shouto gnashes his teeth, and his left-hand moves from your hip to your clit. A jolt of massive arousal shoots through your body, a warm presence pressing into you as he teases your clit, causing you to roll your hips against his. But it grows hot, hotter, and hotter. It’s too hot, and his movements are painful yet disgustingly pleasurable. Pained and animalistic sobs pouring from your mouth while he deliberately abuses your throat. “What are you supposed to call me?!”

“S-Sir!” You weep, slamming your hips back down against his in pathetic attempt to lose his hold against your puffy nerve. “I’m supposed to c-call you, sir!!”

“Then why haven’t you been?!” Before you could attempt to respond, Shouto’s right-hand leaves your hip and slams to your throat, choking the response from you. “I don’t want to hear your answer.”

His hand remains heavy and tight around your throat, his hold barely allowing oxygen to travel through to your lungs. Your vision fuzzed, and you could feel your heartbeat in your head, but your core shook with Shouto’s now reciprocating and rhythmic slams.

Choking, clit stimulation, his cock pounding into your cervix, his fingers hotter than coal, and Shouto chuckled into your skin. His thrusting hips were becoming more precise, angling into you in a way that made you audibly choke when you needed to gasp. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen to your body that was making you delirious, or perhaps it was the fact that he was slamming into you with the strength of rearranging your guts, but your hips began to swivel at an inhumane pace. Your cunt held a vice grip around his cock, yet it did nothing to slow Shouto down, but the growing heated pit in your lower belly was making your legs tremble against his. Still, you tried to keep up with his rough and cruel pace, and Shouto enjoyed knowing that detail.

“Such a fucking tramp, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He sneers, his teeth biting down against the curve of your shoulder. “You enjoy being choked?”

Your head nods, “Y-Yes, sir!”

“Do you need to cum?” There was no reason for Shouto to ask that; the answer was obvious enough. “Good.”

If you thought Shouto was rough, as soon as that word rolled off his tongue, he only got worse.

His hand against your throat tightened, and black dots littered your vision; the coldness of his ice burned against your skin. His teeth sunk far into your skin, enough for you to feel your skin breaking as his tongue moving in cold and heated strokes to calm your now irritated skin. Then there were his nimble fingers running against your clit, and entering your cunt between your spastic walls and his hammering and throbbing cock. But your bouncing held no value anymore, Shouto’s hips snapped upwards fast enough and powerful enough to overcome and overwhelm you. The only thing you could tell was that along with the tip of his cock hitting your bruised walls, the sounds of your sopping wet pussy crashing against his forceful hips rang in your ears in a primal yet excited fashion.

Despite his hold on your neck, nothing was holding back the scream that left your mouth as you orgasmed.

White stars filled your vision as Shouto ripped his cock from you, and that same sensation of peeing bewildered you as he held your body up. You had squirted again, but your ragged and shallow breathing had only increased, and there was something warm and wet painted on your back.

“That was three,” Shouto whispers into your ear, his teeth tugging at your earlobe, and you shuddered. “I should get extra points for making you squirt.”

To that, all you could muster was an embarrassing moan as your dazed eyes focused on yet another wet stain on the bed. Three minutes left, that’s how much you had to endure to win.

Three more minutes.

Unfortunately for you, Shouto was well aware of this, so he wasted no time.

Once again, he shoved you to the side. Your body crumpling onto the mattress, aching and sharp pains flooding your body as you lay there. Your clit throbbed in time with your heartbeat, and your inner thighs were coated entirely with your cum — both new and old. Maybe your body would be incapable of cumming at this point now? You sure hoped so… or not.

“Up,” Shouto commanded but gave you no autonomy since he grabbed your hair by the roots and tugged you onto your knees. You whimper in your throat at the stabbing pain settling in your lower body, you were still recovering from him rearranging your guts. But you caught sight of the cum he had released onto your back pressed all over the covers, and your breathing stopped.

“Shou— ack!!”

A collar locked around your throat, and you wheezed loudly; you hadn’t managed to catch your breath still. Your body swayed forward into his hold as your head spun due to the lack of oxygen, but Shouto seized you his eyes wide and worried as he stared at you.

“Shit, baby, are you okay?”

You nodded your head, oxygen slowly spreading back into your body.

“Sorry,” you hoarse, pushing away, your face burning with embarrassment. “You just surprised me.”

Shouto seemed unconvinced as his hands held onto your cheeks, his fingers stroking your sweat plastered hair out of the way, tracing your bruised lips and against the marks and bites on your exposed skin. The delicate touches are long forgotten on your skin, your lips sighing while he sends warm pulses from his fingers to the aches of your joints.

“You sure?”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved Shouto away, “I’m fine! You just made me spread your cum on Endeavor’s bed!”

Just like that, your loving boyfriend died, and the man who had been fucking you this entire day was back. His hands locked back to where the collar was, and your eyes nearly boggled out of your sockets when he tightened it more until it burned to breathe. But you remained calmed as a black leash appeared from seemingly nowhere and attached to the collar.

“Since you liked being choked so much, I might as well give you what you want without straining me.”

Your eyes widened, your ability to talk back removed.

“Now, ride my cock again,” he grins with the slightest hint sadistic, and as you move to do as instructed, he yanks at the leash. Falling onto your hands, your eyes widen while you stare at Shouto, who merely raises a cocky brow at you. “You have two minutes to make yourself cum.”

“I’m not going to,” you strain, the choking of the collar and the simple manipulation of your body already making that all too familiar heat spread upon your loins.

“You don’t have a choice,” Shouto mocks, his hand moving to grasp the leash centimeters from the collar and yanks your face close to his. But the movement is sharp and rough, the collar strangling you. You scramble on your hands and knees to get closer, stopping when his lips ghost over yours. “And you won’t have one until you’re begging me to fuck you into a puddle, not until you’re nothing more than my cum slut, and until you no longer care about dirtying Endeavors bed.”

The words are fire on your skin, and bubbling lust grows in you again.

There’s nothing to say except give a doe-eyed nod, but Shouto appreciates this submission as his lips take yours. They’re hungry, possessive, and ardent, moving against your mouth with fervent intention. Your mind slips when you straddle him, your soaked core brushing against his tip, and Shouto guides you back down onto his cock.

Your abused pussy had been through a lot, and a loud hiss passes through your teeth as you sunk all the way on him. Your teeth biting onto Shouto’s lip to control the pain-filled pleasure that corroded your body at the moment. It still felt so crazed, the sensation of your heartbeat in your inner walls shifting and hugging Shouto’s still throbbing head,

But the slowness is gone when Shouto pulls away. His hands on the leash as he yanks the cord up and back down.

“Follow my actions, “ Shouto warns, and you weakly nod.

His hand moves the leash back and forward, and the soreness of your cunt bleeds into your actions as you imitate him. Your rolling hips are slow, your hands pressing against his shoulders as you roll your hips against him. There’s a dark mutter from Shouto’s mouth when you lock eyes with him, and his nostrils flare. His hand suddenly grabs onto your waist, making you freeze in your decent back down onto his cock, but he beats you too it, for his cock rams into your dripping cunt. A shriek ripping from your throat as he pounds into you. Your fingers digging into his shoulders to hold onto for support.

“SHOUTO!” You shriek as he ruthlessly slams into you. His hips coming up so fast your body bounces with every thrust. Your moans tumble out in chokes, your face turning red as oxygen fails to fill your lungs. The thrusting is intense, and your hands on his shoulder are more of a lifeline; the bed is quick to move with your movements, the considerable bed groaning under the harsh actions. Its squeaks and tremors are loud in your ear alongside his insistent pounding.

“What’s that, whore?” He growls, his hips hammering into you at mind fogging speed. The leash on the collar being yanked to pull you closer; your bare and sweat-slick skin pressed against his. “What’s my fucking name?!”

“Sir!” you shriek as your pussy throbs around his pounding cock. You’re unable to even twirl your hips in rhythm with him. You were stuck to the lap, only able to feel his cock entering you at toe-curling speeds. “Oh my god, FUCK, please— I —shit!”

Words failed you miserably as Shouto’s hot and sweet tongue drags against your collarbone, his teeth burying into your primed skin as your eyes roll back.

Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm. One more minute.

“You take my cock so well,” Shouto grunts as he releases one hand from your waist and runs it down your navel to press against your clit. Your head throws back, your back arching further into his chest as you scream again. Your pussy clenching with no remorse around his cock. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Do you want to come now, slut?”

You can only shake your head, you didn’t want to cum; the pressure continues to build and build.

“I need to hear your words.”

“I don’t need to cum,” you sob out as your body trembles under his thrusting, you’re so close you see stars. “I don’t need to — sir, please, I can — oH SHIT!!!”

Shouto growls as his hand wraps around the leash, wrapping it around your bruised neck as he tightens the chokehold on you. You’re being strangled, and the air feels like its burning as it goes down your tightened passage, but your cunt throbs in excitement when he presses his mouth to your ear, “I don’t give a shit if you don’t need to cum, you’ll do it regardless.” Your mouth dropped open, your eyes crossing, and a loud whine emitted from you when his hand moved to pinch your nipple, and his mouth found a place on your sensitive nipple.

That’s all it takes, and you come hard around his dick, his name ripping through your abused body as he groans. His tongue lashes against your nipple, his teeth tugging at the pebbled skin all while he continues pummeling into you. Chasing after his own orgasm now.

You pant harshly, moving your hips against his own. Your pussy still twitching around his throbbing dick. You hear him expel a wavering sigh, and you can feel him come within you. The heated fluid fills you up, and he lets go of your sore breast; he collapses onto the bed with you landing on his chest.

“You lost,” he whispers after a moment of silence. Your breath picked up in a panic, you were fucked. “On your knees.”

You groan loudly when Shouto sits up, lifting you up with him, and you can feel the intermingled cum dripping out of you, falling onto your thighs. Your eyes flutter when Shouto kneels before you, his face victorious and poised as he undoes the collar against your throat. Although you took a full breath of air with every, inhale, your breathing is finicky as you’re terrified of what’s to come. You’re silent while watching Shouto make his way make to the no longer neat line of sex toys.

He grabs two things: the vibrator, spreader bar, and four of Endeavors’ ties.

Shouto rises to his feet as he walks back towards you, and while you hated doing this on Endeavors — now filthy — bed, your mouth opened.

“Close your mouth, whore,” Shouto chides, his arms above his head tying the colored fabric to the fan blades above the bed.

“What are you—?!”

“You care too much about making a mess for some selfish pig,” Shouto shrugs, he falls into a squat after securing the ties to the fan. There’s a dark and almost amused glint in his eyes when he stares at you. “Now, I’ll give you a reason to worry.”

Before you could protest, pull away, or scramble from the center of the bed, Shouto grabs your right hand and secures the tie around it.

“Shouto!” You panic when he succeeds in capturing both your wrists. Breathing sharply, you looked up at the flimsy blades that curved under the weight of your arms. If you moved to harshly, if you struggled against this punishment or collapsed too early, it would break. Oh, no… snapping your head behind you to where your boyfriend was relocking your ankles into the spreader bar. “Please, baby, I can’t do this!”

Shouto ignores you, and cold sweat runs through you at what’s to come, you wouldn’t be able to resist bringing your elbows down if the vibrator was pressed into your clit. How were you supposed to not wholly destroy Endeavors’ property?!

“S-Sir, think this through!” You begin to word vomit in your desperation while Shouto presses the vibrator against your right thigh, the smooth head holds against your clit, and he uses two more ties to secure it into place. “The bed is already a-a mess, I squirted! Twice! You came two times on the bed! Not to mention my saliva and the cum that’s dripping out of me! I can’t — we can’t break his fan!”

Shouto is unconcerned, his tongue tracing his teeth while mocking concern, “Then I guess you’ll have to work extra hard not to ruin more things in his room. Considering you care about that shit still.”

Your mouth opened to argue again, your body feeling like you needed to fight this because there was no way you were going to be able to last with your arms above your head, legs unable to come together, and a vibrator pulsating into your cunt. But as soon as you made your initial noise, Shouto turned on the vibrator to low.

The low buzz of the vibrator filled the room, and your mouth dropped in a silent scream. Your body was half numb already, having cum multiple times within the past hour was causing your body to convulse on occasion, but now with the vibrations being sent straight to your core, you felt on edge once again.

Trying to control your visible reaction, your hands gripped onto the cloth ties, your arms quivering as you try to keep from pulling down, and your hips thrusting subconsciously to the vibrations.

“S-Sir!” You sob as the slow and steady build in your belly was already growing. Your eyes locked on Shouto, who was a length away, his eyes gleaming in sadistic joy as his hand ran up and down his once again hardening cock. “P-Please, tie me to the bed! Not to Endeavor’s fan.”

The glint disappeared.

“You just won’t let me enjoy my fucking victory, will you?!”

You sucked in a harsh breath when you shifted your hips, the head of the vibrator brushing deliciously against your softly throbbing clit. You thrilled at the feeling of the vibrations on your clit, and your toes curled as your head fell forward. You needed to keep vigilante, you had to continue complaining so that Shouto would cave.

But you had completely forgotten about the ball gag.

“Open up.” Your head shakes no when Shouto holds the ball gag against your lips, there’s a warning noise. A dark growl emitted from his throat, and you feel your heart rate spike when his other hand roughly pinched in your cheeks. Your mouth opens against your will, and you splutter when his fingers shove into your mouth. You try to bite down on his fingers, but Shouto’s fingers turn ice cold making your mouth widen further, so then the gag was placed behind your teeth pressing into your tongue. You feel him lean against you, his lips by your ear as he whispers, “I don’t fucking remember asking.”

His hand lowers, and he amps up the vibration of the vibrator, and your body stiffens under the powerful waves. Being gagged was the worst, first drool always seeped past your lips with this particular gag on, and the uncomfortable pressure on your tongue sent your gag reflex flaring. Staring up at the ceiling, your noises were muffled at the source, staggering pleasure shooting through your veins as the medium vibrations made your long-abused cunt weep.

Your slick coated the head of the vibrator, and soaked you inner thighs, soaking the tie where it held contact with your skin. Your body spasmed as you sobbed in pleasure, your mind reeling and short-circuiting when your head dropped.

Focusing onto Shouto, your legs nearly gave out at the sight of your sweating and smirking boyfriend, his ears tinged with blush, and his fist stroking his huge cock. You wanted to have him slamming into you with the vibrator pressed into your clit, not this.

“Aren’t you having fun,” he pronounces slowly, his eyes — still dark with excitement and lust — dropped to your soaked thighs. “You look fucking delicious right now, princess.”

You clenched your core, the feeling of the vibrator only intensified, and you gagged when you tried to cry out. The feeling of your saliva pooling from your lips mortified you, your body twitching as Shouto only laughs again.

“I think we should go higher,” Shouto groans, his eyes momentarily closing as you assume a particularly gratifying shiver crawls down his spine. The muffled sounds of your disapproval only make his smirk more sinister when he abandons his own length and moves closer to you. Your eyes are wide, body attempting to shift away from him, but there was nowhere to go.

Air passed through your nose are heavy and sharp breaths, your chest hammering, and your puffy nerves throbbing while the vibrator continued powering into you.

“You’re so messy,” he drawls on his knees before you, his fingers touching the saliva coating your chin, and you sob in anticipation of what’s to come. He trails his fingers down your throat, the slickness of your saliva cold against your raw and bruised neck. “Maybe you don’t really care about fucking up scums bed, do you?”

You make a disapproving noise, your will holding on to a thread, and you vigorously shake your head. Shouto hums, his upper lip curling before his hand flattened and smacked your breast right on your nipple.

There was a loud crack when your arms pulled down, and you shrieked, your eyes trying to choose between focusing on Shouto and the fan blade you very much could have just broken. You whimper, your body twisting in an attempt to show submission, but Shouto isn’t done.

With an icy cold hand, he hits your aching and hot breast again and again and again. Your pained and pleasured wails muffled while you choke against the ball, and saliva pours from your mouth, your body trembling with excitement.

“Shut up,” he hisses, bringing his other hand to your face and striking you.

Your head slams to the side, the throbbing of your cunt intensifies with the burning of his handprint. Why did you like being slapped?! Saliva dribbles from your lips when you straighten back up. A now unignorable ache fills your arms from being in this tiresome position for a while now.

Everything felt like it was burning, sensations, and wantonness flooding your senses galore.  

“I forget you like this,” Shouto groans as his hands grope your breast. Pulling, kneading, gripping and pinching the soft and moldable flesh in his hands, Shouto grins at your whimpers and the soft groans of the fan above the two of you. “Break the fan, I dare you.”

Your eyes slam shut at those words, and they remained closed as his hot and cold hands trail down your torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your lips twitch, the involuntary action to bite down on your lip prohibited by the gag. He must have seen considering the teasing pinch to your ass.

It was then that you froze. He was flushed against you, and the feeling of his cock pressing into the bottom of your sternum. Shouto’s right hand snaked behind you, those fingers playing with your dripping sex, and his left hand skimmed down your right inner thigh, resting onto the switch that changed the vibrational power.

“Don’t worry, princess,” he speaks in a low tone, an arrogant tone to his voice, “I’ll make you cum again.”

There was no time to contemplate his actions, for the vibrator was turned onto the highest setting and pressed into your clit, and his fingers sunk into your sopping wet cunt.

Even with the ball gag, the shriek of being overstimulated was as loud. It was as if you didn’t have the gag on at all. Your arms lurched forward against your will, the fan creaking loudly as you fell onto Shouto. You trembled more than a leaf in a storm, his fingers pumping deliciously and savagely into you, leaving behind the squelching noise of your wet core. The buzzing of the vibrator clear and steady and his cock twitched between the two of your bodies.

Sobbing and drooling moans escaped the gag, and Shouto relished in his ability to manipulate your body like this. His teeth leaving nipping kisses against the broken skin he left minutes before.

But the feeling of his teeth against your aggravated skin, the sensation of the powerful vibrations against your clit, and how he was still so responsive to you was nothing against his pistoning fingers dragged against that particular spot in your walls. His fingers scraped and slammed against your g-spot, and you felt your vision give way as a powerful force crashed through you.

You had squirted again, only that it seemed to last forever this time. Your lower body throbbing in its wake.

Your head collapsed against his shoulder, and when your vision came back, it was hazy and swam in your eyes. Whether Shouto had noticed or not, he still was slamming his fingers within your cunt with such intensity that — alongside the still buzzing vibrator — pressure built again within you. Heat seeped through you, and tears fell from your eyes when you came again.

Everything felt lethargic when Shouto removed his knuckle deep fingers from your sopping cunt, his tongue lapping away any of your essence remaining on his fingers. With a long pause, he finally turned off the vibrator.

Your breathing was shallow, your head spinning while he removed the bondage from your wrists and ankles. Collapsing onto your face, you felt your slick running thick on your thighs, mixing with the sweat that soaked your skin too.

Good god, were you exhausted.

“You broke the fan,” Shouto murmured.

Shrieking against the gag, adrenaline shot through your veins as you looked up. The fan blade had visible cracks in it, and your jaw dropped further.

Oh, fuck!

“Still haven’t learned,” he sighs, shaking his head. “That’s okay, you’ve always been a stubborn bitch.”

You whimper in agreement, your leg shifting so that you could feel the wet puddle you had made this time around. However, there was no time to relax.

Shouto grabbed you by your armpits and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Choking, you stared at him startled. There was no use in asking what was happening; Shouto bent your knees and wrapped two ties around each leg. One holding your ankle and upper thigh together, and the other one near your knee.

“Good,” Shouto approved, walking back to the side of the bed where the toys lay. Though soreness struck your body, you rose to your elbows and watched Shouto grab the fuck machine before returning to the bedside. “Because you squirted.” He says with a coy smile, lining the dildo to your exposed pussy and thrusting it in.

Your body slammed back down against the bed at the slickness of the dildo. You were so used to Shouto’s cock that the dildo was foreign as it buried within you.

“Now,” he sighs as he turns on the machine. Immediately the fuck machine blows into your tight and slippery cunt, your eyes rolling backward at the mere sensation of the speed it was at, and a loud mewl leaves your throat. His fingers snuck behind your head, unfastening the gag, and is removed with a saliva string, and a sob croaked through your voice as your mouth was finally free. “Suck my dick.”

With your head past the edge of the mattress, and the height lining you near perfectly to Shouto’s cock, he slides his cock into your sore throat. But ever so eager, Shouto wastes no time starting his conquest.

You try to keep up with the momentum of the toy and his viciously thrusting hips, your hips snapping against the toy despite its insane speed. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you choke against his cock. Shouto chuckles, his hands kneading your breasts, his moans tight and low, it had been a while since the last time he came.

“Look at you, so desperate,” Shouto chuckles, his fingers tweaking your hard nipples. “So fucking needy.”

The words ignite a fire within you, and your legs tremble in unspoken glee. You wanted him to fuck you until you were nothing less than a mess. You needed him to give you his cock instead of this stupid fucking machine — wait…

Your eyes widened when you realized the extent to your thoughts.

Fuck Endeavor, you thought, a shiver rolling down your spine. Your boyfriend was giving you the best dick down of your life, and you were too preoccupied with foolish worry! Shouto promised he was going to be cleaned up. You wanted Shouto, you needed him. Maybe you were whipped.

Your arms shot out, gripping the back of Shouto’s thighs as you willed him closer. Your jaw widening; you let hot breaths of air expelled from your mouth. You could feel Shouto peering down on you, but rolling your hips against the machine that was making your stomach bulge with every slam of its rod, your tongue lashed against his swollen head. Shouto’s thighs clench when your mouth sucks against the head of his cock, your tongue pressing flat against the tip.

“Did someone finally fucking wake up?” Shouto grunts, his hips moving with more unrestraint into your mouth.

Making a pleasant sound, you hollowed your cheeks out and tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. Delighting at the harsh curse, you guided him further in.

One of his hands is soon braced on the fuck machine between your legs, but the other is tangled in your hair, pulling it and twisting it as he wishes. He’s pulling hard enough to hurt, enough so that you can choke against him, the angle and the position on your back already increasing the likeliness of that happening.

Shouto’s grip on your hair tightens, and he realizes that you’re keeping up impeccably. His dance between aggression and concupiscence is too much for you to keep up with. You don’t have time to tease his length with your tongue; he steers his cock further down your throat. You don’t bother to hide how satisfied you are by his action as you relax your throat and hollow your cheeks against the length of his snapping cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips bucking forward, he can’t stop himself from demanding more. You don’t mind; you open wider to take more of him in, and his cock thrusts further down your throat. He’s now panting, in his desperation, judging from the strangled sound he makes as you take him even deeper. “You take my cock so good, princess.”

He was doing this for you, despite everything that could happen to him after this night was done. Shouto loved you enough to tarnish his dad’s room with you. The thought makes you moan, and you wiggling trying to take him deep enough now that he must be able to feel the vibrations from your throat because that makes him hiss out another curse. He’s shaking with the effort of slamming his cock down your throat and holding the machine.

The raw, primal, and wet noises of his cock entering and leaving your throat are maniacal, added onto that is the dildo penetrating your sopping cunt again. The pressure is back, and it’s settled deep in your lower belly, and you want to cum more.

He’s underestimating you, however; you could take him in all power and length he could muster. You know that as you begin bobbing your head despite the backwardness of your position. Digging your fingernails into his ass, you silently letting him know that you’re okay, and he understands.

Shouto grunts, bending his knees as he begins to face fuck you with no remorse. It’s savage, uncontrolled, and brutal. Your choking noises music to both your ears; he doesn’t let up, only snapping his hips faster, harder, rougher. Your eyes begin to roll backward at the force, his balls slapping you in the face with every slam of energy.

But you like — you lust — the sensation of the raw and primitive fucking he was giving you, and you felt your hips rising off the bed when your walls begin to clamp against the insanely moving dildo. Yet, when you shifted higher, his hands slammed down against your hips, keeping you down, and you cry around his cock.

“Take my fucking cock like the slut you are,” he snarls, taking giant thrusts until his cock is completely buried in your throat, your nose pressed into his balls. Your tongue still revolves around the veins in his cock while you grip his ass. You choke against him, the noise music to his ears, while your legs spasm as your orgasm is hitting you.

“Y/n,” he manages to get out through gritted teeth. “Fuck, y/n. You—” He cuts himself off with another groan as the tip of his cock hits so far down your throat you feel your neck bulge.

There’s a brief moment of panic as you struggle to breathe. The force a but more than you expected, but you relax, getting yourself to calm back down. But then you inhale through your nose and force your throat to rest until you can take him all in, the oxygen burning as it made its way past his cock in your throat. Not long after that, Shouto lets out a long, loud groan when his seed shoots down your throat.

It burns, and to your horror, you find yourself unable to take the sheer force of his load and the fact that he just seemed to keep unloading within you. Uncontrollable panicked coughing and choking rattle your throat while Shouto is still balls deep in you. The second he removes his cock from your throat, you shoot up, your core throbbing, and your airway burning as cum drips out from your nose.

You continue hacking, the bitter taste of cum scorching your throat, and you continued to rub cum from your nose. It burned and hurt to breathe. Turning your head towards Shouto, who turned off the fucking machine, his eyes were locked on you already, a grin on his face while he ran a hand through his hair.

“That was hot,” Shouto rustles, running the flat of his thumb against your upper lip, smearing his cum against your skin.

“That fucking hurt!” You snap, throwing his hand off your face, a fire exploding under your skin because you were more embarrassed than anything. You enjoyed the feeling of his cum coming out of your nose, but you weren’t about to admit it!

“I don’t care,” Shouto perversely informs you, his hands taking you cheeks and twisting you towards him before his lips press against yours.

His lips are libidinous against yours, his mouth opening as he coaxed you to join him in this affair. His kiss was bruising, his teeth knocking against yours when hot and breathless puffs of air exchanged between your mouths. The heated pressure does nothing to ease the burning in your throat, only intensifying the pain while you dig your fingers into his back, leaving crescent marks and bloodied tears behind. The pain does not deter Shouto, not even a little bit. There’s an approval growl emitting from his throat and his tongue soon pressed against yours, and you resisted the sharp moan threatening to leave while his muscle danced with yours.

“Stop holding it in,” he grunts, “make everyone know that you’re being fucked.”

The next noise to escape your mouth is a loud mewl when Shouto sucks against your own tongue, his eyes ablaze while he stares down at you, victory and lust in his eyes.

“Where should I fuck you next?” He asks, his body pressing you down into the mattress, ignoring your pained hisses for your legs were still bound. His fingers dig into your breasts, pinching at the edges of your areola instead of your nipple. Your fingers dug deeper into his skin when you sob at the teasing. “How does that filthy little cunt of yours want to be ruined next?”

“In his chair!” you cry in gluttony, your body thrashing and reaming against his touch. “Fuck me in his chair, sir!”

“Look at that, maybe the slut can learn,” Shouto grins into your skin, the tracing movements salacious, and he stands. You’re weightless when Shouto scoops you from the bed, his hands supporting your tender ass. Mindlessly, your mouth nibbles against his throat, leaving purple hickies in your wake while he collects more items.

The taste of his salty sweat invades your senses, your tongue lapping, and circling against his skin while Shouto gave no attention towards your actions. He merely dumped you onto the cool leather of Endeavors desk chair, and you arched in pain.

“Now, now,” he ruthlessly grabbed the ties on your legs. He slides them off with such amoral strength your skin throbs in his wake. Your legs, finally free, slam to the ground, and you let out a fervid noise as you stare up at your boyfriend, whose stomach is taut and sheened with sweat. “I thought you liked pain.”

“You haven’t been giving me any,” you sneer, your tongue dragging against your bottom lip.

Rage fills his eyes, and he chuckles depravedly, “Okay, brat.”

Grabbing your hips, he drags you on the chair so that your ass barely remains on the cold leather. Shoving you down by your chest, the wind is knocked out of you, and you heave when he grabs onto your ankles. With a familiar tightness and the strain of having your knees under your shoulders, the spreader bar is placed behind the chairs back, keeping you trapped to the chair.

You’re folded in half, and his hand pressed onto your stomach before he began to tie your arms and thigh down. Two ties to secure your wrist into place, two ties to secure your thighs into place. The position — being placed into an ‘L’ shape — prohibited you from breathing correctly as your inflexibility flashed through your muscles.

“Oh my god,” you breathe while Shouto presses the back of the chair into the desk for additional support. Your wrists throbbed with the loss of blood circulation, and Shouto stood before you, his hand fisting himself.

“Hard to breathe?” He mocks, his cock now fully erect again.

“Make me stop breathing, pussy,” you challenge unwavering.

“God, I was hoping you’d say that,” he smirked, grabbing the top of the chair, and placing his feet by the side of the bed, he rammed himself into your cunt.

There was nothing for you to do except pathetically howl when he slammed into your cervix, your body tied so tight to the chair any other action was stopped.

“You’re so fucking tight like this,” Shouto hisses, but you could hardly tell the difference with the way he pummels his cock deep within you. Perfectly hitting the back of your wall every time.

His girth was stretching you out far more than you could seem to remember, his thrusts were urgent as they were voracious, slamming deep into you with every second, scrambling your mind with every shift. But, he didn’t gag you, and you weren’t one to give in.

“It’s because you n-never fuck me r-rIGHT!”

His left fingers slammed into your mouth, his fingers touching the back of your throat as you choked against him in your surprise. Tears watered in your eyes, and his fingers dug into your spongy muscle, making you gag even more laborious.

It already hurt to breathe, with the sensation of his cum still falling from your nose, the angle of which you were tied up, and his finger in your throat, you began to panic. Your eyes close, your throat relaxing immediately to let things be okay. But as soon as you regain your breath, you feel your core throb in how much you liked that. Tears flow down your cheeks, your eyes locked on Shouto, who’s scorching you with his sight.

“I thought you were going to tap out,” he taunts, and your tongue pushes up against his fingers, your throat humming lowly to control the insistent gag at the back of your throat. “You’re crying, and yet you’re still so defiant.”

You tilt your head up, alleviating the pressure of his fingers in your throat, and still looking like a brat.

But his cock brushes against your g-spot and your eyes nearly bug out in ecstasy for his right-hand wraps around your neck. His cock still slams into you with speed and power, the oxygen in your body being denied with his tight grip around your neck, his fingers beginning to thrust within your mouth emulating a cock, and the chair starts to squeak with every movement.

Your ass pathetically rises off the chair, a desperate attempt to move in time with his drilling cock. Both of you delirious under your overstimulation and refusal to stop until there was evidence for years that the two of you fucked in Endeavors’ room. His grip around your neck soon became bruising, where his fingertips were burned you, but you cared not. His cock was stretching you out in shameless thrill, the angle only increasing the pleasure buzzing through you. Your eyes cross over in your elation, and you splutter when his fingers leave your throat, moving to press cold and wet figure-eights onto your clit.

“Fucking take my cock,” he growls.

Your head nods, the heated pressure in your belly scorching. Your walls clamp down against his hammering cock, but it doesn’t slow him down, only encouraging him to increase his speed and strength until the chair creaked against your weight. The sopping noises of your meeting sex filled your ears, and you moaned loudly, your teeth biting down onto your lip.

It takes his cock brushing against your g-spot for your legs to slam forward, your arms nearly succeeding in destroying endeavors ties as you try sitting up as your orgasm slams through you.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You scream hoarsely. Your scream only increases in great thrill when you feel the chair snap under the force of his fuck. But Shouto ignores it, his hips continuing to drill into you, his hand clamping tighter against your neck, cutting off your voice. Shouto isn’t done yet, after all.

His hands move to grip the exposed back of your thighs, his grip bruising your supple skin. He slams into you faster, his cock continuing unaffected by your convulsing walls. There are no other noises except your wet cunt meeting his cock, your shrieks of approval, and Shouto’s heavy breathing as he continues to drive into you. His body is giving you unreplicable sensations, and your body only making Shouto stammer and curse loudly.

His lips find yours, and there is nothing to say, the kiss is messy, more teeth than anything. Saliva passed between the two of you without care, as he chases his orgasm. His brutal pace continues, your name growled from your throat, until one last thrust and one final clamp from your cunt sends him over.

He pulls out as soon as he cums, his seed slipping down from your slit, tickling your tight ass and dripping onto the chair and the floor.

Your eyes are barely opened; you try to peer at Shouto, who is pressing his right hand to his forehead.

“You cheat,” you rasp, knowing that he had successfully cooled his body down.

He smiles at you wickedly, choosing to ignore you before walking back.

“Look at that,” Shouto whispers, bending down so that his face is level with your cunt and ass. “Can’t have anything not falling onto Endeavors things getting out of you…”

His finger pushes his cum back into your sore cunt, and you sharply breath when he pats your cunt.

“You want me to have your babies,” you tease, and he remains silent, dragging his fingers down the center of your pussy. His breathing teases your sensitive flesh, and you feel yourself clench when he pulls his fingers lower than where he usually goes. Soon, his fingers trace around your puckered asshole.

“S-Sir,” you pant, your chest rising as far up as you could in this position, and your eyes widened when he looked up at you.

“Have you ever wanted to try anal?”

Your mouth drops when the pad of his finger teases your other entrance, and your thighs shook while you remained silent.

His opposite hand struck your ass sharply, your body thrashing as it stung against your unprepared skin.

“Answer me.”

“Y-Yes!”

“Yes, what?!”

“I want your cock in my ass!”

Your boyfriend’s quirk did not involve speed; in fact, without his quirk, he was not that fast. Sure he was athletic and adequately trained, but in comparison to those on the Hero field, if you took away quirk usage, he was barely above average. But there were times that you believed he was incredibly fast, and this was one of those moments.

You found your face, chest, and knees buried back into the mattress, your back arched so much you swore you would need a spine replacement after this, and the ties and spreader bar were gone.

His fingers slide between your folds, lathering in your essence. A low groan left your lips at the feeling, and you quivered when Shouto’s hands spread your ass cheeks.

“B-Be gentle,” you whimper when he presses the pad of his forefinger against your pert hole. Your ass tightened instinctively, and Shouto huffed but pressed his finger in. A weird full pain shot through you when the tip of his finger entered your rectum, your ass squeezing against his finger, trying to deny him entrance.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, his other hand massaging your ass cheek, trying to calm your instincts to let him in.

Your fingers dig into the comforter, the still wet fabric from your multiple orgasms was cold under your heated fingers. But something cold splashed against your ass, and you shook, demanding to know what it was.

“Lube,” he answers, a smirk evident in his tone as his fingers leave your asshole. A soft groan exhales from your breath at him exiting your ass, and soon enough, his finger returns to your puckered tight hole. The feeling of his fingers pushing in you to his first knuckles sends your ass flying backward toward him, a desperate and idiotic way of getting him further in.

It was a weird feeling, almost reminiscent to the first time you had sex, only completely different. It made your head spin in a frenzied way and felt backward but in a way where you needed more.

“You like this,” he laughs, his lips pressing against your spine. Your head nods, you’re unable to speak as his fingers push into you and pull back out. It’s a slow and chilling movement that fills your asshole and makes you dizzy.

“Shit,” you breathe, your body rattling, your ass rolling against his fingers.

“Are you ready for my cock, whore?” He asks, and you whine in response. His hand grips your ass, and his finger curls within you. You loudly call out his name, feeling your body turning weak as you lay there, a slave to his manipulation. His manipulation of your ass sends warm liquid falling down your thighs, shining against your skin as his hand smacks your inner thigh, and he relishes in your high pitched squeal. “You finally cave to anal when I’m fucking you here. Is this what you wanted all along?”

Your eyes clamp shut as his fingers exit your ass, and you only manage a panting groan in response. There’s a soft ripping noise before a package hits your face.

Your eyes open to see a condom package sitting by your face, its empty, and you shift your head to stare at Shouto who’s unraveling the condom on his cock.

“You haven’t used those in a while,” you remark snidely, your eyes glowing with amusement as he locks onto you, his eyes rolling.

“I remember a certain someone begging for me to put it in her raw,” he smoothly states, lube in his hands now, and he applies a lot on the smooth condom. “Besides, you want my cock up your ass, you don’t get to play that card right now.”

“Yeah, well — oHMY GOD!”

Shouto, without warning, presses the head of his cock within your asshole. It stretches you out disgustingly, sharp pain throbbing in your ass and cunt as he settles within you. Despite his cock halfway buried within your ass, it’s your pussy that weeps. Your slick runs rampant down your inner thigh, falling onto the bed top. Shouto’s fingers dig into your waist, the both of you breathing heavy at this new feeling.

Slowly, his fingers move to your breast and your nipples, and with the smallest nod from you, he begins.

In and out, he moves, his hips moving faster than a manageable speed, and your eyes welled with tears at the constipated feeling in your asshole. His fingers tweak and pull at your clit and nipple, savagely teasing them, uncaring that your cries left drooling puddles on the bed. His thrusting movements became quicker, harder, and more solid until a familiar sensation of his balls slapping your skin burned your mind.

“More,” you beg against the sheets, drool coating your cheek, your body nothing more than his fuck toy. “Fuck my asshole harder.”

Shouto merely growls, the pinch on your clit, making your hips buck against his cock, and he began to barbarically slam into you. It was as if it was your pussy and not your ass he was drilling into.

Your body shifts with his every movement, your slick pouring from your cunt, and he let go of your nipple. In your crazed state, you sob at the loss of contact, but his hand strikes against your soaked cunt with a loud sound. The force alone nearly sends your eyes flying open, your vision blurring when his finger dive into your sex.

His fingers work at double the speed of which his hips slam into you. His fingers pushing the limits of your velvet walls; he curls his fingers against your walls, dragging them deliciously against your clenching heat. Then there was his cock, and at times the thin walls that separated his fingers and his cock brushed together, sending you into a new frenzy while you sobbed his name.

Begging for more, begging to come.

“You already need to come?!” He snaps, his hips not at all weak, and you moaned loudly, knowing that he was nowhere close. “Then come you, filthy bitch, I just started, and you need to come!”

“I-It feels so fucking good,” you garble, your jaw unable to move for its slack against the mattress, electrifying pleasure singing your nerves, and with a loud smack to your pussy, you come hard against his fingers, splashing against the bed top.

There’s no time wasted; Shouto pulls himself from your ass and shoves you onto your back again. There’s no fightback, no attitude, from you. Without being forced to, your legs are brought to your chest while Shouto discards the condom onto the bed.

“Aren’t you so fucking enthusiastic, getting all ready for me without asking,” Shouto grins, his hands grabbing your legs right below your ankle. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you right now?”

“Y-You’re going to fill me up with your cum,” you stammer for he pushes your legs slowly towards you, the stretch in your muscles overwhelming for your sore body. “You’re going to give me your babies.”

“What else?” He taunts, the top of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“B-Breed me like the bitch I am, sir!” Your cry, wanting nothing more than his cock to bury all nine inches in you.

“Come for me one more time, and I’ll make sure to fill you until you’re dripping with my semen for an entire week,” Shouto promises, and his hips slam within you.

Your knees are buried within the mattress by your head, your feet curling and pressing against each other.  Shouto lays on top of you, the penetration deep, and his hands gripping yours. The weight of having him on you is exhilarating, and for the first time this night, his lips press hungrily against yours while ball deep within you.

His cock slams against the wall of your cervix repetitively while his lips overwhelm you. Each slam into you is massive and powerful. Powerful enough to have you sobbing into his mouth while he kisses you, his hands clutching your smaller ones in his.

Again and again, he slams into you. His thrusts knocking the wind out of you until you release his hands and find yourself digging your fingers into his back, crying out his name desperately while his teeth find a home on your neck, sinking into flesh he had long ago broke. The powerful pounding of his cock makes you keen, your hips jerking up to meet his, but you’re useless against his downward thrusts.

“Impregnate me, sir,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, “breed me, please!”

“You’ll be full of my fucking kids in no time, your cute belly will be round with my kid,” he snaps, his cock throbbing within your pussy, and loud echoing slaps fill the room. Your nails claw at his back, marking him in multiple places with clean four red lines.

You couldn’t take the feeling of how his body moved perfectly within you, the strength and power behind his every move were almost too natural as if this was an everyday thing. You let out noises reasonably similar to a purr, grinding your cunt against his conquesting cock and laughing breathlessly at his low groan.

“You like this, whore?” Shouto nips at your throat, his thrusts making you shriek out his name as he buries you further into the bed, your nails digging into his flesh. “You like the way my cock fills your pussy the same way it did that pretty little ass?” You nod rapidly, your eyes closed, your mouth open, your pants tumbling from your mouth. Your sanity was lying on a string, his actions the reasons for your downfall.

His leverage was small, but every thrust seemed to have his cock being pulled out of you nearly completely. Before he drilled back into your pussy. The noises of your connecting wet sex left loud echo with your squelching pussy around his hot cock.

The muscles on his back seemed to flare dramatically, your screams turning silent due to your approval of this.

“You like the way I fuck your pussy? The way that I’ll fill you with my seed for days to come?” he growls into your ear, his hips inhumanly slamming into you.

“I need you to breed me,” you sob, the fire in your face as bright and hot as the one between your legs. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours, and his lips recapture yours.

Your mind goes blank when a mighty crash goes through you. But Shouto must not have felt the familiar spastic clamping of your inner walls as he continues pistoling his hips into you, hitting your cervix, and pushing it further up with every slam. You cry against his mouth, your hands shoving at his shoulders as the feeling of your orgasm was too strong to deny, and he slips out of you.

You squirt wildly, your juices going everywhere, wetting his groin area, and splashing against the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he growls, and once again slams into you.

Your scream is silent, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your fingers digging into his neck, and your toes curl. His hips are driving, persistent, and have a goal in mind. You can barely keep up with him, your long overstimulated body wanting to collapse at the seams, but he doesn’t stop.

The bed creaks loudly under you, headboard crashing into the wall, over and over again.

“Cum, sir,” you beg, your hips wildly thrashing against his. “Please, fill me with your seed!”

That’s all it takes, and a hot and heavy load shoots through you, and Shouto collapses onto you at the same time the bed falls. Neither one of you reacts as gravity shifts you both slightly downwards, but your mind is too full of Shouto to care. His body twitching while his cock remains hard within you, the feeling of his cum swimming in your cunt, making your head spin with euphoria.

Drowsiness hits you quickly, and Shouto’s body heat is quickly putting you to sleep.

He pulls out of you gently, and the feeling of his cock no longer in you makes you whimper, your nose burying into his neck as he flips the two of you over so that you’re laying on his chest. His hands send warm and cooling waves through your body, helping soothe the aches in your tired body.

Who knew Endeavor was the key to making Shouto lose control. Maybe you needed to get him to fuck you on this bed more often now.

You can feel the cum seeping from your cunt, and Shouto must have too, for he scooped it back in with his fingers, and you chuckled at the feeling of his warm fingers against your seizing cunt. This was nice, you loved this.

“I didn’t go too overboard, did I?” He asks, his voice small given that he saw the blood that trailed down your neck and the raised handprints on your ass.

“No,” you say, your hands running down his muscled sides. “Not at all, I really enjoyed this, sir.”

Your words are teasing, and the two of you chuckle as silence overtakes the two of you.

“I love you, y/n,” he whispers, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“I love you, too, Shouto,” you mumble, your eyes fluttering closed, sleep consuming you.

You don’t remember anything else, only that you woke up the next morning in your bed, your body is strewn with purple bruises, red hickies, and handprints on your body, wearing nothing but Shouto’s shirt and your panties.

“Good morning beautiful,” his voice greets you, and you sigh, soreness rampaging your body.

“Good morning, my love.”

Bonus!

Endeavor walked into his house at three in the morning, the strains of a late night at work had truly exhausted him.

Shouto, who he had asked to take care of his house for only two hours had stayed much later. His son had informed him that he left ten minutes before he arrived. It was too bad, Endeavor thought, he wasn’t able to get back on time to see his son and girlfriend. Tossing his case to the floor, Endeavor was ready for bed.

Trudging through his house, he was quick to realize how humid the house was when he neared his room. His eyebrows scrunched, his attention on alert as he threw open the door, the lights and fan turned on by mistake.

CRASH!

Endeavors’ eyes widened at the sight of the cum-stained bed, the ruined sheets, the slanted chair, and his bed being held together by ice. His eyes locked on the fan blade that fell from its place; it was cracked entirely in the middle. There was no denying that his room was wholly and disgustingly used, and for what?! His stupid kid didn’t ever need to stay!

“SHOUTOOOOOO!”

[frostedfaves]

Earned It

Masterlist

Pairing: dom!Rosa Diaz x sub!fem!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Rosa, and she has one for you.

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, minors blocked if caught interacting!), dom/sub, overstimulation, penetration, sex toy use, daddy kink, choking, marking, unedited fic bc I’m lazy

A/N: this smutty little thing here was very much inspired by some asks I received last night on @frostedfavesnsfw that I’m very grateful for, and please continue to send your wildly kinky thoughts. I would love to do some more kinky wlw shit and also I just love reading them lmao

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Rosa made her way through the door of your shared apartment, her brow raising as she took in the scene before her while turning the lock and setting her bike helmet near the coat rack. The place seemed dark aside from the two lamps on either end of the couch, and you’d left a shot of alcohol on the coffee table with a note that read “catch up to me!”. She shook her head with a chuckle and drank it in one go.

“Baby, what’s this all about?” she called out after clearing her throat, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh.

“Just welcoming you home properly!”

You emerged from the darkness into the living room as music began to flow from the speaker in the corner of the room, and if Rosa hadn’t set the shot glass back down when she was done, she would’ve accidentally smashed it in her fist. Her eyes widened as you came into view wearing nothing but her favorite leather jacket, the one you’d purchased on her birthday months ago, and her jaw tensed as she came to terms with just how much she loved seeing you in her clothes.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” she practically growled, watching as you skipped over to straddle her with a grin and digging her sharp nails into your thighs once you were settled. “This all for me?”

“Happy anniversary!” You leaned in to kiss her, sliding your hands into her hair as hers shifted to grab onto your waist. “What do you think?”

“I think we won’t be leaving this apartment for a while.”

She moved her head to attach her lips to your neck instead, sucking and licking the skin near your clavicle in a way that had you bucking your hips against her, but you pulled away with a gasp when you felt a bulge beneath you.

“You thought you were the only one that planned something?” she teased with a smirk, grabbing your hips and guiding you to grind against it again and chuckling as she watched you give in. “You want it already, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” you rasped as your eyes fluttered closed, holding onto her jacket as she continued to guide you in the rhythm she set.

“That’s it, keep going. Let me hear you.”

Even with the loss of her touch, you continued to rub against the bulge in her jeans, forcing yourself not to muffle the sounds that escaped. You felt her palms rubbing against your back as she slipped under the jacket, pushing you forward and holding you in place as she began to mark up the skin between your breasts, eventually turning her attention to your nipples. You arched into her more as she took her time with each one, wrapping her lips around it and soaking it with her tongue in a way that seemed to measure up to the mess you were creating in her lap.

“Please fuck me,” you whined, slowing down because you could feel yourself about to cum, and you didn’t want to suffer the consequences doing so without permission on your anniversary. “Please, Daddy, I need you.”

“I know you do, kitten.”

You sat up as she unbuttoned her jeans and freed the impressively sized length, allowing her to grab your hip again to help you sink down on it slowly. Your breath caught a bit when you realized she was only halfway in, and you still had so much more to go.

“Come on, baby, you can do this. You’re taking me so well, just a little bit more.”

A whine that you may be embarrassed of if your mind wasn’t so damn fuzzy escaped you, turning into a low groan when you finally reached the bottom of the toy. Your eyes finally peeled open to meet Rosa’s, whining a bit more when you realized she wasn’t moving.

“You’re gonna fuck yourself, princess. Go on, I know you want to.”

You paused for a moment to make sure she wasn’t testing you before slowing raising yourself a bit and lowering again, repeating the motion until you had a good rhythm going. Rosa watched your breasts as they bounced along with your actions, occasionally thrusting up into you in a way that caused you to stutter in your own movements, a grin forming at the way your eyes watered while you scrambled to bring yourself back on track. Her eyes lingered on the scattered bruises she’d painted along your neck and chest, fingers holding onto the smooth leather of her jacket partially covering you and she couldn’t resist any longer.

You yelped in surprise when a sudden motion had you on your back on the couch, and a guttural moan fell from your lips when Rosa adjusted to the new position and began fucking into you deeper than you’d been able to get yourself off. Your moans grew in volume as she set a rough pace with her hips, getting cut off when the hand that wasn’t holding her up wrapped around your throat.

“You look so fucking good under me like this,” she growled out, tightening her grip a bit. “You’re mine, you hear me? Say it.”

“I’m yours!” you squeaked out, your eyes rolling back as far as they could manage to go and your legs beginning to shake as they squeezed around her. “I’m gonna--”

“I know, baby, come on. Give it to me.”

You couldn’t even count the number of thrusts that passed before you were suddenly seeing stars behind your eyelids, arching your back off the cushions and being pushed back down as Rosa kept up her relentless pace inside of you until she got you to cum again, hitting a spot deep that you never know you had until she was poking it over and over again. By the time you hit your third peak, your toes were cramping up from being curled up for so long, and you were breathlessly begging her to stop while holding her in place with your legs because she was fucking you all too well.

“There you go, princess.” 

She shushed you as she finally slowed down after your fourth orgasm, wiping away the tears headed for your hairline and leaning down to pepper kisses along your cheeks, nose and forehead as you caught your breath. She massaged her thumbs into your sides until you could properly inhale again, shushing you again as you whimpered while she pulled out of you and setting the ruined toy aside as she went to grab water for the two of you.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as she helped you sit up, leaning against her with your eyes barely opened as you drank from the glass.

“How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore, but I’m sure you knew that.” You gave her a weak smile as she snorted.

“Yeah, I figured. I’ll be right back.”

She held your jaw in place as she left a few more kisses on your cheek and hairline, helping you lie against the couch before getting up to go run a bath for the two of you. A grin formed on her lips when she turned on the bathroom light and saw the bubble bath bottle beside the tub and rose petals arranged carefully around the edge. She got the water running and the bath started, heading into the bedroom next to grab loungewear for the two of you and folding it carefully to place on the bed. Underneath your pile of clothing, she placed a ring that you’d picked out yourself months earlier without even realizing.

Seeing you wearing her clothes and showcasing marks she made herself only made one thing abundantly clear. She couldn’t wait for you to be hers forever.

[1tad0ri]

PLS IM SUCH A SLUT FOR ITADORI😫😫I JUST WANT HIM TO RAIL ME WHILE HES WHINING AND WHIMPERING TO GET ME TO CUM WITH HIM🥺he’s such a pretty boy😭but like okay—what kinks do you think he’d have? idk if you’ve done something like this but—i just wanna know if he’d have a few or a lot. i just KNOW he’s a whore for praise and reassurance🥺but fr tho how many kinks do you think he’d have and what kinks would they be?

sorry bestie but i’m a slut for him and i just wanna know this for research purposes😳👉👈and like you write really good and i just love to read what you wrote about yuuji🥺

hi bestie 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 the way idk anything abt actual kinks 😁🤝 haha... sus. anyway let’s brainstorm and do our best

yes to the praise omfg biggest slut behavior ever, get a hold of urself yuuji 🙄✋ anyway he’s a big BITER he’s just... chomp chomp bye suddenly you can’t go outside without a turtleneck anymore, he really likes marking you up ☺️ like yes it’s partly a “wanting to show ur all his” type of thing but also he’s like “🥺 ur so pretty like that 🥺” smh

probably likes public sex. idk he just really loves you and he always wants you and he promises he’ll be quiet and come on, he really really needs you, so how can you say no? he seems like a big giver too tbh, likes to have your legs shaking around him. speaking of that: overstimulation (for both of you)—sometimes keeps going when he’s fucking you just to overstim himself and he’s panting above you, his breathing is so heavy against your face, and you can tell his brain is numb right now from the way he’s pressing his forehead to yours with his eyes squeezed closed or how he’s nibbling at the crook of your neck to keep himself sane. he likes doing this to himself (even better if you do it, but anyway) and when you’re telling him “yuuji, yuuji, too much—” he finally, finally lets up.

not sure if it counts as a kink but he’s obviously really into messy sex. he’ll worry about clean up later—he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get you to cum how he wants. you think it’s embarrassing how you look all ruined like this but he’s so in love with it, thinks it is very hot 😁 and then he sees you the next day dressed all prim and proper and he’s like... MWAH all that beauty is like a hidden gem (because you’re pretty anyway but there’s something about the way you glow when you’re in his bed)

maybe exhibition + voyeurism. gives me mutual masturbation vibes. god, you’re so, so pretty, he can’t believe it’s all for him to see how you get yourself off. he likes the tension of just watching each other and then that point when it gets to be too much for both of you and he reaches over to replace your hand with his or you so graciously lean over to thumb his slit for him and squeeze him (he throws his head back and groans so loudly—not a quiet guy at all <3). just the build up to that moment is his favorite. when you start that you both know where it’s going tbh and you rarely end up getting yourselves off through masturbating in that situation because you can’t keep your hands off of each other—but it’s fun while it lasts and makes you want him all the more badly

idk itadori probably isn’t into anything too heavy (or at least he thinks so) but honestly his kink is doing whatever you want lmao 😁 he’s so willing bro </3 and then you tell him about something you’re into that he’s never tried before, or when you’re in the middle of it after he agrees and he truly takes in what’s really going on, his pupils just kind of dialate and he’s hit with a realization like “oh— oh. i actually like this.”

this is the part where i pretend to know what i’m talking about: maybe????? into (light? idk...) bondage. for either of you honestly but just think about him tied up a little w those pretty muscles 😁 maybe blindfolds... if ur feeling spicy. maybe if u like it he’d be open to wax play (?) idk. also those massages with like... lots of oil??? IDK IF THERE’S A NAME bye idk if that’s even a kink. anyway, ties into the messy concept + he loves the build up when he’s kneading your soft skin (or vice versa. once again... the muscles 💔) even though you both know exactly where this is going. thinks u look sexy w the shiny skin. massage oil does wonders truly 🥰 oh also likes pretty, lacy lingerie... i think. i don’t know. he likes you looking pretty (aka always). he goes crazy over anything

but. yeah. those feel like. intensely passionate in a yuuji kind of way if that makes sense? but he may not realize he’s into them for a while honestly but man is he curious. and... now here you are

oh yes but to answer ur question i think he’d have a few kinks, BUT like bc he’s so open he probably ends up dabbling in a lot if you want him to. he’s a simple guy <3 is just in love with you plain and simple <3 kinks??? labels are not important he just wants you and if it feels good it works. lol not really an exact number, he kind of just has a lot of concepts he likes and they all melt together... we love the variety king! maybe like... five? IDK if we do the praise kink, biting kink, public sex, mutual masturbation, and overstim 😁 bye why does it feel like i’m a cashier in a grocery store ringing up ur total help

[awkwardtickleetoo]

100 Follower Special!!

hello lovely people!!

I wanted to say a huge thank you for 100 followers!! that may not seem like a crazy number to a lot of people but it is still pretty wild that that many people think my writing is cool enough to want to follow :)) it's honestly an honor to be part of this community and be welcomed as much as I have been

so (as most of you probably could guess), here's how this game works, explained below the cut:

further down there is a list of one HUNDRED prompts, compiled from a bunch of different posts (all credited and linked below as well of course) and a couple from my own brain. you can request whatever pairing/group/combo of people you want, with whatever number(s) of prompts you want and I will do my best to give you a short little ficlet that will fulfill the request!

obviously, there are a few rules: mcyt/other streamers only (it's just what I'm comfortable writing rn), NO nsfw, and nothing that would cross any involved cc's boundaries. also, try to keep everything platonic unless you have a very specific request or you KNOW the cc's involved are explicitly okay with what you're asking.

if there are any other complications with any requests, I can't think of what they would be off hand, but I will explain them if the time comes

without further adieu, let's bring in the prompt list & creds!

prompts 1-26, 27-50, and 51-74 from these three posts by @tickly-trashcan (in the order they're written from)

prompts 75-84 from this post by @artymiswritesfics

prompts 85-97 from this post by @aggiesgiggle

last few (provided I organized them right lmao) are just from my head

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“What are you gonna do about it?”

“You’re totally asking for it.”

"Let me go!”

“I’m not ticklish!”

“Your laugh is so cute!”

“I don’t think you realize the situation you’re in…”

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

“If you give it back I might stop tickling you.”

“I wonder how long you can go without laughing?”

“How bad does this tickle on a scale of 1-10?”

"Don't do that!"

“That was quite a reaction.”

“What are we, five years old now?”

“Time to find out just how ticklish you are.”

“Put the book down and pay attention to me!”

“I’m gonna tickle you until you cry.”

“You better apologize for doing that.”

“I’ll make you sorry.”

“Do you want a massage?”

“It’s time for some revenge.”

“This is not what we agreed on!”

“I guess I’ll have to tickle it out of you.”

“What happens if I tickle you… here?”

“You scared me!”

“You look so cute in that!”

“I love seeing you laugh.”

“If you’re not ticklish then why are you laughing?”

“Stop! I’m ticklish!”

“Keep your arms up!”

“Don’t make me tickle you awake…”

“Uh oh, looks like someone’s ticklish~”

“Did I find a good spot?”

“Don’t tell me I found another tickle spot.”

“All you need to do is ask.”

“Are you…blushing?”

“I can’t say it!”

“Mind if I count your ribs?”

“Oh, you’re so gonna get it.”

“Was that a giggle I heard?”

“Smile for me!” / “Laugh for me!”

“I promise I won’t tickle you.”

“Let’s play a game!”

“Pretty please?”

“Aww, does this tickle?”

“I can’t understand what you’re saying!”

“Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!”

"Stop poking me!”

“There’s no escape!”

“If you tickle me I cannot guarantee your safety.”

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.”

"I really want to tickle you right now.”

“What? I’m not even doing anything!”

“Make me.”

“You’re too clingy, stop it.”

“Are you ticklish here, too?” / “Oh wow, you’re��super ticklish here!”

“Wait, that tickles!… I didn’t say stop…”

“Don’t lie to me, I know you like this.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Not there!” / “Anywhere but there.” / “Anything but that.” (any variation of this idea)

“I suggest you run.”

“Is this a giggle button?”

“Stop covering your face.”

“Wait, you’re ticklish?!”

“Why are you in that position?”

“Oh come on, it doesn’t tickle that bad.”

“Stop kissing me there, it tickles!”

“Why are you giggling?”

“Did you just snort?”

“What did you just say?”

“I’ll give you five seconds to escape.”

“Here comes the tickle monster!”

“I’m too tired for this.”

“Sorry, I forgot how ticklish you are.”

“Can you… tickle me?"

“I didn't say to stop.”

“I want attention.”

“Wake up.”

“It's embarrassing!”

“Did I hurt you?”

“I don't trust you.”

“You deserve this."

“You’re cheating!”

“I hate you!”

“Ten… nine… eight…”

“No, no. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Stop moving!”

“I see you smiling”

“Not there? What about here?”

“It’s gonna happen, and you know it.”

“Did that tickle you?”

“I didn’t giggle.”

“How didn’t I know that!?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Why that expression?”

“Can I play with your hair?”

“Can’t sleep?”

“Aww, you’re now a giggly mess!”

"Since when were you this ticklish?"

"I think someone's lying."

"That's not fair!"

BONUS! Free space! Come up with your own sentence starter :)

once again, thank you guys so much for being so lovely :)) I'm glad you're all along for the ride <3

[i-love-you-all]

THAT NUMBER OTP ASK GAME WITH TREMORBOLT PLS

4 7 8 14 16 17 19 25 26 27 39 41 45 40(👀)

Probably too many numbers but I have no shame and crave content thank you in advance

LMAO uhhhhhhhh Well on the bright side ik which list you looked at so I don't have to double up lol

Under a keep reading bc this will be long lmao

4. Who cracks themselves up with their own dumb jokes?

Breach! He already laughs at his own comments/jokes in game, and he's lighthearted enough to make jokes and stuff while on mission. Sova might say something sarcastic under his breath in Russian, and he might smile at that.

7. Who gets teary eyed when they pass a dead animal while driving?

Uhhh... neither? They might feel sad, but they won't tear up. I mean Sova is a hunter. Esp if it was a bird, he might've wished that things had ended differently, but it is just life at that point.

8. Who likes to ask random, off-topic questions with no prompting?

I think Breach does. He is the more outgoing on, and he talks more in general, so he probably is the one to ask the off-topic question.

Sova and Breach running by a few boutique shops, chasing after a target. Breach looks over and sees a mannequin with a nice suit and just looks at Sova to go, "Do you think I'd look like this?" I could see him doing things like that.

14 is answered here

16. Who secretly has a hobby they don’t want the other to know about because they’re embarrassed?

I think Breach has too much confidence to ever be embarrassed about a hobby? So I guess that would be Sova? Maybe something he's afraid he'd by judged for, and he doesn't know that Breach will love him no matter what.

17. Who brings up having kids first?

Neither. At least not for a long time. Breach is a wanted criminal still, and Sova is ??? was part of some brotherhood which might mean assassins/hitmen or mercenaries or even ex-military, which means that neither really have a lifestyle suited to raise a child and they both know it. Maybe one day when they're both retired, they'll think about adoption. Sova might bring it up first, since he's probably been around his family longer than Breach has and might feel the tug to add to his legacy in a way. Breach would need some time to think about it, but I think he'll be one of those dads who is scared of being a dad even if he wants to? He'll read every book, watch every show, and he'll mess up sometimes, swears in front of the kid or whatever, but he'll be a good dad if he just trusts himself a little more.

19 is answered here

25. What are their favorite qualities about each other?

Breach loves Sova’s ability to make him feel like he matters. He treats Breach like he’s the hottest, smartest, most perfect man in the world, and Breach will just lap it all up. He’s been seen as less than whole because of his arms, he’s been seen as some scary criminal, but the way Sova treats him will just melt his heart.

Sova loves how well Breach can read him. He knows what Sova wants to hear and he’ll say it each time, or do something so that he can comfort him. Sometimes it’s food delivery, a massage, getting a bath ready for him, all those things. It’s nice to know that there’s one person out there that he can trust 100% to be honest with him. And that’s the safety net he’s always dreamed about.

26. What do they fight about most?

I think there are small spats about things like Breach flirting with others or even Sova being flirted with and not realizing. Or, small things like Sova wanting Breach to come to bed when he’s too deep on his work. Or Breach getting annoyed by Sova sucking up to Brim. Their biggest fights are about life-threatening issues. They both get hurt, but when Sova makes a decision to maybe sacrifice himself for something, or when Breach rushes things and tries to go solo, they both get pissed at the other because don’t they know what they mean to them?

27. What is their favorite memory together?

Something soft and quiet together. Maybe a date night somewhere secluded, watching a sunset. Either their first date or maybe for an anniversary. Just a calm moment when they’re together is all that they need.

29. What does each of them do to cheer the other up?

When Breach is down, Sova might want to be more physical with him. Nothing sexual or even sensual. Just things like long hugs, cuddles, resting his head on his shoulders, holding hands. Just knowing that he’ll be there if Breach needs him. Good quality time with physical affection.

For Sova, Breach likes to help him by taking some of his load off him. Doing his paperwork for him, cleaning up after him, if he’s injured, tending to his injuries and checking in with him. With that, Breach likes to be a little sweeter to him, praises, pet names, compliments, anything to see him smile again.

39. Where do they get caught making out?

They’re both professionals lol, they don’t get caught very easily. I think at the Protocol, they keep their obvious couple stuff to their rooms. Sova in particular is very strict abt the rule. Outside, they’ll share kisses when they feel like it, and they won’t exactly care about who’s looking. After all, no one’s gonna challenge either of them just from their looks.

40. Where do they spend the most time together?

In one of their rooms at VP. Breach has an extra set of tools he’ll keep in Sova’s room, and Sova likes to just sit on his lap when he’s working, not really caring about whether or not Breach can work around him (he can, but it’s def more of a hassle to reach around Sova for everything. Other than that, I think they spend a lot of time in the range together. Sova needs to keep up his skills, and Breach likes to watch him work. It’s a way to be together even when they aren’t.

41. When do they get engaged?

After the protocol. Maybe just before the last mission so that if one of them doesn’t make it back, they have a happy memory to cling onto. From their line of work, they know that nothing is promised, so letting yourself settle has its dangers and risks. Even if they wanted to, they probably wouldn’t do anything just in case something goes wrong because maybe, just maybe, it’s easier losing a boyfriend than a fiancé. It’s not. But they can pretend.

45. When do they find each other most attractive?

When they’re in a bed together :p

jkjk, I think when Breach shows his capable side, with how he plans a heist or any impressive maneuver, Sova finds him undeniably attractive. (Like a competency kink but not really?) And for Breach, he likes Sova best when he’s focused on something. The serious look he gets is hot, and it reminds him that his boyfriend is not just someone looking for praise and soft words, but a capable soldier and hunter. (And maybe he likes when he thinks he’s the one being hunted.)