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[nymphoheretic]

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Plaything •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Synopsis: You've been caught in his trap. And now you're his little plaything. The Upper Moon 4, Hantengu, more so you belong to the 4 clones.

Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count : 4.6k

Pairing : Hantengu (all four clones) x fem!slayer!reader

A/N: I have no words for this. It's basically straight porn and I know tumblr is gonna slap a label on it. So, check it out on my AO3(same name). I'll link it in my bio/pinned post.

Special thanks to @bleuboyfriend for beta reading it for me! You're amazing Luke!!

Tags: @bakugosbratx (cause I'd get yelled at if I didn't) @herohibiscus (karaku brainrot partner in crime) @linpunny (monsterfucker bestie) @fushisslut (have your lawyer call mine) @sirenspider @unknownspecies @sailewhoremoon @potofstewie @medusashima @sweetblueworm @gh0stfac3-w1f3y @zoroarkstar @potatoboiasta @rav3enmuse @gingerspicelattemix @redsharksimp @shadowvessel172 @hiitogata @iamthepaninpanic @yandere-wishes @tommyinnit-kinnie @maddyybtw @rani-02 @hulahoopingpro @justsomereaderwholikesanime @dedukiddu @shockinglysubmissive @cherryblossomsenpai @cherry1hearts @violxtbxbyy @jeschalynn @jazzthatonewriterchick @comatosebunny09 @ilovetwodmen @cockadodalcuck @nightimewalk-chan @enchantedforest-network

You're not sure how it even happened. You were summoned to slay a demon that had been spotted in a village; only to find a cowardly little imp like Demon that was scared of its own shadow. Cutting its head off wasn't too difficult, but the result was devastating for you. The demon split into four clones of itself. Each one with a different demon blood art. 

They cornered you and the green one, Karaku found you to be so very interesting. His clawed hand reached out and caressed your cheek before tipping your chin back. His tongue – marked with the Kanji "pleasure" – slipped past his lips and touched your lips, tasting them. A deep purr like growl rumbled in his chest as he speaks to his counterparts.

"It's been so long since we've been separated and had a little plaything. We deserve to have some fun, right, Sekido?"

His green Kanji branded eyes flickering down to your torn top – the swell of your breasts inviting him as his mouth watered when he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribcage. Your eyes dart from him to his three other counterparts. His fingers tilt your gaze back to his as he tilts his head down towards yours. “Ne, Sekido, can we have some fun with this pretty little slayer? Please?”

Sekido grits his fangs, his red Kanji branded eyes narrowing as he taps his staff on the ground, bolts of lightning sparking from underneath. His gaze cuts to your eyes and he can smell the fear that emits from you – saturating the air around them in its scent. He growls out, voice guttural and deep. “Only if Aizetsu and Urogi agree.”

Karaku grabs you in his claws and sits you down in his lap, easily pinning you against his chest  as he spreads your legs. One hand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as the other dug its palm into your core, eliciting a moan from you. The sound was like heaven to his ears. Karaku’s tongue touches the shell of your ear before his fangs nip at it playfully. “Aizestu, Urogi, c’mon say yes. I wanna play with our new toy.”

“Get your hands off of m–” Your words die off in a moan when he rubbed two sharp clawed fingers over the damp spot forming over your panties.

“Hmmm, little plaything. You were saying?” He ground his fingers harder against the clothed little pearl of nerves, making you squeal out. “Just look at my counterparts. Hard just from watching us. You all should join. If not, I’m still going to have fun.”

Urogi’s control finally snapped as a feral grin spreads over his lips when your musky scent permeates his senses. His own tongue – marked with the Kanji “Joy" – flicks out of his mouth as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Fuck, she’s sexy. And we get to have fun with her. Don’t mind if I do.” When Karaku ripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, Urogi wasted no time diving his face between your thighs, his tongue curling through your sticky folds.

You arched your back, pressing your ass back against the other demon’s crotch, involuntarily grinding against his hard cock as the one with golden eyes feasts upon your center. It was ironic that the one with “pleasure” on his tongue was not the one between your thighs. You whimpered when Urogi’s tongue curled through your cunt, slurping messily as he sucked on your clit.

Aizetsu whimpered softly as his cock twitched against his thigh, rising to attention. He watched as his two more confident counterparts have their fun with the pretty slayer. “Karaku.” He said finally, his voice soft almost timid. “I think you should be the one eating her while Urogi fucks her throat.” His face flushed as he palmed himself through his pants. “And Sekido should use his blood demon art to shock her into submission as she takes his cock first.” 

Karaku grinned. “That’s a great idea, Aizetsu!” He laid down on the ground, relaxing against the cool floor as his hair fanned out underneath him. “But I think I’d rather her ride my face while Urogi fucks hers.” Easily holding down your hips, he grabbed you and pulled you away from Urogi’s tongue, a string of slick mixed saliva connecting you to the avian-like demon.

Urogi pouted at having his fun ruined, but grinned at Aizetsu’s words. The little shy bastard has some good ideas in that sorrowful mind. He cackled as he fumbled with the tie that held his pants together as Karaku settled you over his awaiting mouth. His talons caressed your face, thumb wiping at the tear that threatened to fall. “You’re going to be a good little cocksleeve for us, right?”

Sekido growled at the softer, more timid counterpart as he tapped his staff against the ground once more. “What utter foolishness. Like I want to stick my cock in that little whore’s body.” But his hard cock betrayed his angry words as he listened to your saccharine moans while his counterparts had their way with you. His narrowed red eyes watched as your throat bulged as Urogi slid his cock in deep, the yellow-eyed demon giggling as you tapped his thigh.

Growling once more, he dropped to his knees, pulling his dick out of his pants and fisted it roughly. His fangs grit as his claws of his other hand found your hair and yanked your head back to force you to meet his eyes. “You should feel lucky that I’m willing to fuck a needy bitch like you.” His palm smacked against the meat of your ass, making your hips buck against Karaku’s eager tongue and forcing more of Urogi’s cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper around the thick girth on your tongue as you feel Karaku dig his claws in your hips, pulling you even further down onto his mouth. He slurped so noisily at your pussy as his tongue dug orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count. Your moans were muffled by Urogi as he thrust into your mouth without abandon. Another pathetic sounding moan vibrated in your chest when you feel Sekido’s claws dig into the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks.

Shame filled your body as your eyes darted around, searching for someone to help you, but they only found Aizetsu, who was calmly stroking his cock, pre leaking – oozing from the tip as his face flushed with a blush. 

Aizetsu covered his face with his hand as he watched his counterparts. His voice was soft as he directed them on what to do. “Urogi, wrap your hand around her throat, choke her until she’s able to take all of your cock down her slutty little mouth. She doesn't get th breath if she doesn't. Kakaru suck on her clit more while using your tongue to fuck her hole. Sekido...” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he works his hand over his cock faster. “Prep her ass for your cock.”

Your eyes widened when Aizetsu told the red-eyed demon what to do. You try to shake your head, but Urogi had wrapped his talon around your neck, his hips snapping faster as he fucks more of his cock down your throat.

“Now, pretty little plaything. It's not nice to be distracted. Eyes on me.” He grins as he tightens his hand around your neck, relishing in the choke-like moans that vibrated around his length. When you shift those big teary eyes back to his, his tongue fell from his mouth as he curled it in the air. “That’s the fucking look! Cry more, slayer!”

You could feel Sekido’s sharp claws dig into your flesh as he lowered his face between your thighs, his tongue slipping out to trace the ring of your puckered little hole. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Sekido’s tongue was hot – hotter than Karaku’s. It felt like currents of electricity were shooking up and down your spine. 

Karaku flicks your clit, scraping it with his fangs as his fingers slip over your clenching hole. He lifts you off his face for a moment to stare up at your face. “Aww, is the pretty little slayer crying?” He cooed condescendingly, “Such a good girl you are.” His praise sounded fake as he pushed his fingers past the first ring of muscles of your dripping pussy. “Oh? Maybe I should call you a slut? Or our little cocksleeve whose only purpose is to be fucked by four demon cocks?”

Moaning around Urogi’s cock at Karaku’s filthy words, words that sounded like they were dipped in honey to your hazy mind. His fingers thrust up into you twisting and turning until they found that spot that made your body twitch and wreath above him. “That's the spot. Come on, let go for me. Cum on my tongue. I take pleasure in it.” Karaku mocked as he licks your cunt with the flat of his tattooed tongue.

“Shit, Karaku. Her throat tightened up when you did that.” Urogi’s cock twitches on your tongue as his talons tangle in your hair, pulling you even further down on his girth. “Fuck, gonna cum down this nasty throat. That what you want? My cum painting that greedy mouth of yours?” His smile was beyond feral as the talon around your neck tightens to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

Sekido growled as you ignored him in favor of his counterparts. His tongue circled the flesh of your asshole before pushing past that tight ring and wiggling inside. “Don’t fucking forget about me, nasty bitch.” He used his blood demon art to send streaks of lightning through your body, making you convulse and shake – the feeling making your body release your juices on Karaku’s tongue.

“Did I fucking say you could cum, dirty slut?” Sekido removed his tongue, fangs biting deeply into the roundness of your cheeks, nails digging into your flesh. He relishes in the fact that you had to pull away from Urogi to scream out from the painful pleasure of his abuse of your ass. Your blood trickled down his throat and he moaned a little at the taste of it. It was sweet – a potent elixir that coats his tongue. “Fucking delicious.” 

Aizetsu whimpered as he stroked his cock, his hand still covering his blushing face. His balls felt heavy as his length twitched against his palm, precum dribbling down the leaky tip. He was trying his best to remain calm, telling them how to please you. Aizetsu was shy, but even he had a limit on how much he could take – and he was approaching it. “Karaku, fuck her pussy hard, but don’t cum inside. Sekido, stop teasing her and give her your cock too. Spread her ass and spit in it. Urogi, have her suck your balls.”

Urogi eagerly did as Aizetsu told him, fisting his cock as he tilted your chin to stare deeply into your teary eyes. “Fuck, I love that you're being such a fucking crybaby and we haven’t even fucked you yet.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, talon scraping over your tongue. “You heard Aizetsu. Open up.” Urogi grinned as he placed his balls on your tongue and tossed his head back and lets out a mewl when your lips closed over them to suckle. “Such a good fucking whore you are.”

Karaku licked his lips clean of your sweet essence as he slid you down his chest, a trail of your slick coating his skin until his throbbing cock nudged at your hole. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm pussy gliding over his length. “Gonna fuck you so good. You gonna be a good little toy and take my cock all the way, yeah?” He lined the sticky tip up with your dripping hole and pushed inside with a low moan.

Sekido spread your ass cheeks, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your twitching little hole. Gathering a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, he lets it slide down past his lips to drip down into the crack. He used his thumb to smear it around and slowly pushed it inside to lubricate it more. Sekido lined his cock up with your tight hole and slowly pushes past the ring of muscle. “Tight ass bitch. Let me inside.” He growled as he gripped your hips tightly, claws threatening to rip your skin again.

You stiffened at the pain of being stretched so full by two cocks, the burn almost unbearable. Your moans were muffled by Urogi’s balls still suckled between your lips as he stroked his cock above your face. You whimpered as you felt them taking alternating thrusts inside you, touching the deepest part of you. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you could feel your body reacting to them, clenching down on them.

Karaku grinned as he felt your walls flutter and hug his dick tightly, sucking him in deeper. His finger squeezed in between your bodies to toy with the sensitive pearl of flesh. He watched as your back arched against him, shoving more of your ass back onto Sekido’s cock Laughing when he felt your nails dig into his chest like that would make him stop. “You’re so cute, slayer, but Aizetsu said to fuck you hard...” Karaku planted his feet on the ground more firmly, his claws digging into your thighs as he grabbed you tightly. “So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Sekido grunted as he snapped his hips roughly, bullying his fat cock deeper into your tight ass. A growl left him as your warm heat wrapped around him, hugging him so tightly. “F-fuck...” He whined softly, his face scrunching up from the pleasure. “Squeezing my dick like this. You must want me to fucking cum in your ass. You’re such a filthy little cumslut.” He grabs your hips so tightly, nails digging into your flesh and causing fresh blood to drip down onto Karaku’s waist.

Urogi’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and curled into the air as he laughed loudly, his cock throbbing at the sight of your tears. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking up at me with that face. Those fucking tears make me so hard. You want that? For me to cum on your face like the needy whore you are?” His voice shudders as his hand speeds up. “Or you’d rather I cum down the fucking throat, plugging up your nose so that you have no choice but to swallow?”

Before you could even answer, Aizetsu made the decision for you. “Make her swallow it, Urogi.”

“You heard him! Open up!” The yellow-eyed clone giggled as he pushed his cock back between your lips, dragging the throbbing hot flesh across your tongue. The tip hit the back of your throat and Urogi howls with pleasure as he grabbed the sides of your head to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth.

Aizetsu’s face was flushed even as his blue eyes darkened – his control was wearing thin as his cock throbbed with the need for release. His hand wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside your snug little pussy. He wanted to be the one to fill you so full of cum that it caused a bulge in her belly. Aizetsu bit his lip, fangs piercing the plump flesh and blood dribbled down his chin – which he quickly licked away. Soon. He’d let his counterparts finish first. 

Karaku’s hips meet yours as his cock bullied your insides, his tongue out to show the kanji etched on it as his eyes zero in on the way Urogi’s dick bulged in your pretty throat. “Fuck you’re taking all three of us so well.” His fingers tighten around your thighs – they were sure to leave bruises behind, marking you as his. Karaku grit his fangs as his balls slap against your cunt, cock tingling with the tale-tell signs of his release.

He had half an inkling to ignore Aiztesu’s command and cream this drippy little pussy of yours with his cum, paint your deepest parts in his color. But he was kinder than that. Aizetsu has been telling them just how to pleasure you, all while edging himself. “Go ahead.” He leaned up and nipped at your collarbone, sucking at the skin to leave more of his marks behind. “Cum on my cock. Soak it. Y’know you want to.”

Sekido threw his head back, hair fanning out as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Your tight little ass was giving him so much pleasure. His balls tightened as his dick throbbed and swelled inside. “Fucking bitch. Gonna cum in this filthy ass of yours. You’re just a fucking cumdump for me, got it?”

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” Urogi grins as his talons pinched into the skin of your cheeks as he thrust in and out of your drooling mouth. “Take it! And don’t waste a drop!” With a few more deep thrusts, his hot milky seed filled your throat at such rapid speed that you had no choice but to swallow or choke.

Karaku moans loudly as his hands leave your thighs to squeeze your breasts as he felt you tighten and clench down on his cock as he found that sweet spot, pressing on his repeatedly until he felt you shaking and trembling. “Give it to me, pretty little plaything. Soak me in your juices. Let me see you make a mess like the good little slut we’re training you to be.”

You tossed your head back as you let out a loud cry. “Oh fuck!” You screamed as you came hard on Karaku’s dick, rings of cream frothing around the base as he continues to fuck you through your high. “I...I can’t. Please stop.”

Sekido grunted as he slid his cock out and pushed it in deep – stretching the tight muscles into his shape. “Shit.” He grit his fangs tightly as his claws cut into your skin once more. “Tch.” The red-eyed clone scoffs at the feeling of your blood coating his fingers. Taking his hand, he grabbed your cheek and forced your lips to part. “Suck your filthy blood off my fingers, bitch.”

The metallic taste that covered his fingertips coats your tongue as Sekido fucks into your tight hole with fast deep thrusts as Karaku’s mouth sucked on your nipples, his fang scrapping over the swell of them as his own thrust began to grow more and more sporadic.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Karaku moaned as he slammed into you once, twice, three more times before he pulled out and fists his slick covered cock. “Shit...” Cum paints your lower stomach and thighs as he finished and breathes heavily as your slick pussy lips grind over his half mast dick because of Sekido’s brutal thrusting.

Sekido grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch for him as he fucked your ass with fast, hard snaps of his hips. His cock tingled and swelled inside you as he felt his end nearing. “Slutty ass bitch. You gonna cum from me fucking and filling your ass with my seed? I bet you are.” His teeth grit from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you clean the blood off of them. “Fucking...I’m cumming. Cumming...!” He snarled as he came hard, spraying your insides with his hot cum.

You moaned like a cat in heat from the feeling of Sekido filling your tight, puckered hole – it creamed around his cock because it was so much. You collapsed on top of Karaku, chest heaving. “No...” you swallowed. “No, more.”

Karaku runs his claws soothingly over your back, his grin never leaving his face as he heard Aizetsu slowly making his way over to where you were. “But you only took three of us. There are four of us.” He reminded you as the shy blue-eyed clone pulled you up and into his arms.

Aizetsu cupped your cheek as he lifted you up against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips found yours as his tongue seeks out yours. He swallowed your muffled cries and ignored your fists as they pound against his chest. He lined his weeping cock up with your hole, lifting your hips easily.

“Wait a second, Aizetsu. I ain't get a turn to fuck her.” Urogi said as he flew over to the two of you. “Lemme have her ass.”

Hands spread your ass cheeks, cum still dripping out of the tight hole of your ass. “This ass?” Aizetsu whispered as he slid inside your pussy with one fluid movement, your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you moaned so beautifully for him. “G-go a-fuck-ahead.”

You let out a shocked gasp when the yellow-eyed avian-like demon let out a cackle as his talons wrapped around your shoulders as he lined his cock up with your still twitching hole as Aizetsu slowly thrust up into you. “No, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Aizetsu turns your face back to his, his tongue – the Kanji “sorrow” etched into the pink muscle – sliding out to lick at the tears that gathered in your eyes. “You can, pretty slayer. Aren’t we making you feel so good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, please?”

Urogi ignored your pleas and pushed the fat tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles, his knees buckling a bit. “Fuck, you’re so god damn tight. Such a horny thing.” He licked a line up your back, tasting the sweat that covered it. “You love having two cocks in your tight ass and cunt, right?”

Karaku felt left out and walked over to where his counterparts were and grabbed your hand. “C’mon pretty slayer, touch me too.” Wrapping your fingers around his cock, he used the movements from the other two thrusting up onto you to fuck your fist. 

You wrapped your other arm around Urogi’s neck, nails digging into his back as he and Aizetsu pound into you. You could tell the difference between the two by the pace. Aizetsu was slow, methodical and careful – building up an orgasm out of you. While Urogi fucked into you at an animalistic pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. Your mouth dropped open into a series of drawn out curses, nails digging into Urogi’s back as the other squeezed Karaku’s cock.

“Oi, human!” Sekido growled out, not liking that he was the one left out now. “You got one more hole, let me–” He started to take a step towards them, his cock bobbing as he moved when all three of his counterparts glared at him.

“We wanna hear her.” They growled. The sounds of your moans were like the sweetest of sounds to their ears and they wanted to hear it more and more.

Aizetsu angled his hips so that his thrusts were deep, the thick tip fucking against your cervix with each precise thrust. His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of your pussy quivering around him. “Please. Need for you to tell me that I’m making you feel good, slayer. I need to hear it.”

Each word of his last sentence was punctuated by a deep thrust and your head fell back against Urogi’s shoulder. “Fuck! You’re making me feel so fucking good.” You gave into the hypnotic spell Aizetsu was lulling you into with his gentle and tender touches.

Urogi laughed as he picked up speed, his balls starting to tighten with the threat of his release. “You’re damn right we are.” His feathers ruffled when your nails dig into the skin between them. “H-hey...” He mewled. “Not the wings.” The avian-like demon lets out a screen when your hand grabs the downy feathers near the base of his wings. A shudder goes down his spine as his dick swelled inside you as it began to paint your walls with his thick cum. “Fucking dammit...” 

Karaku watched as Urogi fell to his knees, his cock popping out of you as he did so. Aizetsu took that time to turn you around, hands wrapping under your thighs so that he could easily lift you up and down on his cock. “Don’t mind if I do.” He shoved the yellow-eyed clone out of the way as his lips attached to your clit.

The scream you let out was like music to them as Sekido begrudgingly walked over to use your hand to stroke his cock to completion. Your other hand wrapped around Aizetsu’s neck as you moaned those sweet sounding cries in his ear, encouraging him that he was still making you feel good. His lips nuzzled your ear as his voice rumbled, “Cum for me. Let me feel you soak my cock. That way I really know I’m making you feel good.”

“Yeah, our pretty plaything. Cum for Aizetsu and let me taste it. You can squirt, right?” His tongue swirled on your clit, teasing it with the tip as the blue-eyed clone thrust into you so deeply that your body jerked, hand tightening around Sekido’s cock.

“Fucking shit, bitch.” Sekido cursed, the tip drooling with pre as he felt his balls draw up, the telltale sign that he was about to cum. He fucked your fist faster, the slick sounds of it echoing in his ear. Sekido lets out another grunt before he spilt his seed, coating the top of your fist with it. “Making me cum like that...you’re such a whore...” he panted.

Aizetsu bounced you on his cock, determined to make you cum – to make you squirt so hard you passed out from the pleasure. His fangs grazed over the shell of your ear before he stuck his tongue in your ear as he felt you tighten up on his length. “Just let go and be our plaything.” He whispered.

Your back arched like a cat as you felt your thighs tremble, clit throbbing on Karaku's greedy tongue. Your chest heaved as your body convulsed, cumming hard, squirting – the hot clear liquid drenching Karaku’s face and dripping down Aizetsu’s thighs.

“Good fucking girl.” The green-eyed clone praised after he swallowed what he was able to catch on his tongue.

Aizetsu let out a whine as he trailed his tongue down the length of your neck before biting down gently on your pulse point. His thrust sped up until he was pounding into your soaked pussy. “Oh fuck. Oh shit...” He whimpered, tongue lapping at your pulse as he felt his cock twitching. He wasn’t to last much longer. “Gonna cum. Gonna cream this pussy. Say that’s what you want. Please tell me you want my cum.”

In your hazy fucked out mind, anything he said sounded heavenly. You mewled out weakly, “Want your cum. Give it to me.”

No sooner than those words left your throat, Aizetsu gave you a few more deep, cervix kissing thrusts before his hot cum spilled over inside your needy cunt. “Take it. Take it all.” He whined out as he fucked it deeper into you. “You’re our plaything now.”

Even you had to agree, You’ve become the plaything of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu – no, the four clones, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, and Aizetsu.

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[melodic-haze]

Third time's the charm except not really cuz therapy just cancelled their first appointment with me for the third time today 🫶

Need me a milf to tell me it's all okay and suffocate me in her boobs hi Himeko 😞

[leseffrontesfr]

— Chhhut ! Les filles, silence ! Ne le réveillez pas. — Qu’il est mignon ! — Trrrrrrop chou ! Exactement mon genre, ni viril, ni musclé. — Délicat, presque féminin. — Oh oui ! Il semble si déconstruit quand il dort. Pas du tout bad boy. — Je suis sûre qu’il assume sa gentillesse, sa normalité. Il doit être sympathique. Il aime se moquer de lui-même. Il n’a pas l’air menaçant, tout en étant un peu sexy. — Un peu sexy ? Très sexy ! C’est tellement beau un homme qui dépasse les stéréotypes patriarcaux. — Je sens que malgré sa taille, il ne chercherait pas du tout à me dominer. Nous aurions une relation très égalitaire. — Pfff… Pourquoi toi ? Il me soutiendrait, ne me dirait jamais un mot de travers, prendrait du temps pour moi… — Chhhut ! — Cela démontre, au passage, qu’être gentil n’enlève rien au sexy, aux fantasmes, au sex appeal. Comment en est-on arrivé à trouver sexy les hommes qui font souffrir les femmes ? — Mais oui, comment ? Vous avez vu ce torse ? Très beau, exposé comme ça, tout nu. Il doit avoir un dos magnifique aussi. Comme il serait doux d’être dans ses bras et l’écouter exprimer sa vulnérabilité ! — Il a une belle queue ! — Oooh… — Oui… — Je veux bien souffrir un peu. — Tu crois qu’il voudrait de toi ? — Et pourquoi pas ? — Tu ne serais pas digne de sa sensibilité. — Et toi, grosse pouf, tu en serais digne peut-être ? — Grosse ? Les hommes comme lui aiment un corps vraiment féminin ! — N’importe quoi, ils déconstruisent les standards de beauté traditionnels. Boudin ! — Anorexique ! — Nymphomane ! — Ah, c’est malin ! Nous sommes toutes des Nymphes, gourdasse. — Chhhhhhhut, les filles ! — Chhhhut ! — Chhut ! — Chhh…

[lavonism]

[gildedcigarettes]

the nerve of me to make this post with that in my banner. incredible. stop reblogging it everyone

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW Reaction to You Taking the BDSM Test

Warnings: Implied Smut, MW Characters Being Down Bad & Feral, Mean! MW, Rough! MW, Dominant! MW, Submissive! MW, Teasing, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.

Ghost

His laugh is gruff from over your shoulder. A glower, if you listen closely enough. His hands, rough and calloused with the weight of his atrocities, clamp down on your shoulders. He squeezes them. Tight. Tighter.

“You don’t need a test to find out what you’re into, Love.”

He stands closer. From your position on the couch, you can feel something hard pressing between your shoulder blades. He rolls against you, his grip tightening. You whimper, wince, and he lets go a hum.

His hands drop from your shoulders to the front of your shirt. There, he grips the seam and rips it open. You jump, gasping, the buttons flying off into god-knows where — corners of the room, pinging off furniture.

His hands are on your chest, kneading, needing. He’s rough. He needs you now — he can’t even stop to remember to be gentle.

“I can do that,” he lowers his lips to your ear. His breath is hot.

“And more.”

König

König had sat with you while you took the test, curious to see what you’d choose — what your heart truly desired.

Of course, despite how close the two of you were, you did try to retain what little of your dignity you could by choosing answers that didn’t make you look insane. Or nymphomanic.

Little did you know that König could see right through you, his lips stretching into a smile whenever he saw your fingers itching to choose the highest values for kinks he absolutely knew you had (whether you were aware of his knowing or not).

When the test was over and you got your results, you thought you’d walked it. “See?” You showed your results to König. “Told you I wasn’t into anything—“ you searched for the term he’d used. “Extreme.”

“Oh, Maus,” König said, almost growling. Purring, perhaps. His eyes were narrowed, feline. “We both know that’s not true.”

König took your phone and placed it somewhere out of your reach. Frozen with anticipation, you gave no fight as König took you by your shoulders and laid you down, pressing you into the floor. He brought his thighs over you, caged you beneath him. His hands either side of your head, he smiled.

“You needn’t be evasive with me, Darling.” His hips dipped down. Something hard pressed against your abdomen. König’s eye twitched. ”Now then, let’s see how many of your answers were true, shall we?”

Soap

Johnny looks at you with what you could only construe as confidence. A challenge. You could feel the sly remark creeping up his throat as you tried to explain away the results of your test, trying not to paint yourself as someone whose answers suited them a little too well.

“Oh aye, Bonnie — I believe you,” came Johnny. With all the genuity in the world. “I just don’t think you do.”

When you gave him a queer look, his smile grew.

“What I’m sayin’ is you know there’s more to sex than that test’ll have you believe.”

Johnny shifted closer to you, eye-level with you. His hand came up to your chin, taking it between his fingers. He held you there.

“And I’d be more than happy to show ya what you’re missing out on.”

Valeria

“Looks like mi Cariño’s had a little too much screen time.”

She’s on you before you can even escape to your lock screen, a viper-strike hand plucking your phone from your grip and throwing it over Valeria’s shoulder. It cracks, somewhere, but her frame is all you can see as she pushes you to the floor.

“Seems like you’ve forgotten your place,” she grunts as she forces you to the ground, watching you fall flat on your backside. The carpet is enough to cushion your fall, but there isn’t a material in the known universe that can withstand the fire in Valeria’s eyes.

“Seems to me that you need to be reminded what you like.” Valeria bites her lip, coming to stand over you. Her shadow roves over you, almost as if to grope you, feel you.

She brings her boot onto your chest. Keeps you down.

“And where you like it.”

Price

“So you think I’m vanilla, Hm?” Price’s voice carried a weight you were not unfamiliar with, but the way in which he spoke suggested something unknown. His ankle sat atop his knee, arms crossed over his chest.

You’d gotten him to take the BDSM Test — “For science!” you’d told him. And, to nobody’s surprise, John’s results had come back relatively tame. Yours, however, were a different story.

John leaned back in his chair, his cigar lying in the ashtray, embers fading.

“Why don’t you come over here,” John said, voice low. He spread his legs, patted the expanse of his covered thigh. His eyes glinted with all the light of a black mirror.

“And teach this old dog some new tricks.”

Horangi

Hong-jin had seen your results by accident and had decided that teasing you about it would provide him with enough of a distraction to stop himself from salivating at the possibilities they opened.

Sure, it started off tame. The odd comment here and there about you seeming to be ‘tied up’ with whatever task you were doing, that you were doing such a good job of completing your work, etc.

Anything to get you hot under the collar.

And, luckily for Hong-jin, it worked. You came to him, frustrated and very much in need of relief.

Hong-Jin hummed, putting you on his lap. He ground his thigh between your legs, calling you his “Good little pet — behaving so well for me.”

His eyes almost seem to glimmer as he tells you how much he should reward you for being able to hold out for so long. Something to the tune of an oddly specific interest you knew you’d never told him. But that’s alright; your scores told him everything he needed to know.

Alejandro

He was NOT expecting the answers you got on your BDSM test. And you weren’t fully prepared for what you found on his.

Yes, Alejandro leans towards taking the dominant role in bed. Sure, not all the time, but enough that one look at the two of you could definitively conclude which of you wore the pants in bed.

Which, until tonight, neither of you had questioned.

“You know, Corazón,” came Alejandro. He sat beside you, not looking away from the TV. “It couldn’t hurt to…test some of our weaker areas.”

You looked at him, eyebrow raised. Then, it clicked.

“Oh,” you said, leaning closer, smiling. Knowing. Alejandro looked down at you. You could see him biting back a wide grin.

That night was spent with Alejandro bottoming while you went to town making him cry, whimper and beg for more.

Rodolfo

You’d assumed that Rodolfo’s results would be, at most, rather banal. In spite of his military background, he was gentle — loving — when it was just you, him and the late hours of the night.

So, when you saw his results and discovered that, oh you’re kind of depraved, actually (in a loving, non-judgemental way; you just weren’t expecting how much his results told you he was into), you wanted to test Rudy’s limits.

A whole day of teasing, complete with a healthy side of blue-balling, had, eventually, caused Rudy to grab you and drag you into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. He threw you to the bed, his strength masked by his lamb-like disposition.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said. He stood over you, arms crossed over his chest. “And I know why you’re doing it. You’re trying to make me cave — trying to get me to ruin you.”

You couldn’t have put it better yourself. But he could. He approached you, came down to your level, crawling over the bed. You backed up until you hit the headboard (for the first of many times, you suspected), and Rudy, with a dark glint in his eye, gripped the headboard behind you, trapping you.

“Trust me, Amour,” he said, bringing his face level with yours, his voice low.  “With the way you’re acting, you’ll be lucky if there’s anything left of you to ruin by the time I’m done with you.”

Graves

Bless your cotton socks — you’d forgotten to close the tab on Graves’ phone that had your results splashed across it. Hence, Phillip was having a good old laugh about it now in the confines of his office. Though, the longer he studied your results, the stronger the throbbing between his legs became.

Of course, he sought you out. And of course, he made now secret of your faux pas. And, of course, you tried to explain it away. ‘I took it for fun’, ‘It was for a laugh’, ‘I didn’t t think you’d find it—‘

“Ah, there we go. The truth, coveted as it is,” said Graves, smiling from ear to ear. He stepped over the threshold of your bedroom, backing you up against the edge of the bed. He kicked the door shut behind him. No escape.

“Now,” he drawled, approaching you. “You’re gonna show me exactly what you’re into, where you like it,” He stood chest-to-chest with you now, watching you lose your balance as you fell back onto the bed. He all but pounced on you, taking your wrists and pressing them into the mattress.

His eyes were ablaze with a lustful vengeance as he pressed down on you. Into you.

“Or I’m gonna fuck it outta ya.”

Gaz

“Didn’t know you were into…” Gaz squinted, looking over your results from over your shoulder. He went quiet.

“Oh…” From the corner of your eye, you saw his face turn pink. Then red. He cleared his throat and took a step back.

“Y-yes, well— uh— that’s a very…colourful scorecard you have there!”

Smiling, a hint of mirth in your eyes, you turned to him. You could see he was nursing a rather pressing, growing problem, and you sought to relieve him of it.

“How about you come and help me make it a bit more colourful, hm?”

At that, Gaz’s eyes widened. His tongue tied as he tried to form words — a word — anything !

Your smile grew. So did Gaz. “Oh, come on, Gaz! Big military man like you scared of a little fun?”

Let’s just say, Gaz also found himself taking the test shortly after you’d ruined him.

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Breakfast at Jennie's

Kim Jennie x Male Reader

Tags: anal, carry fucking, celebrity, CFNM, creampie, cum drinking, edging, kitchen sex, morning sex, nymphomaniac, pantyless, "quickie", sexting, twerking

Word count: 4015.

Sex. This is always the first word Jennie thinks of when she wakes up every morning. A proud nymphomanic, Jennie keeps a full catalog of every single fuck she has ever had. There are many collectors out there, and Jennie is one of them. Her collection is made of cocks of multiple sizes, shapes, and colors that had the honor to penetrate her slutty holes.

At the luxury condo where she lives, Jennie keeps track of every elegible man to fuck her. From the bratty 18-year-old heir all the way up to septuagenarian retirees. Every time a new man moves in, she finds out and greets them with a special text message: a picture of either her pussy or ass with an invitation to come to her apartment for some morning sex. She gives them 15 minutes to answer before the picture is automatically deleted.

As a new resident of Jennie's condo, you were greeted with this invitation with a picture of her pussy before you could even finish setting your furniture up. But you thought it was just one of those porn spams that proliferate these days. The second day, you got another picture, this time of her asshole. Once again, you didn't answer. But you noticed that the house number was the same on both messages: 1601. You checked it, and indeed, there was a house with this number in the condo.

It took a few more days before Jennie sent another text of her intimate parts to you, but when she did, it was quite a naughty one, as she spread both her fuckholes for you to see the insides of her pink cunt and anus. "15 minutes, I'm waiting," she was very direct this time. You had just woken up, meaning you were just wearing your undershorts and hadn't even had your breakfast, and her villa was on the other side of the condo, but you still drove like a madman to meet her deadline, landing at the door of her house just in time.

You knocked at the door but heard no answer. Maybe the house was real, but it was just a prank. For a second, you thought of going back to your car before any guard could spot a man wearing just his undies on a cold day at the house of one of the most famous celebrities in Korea. However, as you put your hands on the handle, you found out the door was open all the time.

Jennie's house was very spacious. She was clearly way out of your league. You might be wealthy enough to live in UN Village, but her living room was the same size as your apartment. You walked around four rooms and three bathrooms and didn't find anybody, once again having second thoughts. It was only at your final guess, guided by the smells coming out of the kitchen, that you finally found a dark-haired woman wearing an oversized Calvin Klein shirt and drinking hot chocolate.

"You're late." Jennie reprimanded you. "For much less, I sent guys packing. My time is precious, especially at this new phase of my life," she said. Jennie was indeed very busy, learning the grits and grinds of running a record label all by herself after her recent departure from YG Entertainment. "But I'll make an exception for you; I see you just moved in and are also still patching things around in your new life," she said, looking at your underwear the whole time.

"I think we still have time for a quickie, but I won't take my clothes off," she said, setting the rules. "Sure, even if it's only 10 minutes, I'm fine with this. Your house, your rules," you replied to her.

Jennie didn't waste any time, as she was already behind schedule. Sensing your cock still wasn't ready, she grinded her ass against your clothed shaft. You could see her cheeks popping out, and she was wearing nothing under her shirt. You answered her moves, humping your fabric against Jennie's perfect pussy and sensing your cock get harder at each slow thrust of your pretending to passionately fuck her. You then reached under her shirts to grab her tits and followed it with a few spankings of her sexy ass, much to her enjoyment.

Jennie sensually licked your torso, then got on her knees and set her sights on the monster bulging under your underwear. You helped her and took your underwear off by yourself as your cock sprung out all the way into touching Jennie's nose. She looked extremely tiny from that spot, as her head didn't even reach over your hips. Jennie gave your tip a soft suck before jerking your cock as hard as she could, blowing your pipe off as her right hand ran all over your shaft while her left hand landed in your balls.

You wondered if Jennie just wanted to suck your cock for 5 minutes and let you go after you cum. She did that many times to guys who couldn't handle the power of her blowjob. It was all a test to see if you could take further leaps. Jennie put her nails in your crotch and started sucking your pole with no hands, leading to your first hard groan. That move has finished many guys over her 7-year career, and she has mastered it to a top-level degree. The way she throated a cock with ease had you on your knees, but you knew you couldn't literally blow this opportunity.

But her blowjob was tough to resist—ball touching, shaft stimulation, tip sucking—it seemed like she knew all the right spots. Indeed, you were just one of the countless cocks she has faced. As Jennie moved down to your balls, you looked at your tip, already fully red, wondering how you hadn't dropped a fountain of cum all over the kitchen's floor yet. And she wasn't going to stop. Recognizing it, Jennie blew some hot air right at your throbbing spot. It had barely been two minutes of her sucking you off, but it felt like she had been there for two hours. She was truly hungry for some long, big sausage for breakfast.

Jennie still hadn't stopped sucking your cock; you just groaned and stood on the edge, waiting for her torture to be over. You were conflicted; maybe you should just shoot all over her mouth and move on to something else. She licked, jerked, mopped, and, most of all, sucked your hard prick like she wanted to give you a heart attack. "Stop," you murmured, but she didn't hear a peep, instead shoving your tip to bulge under her cheeks and deepthroating your shaft using no hands, then slapping it under her clothed chest before giving your cock some kisses and resuming with her fast-paced sucking.

You barely survived Jennie's five-minute-long cock-sucking barrage. Your eyes brightened when she said those words: "Wanna fuck me?" as Jennie spread her right leg and placed it at the kitchen's sink, her holes just peeking under her shirt. You had 5 minutes at most, so you had to enjoy every second of it, sticking your cock in her tight vaginal entrance shortly after. Jennie pushed her right leg in your direction and let you grab her by her right thigh, making your cock point vertically towards her pussy to reach deeper inside it.

Jennie's tight pussy offered a lot of resistance to your shaft. No matter how many such sessions she had, she always managed to keep her holes tight with plenty of exercise. You had to grab her lower thigh instead, but so far only your tip has managed to dive under her massive clitorial hood. Your penetrations were somewhat shallow, but lucky for you, they seemed to have hit the right spots, unless she was faking those out-of-breath moans she started to give after a few adjustments you made to penetrate her cunt.

You made sure to sense how she felt as you suddenly penetrated her deeper, making Jennie squeal for the first time. She firmly held her small body against the sink, giving you a naughty stare as your cock finally managed to fully stretch her out, taking advantage to lift her leg even higher and grab her by the waist. You could finally get a view of her throbbing clit and you hadn't even touched it due to the inconvenience of her shirt; instead, it was Jennie who took advantage of her clit being more accessible to finger herself. "Give it to me, baby," she said in a sexy voice while running her tongue all over her lips.

Jennie held herself by your neck, while her elbow was the only thing keeping her still tied to the sink, making her little, fragile body ache. In spite of that, you showed no signs of slowing down, giving her short but very deep pumps in her slit. You firmly gripped Jennie's slim waist, giving her faster and deeper poundings each time. She switched positions, putting her legs back on the floor and clenching her pussy all over your shaft while doing so. Now you had both hands on her waist and only 3 minutes left, so it was time to hit hard with no worries.

You increased the speed with which you hammered Jennie's cunt, taking her fully under control as your right hand grabbed her waist while your left hand grabbed her neck. Jennie reached under her shirt and spread her ass cheeks a little to ease the pressure of your deep pumps hitting her cervix at full speed. Just as she did that, your balls clapped intensely against her cheeks, smashing her little fingers. You quickly found out that two hands on her waist was the way to go, as you were much stronger than her. She had no answer to your hard pumps except moaning and screaming like a slut.

Jennie stopped as she climbed on top of the sink, now facing you. You once again grabbed her right thigh, but this time she managed to push you closer by wrapping her left leg around your butt as you entered back into her pussy. Now you were the one putting Jennie literally on the edge, as her ass was about to fall from the sink before you pushed it up just in time. Jennie's pussy finally on full display to you makes you try even harder, as you can now fully see your throbbing monster bulge under her little trimmed bush. She's a master of moaning; her voice is so sexy, it makes you wonder if she could release a single just recording them and top the charts.

"Ah yes, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," she continues to moan as your cock stretches her fuckhole at a steady pace and your skin claps against her meaty clit. You hit Jennie as deep as you can before letting her climb down the sink. You assume your 10 minutes are over as Jennies goes back to kneeling to suck your meat and milk you dry in a minute or so. Using her no-hands sucking of your manhood, you brace yourself to blast in Jennie's mouth at any second. She places her hands on your thighs and then masturbates your shaft while muffling her moans under your balls. A fast jerking of your foreskin and her tongue running up and down your shaft have you on the edge of your seat once more. She kisses your tip and spits on your dick. You now have only one minute left, and try to hold on until the moment finally comes.

Jennie gives you a fast jerkoff while inserting your tip in her mouth. You know she's searching for that cum. She doesn't even try to hide anymore. You just feel satisfied if you fill her warm mouth with a hot and heavy dose of sperm at this point. 30 seconds left. More jerkoffs from Jennie. She slaps your tip on her tongue, then goes back to suck it deep. 10 seconds left. You just relax and close your eyes; whatever comes next will be enough for you. That's when Jennie surprises you with those words:

"I think you earned a few extra minutes," she says, putting her left knee on the kitchen table while her right knee is slightly lower on the bench. It takes a bit for you to regain strength from Jennie's almost deadly blowjob, as you start back with very slow pumps in her pussy, grabbing her by the hair as you manage to get halfway in, with her pussy tightening after those minutes without your cock inserted in it. As your cock finally disappears under her shirt, Jennie starts screaming harder. "AHHH. AHHH. AHHH. AHHH.." Her cheeks jiggle as she approves of your pounding. Then words that are about to send you to the heavens come from her mouth.

"Now I want you to fuck my ass," Jennie says as she closes her legs and plants both of them on the floor before spreading them back for your anal insertion. Jennie screams and gleefully licks her thumb as you insert your full length in her asshole, reaching under her shirt to masturbate herself. Your well-above-average girth was too much even for an experienced anal cocksleeve like Jennie, as she placed her hands on her ass to spread and ease up her butthole entrance. Your cock filled every inch of her anus, making her pant at each thrust.

"Oh, this feels good," Jennie says once the initial pain is gone. She's a quick learner and can adjust to any cock, enjoying your anal stretching to the fullest now. "Ahhhh, that's good!" Jennie screams of pleasure as your meat keeps drilling her asshole and establishes a consistent rhythm, not going super rough on her and just using your firm grip on her waist to your advantage when penetrating. She alternates sexy murmurs with more high-pitched screams as you advance inside her tight hole.

Jennie puts her legs fully over the table. The gape in her butthole is much wider now and makes for much easier penetration this time. You place both hands in her ass and softly push your cock, leading to more sexy noises from her. She licks her index finger and puts it in your mouth to suck. You go a little faster as your cock starts to fully disappear inside her anus, but even as you increase the speed, you're very passionate and try as much as possible not to hammer her just for the sake of it.

"Yes, just keep fucking my ass," Jennie approves. You once again increase the pace and hit her deeper as she pants and makes some cute little noises with her mouth barely open. Now it's your turn to shove your thumb on it as the tongues it. You ruin her lipstick and mark her neck with it as your thumb slides down. Your pace is very steady as you touch all of Jennie's erogenous zones, with a little grope of her tits under the shirt and some massaging of her neck as well.

You finally can't resist the urge to pound her asshole hard and fast, giving Jennie fast thursts that she enjoys a lot. "Yes, yes, please," she says as you finally clap her cheeks while performing anal on her. Jennie used the whole table as a support for her body and groans as your hard pounding finally arrives into her asshole, just like you did minutes before to her cunt. Clapping sounds keep coming out every time your hips touch her butt. Jennie screams harder as her butthole finally gets fully stretched out.

"YES. YES. YES," Jennie says, almost losing her voice as you take her by surprise with fast hammerings in her asshole. You now mold her rectum to the shape of your girthy manhood, making clap sounds in her ass that match with her perfect out-of-breath moans. "It feels so good to be fucked in the ass; I'll give you 10 extra minutes," Jennie says as you pull out of her.

Jennie gets on her knees and masturbates herself. She isn't lying. The last time one of her morning acquaintances got to have anal sex with her, she was still under YG. This was her first morning anal fuck as a self-made record label owner. She licks her chops and gives you a demand: "I want you to stick this cock in my ass until you cum," as she spreads her legs to sit in your thick man meat.

You weren't prepared for Jennie's fast ride on top of your dick as you grunt each time she reaches the base of it. You cling to her little tits, but that only makes her go harder. She might be small, but takes your big cock impaling her with ease. Your just like a veiny and meaty version of the big dildo she rides every day first thing in the morning.

After a few clashes with your hips, Jennie stops mid-air and starts fingering herself. You seize the opportunity to push your cock up her rectum. "Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, perfect," she loves when you do it. The harder you pound her, the more heat she puts in her clit while fingering it, and the higher she screams. "Just keep g..." She can't even finish the sentence as your cock and her finger team up perfectly to give her an insane orgasm.

Jennie's loud screams motivate you to fuck her harder; your cock is now taking full ownership of her asshole. You can't even barely see the results of your pounding, thanks to her shirt, but her screams are all you need to hear to keep doing what you're doing. "OH. OH. OH. OH,"  she keeps yelling as your impalement session shows no signs of slowing down—quite the opposite. Her stretched cunt muscles also expand as squirt starts coming out of her vagina with each pounding.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH," Jennie lets out a prolonged scream as your balls keep making a loud noise each time they smash her ass cheeks. She holds herself by the tip of her toes as each pounding now has her on the verge of collapsing. You suddenly stop and let her do the work now, as she bounces just as fast as your pumps. It ends up being a very smart decision, as Jennie tightens her anus around your thick prick and sends shivers all over the shaft of your dick. The rough pounding truly awakened her inner beast, as she now rides you like a maniac for a couple minutes.

"Carry me and fuck me hard," she demands, and you oblige, firmly grabbing her ass and lifting her tiny body. Your dick slides under her oversized shirt straight back to her pussy. "Just fuck my pussy nonst... AH, AH, AH, AH," once again she fails to finish a sentence as your cock hammers her hard. The cheek-clapping sounds at this position are the loudest so far, and you love being in full control and stetching Jennie's walls at full speed, turning her into a slut that only has one word in her vocabulary to speak. She attempts a little ride on your cock, but you are having none of it, just plowing her even harder after she tries it. "AH, YES, YES, YES, YES," is all she can say.

You want to relax a little after such an intense session and sit on the floor. "I think you earned this," Jennie says as she finally takes her shirt off and lets you see her naked body in full display. She sits her ass back on your boner, letting you see her little thong marks. Jennie twerks her little ass as you put just the tip inside her, giving you easy access to suck her tits as she tilts her body in your direction. Jennie may not have the biggest ass, but she knows how to twerk on a cock, spanking herself and turning her cheeks red while she bounces, letting out sexy moans at each slap.

You try to push up, but Jennie quickly shuts her tight hole down and smashes your shaft, moving upwards for more twerking. You grab her cheeks as she slowly opens up her butthole to your meat and increases the pace of her ride, flipping her hair while bouncing her ass straight into the base of your dick.

"Take it, stretech that ass," she commands as she gets her body close to yours, letting you do the work of attempting to drill her anus all the way deep. Her moans start to get out of breath once you pick up the speed. She starts dueling with your cock, twerking while you try to push it up her butthole. "Fuck my ass," she keeps demanding, urging you to rise to the challenge and impale her to the fullest.

You finally do, making your balls clap a lot against her cheeks as you groan at each thrust. You jackhammer Jennie and make her let out even sexier moans. You lift your body off the ground as much as you can, making Jennie's tiny body almost float in the air with each pump. "Ohhh, fuck," Jennie says as she starts panting, with you giving your maximum to fuck her now as she takes pounding after pounding from your massive meat.

Even though Jennie looks very tired, you ended up more exhausted than her, leaving room for her to restart twerking on your cock. As Jennie takes advantage of it, you just watch and let her be the star of the show, the it girl, the ace of morning sex. Jennie's rapid and shallow bounces end up being too much for you to handle, as you shoot ropes of semen all over her butthole as soon as she gives herself another spank that clenches her already tight anal walls to the point your cock can no longer resist.

Jennie turns her microwave on and starts preparing a little hot chocolate to heal herself after such a good fuck. As the chocolate finishes heating up, Jennie gets back to you and says, "I think it needs some milk.". She scoops the cum that fell onto your belly and farts the cum inside her asshole into a cup, adding it to the hot chocolate mug and mixing it up, drinking the whole thing in front of you. "So tasty, just like I wanted it," she says.

"I have to go now; I'm late to work, and I have a lot of business to do today. I'm starting a new life, so I'm very busy. I guess I'll have to take the helicopter to work," she said. Yes, Jennie was truly a celebrity beyond your league. You truly felt a little jealous but somewhat proud that you managed to cum inside the Jennie Kim's tight asshole as you dressed yourself up and took off, knowing you'd be at least an hour late to your work and face the worst of rush hour.

A few weeks passed by. Jennie did not contact you. Maybe she was indeed lying, and you were just a quickie to warm her up for a busy day. One day, as you were already on your way to work and on the verge of leaving the condo, a text message popped on your screen; it was from her, this time sending you a full-body shot of her naked with the caption. "Come to my house NOW".

You didn't hesitate, making a U-turn with your car and heading to Jennie's home. Her door was already open just waiting for you to come, as you find Jennie this time in her living room. In an inversion of the first time you two met, this time you had your full work attire on while she was wearing just her underwear.

"Do anything you want to me," she says, giving you the sign to come in her direction.

You're definitely not going to work today.

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EPISODE 8 — BURGULARY & BUSINESS ! — featuring nanami kento (4.8k words) & ino takuma (7.2k words) content warnings: all of this is implied as roleplay, boss! nanami x secretary reader, slasher/burgular ino! x reader, ino is implied wearing a (ski) mask, heavy dubcon & cnc, manipulation, praise, lowkey nymphomanic reader, masochist reader, degrading, impact play (reader is slapped on her face once and ass mostly), manhandling, gagging (with a tie), implied blowjob, dry humping and grinding, threathening + manipulation + obsession, cumplay/cum eating, knife-play, fear play, squirting, slight mindbreak + dumbification, brat taming, slight edging, sadistic dom! nanami, mean, sadistic dom! ino — kinktober masterlist ♰ general masterlist

NANAMI’s brow twitched as he stood beside you, jaw clenched, eyes fixed firmly ahead. 

the elevator’s walls seemed to close in tighter with every second, the faint hum of machinery amplifying the tense silence. you stood so close, the scent of your perfume teasing his senses — a sharp reminder of how out of place this whole situation was. work, earn, repeat. that’s how he lived. it was simple. clean-cut. structured.

but right now, in this absurdly small elevator, everything felt off-balance. he could feel the warmth radiating from you, the delicate brush of your shoulder against his suit jacket with every slight movement. was it always this hot in here? nanami shifted, tugging at his tie just a fraction, his jaw tightening further. it felt ridiculous to be this on edge just because of proximity, but there it was — an unshakable awareness that seeped into his calm, logical mind like an unwanted visitor.

his rational side was fighting to stay in control, but his body wasn’t making it easy. the steady beat of his pulse quickened each time your arm brushed his, and he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering for a second — just a second — about how soft your skin would feel beneath those elegant clothes you wore.

he pushed the thought down instantly, berating himself. it was a distraction, an unnecessary complication. he was above this. or at least, he should be.

but damn, was it always this hot in here?

nanami’s mind snapped back to the present when your voice, soft and unsure, broke the silence. he barely registered the exact words at first — just the tone of it, like a hesitant melody that cut through his carefully maintained composure.

"thirty minutes," you stammered, glancing at your phone. "they said it’ll be at least thirty minutes before someone can get us out of here." you bit your lip, shifting your weight nervously beside him. he didn’t miss the way your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your skirt, the way your voice quivered, betraying a mix of awkwardness and something else he couldn’t quite place.

thirty minutes? he scoffed inwardly. it was frustrating enough to be stuck in an elevator with no air circulation, but to know he had to wait that long... for a man like nanami, who valued efficiency and punctuality above all else, this was unacceptable. his jaw clenched as the thoughts spun: tardiness, laziness, incompetence. no job should ever be done half-heartedly. he hated that.

but, then again, the real issue wasn’t just the service delay. no, the real issue was that he was stuck here with you — this pretty little distraction that was making it harder to focus with every passing minute.

and then you said it. casual, innocent, like it was nothing.

"so, um… are you… single?"

he blinked, eyes narrowing slightly as he turned to glance down at you. the question hung between you two, your wide eyes meeting his, an almost naive curiosity written on your face. was this a joke? his lips parted, but nothing came out for a second, as if his mind had temporarily stalled.

why did that question, of all things, get under his skin? his instinct was to scoff again, to brush it off. nanami’s gaze flicked to you, his brows knitting in confusion. your question had already thrown him off, but now, seeing the way you fumbled over your words, he felt that familiar tightening in his chest. you were a stammering mess, nervously wringing your hands, the space between you two suddenly feeling suffocating in a different way.

"i-i mean… you’re so stoic and handsome," you rambled, cheeks flushing as you tried to explain yourself. "i just thought… you probably have someone, right? someone waiting for you?"

his eyes narrowed at first, fully intending to brush off the compliment and offer some curt response about his work mantra, how he kept things simple, focused — no time for distractions, no room for anything beyond work, earn, repeat.

but before he could form the words, his gaze dropped — just for a second — to your thighs. tight, smooth, practically spilling out from the fabric of your tights. the subtle outline of your curves etched into his mind, and suddenly, his resolve wavered. damn it.

it was one night.

just one night where the long hours and exhaustion had blurred the lines between professionalism and his personal cravings. when he had come home late, stripped of his suit, worn down from another day of dealing with assignment after assignment, and his mind — his logical, rational mind — betrayed him. it had drifted to you. you, with those delicate curves, your laugh, the way you always seemed to catch his eye when you thought he wasn’t looking.

he remembered laying in bed, fighting it at first, but then…

he caved.

his hand had slipped under the waistband of his boxers as he allowed his imagination to run wild. you — beneath him, your lips parted in pleasure, your body arching against him. he could almost feel the warmth of your skin, the way you’d moan his name, how soft you’d feel under his touch. his breath had quickened, his body tensing as he imagined your legs wrapped around him, those very same thighs pressing against his sides, every thought more vivid than the last until…

"sir?"

your soft voice snapped him back to reality.

nanami inhaled sharply, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from your thighs. he straightened, the practiced neutrality returning to his features, though the tension in his body betrayed him. this wasn’t good. not at all.

"no," his voice came out a little rougher than intended, his mind still swirling with remnants of the memory he had tried to bury. "i’m not… seeing anyone."

he caught the way your eyes widened just a little, that curious innocence still there, though now he could see the heat behind it too. you probably didn’t realize just how tightly wound he was right now, how close he was to losing the very control he prided himself on.

"really? i just… i thought someone like you would —" you started to ramble again, but nanami cut you off with a slow exhale, his gaze locking onto yours, more intense now, more dangerous.

"don’t assume things you don’t know," he said, voice low, though there was a flicker of something darker in his tone. like how close i am to breaking right now.

the elevator was too small. you were too close. and it was still too damn hot in here.

your breath hitched as you turned away, eyes wide and heart racing, afraid that you had just crossed a line — perhaps the line — with your boss. nanami kento, ever composed, ever stoic, had just scolded you, and now the weight of your words felt heavier than the claustrophobic walls of the elevator. you mumbled an apology, voice so small it barely reached your own ears, let alone his.

you missed the subtle shift in his expression.

nanami watched you closely, the way your shoulders curled in, your body language shrinking as if you wanted to disappear entirely. his chest tightened, and before he could stop himself — before logic and reason could snap him back into place — his hand moved. just a simple touch, a light brush of his fingers against your shoulder, but the contact sent a ripple of warmth up his arm.

his hand lingered for a moment longer than necessary, as if testing the waters, feeling the softness of your form beneath his fingertips. something softened in his expression, a flicker of guilt stirring in his chest. how could you think he was angry?

"hey," his voice came out lower, gentler this time, as his hand rested fully on your shoulder now, squeezing lightly as though to ground you both. "i’m not mad."

you turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting his for a brief second before darting away again, your apology still fresh on your lips. "i didn’t mean to assume —"

"stop," he cut you off, but his tone was far from harsh. in fact, it almost sounded like… reassurance. he wasn’t mad. how could he be? not when you looked so small, so innocent, so vulnerable in front of him. his good, obedient little secretary. always respectful, always eager to please.

he cursed himself inwardly, knowing it was wrong — so wrong — but here he was, letting his hand linger on you, allowing himself this small indulgence. "you didn’t do anything wrong," nanami continued, his thumb unconsciously brushing the fabric of your sleeve, an almost soothing motion. "there’s nothing to apologize for."

there it was again, that dark temptation creeping in. his rational side screamed at him to pull back, to step away before this crossed into dangerous territory. but why? a small, treacherous part of him whispered. why deny himself this simple comfort? especially when you seemed to melt under his touch, when your body relaxed ever so slightly at his reassurance.

he had been good — disciplined — until now. but standing this close to you, in such a confined space, with no escape… how long could he really keep pretending he didn’t want more?

nanami’s pulse quickened the moment his hand shifted from your shoulder to your cheek, his fingers brushing the soft skin of your face as if testing the limits of his own restraint. the logical part of his brain — the part that had always guided him, kept him focused — was screaming at him to stop. to pull back before this went too far.

but the softness of your skin beneath his palm, the way your wide eyes fluttered shut for a moment at his touch, unraveled his resolve piece by piece. his thumb gently traced slow circles on your cheek, his breath catching in his throat. it was intimate. too intimate. and yet… he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

this is wrong, nanami’s mind insisted, but his body didn’t listen. especially not when your hands, delicate and trembling, rested against his chest. the heat of your touch seeped through his shirt, grounding him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. damn it, this cramped space wasn’t helping — his senses were overwhelmed, filled with nothing but you. your warmth, your scent, the tension crackling between you two like electricity.

he leaned in, close enough that he could feel your breath mingle with his, the temptation of your lips just inches away. he shouldn’t —

and then you moved.

before nanami could close the gap, you surprised him by surging forward, pressing your lips against his with an eagerness that threw him off balance. his body tensed, but not out of shock — no, it was from the sheer rush of pleasure that shot through him as your small frame pushed against his. he didn’t expect this. didn’t expect you to escalate things so suddenly, so boldly.

his back hit the corner of the elevator, the cold metal pressing against him as your lips claimed his in a kiss far more heated than he could have imagined. fuck, he thought, a low groan escaping his throat as he felt your hands grip his chest tighter, your body crowding his with a kind of urgency that made his head spin. your fingers curled into his shirt, holding on as if to steady yourself, but it was him who felt on the verge of losing control.

his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer as his lips parted against yours, deepening the kiss with a hunger he hadn’t allowed himself to acknowledge before. your relatively smaller frame pressed against his, and nanami could feel every curve, every inch of you against him.

you cornered him.

it was almost absurd — the way your smaller body had him pinned, had him caught between you and the elevator wall, and yet… he wasn’t complaining. not one bit. in fact, the tension, the heat, only made him want more.

"you…," he rasped against your lips, his voice rough with need as he finally managed to pull back, if only for a second. his hand cupped your face more firmly now, thumb brushing over your swollen lips as he stared down at you with a dark, hungry gaze. "you shouldn’t… play with fire."

but the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips told him you had no intention of stopping, and neither did he.

nanami's breath hitched as he caught sight of the cheeky, flushed smile spreading across your face. damn, you were too tempting like this — smiling up at him with that mix of innocence and mischief, as if you knew exactly what you were doing. his grip on your waist tightened involuntarily as your words slipped out, teasing, taunting.

"one should finish what they started, no?"

your voice was soft, playful, but the implication behind it was anything but. nanami's jaw clenched, a surge of heat flooding through him at the audacity of it all. you were coaxing him — baiting him into indulging in something he had always kept buried, far away from his pristine world of logic and discipline.

he should stop this. he should —

but instead, nanami snapped.

his large hand moved before he could stop himself, grabbing the bottom half of your face, fingers pressing into your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. there was nothing gentle in the way he held you now, his touch firm, almost punishing, as his dark eyes bore into yours.

"you think this is a game?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, filled with the frustration of a man who had been pushed to the edge. "do you think you can tease me like this and walk away unscathed?"

your eyes widened for a moment, but there was no fear there. just that same glimmer of defiance, that same playful spark that drove him absolutely wild. even with his hand gripping your face, even as he berated you, your pupils were blown with lust, your body trembling not in fear, but in anticipation.

and that — that — made something inside nanami snap even further.

his thumb brushed roughly over your swollen lips, his grip tightening just enough to send a clear message of dominance, yet you never looked away. if anything, you leaned into his touch, your eyes half-lidded with lust, lips parting slightly under his thumb, almost as if inviting him to do more.

"you're enjoying this," nanami rasped, his voice darker now, dripping with a mix of disbelief and hunger. "even when i'm humiliating you, you’re enjoying it." he should have felt disgusted, appalled by the way you responded to his harshness, but instead, he found himself liking it — liking the power he held over you, the way your body responded so obediently, so eagerly to him.

"you’re playing a dangerous game," he warned, though his grip softened, his thumb trailing down to brush over your chin before tilting your face up even more. "but if this is what you want…" his voice dropped to a near whisper, his breath ghosting over your lips as he leaned in close, eyes locked onto yours with a dangerous hunger. "i’ll make sure you know exactly what it means to finish what you started."

he could feel the quickened rise and fall of your chest, the flush creeping across your skin, and it only fueled the fire burning inside him.

nanami’s stomach twisted as soon as his hand connected with your cheek. it wasn’t hard — just a light slap, more to test the waters than anything else. he hadn’t even realized what he was doing until it happened. his breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as the sound of his hand meeting your skin echoed in the small, cramped space of the elevator.

had he gone too far?

the brief silence that followed made his blood run cold. you’d gone quiet, too quiet, and for a second, nanami’s mind raced with panic. he was never this reckless, never this indulgent, and now he feared he’d crossed a line he couldn’t take back.

his hand hovered by your face, the tension thick as he searched your eyes for any sign that you were okay. but before he could even think to apologize, he heard it.

a soft, breathy whimper.

you blinked up at him, your lips slightly parted, eyes dark and half-lidded with desire. and then, as if to send him over the edge, your voice — barely more than a whisper — slipped through your trembling lips.

"more… please."

the word hit him like a freight train. nanami’s chest tightened as he watched you — saw the way your cheeks flushed, your body leaning into his, desperate for more of that dangerous touch. it was intoxicating, the way you responded to him, the way you wanted it, even after he’d pushed boundaries he wasn’t sure should be crossed.

"fuck," nanami muttered under his breath, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. he had fully expected you to recoil, to pull back, but instead, here you were, pleading for more. your voice, that soft, needy plea, sent a rush of heat surging through his veins, every bit of self-control he’d clung to unraveling in that moment.

"you really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?" nanami’s voice was rough, deeper than before, as he let his hand trail back up to your cheek, fingers brushing the spot he had just slapped moments ago. the way you looked up at him, with those wide, lust-filled eyes, made him want to ruin you, to give you exactly what you were begging for.

"more?" he asked, his voice low, testing, as his thumb gently brushed over the slight redness on your cheek. "you want me to keep going?"

your breath hitched, and you nodded, biting your lip as you leaned into his touch again. "yes… please," you whispered, your voice so soft, so full of want that it made nanami’s restraint snap completely.

he let out a low growl, his hand sliding back to grip your face, but this time with more force, more intent. "if that’s what you want," he murmured, his tone dangerously calm as his thumb grazed your lips again. "then don’t blame me when you’re left begging for mercy."

nanami’s breath was ragged, his chest heaving with a mix of desire and control as he watched you squirm beneath him. the tie he’d yanked from around his neck was now wrapped tightly between your lips, muffling your moans as you struggled to breathe, your back arched in a perfect curve. every bit of your body was on display for him, your skirt hiked up, lacy panties doing little to cover the perfect swell of your ass.

he shouldn’t be doing this, but the sight of you, the sound of your muffled whimpers, only made him harder — made him want to push you even further.

his large hand came down with a sharp smack! against the soft skin of your ass, the impact sending a ripple through your body. the sound filled the small elevator, and your back arched even higher, pressing yourself into him, silently begging for more. nanami groaned at the sight, at how eagerly your body responded, your hips moving back to meet every slap with more desperation.

"you’re such a mess," nanami muttered, his voice deep and laced with that dark, dominant edge as he watched you wriggle beneath him. his hand came down again, this time slower, more controlled, delivering another firm spank across your panty-covered ass. "look at you, taking everything I give you. begging for it."

you whimpered around his tie, the fabric soaked with your saliva as you gasped, your muffled cries barely audible but unmistakably needy. nanami’s hand drifted down to your panties, his fingers hooking under the waistband, snapping it back against your skin with a sharp snap! you arched into him again, your body reacting instinctively, and he couldn’t help but let a wicked smirk tug at his lips.

"you like that, don’t you?" he teased, gripping the waistband tighter before letting it snap against your skin once more. "you’re arching so beautifully for me… you want more?"

your muffled whimper was all the answer he needed, your body trembling as you nodded frantically, practically begging for him to keep going. nanami let out a low growl of approval, his hand trailing over the red marks forming on your ass, the heat of your skin searing under his touch.

"such a good little secretary," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft as his hand slid up the curve of your back, fingers grazing your skin before pulling away to deliver another sharp spank. the sound was louder this time, echoing through the elevator, and your body jolted in response, a muffled cry escaping your lips as you arched impossibly higher, pushing yourself further into his touch.

"look at you," he rasped, his fingers trailing over the lacy fabric again, teasing you with light touches before pulling back. smack! — another slap, harder this time, your body jerking in response. "you’re practically begging for it."

he pulled back just enough to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing firmly before tugging at the waistband of your panties once more, letting it snap against your skin with a satisfying snap that made you shudder.

"such a good girl," nanami groaned, his breath heavy as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand continued its merciless assault on your ass. "and you’re going to take everything i give you, aren’t you?"

before he could even register it, you had already gone down on nanami and gave him the best head of his life. his chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared down at you as you stood up, still reeling from the sight of you swallowing every last drop of him. the way your eyes gleamed with pride, lips glistening as you stood up and wiped the corners of your mouth — it was enough to drive a man insane. but just as he tried to gather himself, the elevator jolted violently, sending you crashing face-first into his chest.

"oh, shi —" you barely managed to gasp before your body fell against him, your hips bucking forward, and there it was — your clothed cunt rubbing against his still-exposed, sensitive tip. the friction sent a jolt of electricity through both of you.

"fuck," nanami hissed through gritted teeth, his hands instinctively gripping your waist, holding you tight against him. your body felt so warm, so soft, pressed against his, and before he could think about what he was doing, his hips bucked forward slightly, dragging the swollen head of his cock right against your folds through the thin fabric of your panties.

you choked back a gasp, eyes widening as your phone rang in your hand. the elevator was operational again, but your body was flush against nanami's, and the heat between your legs was building fast. still, you answered the call with shaky hands.

"uh, hello…?" your voice was breathless, wavering, as you fought to keep your composure. nanami wasn’t making it easy, though. he kept his grip firm on your hips, his eyes dark with lust as he dragged his cock against your clothed pussy, the fabric of your panties dampening with every slow grind.

his breath was hot against your neck as he leaned in, voice low and teasing. "keep your voice steady," he murmured, his lips barely grazing your ear as his hips rolled again, pressing harder against your folds, "don’t let them know how desperate you are right now."

you bit your lip, trying not to moan as the person on the other end of the line spoke. "y-yes, uh… we’re still in the elevator… it’s — it’s working now, though," you stammered, gripping the phone tightly in one hand while your free hand clutched nanami’s shirt for support. every movement he made had you biting back another sound of pleasure.

nanami's hands slid down to your ass, squeezing roughly as he pulled your hips closer, dragging your clothed cunt harder against him. "you’re making this harder than it needs to be," he muttered, the smirk in his voice unmistakable as he ground himself against you again. "but we’re already here… might as well enjoy it."

your eyes fluttered shut as a quiet gasp escaped your lips. "we’ll… we’ll be out soon," you somehow managed to say into the phone, but your voice was shaky, betraying just how much you were struggling to maintain your composure.

nanami chuckled darkly, his hands continuing their slow, torturous grind against you. "you sound like you’re about to fall apart," he teased, his fingers dipping between your legs just enough to feel the dampness soaking through your panties. "all while you’re on the phone. such a good girl, keeping your composure."

the moment the call ended, you let out a soft whimper, your hips bucking into him instinctively. "nanami, please —"

but nanami silenced you with another slow, deliberate roll of his hips, his cock dragging perfectly along your soaked folds. "don’t rush me," he murmured, voice low and commanding as he pulled you even closer, grinding his length harder against your clothed core. "i’m not done with you yet."

nanami’s breath was ragged, and so was yours, your bodies tangled together in the tight confines of the elevator. his cockhead pressed right against your soaked panties, the thin fabric doing little to hide just how wet you were for him. with every shift of your hips, his cock smeared more of your slick arousal over your panties, and his resolve teetered on the edge of crumbling.

“look at you,” nanami groaned, his fingers tightening their grip on your waist as he dragged your hips back, then forward again, his cockhead rubbing against your soaked folds. “such a dirty little thing, pressing yourself against me like this.”

your body shuddered at his words, the rough, needy tone sending a rush of heat straight between your legs. you could barely think straight, could barely hold yourself up as the tension between you two thickened. “i — i didn’t mean to get so messy,” you whimpered, your lips trembling as you pressed harder against him, grinding yourself down onto his cock. “but… you made me all wet.”

nanami let out a deep chuckle, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in closer. “oh, is that what happened?” he teased, his voice thick with lust as his hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, tugging on it just enough to feel how soaked they were. "seems like you’re a mess for me, no matter where we are."

“n-nanami…” you gasped, your voice trembling with need as you felt him rub against you more insistently. your hands gripped his shirt, knuckles white as you pressed yourself even harder against him, desperate for more of that delicious friction. “please… we can’t just —”

but nanami silenced you with a low growl, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “we can’t just what?” he asked, his voice dark, teasing as he leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing yours. “can’t keep getting messy in this elevator? you’re already soaked, sweetheart. might as well finish the job.”

you whimpered, nodding eagerly despite your body trembling with anticipation. nanami’s hand slid lower, fingers brushing over the soaked fabric of your panties before pulling them aside, exposing your slick, needy folds to him. “see?” he muttered, his fingers grazing your swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. “so fucking wet for me.”

you gasped, pressing yourself harder against his cock as he teased you with his fingers. “it’s your fault,” you mumbled, lips brushing his as you pouted. “now we’re both messy.”

nanami’s grip on your waist tightened, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he dragged his cock along your folds, smearing more of your wetness over both of you. “guess we’ll just have to clean up,” he murmured, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. “back in my car.”

your eyes widened, a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through your veins at his words. “you’re gonna…?”

“oh, i’m going to teach you a proper lesson,” nanami growled, his voice dripping with promise as he pressed his cock harder against you, his breath hot against your lips. “you’re not getting away with just this.”

his hands gripped your waist, pulling you even closer, grinding his cock against your slick folds with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. “we’ll take this to the backseat,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as he dragged out the words. “and i’ll show you just what happens when you get messy like this.”

you bit your lip, eyes dark with lust as you felt him tease you, the thought of being alone with him, in the back of his bmw, sending another wave of arousal through your body. “promise?” you purred, your hips pressing harder against him as you grinded yourself against his cockhead.

nanami’s grip tightened, his voice a low, dangerous rasp as he whispered back, “oh, sweetheart… i never break a promise.”

the soft sound of something shuffling across the floor reaches your ears, pulling your attention away from the tv. at first, you think it’s nothing — maybe the wind, or something outside. but the noise is too close, too distinct. 

like footsteps.

you stiffen slightly, your gaze darting toward the hallway, where the sound seemed to come from. probably just the pipes creaking, you think, trying to calm your racing heart. but when the noise happens again, louder this time, your pulse quickens. that… that wasn’t the pipes.

it must be my cat, you reason, your nerves settling slightly as you tell yourself that. the comforting thought almost makes you relax — except for one glaring issue. 

you don’t have a cat.

your breath hitches, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as fear claws at your chest. your fingers grip the edge of the sofa, and your mind races with a hundred possibilities — each worse than the last. it’s probably nothing, you tell yourself again, but it’s useless now. you already know something’s wrong.

the soft sound of footsteps grows closer, and before you can react, a shadow moves at the edge of the hallway. your heart leaps into your throat as a tall figure steps into view, the dim light casting a dark silhouette against the walls.

you freeze, your breath caught in your chest, as your wide eyes take in the man standing before you. he’s tall — way taller than you — broad-shouldered and built in a way that screams danger. his face is hidden behind a black ski mask, but dirty blonde hair sticks out messily from beneath it, and the glint in his eyes, barely visible through the mask’s slits, makes your blood run cold.

oh no… oh no…

“well, well…” his voice is deep, a little raspy, carrying a calmness that sends a shiver down your spine. “looks like i’ve found myself a pretty little thing tonight.”

your stomach drops. fuck. you’ve heard of this — of him. the burglar who’s been hitting all the homes in the area. you’d heard whispers from your friends, warnings that someone was targeting women who lived alone, but you didn’t think it’d happen to you. and now here you are, face-to-face with him.

he takes a slow step forward, and you instinctively shrink back into the cushions of your sofa, your eyes darting around the room, desperately looking for an escape. but there’s nowhere to go. he’s blocking the only way out.

“you’re exactly my type,” he continues, his tone teasing as his gaze sweeps over you. “kinda hard not to notice when you’re all alone like this.”

your heart hammers in your chest as panic rises, but you can’t move, can’t speak, can’t even scream. it’s like your body’s frozen in place, paralyzed by fear and the oppressive weight of his presence.

he steps closer, his eyes never leaving you, and you swallow hard, your throat dry. you should be doing something, anything — but your brain refuses to cooperate. every instinct in your body is screaming at you to run, but your legs feel like they’re made of lead.

“what’s the matter?” the man — INO, you realize with dread — tilts his head slightly, mocking concern in his voice. “cat got your tongue?”

the soft sound of something shuffling across the floor reaches your ears, pulling your attention away from the tv. at first, you think it’s nothing — maybe the wind, or something outside. but the noise is too close, too distinct. 

like footsteps.

you stiffen slightly, your gaze darting toward the hallway, where the sound seemed to come from. probably just the pipes creaking, you think, trying to calm your racing heart. but when the noise happens again, louder this time, your pulse quickens. that… that wasn’t the pipes.

it must be my cat, you reason, your nerves settling slightly as you tell yourself that. the comforting thought almost makes you relax — except for one glaring issue. 

you don’t have a cat.

your breath hitches, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as fear claws at your chest. your fingers grip the edge of the sofa, and your mind races with a hundred possibilities — each worse than the last. it’s probably nothing, you tell yourself again, but it’s useless now. you already know something’s wrong.

the soft sound of footsteps grows closer, and before you can react, a shadow moves at the edge of the hallway. your heart leaps into your throat as a tall figure steps into view, the dim light casting a dark silhouette against the walls.

you freeze, your breath caught in your chest, as your wide eyes take in the man standing before you. he’s tall — way taller than you — broad-shouldered and built in a way that screams danger. his face is hidden behind a black ski mask, but dirty blonde hair sticks out messily from beneath it, and the glint in his eyes, barely visible through the mask’s slits, makes your blood run cold.

oh no… oh no…

“well, well…” his voice is deep, a little raspy, carrying a calmness that sends a shiver down your spine. “looks like i’ve found myself a pretty little thing tonight.”

your stomach drops. fuck. you’ve heard of this — of him. the burglar who’s been hitting all the homes in the area. you’d heard whispers from your friends, warnings that someone was targeting women who lived alone, but you didn’t think it’d happen to you. and now here you are, face-to-face with him.

he takes a slow step forward, and you instinctively shrink back into the cushions of your sofa, your eyes darting around the room, desperately looking for an escape. but there’s nowhere to go. he’s blocking the only way out.

“you’re exactly my type,” he continues, his tone teasing as his gaze sweeps over you. “kinda hard not to notice when you’re all alone like this.”

your heart hammers in your chest as panic rises, but you can’t move, can’t speak, can’t even scream. it’s like your body’s frozen in place, paralyzed by fear and the oppressive weight of his presence.

he steps closer, his eyes never leaving you, and you swallow hard, your throat dry. you should be doing something, anything — but your brain refuses to cooperate. every instinct in your body is screaming at you to run, but your legs feel like they’re made of lead.

“what’s the matter?” the man — INO, you realize with dread — tilts his head slightly, mocking concern in his voice. “cat got your tongue?”

his lips curve into a smirk beneath the mask, and something dark flickers in his gaze as he watches you, clearly enjoying the way you’re trembling in front of him. he’s toying with you — and that realization only makes your stomach twist tighter.

ino’s gaze drops down to your body, taking in the way your chest rises and falls with shallow, rapid breaths. he lets out a soft chuckle, his hand coming up to his mask as he adjusts it slightly. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’m not here to hurt you,” he says, though his tone is anything but reassuring. “at least… not unless you give me a reason to.”

he steps forward again, his body now looming over you, the proximity making your skin crawl with a mix of fear and something else — something darker, more primal. his gloved fingers reach out, tracing along the curve of your jawline, and you flinch at the contact.

“now, be a good girl,” he purrs, his voice dropping lower as his fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “and maybe this won’t be as bad as you think.”

your heart pounds so loudly in your ears that you barely hear his words, but the weight of his presence, the teasing menace in his tone, is enough to send your mind spiraling. how do you get out of this?

“don’t… don’t do this,” you finally manage to whisper, your voice trembling as your wide eyes search his for any sign of mercy. “please…”

he laughs — a soft, almost amused sound that makes your blood run cold. “oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning in close, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath through the mask. “you’re not in any position to be begging just yet.”

fear propels you into a sprint as you dart past ino, your heart pounding in your chest as you fly up the stairs, each footfall echoing in the quiet of your home. the adrenaline surges through your veins, urging you to move faster, to escape the looming threat behind you. you have to get away!

“oh come on!” his voice is exasperated, almost amused, as it fades behind you, but the sound only pushes you to go quicker. you burst into your room, slamming the door shut behind you and fumbling with the lock, praying it holds long enough for you to catch your breath.

but before you can even take a moment to steady yourself, the door crashes open with a deafening bang, splintering the silence in your room. you barely have time to register the fact that he’s already inside before he lunges at you, a blur of motion that’s far too quick for your startled mind to process.

he grabs you, pulling you toward him with an ease that makes your heart drop. the bed hits your back as he practically throws you onto it, the impact sending a jolt of panic through your body. you scramble back, trying to put as much distance between you as possible, but there’s nowhere to go. he’s looming over you, and the way he looks down at you sends chills racing up your spine.

“you really thought you could run away?” ino says, his voice dripping with amusement, the ski mask still hiding his face but doing nothing to mask the predatory glint in his eyes. “that’s cute.”

you watch him warily, breathless and wide-eyed as he leans over you, his hands gripping the edges of the bed as he keeps you pinned in place. the way the texture of the mask brushes against your skin sends jolts through your body, a confusing mix of fear and something else — a dangerous thrill that makes your heart race even faster.

“don’t fight me,” he says, his tone low and teasing, as if he’s reveling in the way you tremble beneath him. “you really don’t want to make this harder on yourself.”

with a swift motion, he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with surprising strength. your heart races as you feel the weight of his body pressing down against you, his proximity overwhelming in the most disorienting way. your body betrays you, heat flooding your cheeks as you struggle against his hold, but he only tightens his grip, a smirk forming beneath his mask.

“you’re stronger than you look,” he muses, his eyes glinting with mischief as he observes you, clearly enjoying the way you squirm. “but it won’t do you any good now, sweetheart.”

you bite back a whimper as you try to wriggle free, panic clawing at your throat. the reality of the situation sinks in — he’s here, he’s got you, and you’re utterly at his mercy. the thought sends a fresh wave of fear coursing through you, and you can feel your breaths quickening again.

“let me go!” you plead, your voice trembling as you meet his gaze. there’s gotta be a way out of this, you think desperately, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to think straight.

“not a chance,” ino replies, his voice smooth and confident. “you’re way too much fun like this.”

he leans in closer, and the scent of him washes over you — something musky and earthy that mingles with the faint hint of sweat. it’s intoxicating, and for a moment, your breath hitches, your body reacting in ways you’re not prepared to face.

“you’re going to make this easy for me,” he continues, his voice dropping lower, a teasing lilt dancing in his tone. “or I’ll have to make it harder.”

his grip is firm but not painful, and the weight of his body on top of yours feels suffocating in a way that makes your head spin. he’s close enough that you can see the small details of the mask — the way it contours to his face, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. it’s disarming and confusing, and you can’t help but feel a strange mix of fear and… excitement?

“now,” he says, his voice low and coaxing as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “let’s have some fun, shall we?”

the sudden ring of your phone slices through the tense atmosphere like a knife, and instinctively, you reach out for it, your heart racing with a mix of hope and terror. maybe it’s your friend calling to check in, and maybe, just maybe, she’ll hear what’s happening and come to your rescue.

you snatch the phone off the dresser, fumbling with the screen as you answer the call, “h-hello?” your voice trembles slightly, the sound of your friend’s voice on the other end a brief flicker of relief. but before you can say anything, a heavy hand clamps over your mouth, silencing you as ino leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“if you make a sound,” he whispers, low and threatening, “i won’t hesitate to kill you — and whoever’s on the other line.”

the weight of his words hits you like a ton of bricks, and your heart drops. he can’t be serious... you think, but the knife he presses gently against your neck tells you otherwise. the cool blade sends a shiver down your spine, and you freeze, your grip on the phone tightening as you fight to maintain your composure.

“are you busy?” your friend asks through the line, oblivious to the turmoil happening just a few feet away. “i need your help with something!”

you nod slightly, not daring to make a sound as you press the phone closer to your ear, forcing yourself to respond while keeping your voice steady. “n-no, i’m… i’m not busy,” you manage to stutter out, your pulse racing as ino’s hand stays firmly over your mouth, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his lips.

as your friend continues talking, asking about your availability, you’re acutely aware of ino’s body pressing against yours, the way he languidly rolls himself against your clothed cunt, sending an unexpected wave of heat coursing through you. “just a sec,” you manage to mutter into the phone, your voice strained as you try to sound casual while panic rises in your chest. your friend’s voice is a distant hum, the urgency of her words drowned out by the chaos inside your head.

“you’re doing such a good job, babe,” ino murmurs, his tone dripping with mockery, clearly reveling in the power he holds over you. “but don’t forget — if you let out even a peep, this little chat ends for you, and it’ll be messy. got it?”

you nod slowly, your throat tightening as you swallow hard, trying to focus on your friend’s voice rather than the suffocating fear that wraps around you. it’s like a tightrope walk, balancing the need to keep the conversation going while also staving off the overwhelming terror of your situation.

“so, can you come over?” your friend asks, her tone light, unaware of the danger lurking in your room. if only you could scream out for help… but with ino’s knife resting so dangerously close to your neck, that option is off the table.

“uh, sure… just… give me a minute,” you force out, your heart racing as you try to think of a way to escape this nightmare. your mind races, searching for an opportunity, but as ino shifts again, the heat of his body pressing against you feels like a taunting reminder of your helplessness.

“oh, perfect!” your friend chirps. “i really need you, it’s important! i’ll be there in ten!”

the phone call is still going, but you’re barely able to process what your friend is saying as ino continues to roll against you, his movements slow and deliberate, sending shivers of confusion through your body. you feel yourself flush, but there’s no time to dwell on it.

“keep talking to her,” ino whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, sending an involuntary shudder through you. “i wanna hear how good you can be at this. show me you can keep quiet.”

the pressure of his body and the weight of his threat settle heavily on your chest, and you focus on your friend’s voice, trying to keep the conversation alive while battling the overwhelming need to scream. you have to keep it together, you remind yourself, your heart racing with fear and confusion as you desperately try to think of a way out.

your voice trembles as you stammer out excuses, trying desperately to sound convincing. “i… uh, i can’t come over right now. something…something came up.” the words feel foreign on your tongue, but you force them out, glancing nervously at ino. he’s still looming over you, that wicked grin never leaving his face as he continues to press against you, his movements slow and deliberate.

the pressure of his body against yours is overwhelming, each grind sending jolts of unwanted sensation through you, making it harder to focus on the conversation. you can feel the heat pooling in your core, and you hate yourself for it. this isn’t the time for that, you think, but it’s like your body has betrayed you.

“what do you mean? is everything okay?” your friend’s voice is filled with concern, and for a fleeting moment, you wish you could tell her the truth, wish you could scream for help. but ino’s knife presses harder against your neck, the cool metal a stark reminder of how dire your situation is.

“y-yeah, everything’s fine! just… a little… busy,” you manage to force out, your heart racing as you struggle to keep your composure. you can’t let your friend suspect anything is wrong; the stakes are too high.

“busy with what? you sound weird,” she replies, her tone sharpening as she senses your hesitation.

before you can answer, ino rolls his hips against you again, the movement more insistent this time, a low groan escaping his lips as he leans closer. “keep talkin’,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine. “I like hearing you squirm.”

the knife digs slightly into your skin, the threat palpable as you fight to maintain your focus on the call. don’t breathe wrong, you think, panic clawing at your throat. just keep talking.

“n-no, really! i just have a lot going on, that’s all!” you stutter, forcing a laugh that sounds more like a desperate gasp. “i’ll call you back later, okay?”

“are you sure? i can come over if you need help,” she presses, her voice laced with genuine concern.

the tension in your body rises, and you can feel the sweat trickling down your back as ino’s movements become more insistent, each thrust a reminder of his dominance over you. you have to get her off the line, you think desperately, but your mouth feels dry, the words stuck in your throat.

“i… um, no! please, just… give me some space,” you finally manage, praying that your tone sounds convincing. please let her take the hint, you plead silently.

“okay, but call me if you need anything!” she replies, still sounding worried, but you can hear her voice fading as she says goodbye.

as soon as the call disconnects, you exhale a shaky breath, but the relief is short-lived. ino’s gaze is intense, and he leans in closer, the knife still pressing against your neck, reminding you of the fine line you’re walking.

“good girl,” he whispers, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as he continues to grind against you, the friction igniting a heat that you desperately wish you could ignore. “you kept your mouth shut. now, let’s see how quiet you can be.”

the way he’s moving against you, the heat radiating from his body, makes your head spin. the thrill of fear mixes with something else — something you hate yourself for feeling — and you can’t help but shudder as his hands grip your wrists tighter.

“remember,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, “if you make a sound, i won’t hesitate to make this a whole lot worse for you.”

you nod, heart racing, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and fear as he continues to press against you, the weight of his presence suffocating in the most dangerous way.

as ino grinds against you, lost in the heat of the moment, you feel the pressure mounting — not just from his body, but from the knife that lies dangerously close. the tension in the air thickens, your heart racing with a mix of fear and an unsettling thrill.

“you’re so damn good at this,” he murmurs, his voice low and breathy, almost reverent as he leans closer, his eyes dark with desire. but there's a hunger in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.

before you can even process what’s happening, he hoists your legs over his shoulders, shifting your position as he yanks down your pants. panic surges through you, but your body reacts before your mind can catch up. you feel the heat pooling low in your belly, a sickening mix of fear and something you hate to acknowledge.

“just relax,” he whispers, his voice dripping with a predatory edge. the knife lies forgotten somewhere on your bed, the danger still very much present, but now it feels overshadowed by the raw need radiating from him.

as he grinds against your panties, the friction makes you gasp, your body betraying you as he rocks against you with an intensity that makes your head spin. he’s practically whining now, lost in the pleasure of the moment, babbling incoherently as if he’s in a trance.

“you’re s’tight, baby… fuck — i can’t wait,” he pants, his breath hot against your skin. “please…” you whisper, trying to sound firm, but your voice only seems to heighten his excitement.

“shhh, just let it happen,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he continues to grind against you, the heat building between you. he presses against you harder, desperation spilling over as he loses himself in the moment, seemingly forgetting everything else. with a final groan, he presses against you harder, and you brace yourself for what’s to come, knowing you won’t be able to escape this — whatever it is. in the depths of the moment, you understand there’s a twisted kind of power in surrendering, even if you despise it.

as ino hovers over you, the tension crackles in the air, and you can't ignore the heat radiating between your bodies. his manic gaze is locked onto you, eyes wild with an obsession that sends a rush of adrenaline through your veins.

“i can’t help it,” he breathes, his voice low and fervent. “i’ve wanted you for so long. and now that i have you, i can’t control myself.” he shifts against you, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh.

the realization sends a jolt through you. he's completely lost it, you think, a mix of fear and something you can’t quite place swirling inside you. “ino, this is… too much,” you stammer, trying to regain some control over the situation.

“too much?” he echoes, his tone almost mocking. “you don’t even know what you’re asking for. i’ve dreamt about this, about you, for so long. and now that you’re here, in front of me…” he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin, “i can’t hold back.”

the manic energy radiating off him is almost intoxicating, and despite your instincts screaming at you to run, there’s a part of you that feels drawn in, curious about the dark passion he exudes.

“you should be honored,” he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “i don’t let just anyone into my world. but you? you’re special. you’re the only one who gets me.”

“ino, please,” you plead, your heart racing. “this isn’t right.”

he chuckles darkly, his fingers tightening around your wrists as he pins you against the bed. “oh, but it is. this is fate, and you’re meant to be mine. you just don’t see it yet.”

his voice drops to a husky whisper as he inches closer, the tension between you palpable. “and trust me, once you feel how much i want you, you won’t want to escape. you’ll be begging for more.”

the fire in his gaze is both terrifying and thrilling, and as he presses his body against yours, you can’t ignore the rush of conflicting emotions coursing through you. what’s happening?

he lets out a low groan, the sound reverberating through your body as he grinds against you, clearly lost in the moment. “just give in,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours. “let me show you what it feels like to be truly loved.”

with that, he leans in, his mouth crashing against yours, and despite the chaos of the situation, you feel an undeniable spark igniting between you. in that moment, everything shifts, and you realize that you’re caught in his web of manic obsession, and there’s no escaping it now.

ino has you pinned beneath him, his strong arms caging you in as you lie helpless on your bed, heart racing. the weight of him, the scent of his sweat, and the feel of his rough hands gripping your wrists sends a wave of adrenaline and something far darker coursing through your veins. the black ski mask covering his face does little to hide the intensity in his eyes as they roam over you, his lips twitching underneath the fabric.

"you really thought you could run?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as his hips continue to roll slowly against you. your legs instinctively try to close, but his knees force them apart, keeping you in place. the friction between his body and your clothed core makes you whimper, and you can feel his smirk, even if you can't see it. his teasing grind is deliberate, slow — enough to make your body react but not nearly enough to give you any real relief.

"pathetic," he mutters, adjusting his grip on your wrists, forcing them above your head as he leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "you’re already soaked, aren’t you?" his hips press down harder this time, the pressure sending a jolt through your body. each roll is measured, drawing out the tension as he watches you struggle beneath him, both knowing you're trapped, helpless. he could do anything he wanted, and you couldn't stop him.

his fingers trail down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he slides his hand between your thighs, cupping your clothed heat with a rough palm. "fuck," he groans, his voice breaking slightly.

you try to squirm away, your body instinctively fighting against the overwhelming sensation as his rough palm cups your clothed mound, but every slight movement makes the friction worse — or better. the pressure of his touch sends an electric jolt through you, and instead of finding an escape, you shiver beneath him, your breath catching in your throat.

your hips betray you, bucking up into his hand, and a whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. he chuckles darkly, his voice low and teasing as he leans in closer. “oh? trying to fight me, huh?” his fingers press harder against the damp fabric between your legs, and you can feel how wet you’ve already become. the shame hits you, but it only fuels the need growing inside you, your body betraying every thought of resistance.

your chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and a soft sob of pleasure escapes your lips as his hand starts to move, slowly rubbing over your aching core. “look at you,” he sneers, voice dripping with mockery. “you’re crying, and i’ve barely even touched you.” his free hand moves to grab your chin, tilting your head so you can meet his gaze — or what little you can see of it behind that black mask. the gleam in his eyes is pure satisfaction, taking in every little shiver, every shaky breath as he controls your every reaction.

you try to turn your face away, but he forces you to look at him, and you let out a breathless moan, the fight slipping out of you as his fingers continue their torturous, leisurely pace. “that's it,” he coos, his voice both cruel and sweet as his thumb grazes over your clothed clit, sending shockwaves through your body. ��no use running now, you’re mine.”

the words tumble from your lips, barely coherent, desperate as you beg, but even you don’t know if you’re asking him to stop or to give you more. "please... ino, please," you whimper, your voice cracking, but what are you begging for? the pressure on your sensitive nub is overwhelming, making your head spin as his fingers continue their relentless assault. every stroke of his thumb sends jolts of pleasure so sharp it feels like torture, your mind a fog of confusion and need.

your body writhes under him, but you can’t escape — the weight of him pinning you down, the coarse fabric of his ski mask brushing against your neck as he leans down, pressing his lips against your skin. the rough material scrapes over the sensitive flesh, leaving a burning trail that sends a shiver through your entire body. the sensation makes you squeal, the combination of his hand between your thighs and the mask rubbing against your neck sending you spiraling deeper into the haze of pleasure.

you gasp as your hips jerk up into his hand, your walls clenching, tightening with every unbearable stroke of his fingers. "fuck, look at you," he breathes out against your neck, his voice muffled by the mask but dripping with amusement. "you can’t even think straight, can you?"

he grinds his hips into you, and you can feel how hard he is through his pants, the thickness pressing against your core as he matches the pace of his fingers with the slow, torturous roll of his hips. your legs tremble, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure mounts, threatening to swallow you whole.

"you’re practically begging for it," he growls into your ear, his hand tightening its grip on your wrists above your head. "your body wants it, even if your mind is too dumbed out to figure it out." his fingers press harder against your soaked panties, teasing the outline of your entrance, making you gasp and arch into him.

every movement, every brush of his mask against your neck, every stroke of his fingers, sends you spiraling closer to the edge. your walls flutter, trapping him as your body betrays you, clenching down as if trying to pull him in, desperate for more. you’re helpless, lost in the pleasure, the tension coiling in your belly, ready to snap.

your voice catches in your throat, barely a whimper escaping as your body seizes up. the wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling uncontrollably as you squirt, soaking through your panties and the sheets beneath you. your entire body shakes, overwhelmed by the intensity, your mind too scrambled to even form a protest. your nails dig into his arms as you cling to him, trying to steady yourself through the storm of pleasure that’s wracking your body.

ino lets out a low groan, his breath ragged as he feels the wetness seep through to his own skin. "fuck..." he mutters, his voice strained, thick with lust as he fumbles with his pants, pulling himself free. there’s no hesitation, no pause, just the pure, desperate need driving him as he presses himself against your drenched, clothed core. the heat of him, the hardness, makes your body twitch in response, even as you’re still coming down from your high.

"you’re so fucking messy," he grits out, his hips grinding desperately against you, his cock sliding against the fabric, teasing you with every movement. your body reacts instinctively, your thighs trembling, hips bucking up into him as if chasing more. the feel of him rubbing against your wet panties, the pressure just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to give you the full satisfaction your body craves, leaves you gasping for breath.

ino’s hands grip your hips roughly, pulling you tighter against him as he buries his face in your neck, the mask scratching against your skin again. he’s groaning now, his voice deep and broken, lost in his own need as he ruts against you, his movements growing more erratic. “shit, i can’t… i need this,” he mutters, his words slurring as his breath comes out in ragged pants. his cock drags against your clothed entrance, the friction almost too much, and you feel like you’re going to fall apart all over again.

you’re gripping him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulders as your body responds helplessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he continues to rut against you, desperate, frantic. his moans grow louder, his hips stuttering as he chases his release, each grind pushing you further into the haze of pleasure, making you shudder as his weight and need consume you.

you hear him mumble against your neck, broken fragments of words, curses, and your name all mixing together in his heated breath as he loses himself in you. his movements become sloppy, his hips bucking harder, more erratic, and you can feel him getting closer, his body trembling with the same desperation you feel.

ino’s frustration bleeds through his every action, his hips still grinding against you in frantic, messy thrusts, the heat of his body unbearable. you can feel how badly he wants to take you, to rip away the last barrier of fabric between you, but something holds him back — something that only fuels his frustration.

"fuck," he growls, his voice low and filled with anger, more at himself than at you, as his hips grind into your soaked panties. "i should’ve just stripped you down the second i had you pinned here." his breath is hot against your ear, each word dripping with impatience, but his hands tremble slightly as he hesitates, torn between his raw desire and the thin thread of control he’s barely hanging onto.

his hand moves suddenly, and you freeze as the cold steel of his knife presses against your throat once more. the sharp edge bites lightly into your skin, not enough to cut but enough to remind you of the power he holds over you, the danger that hangs in the air. your breath catches, your heart pounding wildly, and your body tenses under him, helpless and trembling as his voice rumbles against your neck.

"if you ever," he growls, his words slow, deliberate, dripping with possessiveness, "let anyone else see these fucking expressions —" his grip tightens on the knife, the blade pushing just a little closer to your skin, making your pulse race even faster. "i swear, i’ll eat them alive." his voice is dark, dripping with a twisted affection as his lips press against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just beneath the edge of the mask.

you shudder, gasping softly as his hips push harder against you, his cock grinding against your soiled core, every movement sending you spiraling further into the mix of fear and pleasure. your mind is a blur, overwhelmed by the sensations, by his possessive words, by the blade at your throat, and the way his body presses so heavily into yours. you can feel his frustration radiating off him, the way his body trembles with the urge to claim you fully, to strip you bare and take everything he wants.

but he holds back, barely, his anger simmering just beneath the surface as he continues to grind into you, his voice low and rough as he growls into your ear. "you’re mine. every look, every moan, every fucking inch of you — mine."

ino’s restraint snaps like a thread stretched too tight. his body trembles against you, his breaths coming out in ragged, shallow gasps as his need overtakes him entirely. his hands, rough and impatient, yank at your shirt, dragging the fabric up and exposing your bare chest to the cool air. the sight of you — helpless, vulnerable beneath him, your skin glistening with sweat — pushes him over the edge.

"fuck... fuck!" he groans, his voice cracking as he stares down at your exposed skin. his hands tighten on your waist, and his hips jerk uncontrollably against you, the pressure building in him unbearable. his eyes, wild with need and hunger, lock onto your chest, and that’s all it takes.

with a growl, his body seizes up, his cock pulsing violently as he spills himself all over your chest, his warm release splattering across your skin, marking you with every pulse of his release. his hips stutter as he continues to grind into you, chasing every last wave of pleasure as his cum drips down your chest, glistening in the dim light. his breathing is uneven, harsh as he rides out the final tremors, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurts.

"shit..." he mutters, his voice strained as he looks down at the mess he’s made of you. his eyes darken, his lips curling into a smirk beneath the mask as he takes in the sight of you covered in him, marked in a way that only he can claim. his breath is hot and ragged as he leans down, the knife still resting against your throat, his body trembling as he presses his forehead against yours.

"that’s what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, filled with a possessive edge. "no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch you."

you’re trembling beneath him, your body still reeling from the intensity of it all. every breath you take is shaky, and the sensation of his release dripping down your torso, warm and sticky, makes you wince slightly, your body too sensitive to handle much more. the way it trails down your skin, pooling at your chest, makes you mewl softly, your voice catching in your throat as you try to choke back your sounds.

ino, though, has other plans. with a low, guttural groan, he dips his head down, his tongue darting out to lap up the mess he’s made of you, dragging it across your chest. the first swipe of his tongue is slow, deliberate, and the feeling of it — his warm, slick tongue against your skin, cleaning you off — makes you gasp. a choked moan escapes your lips, your back arching involuntarily as he hungrily laps at his own essence, savoring both the taste of himself and the way your scent clings to it.

"fuck..." he mutters, his words barely coherent as his tongue drags over your sensitive skin, leaving wet, hot trails in its wake. his breath hitches, and he lets out a muffled moan of his own, completely lost in the sensation, the mix of his taste and your scent driving him wild. his mouth works eagerly, almost desperately, over your skin, each lick and lap more insistent than the last as he chases every drop, his eyes fluttering shut, lost in the moment.

you can hear the wet sound of his tongue as it glides over your chest, the mouth area of his ski mask now damp from his relentless lapping. his movements are rough, uncoordinated, his hands gripping your sides as if trying to keep himself grounded, but his need to taste more — feel more — overpowers everything. his body shudders, his breath coming out in heavy pants as his tongue moves faster, more erratically, licking up every inch of your skin as though he’s desperate to claim every last bit of his release from you.

"so fucking good..." he groans, his voice deep and slurred, eyes rolling back as he presses his face harder into you, his mask now clinging to his skin from the moisture. the combination of your scent and his taste is too much for him, making him delirious, and the low, guttural moans he’s letting out only heighten the sensation coursing through you.

each time his tongue touches your skin, a fresh wave of heat surges through you, your body trembling under the intensity. you can barely form a coherent thought, too lost in the feeling of his mouth on you, his tongue tracing every inch of your skin, drinking you in as though he can’t get enough.

ino's hunger only grows as he alternates between swirling his tongue over your hardened nipples and sucking them into his mouth. the sharp contrast between the gentle lapping of his tongue and the rough, possessive nips against your sensitive buds sends you into a tailspin. you squirm under him, desperate for something to hold onto, your fingers slipping against his dampened mask as you try to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensations.

each time his mouth closes around your nipple, you feel the heat of his breath through the thin fabric of his ski mask, the wetness from his mouth seeping through and clinging to your skin. he sucks harder, his tongue teasing and tasting the mixture of his own release and your skin, letting out a deep, guttural growl as the taste seems to drive him to the brink of insanity.

you scramble for purchase, your hands gripping whatever you can find — his shoulders, his arms — anything to ground yourself as your body jerks under his relentless attention. but your fingers brush against his ski mask, tugging at the edges in your frantic state. you can feel the fabric starting to loosen, nearly yanking it off his head in your desperation.

he growls low in his throat, his hips jerking as your nails accidentally graze his scalp. his voice comes out ragged, hoarse with need as he briefly pulls away from your chest, but not before pressing a bruising bite against your nipple, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

"fuck," he rasps, his voice dangerously low, vibrating against your chest as his breath comes in heavy pants. "you tryna rip this off?" he taunts, though there’s a possessive edge to his tone, his grip tightening on your hips as he pins you down even harder. he’s barely holding himself together, the heat radiating off of him as his mouth crashes back onto your chest, sucking harshly at your nipple, lips sealing around it as he devours every last drop of his essence off of your skin.

his mask is now barely clinging on, damp and slipping, but he doesn’t care. he’s too lost in the feel of you, his growls vibrating against your chest as he sucks greedily, almost as if punishing you for daring to pull at his mask. the intensity of it all makes you cry out, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your body arches helplessly into his mouth.

ino’s grip on you tightens as you mewl beneath him, your voice shaky and breathless as you beg, “please… show me your face…”

he snickers in response, a low, mocking sound that makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment and frustration. "you really think you deserve to see that, huh?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as his hips grind down into you one more time, making you whimper.

"please," you choke out, your voice cracking with desperation. "just once… lemme see you."

his fingers tighten painfully around your hips, and instead of answering, he lowers his head, sucking harshly on your sensitive nipple before delivering a sharp, stinging nip to it. you gasp, your back arching off the bed as the pain shoots through you, mixing with the lingering pleasure, sending your mind reeling.

"ahh! — p-please… stop —" you stammer, but your body betrays you, arching into him, craving more despite the bite. you’re trembling, barely able to think straight as his hand drags across your torso, his touch possessive, lingering, before pulling away.

ino smirks, savoring the way your body reacts to him even as you beg for mercy. "you say stop, but this —" he presses his hand against your heated core, still soaked through your panties — "says you want me to keep going. you're a mess for me." his words are laced with dark amusement, his thumb circling your clit over your soaked panties, making you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"i —" you gasp, struggling to form words as your body writhes beneath him. "i just… please, show me —"

before you can finish your sentence, he suddenly pulls away, standing up at the edge of the bed, leaving you breathless and aching for more. your wide eyes follow him as he wipes the back of his hand across his ski mask, the damp fabric sticking to his face, but still concealing his features from you.

“you think you’re in a position to make demands?” he sneers, tilting his head as he looks down at you, the sharp glint of the knife now tracing along your trembling body. your breath catches in your throat as the cold steel grazes your skin, sending a shiver through you. “maybe i’ll show you… but not today.”

“ino, please —” your voice is soft, pleading, but he only chuckles in response, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask.

“begging won’t change anything,” he growls, his tone colder now, as if to remind you of your place. "you're lucky i’ve even given you this much." he presses the knife lightly against your stomach, dragging it up toward your chest, causing you to gasp.

“you’re mine now," he says softly, but the possessiveness in his voice makes your heart race. “if i ever catch you begging someone else like this, I’ll make sure they never touch you again. got it?”

you can only nod weakly, your body trembling under his gaze. he lets the knife fall away from your skin, stepping back from the bed with a twisted smirk. “good girl.”

before you can respond, before you can even process the mixture of fear and desire still surging through you, he turns, heading for the door. "sweet dreams," he calls over his shoulder, his voice filled with dark amusement as he disappears into the night, leaving you alone, breathless and marked by his touch.

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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 | 𝐭. 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬. 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠

synopsis: You needed a week away from everything to go through a heat that you've suppressed for far too long and when you got to the cabin you weren't expecting two surprises that gave you more than you bargained for.

wc: 8.3k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + reader has pubic hair + hybrid/modern au + knotting + werewolves! toji & shiu + omega! reader + heats/ruts + sex toys + monsterfucking + you fuck them both in their werewolf forms

an: so idk I blacked out and wrote this lmao and it's very self-indulging anyway feedback such as comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, those kind words mean a lot and encourage me to do more writing ♡ - kinktober '24

Running away is never a good idea, but in this case, it was. You needed a moment to get away from everything before it drove you crazy. 

Your job was the one doing most of it with the hours you had to work keeping you busy and more than tired, so tired you didn't realize your heat was upcoming very soon. 

It would be one of the worst ones yet since haven’t had it in such a long time and without the suppressant that would get you through it, you were royally fucked, being in heat and being single was hell on earth and you hated it so you kept it at bay but at least your feelings and heart were left intact. 

Your eyes twitched as you hunched over the desk staring at the computer screen scrolling through the cabins for rent, the place where you could walk around naked and enjoy the peace and quiet by yourself. 

People milled about the work area getting ready for their weekend off but you had put in the request a month ago to take a whole week and a half off. Your heats could be tracked thank goodness so you knew the time frame and since you haven’t had one in a while you knew this could last a bit and be intense. 

After enough mindless scrolling you finally found the perfect place, nestled deep in the lush mountainside next to a running river, the description said the sun set and rose through the stained bay window that cast an array of colors over the hardwood floor and had a clawfoot tub with a beautiful view. 

It was a one-bedroom that faced the mountainside with a balcony to enjoy the view and nature next to a dead forest this time of the year, with no neighbors to hear you get off like a nymphomanic. 

The thin walls of your studio apartment didn’t muffle a thing. 

“What are you doing?” Your friend and coworker Ami asked when she came over to your station leaning against the counter, thrumming her fingers on the marble top. 

You let your eyes drift over to her then back to the computer looking at the pictures, the click sound was something that you were able to drown out since it was something you listened to daily. “Getting away.” You replied flatly. 

Ami understood all too well as an omega and had enough heats to know what it was like, especially when you have suppressed it for a while, the feeling of when it came on was like nothing else and you needed to be alone for it. 

She leaned forward taking the mouse from your hand to click on another tab with different cabins. “I rented this one for two weeks, it was so nice but the people are close and like to visit.” You looked at it and shook your head. 

Your lips drew into a pout as you took the mouse back from her and went back to the one you wanted and filled out the form quickly hoping you could get the slot.

“I don't want to be near anyone, there are woods close by for me to enjoy and the closest neighbor is two miles or more away, which is perfect.” You hummed clicking submit making sure that it went through before exiting the homepage. 

Ami stood straight and patted the top of your hand. “You should find someone to help you through the heat, it’s going to be awful since you’ve been suppressing it for so long.” She sing-songed further irritating you. 

You wanted to snap at her, instead, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. “Not interested, I don’t need anyone to help me through this plus being mated with someone sounds like hell.” 

It was a scenario that you’ve seen too many times. 

Before Ami could say anything her phone began to ring on her desk pulling her away from yours to hurry up and answer it. Your eyes shifted to the clock again, ten minutes and counting down until you were free for two weeks. 

Even though it’s been less than five minutes you opened up your email in hopes of seeing whether or not you got the cabin, every three seconds you hit the refresh button hoping it would be there but nothing but more spam. 

With a sigh, you logged out and started cleaning up your desk stuffing everything in your bag not caring before shutting the computer off. “I’ll see you later!” You called out to your co-workers and made a beeline for the door shouldering it open to hurry up and make it to the parking lot before it rained. 

Before work in the mornings, you’d watch the weather channel to keep up with it because more times than not it was always changing. As soon as you got inside the clouds opened dumping rain in heavy sheets coating your car. 

By the time you made it home, the sun had begun dipping below the horizon turning the sky into a burnt orange with streaks of red and yellows that would make a beautiful picture but you had no time for that, with your bag in hand you scurried to your front door thankful for the awning that kept you dry. 

Once inside you dropped everything with a soft thud and kicked your shoes off hoping soon that you’d get an email about the cabin, however, seeing that it was almost six p.m. and it was a Friday no one would be there to answer the emails but you were excited and ready for a change of scenery. 

Standing in front of your wall calendar dressed in nothing but panties while eating ice cream from the small carton you were able to figure out the last heat you experienced was seven months ago and this one was going to be rough, all the built-up hormones were suppressed waiting to be spilled. 

They started to ooze from the cracks and chips leaving you on edge which only irritated you further because you didn’t even want to feel how hot you burned up or how long it’s been since you’ve been laid, almost two years. 

But it wasn’t like you were counting or anything. 

With a heavy sigh, you rested your head on the wall and shuffled toward the living room looking down at the faded slippers you wore, the ones that have seen all of your teenage years, now you were pushing almost thirty and still single. 

Plopping down on the equally ratty couch that you picked up free from the internet once you were sure it wasn’t bug-infested, the owners at the time just wanted to get rid of it, trash turned into treasure. 

Your eyes tried to stay glued on the TV but it was a fight you could no longer win and ended up falling asleep with your head leaning back and mouth open. 

Hours later you jerked awake from the slam of the door that rattled the walls. 

“Fuck.” You groaned when you saw the ice cream you had in your hand had melted and dripped down on the floor making a creamy mess, the vanilla looked like cum almost, and perhaps that was just because you wanted a load shot deep inside you, it made your blood run hot but you pushed that back to stand up and gathered your bearings before cleaning the mess up. 

Your phone vibrated on the corner of the coffee table alerting you to an email, forgetting the rag and melted ice cream in front of you, you snatched it up and unlocked the screen to read your email for the cabin, the one you wanted was now yours for the entire week, all you had to do was get through was two days. 

The smile that made your cheeks ache couldn’t be wiped from your face no matter what, the place you picked was perfect, and the woods were somewhere you could gather food and you could bathe in the river, connecting with nature would help a lot to get through this heat. 

After the mess was cleaned up there was a pep in your step as you started to pack your bags before heading out to your car stepping in a puddle which usually upsets you, but even that couldn’t bring your day down. 

Going back inside you changed your socks and shoes then you made it to your car and pulled out of the parking lot. 

Even though it was just two weeks you couldn’t wait to get out of the apartment building you lived in, the too-thin walls sure didn’t help when your neighbor's headboard banged in a creaky rhythm or the couple upstairs who yelled daily. 

You twitched in excitement as you pulled up to the sex shop, you needed a few toys to help get off and you had saved up enough money for a sex doll, well it was only just the abs and the removable cock to fit whatever fit your desire. 

Walking inside you looked around and then made a beeline for the other side, the back wall was lined with an array of styles, sizes, and colors. 

You scanned the plastic boxes wondering what attachment to change out for something new when your eyes landed on a werewolf cock, complete with the tapered end and a knot that was already inflated. You grabbed it along with a few more toys then paid for it and left the store counting down until you left. 

With everything put in your trunk, you headed to the store next and bought all your favorite things to eat and drink, along with a few books from the bookstore down the street and some cheap wine to help sweeten the deal. 

It was two weeks of self-care that you’ve been neglecting over the last few months and it was building until it was close to exploding and before you let that happen the cabin was your getaway from your problems that have piling up and you’ve been pushing aside until now. 

Excitement filled your veins as you drove back to your apartment. 

Once inside with all the bags you packed everything and looked at the clock counting down the milliseconds when you could leave and since you still had a day and a half you caught up on some work, sending emails and making phone calls to regular customers who even caught on to your rare good mood. 

“Am I that grumpy?” You muttered when you hung up the phone and leaned back in your home office chair, the damn thing was creaky and soon you’d need a new one but with your current pay that would have to wait. 

Another glance at the clock and it was nearing dinner time. 

Monday morning before the sun had a chance to come to the horizon you were already in your car, fingers twitching as you pulled out of the parking lot ready to leave behind your life for two weeks, and thankfully the ride wasn’t long. 

With your windows down the cool autumn breeze filled the car as you passed by knotty trees with bare branches with thick wet leaves of different colors at the base of the trunk, when daybreak happened it filled the sky with a beautiful orange mixed in with purples and reds that was picture worthy. 

Which is usually what you would do, but the only thing on your mind was getting to the cabin and settled in before your heat hit which was supposed to be on Tuesday and last until Saturday or even longer, but you had worked enough overtime to cover a few more days if needed be. 

You had everything set in stone, this trip was important to you for many reasons. A way to get back into tune with yourself, plus this way no one would bother you or call the landlord when you bounced yourself stupid on a fake cock to quell the burning need for an orgasm. 

The radio played the local station at a low volume as the GPS voiced the way to get to where you wanted to be the most, only five miles away from your destination your foot pressed on the gas pedal before turning right. 

Your tires crunched under gravel as you drove slowly now to take in the scenery, it was breathtaking and it looked like something someone painted where it hung up for millions to see and oh and awe at it, pulling over you stopped and got out of your car to take a few pictures of the place. 

It didn’t take very long for you to pull up in the driveway, your jaw going slack at the beauty of the log cabin, the pictures did not do it justice, the backdrop for it was lush mountains with a few waterfalls splitting them apart that ended in a stream following the path toward the huge lake no doubt for fishing. 

Climbing out of your car you left the bags in the trunk and walked around the place taking note of the firepit and the grill with a few chairs that looked comfortable, your feet crunched over the rocks as you peered into the thick of the woods on the edge of the property when the door opened scaring you. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You ok?” A tired voice asked before revealing themselves, a woman who appeared to be in her seventies came out with a kettle hanging from her thin fingers as she eyed you. 

Despite your heart beating louder than a bag of cans rattling around you nodded. “Yes, I didn’t think anyone was going to be here…there’s not another vehicle around.” You answered confused about who she was and why she was here, when you got here you thought the owner would be gone.

You sent the payment directly from your bank account so you didn’t have to worry about this, you didn’t want to deal with anyone.  

The woman waved you in and shut the door once you were inside taking in the beautiful interior, almost everything was soaked in a deep red and muted browns, tan leather couches were in front of a large TV and the kitchen was small but it held everything you needed and the hallway only had two doors. 

It was an open floor plan with a large kitchen with modern time appliances. 

You followed her further to the kitchen where she sat the kettle back on the stovetop. “My name is May, I’m the owner. I like to greet people and tell them a few rules, or I suppose it’s to keep you safe.” She explained and poured a cup. 

“It’s nice to meet you. Rules?” You asked wondering why it couldn’t be put in the email. 

“I’m glad you made it soundly and yes, rules. You don’t want to go out into the woods after ten p.m. The werewolves come over the mountains and a lot of them aren’t very friendly, they’d eat you up.” 

Her voice rattled at the end as May turned to you with a chipped teacup. “Thank you for the information, I didn’t plan on going in there unless it was daylight anyway, thank you for accepting my application. It’s very pretty.” 

May smiled taking the compliment. “You’re welcome, this property has been in my family for generations but I can’t live out here, my son will be picking me up,” as if on cue there was a car horn outside, “take care, honey, see you.” 

You followed her to the front door and hurried to check the kitchen windows making sure she got inside and watched as the truck kicked up dust leaving you alone finally for the first time in a very long time. 

After checking for cameras because you could never be sure you went outside in the cool October air inhaling the scent of nature, pine trees, and the dirt which never smelled so good. With your bags in your hands, you brought them inside before settling on the couch with the tea. 

The TV didn’t have much to offer so you shut it off and headed outside to the balcony that overlooked the lake with the sun glinting off the surface it was serene, this was what you needed. It was beautiful and for a moment you thought about moving out there, then thoughts of when you had to leave made you frown but that was two weeks away. 

Turning back you headed inside and decided to check out the rooms, the bedroom was first. The walls were painted in that same deep red, with a four-poster bed and a mattress that looked like pure heaven, and a heavy oak dresser with a mirror shaped into a cloud on the other side. 

Unpacking everything you double-checked to make sure there were no cameras before moving to the bathroom, it was small but still doable. The shower was a combination, and the sink was big enough to hold your stuff. 

Ten minutes later you lay on the couch stretching your legs and looking up at the ceiling letting your eyes close shut eventually falling asleep until evening, when the crickets woke you up and for a moment you forgot where you were, in a panic you looked around and sighed plopping back down. 

After another five minutes, you finally got up to look out the windows only to be met with pitch dark until the outside lights were switched on flooding the front and back lighting the area up. You looked at the clock, it was only seven. 

May said don’t go in the woods after ten, there were still three hours to look. 

Grabbing a jacket you pulled it on, shoving your arms through the sleeves before making your way outside, the crickets chirped louder creating a beautiful symphony of nature as the moon shone down casting a soft glow over the woods barely lighting up the mouth which made you nervous. 

Broken-off branches from the storm that came through the other night snagged on your pant legs and crumbled beneath your feet as you wrapped your arms around yourself coming closer, a sudden painful howl that ripped through the night air that caused you to stop midstep and listen to it. 

It was a mournful cry tinged with a pain you never felt but you could tell it was a cry for something, May’s words of werewolves living close by rattled your brain, enough to make you turn around and head back inside making sure all the windows and doors were locked before turning the outside lights off. 

After sleeping you opted to make a quick dinner knowing that you’d be awake for a while, once everything was cleaned up you settled in the hot water in the tub watching the steam rise from the milky water, your body wash swirled in with it creating bubbles that lapped at your tingly flesh from the heat. 

Seeping in the silence you felt your muscles relax, letting go of the tension you’ve been holding onto for longer than you should. Stretching your legs out you used the new and very expensive body scrub that promised it would leave your skin feeling soft and supple, something you needed. 

A lot of your time was going to be spent in bed masturbating until your arm or fingers fell off from overuse and your legs would be spent humping the toy like a brainless horn dog until it was somewhat out of your system. 

You watched the water drain before rinsing yourself off and getting out of the tub with a towel wrapped around you, you stuffed your feet back into your trusty slippers and trudged through the house to grab some wine and settle back on the couch turning the TV on to let it play as background music. 

Drowsiness set in again and you curled up in the corner pulling the heavy quilt over you and sat your wine glass down before eventually falling asleep again with the TV on casting a glow over the living room until morning. 

Sunlight spilled in from the French doors and the stained glass of the bay window bathing the place in an array of beautiful colors that you stared at when you woke up still lounging on the couch enjoying the sounds of nature. 

Pulling yourself off the couch you folded the quilt up putting it where you found it before shuffling into the kitchen to make breakfast quickly and enjoy the bowl of fruit out on the backdoor balcony watching the sun glitter off the water. 

You wondered if it was safe enough to swim in. 

With the bowl cleaned and put away, you stripped naked right in the kitchen and walked out to the balcony letting the sun warm your bare skin feeling the cool breeze harden your nipples, tightening them into hard pebbles. 

After a few moments, you headed back inside and got dressed before pulling a book off the bookshelf you brought from home and making something to drink before heading back outside on the balcony sitting down when you heard them. Two male voices talking in hushed whispers not far away. 

Your ears twitched as you stood up leaning against the railing watching them as they stayed at the mouth of the forest. They were both tall, one with black shaggy hair and broad shoulders, the other had dark short, and fluffy hair with the same stature as the other but he wasn’t as big as the other man. 

He was the same height although. You watched them with curiosity sniffing the air picking up their scent. Werewolves. Slowly you stepped back not wanting to catch their attention and retreated inside with a sigh. 

May wasn’t lying. 

You weren’t sure what they were doing until there was a knock several minutes later as you sat on the couch. Putting your book down on the side table you headed over to the door looking out the small curtain and seeing the werewolves standing there, looking dead at you. 

“We know you’re in there.” One spoke, his voice deep and smooth like velvet. 

Keeping the chain on you opened the door so they couldn’t step inside. Toji’s eyes widened for a brief second seeing you standing there looking confused as your eyes shifted between them both, intrigued by their presence.  

He wasn’t expecting any omegas to come this far, especially one like you then his nose picked up your scent. Shiu glanced at him and then at you. “We didn’t think May still rented the cabin, sorry for disturbing you,” Shiu said. 

“Do you need anything?” You asked curiously wondering why they would be here for May anyway, but it was no mistake what they were, the smell undeniable, potent and heavy and musky fur. 

They shared a glance then looked back at you. “No, thank you. Have a good day.” Shiu told you with a warm smile walking away first as Toji lingered for a moment looking at you before following after his friend down the driveway. 

You shut the door and watched them from the window with the curtain lifted to see Toji looking back at you with a smile that felt dangerous, his teeth sharp when he pulled his teeth back to show off, his scar splitting in half.

Ignoring the interaction you looked at the clock, it was only late afternoon, and after making sure they weren’t in sight, you stepped out onto the balcony with a glass of wine and your book settling in the padded chaise lounge. 

Everything felt almost like a dream as you read with one leg propped up letting the sun wash over like bath water when you jostled, rippling it. 

Four chapters in and you could hear their voices again, murmuring back and forth about something catching your attention. After marking your page you set the book down and stood up to walk over to the railing looking down. 

“You’re ruining my reading time.” You called down resting your arms to lean over more meeting both their gazes, their lips tugged back in a smirk. 

Toji chuckled and slid his hands into his pockets, his thumbs sticking out. “Well, we wanted to come and ask if we could have dinner with you.” 

Your jaw dropped looking at him with a stunned expression blinking fast as you shut your mouth so hard your teeth rattled. “Uh, I don’t think so. I don’t even know you, also I’ve heard of the big bad wolf but just add another one.” 

“My name is Toji,” He pressed his hand to his chest then jerked his thumb to his friend, “this is Shiu.” You looked at him like that was supposed to magically make you all friends. 

They shared a glance and then turned their attention to you. “We could huff and puff and blow your house down or you could tell us your name.” Toji teased with a chuckle that made your blood simmer, his gaze was predatory making you nervous. 

Shiu shook his head. “We’re not going to do anything like that, don’t worry.” 

“I sure hope not, it’s not like you could anyway.” You murmured and gave them your name while thrumming your fingers against the railing debating on letting them inside, there was no telling what could happen if you got close. 

But it would be rude not to feed them. 

They watched you walk inside and then out the front door, around the corner to wave them in. “Dinner then it’s my bedtime.” You called out and headed back inside heading to the kitchen to pull out a meal you brought from home. 

It was easy to heat up and you didn’t need to cook while here, you could focus on yourself when the time came. Toji and Shiu followed like it was the millionth time they’d been inside, immediately taking a seat at the table. 

“Make yourself at home.” You murmured and put the food in the oven before joining them at the table sitting across from them. 

Shiu was curious as to what brought you here and so was Toji who asked first unable to help himself. “What’s a pretty little thing doing all the way out here?” He asked leaning back as he held your gaze with a waiting smile. 

You supposed that him calling you pretty would flatter you somehow. “I’m on vacation.” It was the truth, but they didn’t need to know the other reason. 

“Or are you running away from something? Someone?” Shiu prompted. 

This time heat flooded your face as the timer dinged saving your ass. You got up to quickly dish out the plates before taking your seat again to eat. 

For a good while there was a silence that stretched between the three of you as the meal came to an end you collected the dishes and washed them. “Thanks for the food,” Shiu murmured as he attempted to help you. 

You let him help for a moment enjoying the quiet moment and charged air, something was lingering like a string daring you to play with it and see what happens when you tug on it, pulling open a whole new world for you three. 

Once they were gone you finished cleaning up and opted for a warm bath before curling up in bed. The water felt good as you planned your day for tomorrow deciding to go down to the edge of the water with some wine. 

With your chair and a book you could easily spend all day down there, the thought of seeing Toji and Shiu again made your tummy prickle with heat and something else that ached between your legs like a soft pulse of want. 

Shaking the thought from your head you washed up and got out to get dried off and dressed, sleep eluded you for the moment so you ended up on the couch again snuggled up under the quilt as you settled on a horror movie. 

It was nearing Halloween and you always enjoyed the thrill of a good flick. 

You sunk into the couch as the movie played out putting you on edge which is what you wanted at first, regret trickled in knowing it was too late to turn it off now and go to bed, there was no way you could go to sleep now. 

Changing the channel you settled on some reruns of a reality TV show until your eyes fluttered shut and you fell asleep on the couch again until the morning sun woke you up. 

Sitting up you looked around and rubbed your eyes before getting up to get ready for the day, breakfast, shower, and a change of clothes later you ended up at the edge of the lake with your chair, blanket, book, and a glass of wine. 

It was a perfect way to relax which lasted for a few hours until Shiu and Toji emerged again from the mouth of the trees seeing you lounging there. 

You saw them and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not offering you dinner again.” 

Toji chuckled and came closer, stopping a few feet away. “What if we offered you dinner?” He asked with a smile that made your blood thicken and bubble. 

Going to their place when you didn’t know the woods wasn’t a good idea, you liked having the upper hand. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think I should go into your den.” You hummed and marked your spot with your bookmark. 

Last night wasn’t too bad and they weren’t awful company you thought. 

“I did bring a lot of food so if you don’t mind helping me.” You murmured and stood up letting Shiu grab your chair as they followed you back to the cabin. 

Twenty minutes later the three of you were settled at the table again laughing about exchanged stories, weaving together past and present. Toji was a heavy flirt while Shiu was subtle about his, both of them making your head feel hazy and warm. 

Their smells have been affecting you from your heightened sense of smell, your pulse was racing catching their attention. Liquid desire started to simmer in your veins like honey, viscous and sweet producing a potent smell for them. 

The beginning of their rut kickstarted your heat. 

Toji’s eyes darkened as he inhaled the scent, rich and heady. 

“You both need to leave right now.” You told them pointing to the door, the sudden change had you snippy. Shiu had to push his friend out letting you slam the door behind them quickly in such a rush forgetting to lock it. 

Your heat started sending a signal to your brain as slick pooled in your panties that felt drenched as you moved to the bedroom pulling open the box you stuffed with the sex toys feeling a soft throbbing in your womb. 

Sleeping with two strangers isn’t what you had planned, especially werewolves when you haven’t mated before and you know what would happen if you let them stay even a second later you’d belong to them.

Everything happened so fast as you grasped the first toy, a vibrator. Ripping the package open you hurried to the bathroom and cleaned it quickly before crossing the hall into the bedroom to shuck your shorts and panties. 

Sitting on the bed you leaned back and spread your legs feeling a deep ache as your pussy fluttered in response to the toy that rubbed against your clit, the ache grew like a vine, your body jolting when you turned it on, the feeling pulling a deep moan from you as you humped the vibrator with little care. 

Every wave of pleasure brought erotic images of Toji and Shiu, taking them both at the same time and then letting one watch while the other jerked off before taking their turn. You wanted them to take turns with you like a toy. 

With a cry, you curled your toes feeling an intense heat bloom between your legs melting into your veins and pooling in your cheeks as you tilted your head back squeezing your eyes shut thinking of all the possibilities with them. 

The wet sound of you pleasuring yourself was loud and lewd as your slick pooled between your asscheeks no doubt dripping to the floor, every time you entered a heat especially one like this your arousal always left a huge mess, and oh how bad you wanted Toji and Shiu to clean you with their tongues. 

Your brain was becoming mush rather quickly with each stroke of your wrist, the vibrator wasn’t doing its job which only frustrated you more than anything. 

With a soft growl, you pulled the toy out sighing, and let it drop to the floor before moving to grab the boyfriend replacer feeling your fingers slide against the material as you tossed it on the bed to straddle the fake thighs while you held the craved abs down flexing your fingers into the soft silicone. 

Your head was hazy, filled with lust and the need to cum however you could. 

Rubbing against the bulbous head you caught it on the soft opening of your wet cunt pushing it in easily with a soft mewl as you sat down on it with a wet squelch, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

For a moment you wondered if they had strayed far but little did you know that they were at your door, huffing and puffing smelling your slick and heat. Shiu fought against everything inside him to kick the door down, but he knew that you hadn’t been claimed and that made his blood run hot with desire. 

Toji decided to knock earning a look from Shiu who raised his eyebrow. 

You stopped despite your brain telling you not to when you heard the interruption. It happened again and you knew who it was. “Come in!” 

Maybe that was a mistake but you had hoped that they could alleviate you of this, your brain could only come up with a weak whimper when you heard the door open followed by heavy footsteps and sniffing then they were in the room, the scent of testosterone wafted around them strongly. 

Toji was the first one to touch you, his open palm felt hot as he caressed your back then your ass, gripping and groping the flesh. “What was that about us leaving?” He teased with a grin while Shiu stepped next to you taking hold of your chin to turn your head to face Toji who leaned in with a dark grin. 

You moaned as you ground against the toy staring at Toji with a fucked out- look, your eyes glassy with bliss. Leaning in you kissed him, your tongue parting the seam of his lips licking into his mouth tasting him whole. 

Here you were making out with a stranger. Well, the more you think about it you did know a little bit about them, but enough to fuck and take their knots? 

He growled into the kiss and kneeled on the bed to wrap his arm around your waist halting your movements so Shiu could reach under you to remove the toy slowly hearing you gasp and cry out from the loss of it. “Shh, we got you.” 

Your head was hazy from their combined touches and kisses, all rational thought leaked from your ears as you allowed them to lay you on your back, Shiu followed you down lying between your legs and inhaling your scent. 

“Wait! I haven’t shaved!” You protested with a soft squeal and kept your thighs squeezed shut, albeit it’s been a long time since you’ve been with someone you always remembered them liking you being soft and shaved. 

Shiu looked up at you from his spot cocking an eyebrow while sharing a glance with Toji. “And do you think that’s going to bother us?” He husked drawing his thumb around your clit watching it throb and swell more in size. 

He leaned in pressing kisses against your hairy slick pussy, his thumbs glided against your lips as he spread you open to swirl his tongue around your swollen clit eliciting a moan from you while Toji watched from the side. 

“Toji..” You glanced at him reaching your hands up to grab him and pull him down, your fingers running through his hair tugging on it as you brought him closer, clinging to him for dear life as Shiu slowly thrusted two fingers in you. 

You gasped into Toji’s mouth rocking your hips against Shiu’s mouth as you reached down to slide your hand into his pants, brushing your hand against his cock that was already lubed with a thick copious amount of pre-cum. 

Toji was thick, the knot was huge even when it wasn’t inflated and you couldn’t wait to feel it. You glided your fingers up to the tapered end, rubbing your thumb over the slit before tugging his pants and boxers down revealing his throbbing cock, the girth was incredible and it was beautiful. 

A deep purple with a few veins on the sides and one prominent one that pulsed and led down to a heavy and tight sack that you cupped gently. 

The room was filled with pants and soft growls as you pulled away from Toji to focus on Shiu now, your hands buried in his hair as you rode his face letting Toji suckle on your nipples only adding to the pleasure simmering in your veins. 

You felt warm and tingly all over as Shiu stroked his tongue up and down between the lips of your cunt as his fingers brushed against your sensitive spot making you howl and arch your back off the bed while Toji kept his mouth busy on your breasts bringing forth a wave of intense pleasure. 

Your first orgasm was almost violent, stealing the air from your lungs. 

After denying yourself heat after heat it built up and you were soaking the bed and Shiu’s face who lapped up the mess with a satisfied growl sliding his free hand under your ass to hold you close as he devoured you whole moaning. 

It was wet and so loud causing you to cover your face as you squealed and pushed him away. “Give me a second!” You cried in between ragged pants. 

Toji chuckled and palmed your tit as he jerked himself over your chest. “Such a good girl for us. We want to make you our little omega.” He whispered darkly watching you come down from your high with a smug grin. 

Agreeing to that idea wasn’t smart but you found yourself nodding anyway. 

“Please!” You begged tilting your head back for them while gripping the bedsheets in excitement at the prospect of it all, you didn’t think about the future, just now and how good they were going to make you feel. 

So much was going on and you couldn’t keep it all together as you weathered the storm of bliss they put you in the middle of, thick fingers danced their way across your skin pulling and groping to bring forth more of your sweet sighs. 

Shiu moved to kneel between your legs spreading them wider to reveal your glistening cunt causing his cock to twitch. He was the first one to get naked, revealing a hairy body with a full bush of soft pubic hair. “See?” He murmured and jerked himself off with no shame as you watched with a cute little pout. 

Toji was next, both men were full of hair, curly and thick. Instantly you sat up and buried your face in Shiu’s chest then Toji’s brushing your cheeks against them. “I don’t care who fucks me first just please do something before I die.” 

Your voice was high-pitched and whiny but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care much when all you wanted was to feel their knots and cum a few more times. Toji chuckled and slid his arm under your knees to push them back further. 

He pinned you down to let Shiu rut his dick against the lips of your pussy, his tip gliding against your clit making you sigh and growl as you gripped Toji’s hand feeling tears sting your eyes before coming down in fat salty drops. 

“Oh, poor baby. She’s crying.” Toji chuckled watching your eyes widen and jaw go slack when Shiu pushed the tapered head inside the first ring of muscle as his hands moved to the back of your thighs gripping the flesh. 

You could see him gritting his teeth, grinding the pearly nubs together feeling the way your cunt swallowed him, wet and oh so fucking warm. The velveteen ridges of his cock felt incredible throbbing deep inside the drenched clutch of your pussy that looked so pretty wrapped around him. 

His head hung low to watch himself slide in and out slowly gathering your cream until it formed a ring that dripped down Shiu’s knot that grew with each frantic thrust of his hips, he fucked you wildly as Toji held you in place for him. 

The bed creaked as Shiu dropped more of his weight down pressing into you more. “Fuck!” You cried out when he slipped his knot inside, each pulse of your cunt sent him into a tizzy as he fucked you slow and with short and deep thrusts that left you gasping and clinging to him for dear life while sobbing. 

Shiu knew how to have you gripping his bicep looking at him with wet eyes before his cock was spurting thick ropes of cum that matted between your pubic hair making a white mess in both of your hair. 

Pulling back a little they helped you straighten your legs before wrapping them around Shiu kissing him as you and he came down from your highs enjoying the afterglow of such an intimate moment before you looked at Toji. 

“Was wondering when it was going to be my turn sweetheart.” He murmured and twisted his body to grab your bullet vibrator with a wicked grin as he pet your hair kissing your forehead as Shiu held you close to him, his knot now deflated enough to pull out making you whine with the loss of him. 

Toji took his spot and turned the toy on. “Sure you can even handle me?” He teased looking down at your gaping cunt that was covered in Shiu’s essence. 

You narrowed your eyes at him and nodded pushing out another thick glob and sat up to grab his hips pulling him forward with a burst of strength before plopping on your back again. “Stop teasing me…I need you so bad, Toj!” 

That’s all it took for him to press the end of the vibrator against your clit making you gasp and jerk as he rubbed the tapered tip of his cock against the cum collection wanting to add his own. It was easy for him to glide in you. 

His hand found yours, linking your fingers with his as he leaned down to kiss you forgetting Shiu who was kneeling next to you both, his eyes trained on you intently. It should be shameful to let this be happening but you didn’t care. 

Not when it felt this good. 

You grasped his shoulders feeling hot white pleasure sizzle before blowing up like fireworks with each stroke, with the way he was filling you your head was so hazy, all you could do was babble about how good he felt inside you as you clawed at his shoulders desperately trying to stay tethered to the bed. 

There was now an even bigger and wetter mess between your legs, a thick frothy mixture of cum webbed between Toji’s hairy thighs and the back of your legs that were warm and sticky from sweat as you rocked against him. 

His teeth nipped your bottom lip as he kissed you deeply, inhaling you like you were the air he needed to breathe, one big hand squished your cheeks together as he teased you with the vibrator making you cry out for him. 

Toji wanted to feel you coming around him, he needed you again and again. 

Before you could warm him your cunt spasmed around him drawing the tip of his cock deeper, nestling it right against your cervix. Your eyes locked and you swore that your hearts beat in tandem as he thrust in and then came, filling you with a thick and hot load that seeped from the knot that plugged his cum. 

You clung to him panting and sobbing from the sheer ecstasy that washed over you as your vision cleared to see Shiu smirking. “You two forgot about me, how are you feeling doll?” He asked bending down to pat your forehead with a cool rag making you sigh and moan from it as you kissed him gently. 

“Hard to forget you.” You murmured against his mouth with a drunken giggle as you slid your hand up to the back of his neck to keep him there for a moment as you peppered his face in kisses and laughs as Toji held you. 

The three of you stayed like that for a while until you were able to move on your own to get in the shower where they washed you in tandem. Toji took to the top half as Shiu took the bottom making sure to rinse the cum splatter off. 

They washed you with great care kissing you. “How does this work?” You asked squeezed in between their firm and hairy pecs grasping at the curly roots with a grin. 

Toji held your hips as he kissed the top of your head while Shiu brushed the sides of your breasts with his fingers. “Hope your place is big enough for the three of us,” Toji murmured with a chuckle making you warm at the thought. 

No way that would happen. You’d need a bigger place. 

“I live in a studio apartment, it’s just one room with a small restroom. We’d be cramped.” You murmured and turned around to face Toji holding his arms. 

He moved his hands to your waist pulling you closer to him. “On top of each other all the time.” His voice dropped down to a husky whisper as the warm water cascaded over you, with with wet lashes you met his heated gaze. 

“Something like that.” You murmured feeling Shiu grope your ass now. Their ruts were kicking in again and there was no denying the connection anymore. 

Three days in and you were sure there wasn’t a single inch inside and outside of the cabin you didn’t get fucked on. 

It was hard to pick your favorite. 

When you rode Toji outside on the lounge late in the evening with the sounds of the waterfall in the background along with the wildlife and that night he was in his full werewolf form, his fur was soft and a good tether as you fucked him. 

You felt so full with him in this form and connected in a way you never felt with anyone else. In between all the fucking you three talked a lot and spent time together cooking and sleeping in the same bed. 

He nosed at your neck holding you close with thick arms, his claws close to digging in when you clenched your cunt tightly around him. “You feel so good, want you to cum in me please please Toji I need it.” You begged softly crying. 

Toji licked your tears as he pushed you all the way down on his knot that swelled once it was nestled deep inside, snug and tight keeping you plugged with his cum that he fucked deeper as he ground against you quickly. 

You clung to him and let him knot you again unable to count the many times he has claimed you, in his human form and this one. When he was like this, Toji was hulking and beyond huge, able to bend you this way and that way. 

So was Shiu. 

That’s how he had you the next morning with your face buried in the couch cushions as he mounted you in his werewolf form panting loud and wet in your ear fucking into you like a rabid animal chasing his high ramming into you with short choppy thrusts that took away your breath with each rut. 

He loved to hear you squeal so while he pulled out he enjoyed using the nipple clamps you brought. Shiu tugged on the metal chain feeling your cunt squeeze as you squirmed and gasped pushing back against him with a grunt. 

They both had to have their noses buried between your legs, even at dinner one of them was under the table lapping at your pussy while the other attempted to hand-feed you, their fingers grazing your tongue making it hard to focus on anything else. “You’ve been so good for us, you’re ours now.” 

One time they were both able to slip inside your cunt stretching and filling you to the brim. “You’re taking us so well, and big stretch coming. You got this.” Shiu murmured in your ear as kissed you shushing your cries and pants. 

It was an addicting feeling to have them both fucking you, and after training your ass with the toys you brought Shiu fucked you from behind as Toji thrust in and out of your cunt lazily feeling himself rub against Shiu. 

By day six your cunt was sticky no matter how many showers you took, it was gaping with cum, dripping from the parted seam of your cunt. Shiu and Toji took turns cleaning you with their tongues until you nested against them. 

At the end of the trip, they had brought their belongings stuffing them into your car along with your bag, and went home with you unable to break the connection that they created in the matter of a single night that led to this. 

tagging: @mcharris747 + @l0v3m3-p13as3 + @actuallysaiyan + @snugglyshoji

feedback such as comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, those kind words mean a lot and encourage me to do more writing this thing is my baby! I took my time reading and rereading it to make it extra good jkfrt ♡

[princessjojo-x]

Cancer Mars

💝 he’s likely to peruse someone he already knows bc he already feels comfortable & secure with that person.

💝 he is very protective & territorial over his partner.

💝 he tends to treat sex as an emotional act rather than solely physical. sex & love go hand-in-hand for him so he needs an emotional connection to even consider sex. he needs to feel safe before revealing himself sexually. he’s too sensitive & romantic to respond to a blunt sexual appeal.

💝 he is a nurturing & soothing lover in the bedroom. he loves long sessions of cuddles, foreplay & sex. he enjoys pleasing his partner & will do almost anything to do so.

💝 he may use sex as a physical release of his stress & anger, causing him to be rough & passionate in bed.

💝 he struggles to deal with conflict logically & rationally since he’s so emotional. he does try his best to refrain from arguing with his loved ones but you can still expect emotional outbursts & passive aggression.

💝 he may try to make himself indispensable to ensure he’ll never be abandoned. he’ll engage in sexual acts just to reassure himself that he’s wanted.

💝 he may have many female friends & connections. since this is a feminine mars sign, he is very attractive & appealing to women. since this is a weak mars sign, he may be inclined to seek out multiple women just to feed his ego.

💝 he’s intuitive, observant & emotionally intelligent. this mean he knows how to persuade & manipulate others into doing what he wants. ensure to stand your ground & don’t let him guilt trip you - show him that his emotions don’t effect you!

💝 his mood swings can be exhausting for himself & others so when he’s down ensure to give him extra attention.

💝 he has a habit of projecting his insecurities onto others.

💝 he takes a while to move on & get over things. he’s known for holding grudges due to his great memory.

💝 he does not collaborate well with other cancer mars people.

💝 he tends to move in a zig zag line rather than directly at something.

💝 un-evolved cancer energy is self deprecation, victim mentality & still hung up on a toxic ex from ten years ago.

Turn On’s & Off’s:

💝 he’s attracted to curvy & protective women.

💝 he likes nymphomanics (a woman who has abnormally excessive & uncontrollable sexual desire).

💝 he will often mother his partner & want mothering himself.

💝 he tends to put a lot of importance into aftercare & not receiving it can straight up ruin the experience for him.

💝 he wants a sensitive & intuitive partner who can understand his complex emotional landscape. he likes emotional vulnerability & closeness.

💝 he needs plenty of validation & attention.

💝 he loves anything to do with loyalty & binding - “i wanna take care of you”, “i want you to be happy” “give it to me”

💝 in sexual rxships, he wants to feel protection, secureness & belonging. he likes slow & romantic build ups with nurturing gestures (soft music, heart-felt convo, home-cooked food, thoughtful gifts, bubble baths, forehead kisses, being held, cuddles). he likes eye contact (feeling seen, wanted & protected).

💝 breeding fetish (he likes the idea of making a baby).

💝 submission fantasies - he may like it when you’re a little aggressive or disapline him in bed as long as he knows you love him.

💝 known as the sign most attracted to breasts. the breasts/chest are his erogenous zone (stroke his chest, play with his nips) but remember his body is very sensitive so be gentle.

💝 he values honesty & he hates liars. he has strong intuition & he’s very observant.

💝 he may want it more when he can’t have it meaning he loves teasing & edging.

💝 all water mars love positions where they can see their partners face.

💝 he dislikes his lover being too independent.

💝 he dislikes not being listened to.

💝 casual flings & aloofness

[nymphoheretic]

Guess who's back?

Synopsis: It's been years since you last seen Gojo. You forgot how utterly big he was compared to you. Forgot that he literally has the strength to manhandle you into whatever position he wanted. He'd let you think that you were in control, but he's been gone far too long. And he missed your sweetness.

Warnings: Gojo being the annoying menace he is, manhandling, smut, breeding press, mentioning of multiple positions

Word count: ~.04k

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Sweat glistens as it rolls down from your forehead, down the side of your face to pool in the crevices of your shoulder and collarbone. How long has it been since this snowy-haired menace showed up in your bedroom after being gone for so long? 

You couldn't remember. Couldn't do anything except dig your nails into his back as he thrusts so deeply into you, the swollen tip of his cock pressing so snugly against the gummy spot inside. 

You could barely think – couldn't concentrate on anything except the way those glowing icy blues stare into your soul as he grabs your chin and kisses your swollen lips, tongue pushing past to flirt with yours. Your back arches off the bed, but you are quickly pushed back down by his large hands pressing down on your belly.

A loud moan escapes from that feeling of him pushing down on the exact spot where you could feel him the deepest at as he gives slow, precise thrusts, each one feeling better than the last. A smirk finds its way to his lips as he gazes down at you. A warm, tender hand caresses your cheek, cupping it as he makes you look up at him.

"You missed me?" Gojo whispers, hips never stopping their motions and picking up in pace. He made it impossible for you to speak – to think clearly. Because he wasn't talking to you. "I know you did. Just look at how wet you are. You're just a sloppy mess for me." His words were directed to your pussy.

His thumb finds that slick little pearl and flicks over it softly. He watches as your try to squirm away and that only makes him go even harder. How many positions did he put you in? 

Doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69, full Nelson, wheelbarrow...so many positions....but now he has you in his favorite one. A breeding press.

Gojo wraps his hands around your thighs, folding your knees to your chest. "Be a good girl and cream my cock, yeah?"

And you did just that. Unable to hold back any longer. Pussy fluttering around him as your dig your nails into the flesh of his thick biceps. A mewl of his name falling from your lips. "Satoru..."

"That's it, baby. Keep moaning my name. I'm not going anywhere for a very long time."

Please ignore this. It was a moment of weakness. It shall never happen again. I am an avid bully of one Satoru Gojo. He is and forever will be my pillow princess. But as batman once said: everybody gets one....

Tagging: @sugardaddyreo @kirbyskisses @linpunny @noritopia @sailewhoremoon @tokyometronetwork @ichisagi

[a-den-of-demons]

New Muse

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)- Personality: Firey, Protective, Impulsive; Submissive

Height: 5'8"

Bust Size: F Cup

Kinks: Daddy Kink, Masochist, Nymphomanic

Forms: Human Hunter, Half Dragon

[secretintoxxx]

hi hi hi what if you got raped and I watched and giggled and told you how pretty you look and then we kissed???

the person railing you is just doing me a favor so I can see you fall apart before it’s my turn. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

- @nymphomanic-pixiedreamboy (🧚)

the fact that this isn’t happening rn is actually a crime!!

wanna give u sloppy kisses while u wait to have ur turn to fuck me silly 🥰

[murdrdocs]

just found out nymphomanic is a term for women ???

[prncssona]

Nymphomane🎀

[germanchastity]

Ein paar Tage danach.....

Ein paar Tage, nachdem Lisbeth, meine neue Steuerberaterin, bei mir zu Hause war, um meine Steuererklärung zu machen, klingelte bei mir das Handy. „Unbekannter Teilnehmer“ Ich wollte den Anruf gar nicht annehmen, tat es aber doch.

Es war Lisbeth, die bei mir seit unserem ersten Fick nur noch Fotze Liz heißt. Sie fragte mich, ob ich bei ihr eine Leitung verlegen könne. Da ich Hobbyelektriker war, wollte ich ihr natürlich den Gefallen tun. Als ich sie fragte, wann ich vorbeikommen solle, fragte sie, ob es sofort ginge. Ich hatte eh nichts Anderes für heute geplant und sagte zu. Ich nahm meine Werkzeugtasche und fuhr zu ihr hin. Da sie auf der anderen Seite der Stadt wohnte, war ich binnen 20 Minuten bei ihr.

Ich klingelte an der Haustür. Sie öffnete und war wieder einmal sehr aufreizend gekleidet. Sie trug eine weiße Bluse, weit geöffnet, so dass ihre prallen Titten sofort griffbereit vor mir waren, einen superkurzen Minirock und halterlose schwarze Nylons. Auch trug sie wieder ihre megahohen High Heels mit den 13 cm hohen Absätzen.

Nachdem sie mich eingelassen hatte und ich die Haustür hinter mich geschlossen habe, ging die Fotze gleich in die Knie, öffnete den Reißverschluss meiner Hose und holte sich heraus, wonach sie offensichtlich gierte und warum sie mich anrief. Sie blies mir meinen Schwanz und keine Minute später spritzte ich ihr meine Schwanzsahne in ihr Fickmaul.

Sie grinste mich anschließend frech an, leckte sich mit der Zunge um ihr Fickmaul herum, um auch die letzten Tropfen meiner Schwanzsahne aufzunehmen. Dann steckte sie meinen Schwanz wieder in die Hose und zog, als ob nichts gewesen wäre, den Reißverschluss wieder hoch.

„Gehst du ins Wohnzimmer, meine Tochter Tatjana ist auch schon da! Sie ist vorhin völlig überraschend gekommen, sorry!“.

Sie wies mir die Tür zum Wohnzimmer. Als ich die Tür öffnete, traf mich der zweite Hammer an diesem Tag. Da lag auf der Couch, mit sich selbst beschäftigt, eine zweite Fickschlampe und spielte an sich herum.

Als ich „Hallo!“ sagte, schaute sie mich kurz an und fingerte sich weiter an ihrem Fotzenloch herum.

„Wie ich sehe, habt ihr euch schon bekannt gemacht!“, ertönte es direkt neben mir. Fotze Liz hatte sich kurz umgezogen. Sie stand nun in einem Hauch von nichts neben mir.

„Gefalle ich dir so?“, fragte sie mich. Mir blieb die Sprache weg. Zwei nymphomane Fickschlampen in einem Haus. Ich träume doch!?

„Komm Hans, ich brauche deinen Schwanz in meine Löcher. Und ich will, dass meine Tochter dabei ist, wenn du mich durchfickst!“

Sie nahm mich an die Hand und führte mich zur Couch. Dann hockte sie sich im Doggystyle auf die Couch.

Ich wollte erst wissen, wie die Fotze von Liz schmeckt. Die letzten Tage hatte ich mir so oft vorgestellt, ihre Arschrosette und ihre Fickfotze zu lecken. Jetzt hatte ich die Gelegenheit dazu bekommen.

Ich nahm ihren so megageilen Arsch in die Hände und spreizte die Arschbacken. Dann spuckte ich ihr auf die Arschrosette und leckte diese ausgiebig. Sie schmeckte so geil. Immer wieder drang ich dann mit meiner Zunge in ihr Arschloch. Liz begann zu stöhnen. Sie schien Gefallen daran zu haben.

Dann kümmerte ich mich um ihr Fotzenloch. Durch meine Zungenarbeit am Arschloch war ihre Fotze klatschnass. Erste Tropfen fielen schon auf die Couch.

„Fick mich endlich du Sadist! Schieb mir deinen Schwanz hinein. Und es ist mir egal, welches meiner beiden Löcher du als erstes nimmst, nur fick mich endlich!“, stöhnte die Schlampe laut.

„Nicht so schnell du geile Nutte!“, gab ich zurück. „Erst will ich deine Säfte auf meiner Zunge schmecken! Du schmeckst einfach fantastisch. Ich weiß gar nicht, was mich mehr antörnt, dein Fotzensaft oder dein Arschloch!“

Erneut kümmerte ich mich um ihr Arschloch. Ich spuckte noch einmal drauf und drückte meine Zunge in den runden Muskel. Oh Mann war ich geil.

Währenddessen fingerte und fickte sich das Töchterchen selbst. Immer wieder schaute sie zu uns rüber. Dann nahm sie sich einen sehr großen Dildo und schob ihn sich tief in ihr Fickloch.

Ich riss mir die Klamotten vom Leibe. Mein Schwanz stand wie eine Eins. Das Lecken der Fotze und des Arschloches hat mich so geil gemacht. Ich hoffte, lange durchhalten zu können und nicht gleich abspritzen zu müssen.

Ich positionierte meine Lanze an der triefend nassen Fotze. Ich berührte mit meiner Eichel ganz eben das Fotzenfleisch, damit Liz wusste, dass es gleich losgeht. Und dann hämmerte ich ihr meinen Schwanz ganz tief, bis zum Anschlag, in ihre Fotze. Das Fickstück stöhnte laut auf.

Und nun begann ich, das Loch zu bearbeiten. Rein, raus, rein, raus. Immer und immer wieder, rein und raus, immer bis zum Anschlag. Ich hatte das Gefühl, ich besuchte ihre Gebärmutter.

Liz’s Stöhnen wurde jetzt immer lauter. Sie atmete immer schneller, bis sie mit einem lauten „Ich komme!“ ihren Orgasmus ankündigte. Ich merkte, wie mein Schwanz in ihrem Fickloch zusammengepresst wurde. Ich zog meinen Schwanz aus ihrem Loch heraus, um nicht selbst zu kommen.

Zeitgleich mit ihrer Mutter kam die Jungfotze Tatjana zu ihrem Orgasmus. Auch sie schrie ihre Lust laut heraus. Und dann spritzte sie ihren Saft in einem hohen Bogen heraus. Oh Mann, die Zwei waren schon etwas Außergewöhnliches!

Als Liz sich wieder etwas beruhigt hatte, begann ich mit dem zweiten Akt. Erneut spuckte ich der Nutte auf die Arschrosette. Ich verrieb den Speichel mit meinem Daumen und steckte diesen in ihr Arschloch. Kurzes Aufstöhnen.

Ich zog meinen Daumen wieder raus und visierte mit meiner Schwanzspitze erneut ihren Arsch an. Vorsichtig drückte ich den Muskel. Dann umfasste ich die Hüfte der Schlampe und drang ohne Vorwarnung tief in den Arschkanal ein.

Ein lauter Schrei am Anfang, dann lustvolles Stöhnen der Hure. Ich fickte sie hart und unbarmherzig. Sie hatte mich so geil gemacht und nun wollte ich der Schlampe es zurückgeben.

Immer wieder glitt mein Schwanz raus und rein. Zwischendurch zog ich ihn ganz raus, um meinen drohenden Orgasmus zu verzögern. Es war einfach zu geil, so fickgeiles Fleisch zu haben.

Ich weiß nicht, wie lange ich das Arschloch der Fotze schon gefickt hatte, aber ich spürte, wie sich meine Explosion ankündigte. Auch bei Liz hatte ich das Gefühl, dass sie in Kürze noch einmal kommen würde. Ich fickte sie jetzt noch einmal besonders hart und tief und dann kamen wir beide zusammen. Ich pumpte ihr mein Sperma tief in ihren Darm. Als ich das Gefühl hatte, dass meine Eier leer waren, zog ich meinen Schwanz aus ihrem Arschloch heraus.

Scheinbar hatte die Fotze damit gerechnet, dass ich sie arschficken würde, denn an meinem Schwanz war nur Sperma dran. Sie hatte ihr Arschloch vorher gut gereinigt.

Ich hielt ihr zum Abschluss meinen Schwanz zur Reinigung hin. Glücklich und zufrieden lutschte sie ihn sauber.

Anmerkung: Die dazugehörigen Bilder wurden von Tumblr gesperrt, obwohl sie an den bösen Stellen verpixelt waren. Tut mir leid! :-(