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KNOTTY GIRL!
Synopsis. Your boyfriendâs in his rĂșt? No worries! Of course, youâre there to help.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, omĂ©gaverse AU, alpha!JJK men, RĂTS, knĂłts, brĂ©eding, Ănnappropriate use of jujutsu techniques, jealousy (Tojiâs side), slight fĂłodplay (Nanami), making Sukuna BREAK, cĂșmplay, spĂtting, PĂSSYDRUNK JJK MEN, mentions of kids, true form Sukuna, dp, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Last day of k!nktober, this month was lovely and so were yâall.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Mine, doll.
Truthfully, you shouldnât even be here - you shouldnât have dared to step through Tojiâs firmly shut door for a reason.Â
Because heâd already warned you he wasnât going to be himself once his rut hit, already musing that your cute lilâ self wonât be able to keep up with him this day. This week.
Yet, here you were - folded into such a mean mating press.Â
âToji.â youâre hiccuping when he furiously fists the thickened base of his cock, giving one, two tight squeezes before drooling out in stringy wads of cum from the reddish divot on his fat head, smearing your puffy folds in a sweltering white, white gloss. âD-donât be such a hngh- tease-â
And he can only grin, âShoulda thought of that before ya came up hah- begging for my cock, doll.â Tapping the hot curve of his still-hard tip in a sopping wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit. Youâre watching with glassy eyes as his thick thumb smears over the milky dredges of cum. Popping it shamelessly into his mouth, âBecause this pretty pussy is mine now, ma.âÂ
Just the thought has him wrenching out an animalistic groan. Using his inhuman strength to haul you even further down the sinfully soaked silken sheets, he throws your trembly legs over two broad, sculpted shoulders.Â
You moan and Toji canât help but snicker. Canât help but throw his head back with a sleazy grin, âI t-told ya not to catch me like this, needy girl.â Eyes glowing, dragging that pert scar of his smugly down the side of your ankle, before plugging you full- âNow, jusâ sit back nâ let me make a pretty momma outta ya.â
He grunts once your velvety walls close in around his heavy girth, massaging down the sensitive divots of his rock-hard shaft. Shit, he was going to spend every waking minute of this week making you memorize it.Â
Viciously he snaps his hips down, bulging knot kissing your swollen folds with a wet thwack! thwack! thwack!
âD-didnât think youâd be so mean.â youâre puckering your glossed lips into a pout. Gliding your fingers across his rippling abs, it makes his hulking body just shiver, hips stuttering sloppily.Â
âD-d-d-didnât think this cunt of yours would be so slutty.â heâs mocking in his baritone rumble, big beefy arms caging you in to split you apart with every swollen inch of his massive cock. Fucking out those utterly bratty words on your tongue.Â
Tojiâs thick digits curl firmly around your throat, running a fat thumb down the side of your still-unmarked scent gland. He positively titters at the way you jolt, âSo would ya ah- c-care to explain why my girl sâsuddenly smellinâ like fuckass Shiu?â
Fuck - youâd forgotten. Being too caught up with Toji to remember how youâd run to the other alpha to understand how to help your dear boyfriend, still wafting with his smokey sweet scent.
Your inner omega whines, clawing to prove him wrong. âN-Noââ The words are barely falling from your stupidly drunken mouth before your voice just hitches, strangling out the remnants of a syrupy moan that makes him twitch. âP-promise I jusâ met him to h-help-â
But oh, Toji was more animal than man right now.
A thundering growl cracks at the very back of his throat, rummaging at the very bottom of your pussy with no mercy. And no apologies, either. âIs that so?â His teeth nip on your lips, âHeheh, sure thaâs right. But when Iâm done with you-â And something oozing from his tone told you that Toji didnât mean it to be âdoneâ for a long, long time. â-every other fuckerâs gonna look at you nâ know youâre mine.â
The bed creaks riotously when heâs bucking his toned hips into you so hard that you see Tojiâs creamy skin redden.Â
And Toji was always massive - but in rut he couldnât stop all the blood pumping twofold into his expansive girth, nudging past every bruised sweet spot and even more.Â
âMy pretty girl- fuck- even prettier full wâme-â heâs spitting wetly into your pathetically slack lips. Peppering eager kisses down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, lolling his tongue out to suck on your tits.Â
His eyes were drooping shut, mouth babbling out drunken purrs of your name. âFuck- fuck when mâgonna ngh- have these girls all swollen fâme.â One of his hands attach thoroughly at your breasts, circling his fingers over where your nipples were the most sensitive. And heâs smashing into you so rawly, sneaking his fingers all glistening with cum into your already snugly stuffed cunt. Plugging more in and in. âFill you up so much yer gonna ngh- gonna feel me for months-â
âYes yes yes-â youâre sobbing out, being fucked utterly stupid on his cock. âWanâ ah- wanâ it so bad, Toji.â
He chuckles out smugly when your teary sweet lips glide across his in a messy kiss, tightening the fingers around your throat to crane your pretty neck upwards. Into a proper kiss, pinkish lips wrapped around your tongue - he sucks.
âYou donât just âwantâ it, ma.â His pants grow harsh, shuddering, stars bursting behind his dewy, dark eyes every time your spongy cervix makes his slams recoil backwards. âYer gonna need it.â
Your spine curves so deliciously upwards into his front when the two long digits sunken into your entrance spread just enough for your sloppy hole to be fed Tojiâs achy knot. Pinning you down with his pressurized weight to stop your squirmy wrangling.Â
âGonna need me in ya, so hah- much that this sweet lilâ pussyâs gonna be twice her size, heh-â Those obscenities in his voice make you gasp. âAll round nâ gorgeous- theyâll hngh know what Iâve done. Every single fucking one sâgonna look at you and see me me me-â He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, hard.Bonding. âCosâ youâre mine, doll.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - More, more, more
âK-Ken, sâeverything alright?â Your voice trembles with the tiniest whimper when youâre whirling your glassy eyes over your shoulder, meeting your husbandâs darkened ones locked on you.
âOf course, my love.â Comes Nanamiâs answer - but, shit, you already knew better. âJ-just keep doing what youâre doing.â
Thereâs such a sodden drag of clothes on clothes resounding throughout your cozy kitchen, and your fingers shake where you were whisking a batch of sweet, sweet frosting.Â
Because you could already catch the way his words broke into a gruff moan, the slight shiver in his Adamâs apple as his hot, thickened cockhead twitches ferally. Hips buck up against you desperately.Â
Heâd come home to you in rut.Â
He was needy, bothered. Barely even changed out of his work clothes before heâs clutching roughly onto the fabric of your apron.
Youâre whining, âKenâ we needa get you-â
âShhh my pretty wife, mâalright, mâalright. Donât- ngh! Worry about me, darling. Just-â He gulps before loosening his favorite yellow tie - the room too hot. Scent glands puffing out another heatwave of his expensive pine smell, his massive hands trace down the curve of your hips. Mindlessly. Kneading.
SMACK!
Shit, he didnât even mean to do that.Â
But oh how you gasp so prettily at Nanamiâs unusually harsh treatment, the barely-there sound being instantly picked up by his sharpened senses. Restless. Mouth watering.Â
God, he could cum just like this. He was ruined for you.
âMâalright jusâ a rut- keep doing- hngh-â he gasps, a feverish puff against your ear as your bodies glissade across one another. âJusâ- ahh- fuck- jusâ need a bit more, my love.â Free hand dancing down your forearm to help you stir your bowl, the other ravenously leading a hot trailway to the hem of your cotton shorts. Pulling - tearing.Â
Your shorts are left nothing but tatters on the floor, and Nanamiâs throwing his head back with a drunken grin. Eyes falling half-shut at the absolute mess your cunt has made, dribbling a glossy sheen down your inner thighs.
Yeah, shit, this was what heâd left work early for.Â
And you could tell he was still staring, still gleaming a translucent coating with just a single roll of his thumb over your throbbing clit. Dragging the very edge of his fingernail down, down, down the crevice of your pretty pussy lips.Â
And heâd do it all over again.
You moan - and as soon as you do, youâre finding yourself shoved onto the cool tile of the kitchen counter as Nanami doubles over. âM-more?â
His teeth grit, canines bared, grunts of your name spilling over and over when he hovers them over your racing pulse. Sweat-slicked strands of blond tickle your nose when heâs heaving out, âYes, darling- j-jusâ a bit more. Just a bit.â One hand of his curls around your throat, wrangling you into such a sweet, sweet french kiss. â-I need it- fuck- need it- sâalright, is it?â
Yes yes yes, your inner omega was keening out to him. Your own shaky fingers tugging lightly on his hair in a way that makes him nip at your mating mark.Â
But Nanami didnât even need that to already know your answer by the way your hip squirm back in wet, swiveling gyrations. Again. And again and again. Honeyed little movements that make him gasp.Â
âShit- ohhh, smell so good- need you so badly-â his gentle baritone voice breaks with something primal. You flinch at the echoing clatter of his belt onto the hardwood floors, and the feeling of something steaming hot pressing into your skin. âNeed- you- fuck, didnât think Iâd even make it this hah- long. Been thinkinâ about breeding this sweet cunt all day.â
Then heâs kissing down the very edge of your drooling pussy with a sweeping swipe! of his fat head. Peaking in just the very beginnings of that sinful curve, meshing your sopping folds with his prominent veins that thump thump thump away against your cunt.Â
Enough to have him panting - crying out. Pound after pound.
âStuffinâ ya full- Oh god, y-you have no idea what you do to me-â Nanamiâs strict brows furrow into the tightest knit, and his words take on a ragged tone that makes you clench. An obscene little action that he feels against the very tip of his achy cock, gushing out a sticky slosh of precum that sticks to you like a second skin. âNo- hah- wait- no no no no- keep âer open fâme, my love.â
Those toying fingers on your clit give a sudden pull at the very peak of the sensitive nub - leaving your body wracking with shudders long enough to have Nanami splitting you apart.Â
The bowl is knocked over now, and Nanami takes the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours into the most innocent little hold. Dragging your intertwined hands up for him to press a flurry of pecks onto, sucking up that sugary sweet mess on your digits.Â
Something you barely even register with how deliciously he was stretching out your snug insides, fucking out each and every thought in your hazy mind with quick, shallow grinds just to fit inside. âSpit.â heâs gritting his teeth at the feeble resistance, and he can feel the way your cunt gapes all around him. âSpit in mâmouth-âÂ
You do, Nanami groaning appreciatively, gaze flurrying shut. Your puffed-out folds bulging around his hefty cock, snapping deeply into you. Again and again.
All the way until-
âHah- shit- jusâ a bit more-â Nanamiâs groaning, eyes narrowing over his now-disarrayed glasses when heâs greedily thumbing apart your slick-glossed folds. Eyeing himself all stuffed and overspilling inside you, your sloppy hole trying desperately to milk his fattened knot. Clenching around the very tip of the bulge. âFuck back into me now, darling- ah- fuck back into me nâ lemme make you a pretty momma- jusâ a bit more.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Tongue-twister
Just a taste. Just one.
Two.
Four.
Over and over. Whenever Geto Suguru was on his rut, he couldnât think of a better heaven than where he was right now - locked in-between those pretty thighs of yours. With you splayed out on the tatami mats of his firmly shut bedroom, your legs on his muscled shoulders, drenched panties pulled just enough to the side to stuff your puffed-up clit in his drunken mouth.
âS-Suguruââ
You feel a sudden - barely-there - nip at the very peak of your sodden sensitive bud. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have your entire body jolting with electricity, Geto snickering against your swollen folds.Â
âFine- hngh Suguââ youâre crying out, fingers interlacing in his long, soft strands in a pathetically useless attempt to drag him from making out with your poor overworked pussy. âI donâ know- ah if I can cum a-again.âÂ
That has him quirking up a dark brow in question, parting with your drippingly wet cunt with a gasping grunt of disappointment. You can only watch when his overly-glossed bottom lip wobbles, âDonât want you to cum again, gorgeous.â Heâs pouting, delicate strings of slick snapping with every peck after peck planted on your clit. âI want you to squirtââ
Oh, god, he was hypnotized.
Barely being able to get out the words before reattaching his sly lips down to your own, meshing them in a sopping wet french kiss. It leaves you bucking, and he distantly wonders whether heâd see the imprint of the tatami on your back tomorrow. âY-youâre so addicted, Sugu-â
âNo mânot.â Getoâs pulling out a sudden squelch as he spits a sudden wad of thick, silvery spit down onto the very middle of your puffy pussy lips. Smearing a thumb down between them up and down up and down- before swirling those slender digits easily past your sloppy hole. âSânot my fault youâre so hngh- irresistible- sâyours.â
Shit, to be honest, Geto couldnât even register what he was saying right now. Couldnât think of anything but the way you tasted so sweet on his tongue - as syrupy as that scent of yours was puffing out. He wanted- needed more more more-
Heâs grinding his painfully aching cock down like some animal, slithering down his free hand to knead over the bulging shaft in quick, solid slides.Â
Matching the pace of those two fingers massaging your gummy walls. So hot inside itâs like you were melting, milking his fingers so plianty with every languid push and pull into your g-spot.
âJusâ one more tasteâ hah- hold up my hair, canât see- yeahhh jusâ like that.â Getoâs whining once your trembly fingers wrap tight to collect his stray locks, giving you the perfect view of his high cheeks hollowing. Rosy pink lips wrap around your clit to suck once more. And if his voice cracked ever-so-slightly at the end, well, he was only grateful that his beautiful girl was too fucked-out to notice right now. âSânot addicted if I only want one more- is it? Câmon, honey- please, honey, for me?â
Every groan has such lewd shockwaves sprinting through all your veins, and the sheer overstimulation makes big fat tears well up behind your eyes. God, it was too much.Â
Noticing, heâs letting out such calming pheromones of sandalwood - enough to make you dizzily babble out, âThink Iâm- ahh- think mâclose- Suguââ To bring you close. Something was pulling taut, knotting in your stomach almost painfully.Â
Suddenly, the heady room resounds with a wet gasp - and only later do you realize that it came from Geto himself.
Because oh, are you cumming - and itâs pulled out from all of Getoâs filthiest wet dreams. Because not only do you cum, youâre squirting all down the lower half of his pretty face. Your thighs squeezing tighter and tighter around his head with each crashing wave of pleasure.Â
âShit- ngh-â youâre sobbing out, cheeks wet with all the big, bulbous tears that your high brings. âOh fuck- Sugu mâcumming mâcumming nâ sâall your fault- ah-â
âMânot addicted.â Is all he can spit out into your convulsing pussy, over and over like his own personal mantra. And itâs only when your orgasm bates into mere tingles, when your eyes roll back down from the back of your head, head just slightly clearer that he can manage to rip himself away.Â
Still, groaning gutturally at the loss of your sweet, sweet cunt - he looked so pretty this way.Â
Dark hair untamed, curtaining his glassy, pussydrunken eyes. Practically glowing in the dim lighting, devouring you just as much as his mouth had. Glossy, it drip! drip! drips down onto your shaky thighs with every bead of your juices heâd lapped up. Leaving a syrupy aftertaste on his tongue and shit, was he hooked.Â
In a split-second, Getoâs smoothly towering his body over yours, placing a sodden kiss right on your lips to let you taste all the honeyed sweetness yourself.Â
But just as you were distracted by how rudely he was claiming your tongue, youâre feeling the sharp smack! of something hard and swelteringly hot on your shamelessly spread pussy. His knot.
And then the squelch of ribbon after ribbon of Getoâs hot cum spurting out. Over and over.Â
His body half-collapses onto yours, every gushing wave of sticky seed so violent that his head throws back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Shit, orgasms during a rut always did crash headfirst. Always did have his furiously weepy head dripping out in overly voluminous dredges of thick cum.
âJusâ ohhh- one more t-taste before I hngh- breed this cute cunt.â Geto hiccups, wet lashes batting up at you in a lazy way from in-between your legs. Long tongue dragging over the mess, smearing across the sheen of white. Every single pearlescent wisp - only to spit it back out onto your cunt. âFor now.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âPleaseâŠâ
Youâre snapping your head down at Choso teary plea, pecking at the corner of his wobbly lips. All pinkened and kissed raw, wobbling when he begs, âF-for my first knot can I oh- cum inside, baby?â
Shit, your poor boyfriend was so pretty looking up at you with his twinkling, dewy eyes like this. His creamy skin flushed, twitchy fingers craning upwards to grab at the headboard to keep some sense of his sanity when you glide your dripping wet cunt down his cock.
His mouth gasps open in a feverish puff of your name over and over when your gooey walls in turn just squeeze around his sweltering hot girth. Velvety walls sucking up every thrumming vein down his length.
âPleaseâ ah-â Chosoâs breath hitches upwards in both volume and pitch when your hips slam down in a particularly harsh squelch! Mouth lolling open at both the filthy way you were riding him and your teasing silence. âBaby- oh, baby please say- s-something-â
You canât stop your syrupy giggle from escaping your lips, âAwww, mâsorry Cho, What did you say you wanted again?â
And Choso has always been the type to be so greedy when he has you in bed - but youâve never seen him like this. His first ever rut - a late bloomer - and oh, did that make him extra sensitive.Â
Mouth slacking open into a broken cry, frustrated droplets of sweat beading down his forehead, his slender hips just rut upwards in a pressurized thrust that has your sloppy pussy dragging down every one of his swollen inches.Â
Spearheading so deliriously deep, his length swirls around to easily massage your tenderized sweet spots.
So needy.
âWant to- want to cum insideââ he whines, thick lashes fluttering at the heavenly feeling inside you. You feel two of his soft palms attach themselves to your hips, bleary gazing tilting downwards to watch himself grind up, up, up trying desperately to squeeze his achingly fat knot into your tight pussy. âWanna make ya a momma. T-to breed my pretty omega, please- Sâcalling to me- it hurts ah-â
âMy poor babyââ youâre humming, with that honeyed tone of yours that makes the very end of his furiously leaky cock twitch. Leaning down to kiss away his big, pearlescent tears, âYou sure you want to-â
âYes!â heâs cutting you off with a long, dragged-out groan. Head throwing back over and over into the plush pillows when heâs feeling your snug, swollen pussy lips spread over the bulging curve of his knot. Bit by bit. âYes yes yes- please more- hngh- t-take it allâ needa-â One of his thumbs caresses right over where he knew your womb to be, feeling for the nudge of his thick, bulbous head swipe a wet glide across your walls. â-need to make you mine here, too.â
Just as heâs pressing the thick curve of his thumb down hard, both of your ravenous bodies glide together in a harsh ram.Â
And shit - you already knew by the way that Chosoâs dilated eyes roll to the back of his head, the way his biceps flex with a wracking shudder, the sudden cracking moan of your name - that heâd plugged you full of his knot.
With a gasp your heady senses catch up around the staggeringly wide stretch. The way this was all it took for your elastic walls to constrict around him, being pushed to your very limits. Pulled taut.
Then and only then do the both of you realize that both of you are cumming.Â
Your toes curling, moaning out a shrill, âShit- shit shit shit- Iâmââ Before the zaps of white-hot pleasure take over your mind, being fucked pathetically stupid on Chosoâs raging cock.Â
His feet plant flat on the silken sheets to buck up in meeting your sloppy staccato, his hipbones smack into yours in hard kisses to drag out your pleasure.Â
âYes- oh god.â Itâs just about all that he can whimper out right now, and heâs boring his eyes up at you like you were one. Strong arms wrap around your still-shivering waist, until Choso was whispering in hot puffs against your ear, âGonna fill this ah fuck- t-tight pussy.â Nodding you through every thick wad of seed knocking at your womb, drool dripping down each side of his lips. It overspills - from both lips. âY-youâll take it right? Every drop? Gonna hngh- make me a fuck- daddy, right, babyâ?â
Fuck, right now all you can do is squeal.Â
Let yourself be easily manhandled by all of Chosoâs strength when he flips the two of you over, kneeing apart your thighs to fold you in half for him. A thorough mating press, âYeah- yeah you are-â he breathes into your lips. âSheâs gonna have my eyes- nâ your p-pretty smile ah- nâ sheâll call ya âmommaâ and ohh-â
Just then, for how badly Choso wanted you all full of his knot, he finds himself bawling at the way his stuttering hips can no longer thrust into you back and forth. Locked in place.
âStill gotta-â heâs gasping out through wet licks up the tears streaming down your face. And thereâs something so darkly primal in Chosoâs tone - something there to send shivers down your spine, to remind you exactly what he is in a rut. â-gotta fill ya up more, ngh- mâstill so hard- still cumming, baby.â Furiously, heâs grinding his hips in needy gyrations, weepy cock surging further and further to knock up against your g-spot. âStill need to- breed- you-â
One of Chosoâs palms comes pressing down hard onto where his cum was sloshing around your inner walls, and with the dredges of creamy white that spill out - so does his slightly-softened knot.
Enough for him to grin such a dangerous grin.Â
Drunken, humorless. Whispering, âPlease, baby- c-can my second knot be inside, t-too?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - NO CONTROL!
âFuck-â youâre hearing Sukunaâs ragged grunt against your ear, low and dark in a way that only his deep baritone could be. âFuck.â
Oh how you wanted to ask him what was wrong - you wanted to raise your bleary eyes from the silken pillows spread across his royal bed.Â
But Sukuna was plummeting his hefty cock into you so deeply, pound after pound that has you scrambling to catch your breath desperately. His thick head was branding circular bruises at the very end of your spongy cervix, girthy shaft stretching you from the inside out.Â
And this was only his human form.
He curses at the clingy grip of your gooey walls, unable to tear his devilishly red eyes away from how well your sodden folds were puffed up around him. Milking his staggering size so well.
It has his kiss-bitten lips a little looser than heâd have liked, âFuck, this filthy pussy of yours mighta jusâ th-thrown me into a rut, brat.â
âWhat?â youâre gasping, all the air tucked away in your lungs being fucked with another shuddering slam into you. Your limbs tremble where youâre bounced against his hard front on all fours, barely managing to choke out, âY-youâre in a rut, Kuna?â
âHeh, yes.â
Sukuna canât help but bark out a rumbling bout of laughter at the way your pretty mouth falls slack. Drool dripping down the side of your lips in a way that he really canât help but crane over his hulking body to lick. A long, languid drag of his tastebuds.
âYeahhh- really did kickstart my hah- rut. You naughty girl- now I hafta breed this cute cunt.â Five of his thick fingers kiss the very curve of your ass in a sudden swat, and the sting makes your cunt drool down his inches. Gliding down in a greedy trail to curl around the urgent swelling at his already-thick hilt, he swipes at the syrupy translucent beads of your slick pooling at the very top. âYet, how come youâre more hngh- affected than me, huh, silly girl?â
Laughably, the only things that your blabbing mouth could get out right now were a few cockdrunken whines and whimpers.Â
Music to Sukunaâs ears. That is, until-
âHah! Sukuna!â
That makes him snap his scrunched eyes open - shit, when did he even close them? Sculpted, broad chest heaving with shuddering inhales for air, and a sudden wave of fatigue mixed with the saccharine sweet high of being sunken into your drooling pussy hits him.
It has him handling two of his hands into a bruising grip on the small of your waist, and the other two-
Other two?
âY-youââ youâre mewling, each one of your throaty moans spilling and slurring together at how utterly full you felt. Double the sinful stretch of just mere moments before. â-you shifted into your ngh- true form!â
Indeed, the notorious king of curses was so hypnotized by your pussy that he hadnât even realized when heâd slid back into his true form. Beefy biceps flexing as his inhuman hold on your body roughens, twin cocks spearheading into you maddeningly.Â
His pheromones are so overpowering right now, the slight tinge of spice and metal makes the omega in you already purr in satisfaction.
âY-yeah?â Heâs gritting out through clenched teeth, and those sharpened canines make you clench. Makes him use every shred of willpower to pretend that he wasnât as fucking out of control as he was right now. âN-nâ what about it, brat? Donât hear ya ah- complaininâ.â
Yeah, heâs letting his head throw back, totally on purpose, right?Â
Twice the stretch had your teeth sinking down into the pillows. Matchingly throbbing girths drawing matching glides down all your sweet spots, you feel him jostle and bump into each of his cocks. Kissing dripping wet kisses to your cervix and your g-spot your cervix and your g-spot- Gurgling out only little pleas-
âWhaâs this-â youâre hearing Sukuna seethe from above you, voice a few octaves higher than usual. One of his towering palms easily wraps around both your wrists. Hoisting you upwards, â-started my rut nâ now youâre not letting me hear it?â
Youâre now fully supported in midair by him - his absolute favorite position.
Because of the perfect angle to spy the way your cunt was swallowing every one of his powerfully pressurized thrusts.Â
To have his seeping hot cum trickle out of your surely overspilling cunt - down to his achingly tight balls. Where heâd scold you for wasting his precious seed, and then fuck it back into you all over again.
Because with this, Sukunaâs dancing up one hand about halfway up your stomach, pressing down brandingly where he can feel the bulge of his two thick cocks. âGuess thaâs hah- twice the amount mâgonna fill ya up-â Pressing down with all five digits splayed out. Hard. Your body erupts with tremors when his second hand toys deftly with little circles around your puffed-up clit. â-twice my chances of g-gettinâ an heir-âÂ
Youâre bouncing uncontrollably back and forth into Sukunaâs riotous hips, making him gulp at the few strings of wispy white spurting out of his furiously weepy divots.Â
Half-deliriously, he wonders whether youâd be able to take two knots.
Shit, his fattening knots leave wet thwacks at your pussy lips, those ringing squelches only growing louder and louder in your ear as soon as his third hand scissors open your messy entrance even further. Vision spinning when your honeyed scent has him shooting blanks already, stickily soaked balls clenching painfully.Â
Again. And again and again-
You were putty in his hands, surely at his mercy. âSo the o-only question now isââ Or, at least, thatâs what Sukuna was making it seem. Grunting, when he knows heâs on the very tipping point of cumming in such thick, voluminous wads already. â-are ya gonna be a good queen nâ gimme all that?â
He was no match for you.
⥠GOJO SATORU - Like an animal
âSweetheart- oh, sweetheartââ Gojoâs leering after a hefty gulp of saliva, his breathing comes out in pants. Heaves. Fanning your face in an utterly feverish way, âSweetheart, weâre not making it outta this alive.âÂ
And this was the fifth time he was echoing this mantra tonight - the fifth time since breaking down your apartment door into the tiniest of splinters. The floor rattling as the strongest strode his way to take you right then and there on your living room table, already in the throes of his rut.
Ready to ruin.
Looking like he was about to kill.
âToru- Toru someone could walk by-â youâre gasping, barely able to catch your breath with the sheer, staggering amounts of punishing thrust he was planting on your cunt. Shoveling all thickened inches into you with no mercy or regret. âTheyâre g-gonna see, Toruââ
Not to mention, the sudden crack! of mahogany wood as the cool surface of the table sags down on one side. Already broken.Â
And the first thing youâre being given in response is the powerful slap! of his swollen knot against your puffy pussy lips, leaving a stinging kiss that has you keening.Â
The second is your back hitting the soft bounce of your plush mattress - all the way in your bedroom. Teleported in nothing but a split-second.Â
âS-sâthis ah okay, then?â Gojo tongue half-lolls out with his broken moans, and your glassy eyes peer through your lashes at those bolts of purple jujutsu at the very edges of his half-lidded eyes. âCanât complain now- h-huh- canât ahâ jusâ let me fill ya up now.â
God, heâs fucking himself pathetically stupid on your gummy cunt, every slobbering drag down your velvety walls having his lids drooping closer together, minty scent puffing out mindlessly, words tinging with a primal sort of hoarseness.Â
Youâre squealing at the wet thwacks! when heâs pounding you into your fresh silken sheets. âY-youâre so infuriating-â
And just as your mouth opens in a sloppy whine, Gojoâs taking the lewd opportunity to spit a wad of syrupy sweet saliva onto your tongue. Grinning at the breathless way youâre taking it all - on instinct. By nature.Â
âAnd yet your o-omega loves me as ah- much as ever, huh?â he whispers down at your pretty self, words honeyed with the sort of smugness that only Gojo Satoru could have.Â
As if to prove his little point, heâs crushing you even harder with his weight. Strong arms jostling your limply falling legs to lock around his neck so easily, and shit- he could feel the way the very end of his fat, rotund head poke into the bullseye of your g-spot. Sensitive slit swiping back and forth on your heavenly cunt-
But it still wasnât enough.
CRACK!
Just as soon as the creaking protest of the bed rings across your dazed mind, Gojoâs hauling the two of you into a sitting position. Your cunt sat prettily down his long cock, being bounced up and down with the help of his jittery hands clenched roughly around your waist.Â
âWh-what-â you mewl, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Nails digging red hot marks down the plane of his milky shoulders, âWhat even b-brought this onââ
âSome fucking curse-â heâs rolling his eyes, with a mindless swat of the slender, rounded tips of his fingers on your clit. Bringing them up, up, up to be popped into his mouth - making him moan. âHeh- canât help but think about how much sweeter youâd be when I finally breed this pretty cunt.â
And you didnât realize just how badly Gojo Satoru was ruined because that tiny smack has bands of electricity spiking through your entire body. Arching your spine into a delicious bow that makes his mouth water.Â
âY-your powers-â
âAnd?â
Electricity sparks at your lips when Gojoâs crashing his own against yours - literally.Â
âPlease-â he weeps out. And itâs enough to make you sob, your dripping walls being coated in another fresh wave of his precum. âLemme make a m-momma outta ya- fuck this hngh- cunt till she c-canât anymore-â His hefty balls shifting underneath your ass with each clench, each twitch. âWanna ahh- breed you so bad- think I might just die, sweetheart.â
He was losing it.Â
He was cumming - and so were you.
Spurting out wave after wave of sweltering hot cum that invades your insides, thereâs so much of it. Sloshing around your snug channel sloppily, itâs coating your cervix in a sticky gloss. And you swear you could feel the thick dredges of his seed ooze down your gooey walls.Â
Your teeth gnaw at Gojoâs flushed skin on the crook of his neck - and his on yours. Breaking skin, tasting the metallic tinge of red.Â
The very taste is enough to have him dumping out another great load of his cum, overstuffing your poor cunt until you could feel yourself swell. Itâs enough to drive you mad.Â
And enough to have Gojo stuffing his bulging know past your swollen folds with a drawn-out moan of your name. Pretty lower lip quivering, dewy eyes firmly drooping shut as heâs bulling into the feeble ring of muscle.Â
Tight.Â
âTake it- sweetheart- take it allââ heâs whimpering into your ear, powerful legs jittering upwards to have his cum splurge into every nook and cranny of your cunt. Fingers thrumming jujutsu down your spine, âSweetheart, sweetheart ah- fuck-â You can only bare your widened eyes at him as he looks over your shoulder, grinning. âThe bedâs broken.â
Before you know it, youâre being splayed out on the floor - teleported.Â
Youâre wincing at the slow, swiveling grind of Gojoâs hips on your own. Too impatient to even let his knot go down before trying to fuck you through your high, teasing out slow pushes and pulls against your cum-coated sweet spots. âY-you did that on p-purpose, Toru.â
âYâknow what e-else I did on purpose, sweetheartââ his slurring words are accompanied with another smack! to your cunt. And an even filthier press on your stomach to watch his cum dribble out, which Gojo gladly smears along his fingers - pressing into your mouth to let you taste the candied mess.Â
âWh-what?â
Whispering in your ear, âHah- getting hit by the curse.â
A/N. Of COURSEEE I had to end it off with a guilty pleasure of mine mwahaha
Plagiarism not authorized.
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satoru totally loves drilling his cock inside you, especially when it's sooooo full of cum. he likes it messy, dirty, ruining the sheets with your combined fluidsâand fuck, it turns him on. the way that sticky cum was spread enormously all over your cunt and thighs, a string of cum connecting on his skin everytime he pulls out just to push himself back in, your cunt practically dripping and just begging to be filled up even more. he'd be disappointed that a lot was going to waste, but what can he do? he just loves the sight of having his cock coated with your essence, oozing out so many cum that it became so easy to fuck you for how wet you've become.
âone more time, ma. you're taking my cock so well,â he'd utter against your ear as his speed didn't falter with each thrust, a loud slap! slap! slap! could be heard from how the two of you were connecting in the middle. âahh, s-shit. gonnaâ f-fuck, you're s-so hot, babyâ g-gonna stuff you with my c-cum.â
one more look at your pussy and he was cumming. squeezing your hips tightly, he lifted your hips up and pumped his cock inside you, balls deep until he finished.
it wouldn't really take long before he starts fucking you again.
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The Enemy of My Enemy
(The Predator/Yautja x F!Reader)
CW: Â Violence; smut (monsterf*cking; fingering; PiV, unprotected). 18+ only.
Word Count: 9889
AN: Â This was originally requested by an anonymous person!
The distress call is what bring Mahâtu to Earth: a Yautja ship infested with a single xenomorph that escapes its cell to wreak havoc before the ship crashes onto the planet of the oomans. Mahâtu, in a nearby star system, is the closest to handle it.
Thank the gods he has the foresight to call for aid. A single xenomorph on a planet full of soft, weak creaturesâŠit turns into an infestation almost immediately. Mahâtu is grateful the Yautja ship at least crashed in a small ooman settlement
Still, the small settlement is overrun quickly. Mahâtu finds himself outnumbered, outgunned, overpowered. He sees some oomans as he fights: they scurry around, they try to run. Few manage to escape before they are slaughtered. He pays them no mind. They are a weak species and only worthy prey because of their inventiveness, but these oomans are panicky and stupid with fear, and easy prey for the serpents.
He finds himself cornered in a large building. He hears the faint crackle in his comms of other Yautja as they approach Earth, but he himself is lost: heâs trapped with two of the xenomorphs, and he dispatches one easily, but the second stabs him with its barbed tail, sprays acid blood, and Mahâtu falls.Â
The Yautja are strong, durable. They heal quickly, and neither of these injuries would be fatal, but he feels his vision edging in black, and he knows once heâs unconscious, the serpent will kill him.
Mahâtu is a noble warrior. He was Blooded young. His bloodline is ancient, and heâs sired many Yautja that will live on beyond him, so he does not mourn his own lost life as he slips out of consciousness. At least he wonât feel the blow, though thereâs little honor in that sentiment.
It surprises him, then, when he doesnât die. When he instead wakes up, comes to, and finds a oomanâsmall, tremblingâcrouched beside him.
No, not beside him. Not exactly. The ooman is crouched between Mahâtu and the second xenomorph. It lies dead and twitching as it oozes its acidic blood from where the ooman has impaled it with a metal pole through its long skull.
The ooman is a female of the species, even smaller than the males, and Mahâtu sits up with a grumble and takes in the measure of his savior. A small thing, filthy. Stinking of fear and sweat and the rich metallic tang of ooman blood and the acrid, biting odor of serpent blood. Trembling as she turns and stares at him, her too-wide ooman eyes studying him warily.
How did something so small and cringing manage to kill a serpent, and with a piece of scrap metal, no less? Mahâtu had seen better trained, better armored Yautja fall to serpents, and yetâŠ
He knows what it means to kill one of the kiande amedha. The Yautja revere them as the ultimate prey, and to kill one is a feat to be celebrated.Â
He does it with little thought: the ceremony is ingrained in him, as it is ingrained in all of his kind. To kill a kiande amedha means the ooman is Blooded by Yautja culture, so Mahâtu reaches down and drags a claw through the pooling acid blood of the serpent. Then he reaches out to the ooman, who flinches away from him, makes a whimper of fear. But he reaches out his other hand to grasp the filthy face. He holds her still and traces a small mark onto her forehead that makes her cry out at the sting of the blood as it scars her.Â
He marks the oomanâyouâas Blooded. In Yautja culture, it means you are an adult, capable of Hunting alone. But more than that, it marks you as a full member of the clan, and given the strange circumstances of this momentâEarth, a xenomorph infestationâhe marks you as his clan.
When the crackle comes through his comms that his fellow Yautja have arrived, that the military oomans of this sector have loosed a missile of some sort to level this infestation, Mahâtu again acts with little thought. This is ingrained in him too: marked as his clan now, he grabs your wrist, tugs you to the roof of the building, and narrowly escapes with you before your settlement is leveled by your government.
He realizes what heâs done once the ship is safely away from your star system. Heâs marked you as Blooded, as his clan, which means youâre his responsibility now.
-----
A famous ooman once wrote that the course of true love never did run smooth. Mahâtu, without the benefit of any sort of literature course in his Yautja education, never heard the quote, but it doesnât make it untrue.
Who would have thought the cringing little ooman would be so relentlessly furious at him, once the fact of her situation became clear to her?
Reason must flee your little skull. There is nowhere for you to go unless out of the airlock into the void of space, yet you fight him.
Or you try to.
The first night you attack him, Mahâtu is taken unawares. Why would he ever think youâd try? Heâs sitting in the pilotâs seat of his ship when the sensitive appendages on his head alert him to someone behind him, but not quickly enough: thereâs a dull bloom of pain in his shoulder, and it comes accompanied by you yelling some ooman word he does not understand.
He turns in his seat and appraises you. He takes in the fury on your face, as it cedes to confusion, then dejection.
From the meat of his shoulder, a small shank of metal is half-buried. He pulls it out, the pain minuscule, the cut already mending. He examines the weapon, a pathetic thing that youâve found and tried to shape into something that could kill him.
It makes him chuckle, which sounds like a trilling to you. Then he stands, takes your arm in his paw, and drags you back to the storage area he cleaned out to house you.Â
âStay,â he orders you, and he locks you in anyway. He cannot know how you bristle to be ordered about as you would order a dog.
The second time you attack him? Youâve loosened the bolts on a seat in the cockpit. You must have been at it for hours at a time, working your feet against the fastenings while you slouched beside him and stuck the fleshy part of your mouth out in a pout. Mahâtu bends in his seat to recalibrate a certain piece of equipment, and a moment later, the loosened chair smashes against his skull.
The chair breaks into several pieces. His skull doesnât break at all.
âGod fucking dammit,â you breathe out as he straightens out, stands to his full height.Â
He locks you in again, and as he drags you to your quarters, you try to punch him. Your little fists aim for his face, his eyes, his throat, and they glance off of him with no effect. You land a punch to his mouth and it cuts your hand. Mahâtu smells the metallic tang of your blood as he tosses you into your cell.
He thinks on it a beat later, then tosses in a med-spray so you can heal your fragile ooman skin.
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From there, you change your tactics. You abuse him verbally. You narrow your eyes into slits and call him all sorts of names: monster, alien, crab-faced motherfucker. Slimy fucked-up lizard.
When heâs alone in his quarters, he must look up some of the words you use. A crab, for example, is a harmless water creature on earth that oomans eat. Mahâtu cocks his head, considers it. Have oomans ever eaten a yautja before? The records are silent on the matter.Â
The verbal abuse is much like your physical abuse. It glances off of him. His kind have little capacity for metaphor, for simile or abstract thinking, so when you call him a âmotherfuckerâ it does not bother him because you are wrongâhe has never mated with his dam. A silly thought.
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Your fury never seems to lessen, but it does cool into something more refined and less ruled by passion. You finally seem to grasp that he means you no harm and that attacking him could leave you stranded in a star system your kind has never even heard of before.
You donât try to attack him anymore, and your verbal assaults have lessened as well. You still twist your too-soft mouth around into a look that means displeasure, and Mahâtu senses that you are assessing the situation. Waiting for an opportunity to escape him.
So be it. You may be a Blooded member of his clan now (a fact he must remind himself, as your behavior often puts him in mind of a youngling, rash and stupid), but he is your elder both in age and tradition. He has followed all the protocols: heâs alerted the head of his clan, who required several confirmations that yes, you were a ooman and yes, you had killed a kiande amedha. He registers your DNA in the clanâs codex. Lists both your ooman name and the Yautja one he chooses for you (his name means âSwift Judgment,â but yours translates roughly as âVexing Thornâ).Â
And though you are Blooded, as your elder, he takes up your training. Against his judgment (swift or otherwise), it is protocol, so he trains you.
Wisely, he starts by teaching you defensive moves. Why put a blade or worse, a plasmacaster, in your twitchy little paws?
If he hadnât seen the evidence of your killing the kiande amedha, Mahâtu would doubt it now. Even accounting for the general weakness of oomans, their lack of speed or agility or flexibility, you are terrible. Your reflexesâŠdo you even have reflexes?Â
Mahâtu shows you how heâll attack you, he shows you how to counter, he comes at you at quarter-speed, and still you fail. You take his punches, his slaps, the sweeps of his leg, and you always end up on the mat in the training room of his ship.
As your elder, he tries to give you helpful advice.
âYou are very slow,â he tells you. âMove faster.â
His advice is not well received. âFuck you,â you spit from your place on the floor, wheezing as you try to catch your breath.
Mahâtu shakes his head. âNo, you must train more. How will you ever join the Hunt?â
âIâm not a hunter, asshole!â
âYou are Blooded.â
âIâm a goddamned dispatcher at a heating and cooling company!â
He considers thisâhe did not know that the oomans could control the weather or environment in this way. He will add it to the codex so that other Yautjas may investigate it. But it likely will not help you on the Hunt.
He holds his hand out to you, and you glare at him for a long moment before you take it and allow him to haul you back onto your feet.
âAgain,â he says. âI will attack you from the front, and you must feint and then counter by striking me low on my arm.â He pauses and adds, âI will go as slowly as I can.â
You make a growling noise in the back of your throat. âFuck. You,â you grit out, but you change your stance as he shows you.
A second later, youâre on your back again, but at least you land a blow before Mahâtu puts you on the floor. Your weak little fist glances off his arm, but he is feeling generous and counts it as a win for you.
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At his next Hunt, Mahâtu judges that you are not prepared, so he leaves you behind at base camp. Heâs not concerned that youâll try to escape: if you run off, heâll easily track you. If you try to steal the ship, you wonât get far, as you donât know how to fly it.
âStay here,â he orders anyway, and you do that thing with your too-close eyes where they move in their sockets. He believes it may mean you are displeased, but most of your expressions seem to mean that.
âAye, aye, captain.â
He shakes his head, touches his hand to his chest. âNo, I am Mahâtu. Not cap-tan.â
You do the thing with your eyes again. âItâs an expression. Sarcasm, in this case.â
He tilts his head, and you clarify, âa kind of joke.â
Ah. He nods, then turns back to his weapons. He inspects them one last time, then holsters them on his body. The different blades, the net-gun, the darts and spear.
âI will return victorious. You will stay here, little sainâja.â
You scowl at the nickname but say nothing, and Mahâtu doesnât tell you that it means âwarrior.â It is a jest because you are no warrior. A kind of joke, as youâd say.
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It is a successful Hunt. It brings him much honor and new trophies.Â
You are unimpressed, but when he strings up his kills and begins to clean the skulls, you make an injured noise and dart to the edge of camp to retch. The retching goes on and on, so much so that Mahâtu pauses in his efforts to check on you.
âYou are ill?â he asks. âYou have eaten something poisonous, perhaps?â
âNo, you fucking psycho!â You stand up, swipe the back of your hand along your mouth. âYou killed those creatures just for their skulls?â
âOomans kill for trophies as well,â he points out reasonably.
âYeah, but we also eat the meat. Venison, turkey, whatever. Some humans, you know, use all of the animal. The skin and horns and stuff.â
Ah, a misunderstanding. Itâs bound to happen. Mahâtu puts his hand on your shoulder and lowers his head to show he is sorry for not explaining better.
âDo not worry,â he tells you. âWe will eat these creaturesâ flesh as well.â
You blink at him, and then you turn away quickly to retch again. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding, but perhaps you are ill as well.Â
âI will get you a med-kit,â he tells you. âIt will cure your illness quickly.â
âDude, really?â You heave again, but your stomach seems to be empty of any contents. âHonestly, fuck you.â
-----
Living with you is never easy, but it does reach moments of ease, especially when considering how you tried to kill him at first.
He trains you, or tries to. You do get stronger, leaner. You lose some of the ooman softness you had, and through your spat-out cursing, Mahâtu learns small details of your life on earth. How, for example, your role as weather-shaman was a passive one that entailed a lot of sitting and little movement. You apparently were a leader of sorts, ordering other weather-shamans on where to go to bring heat or coolness to other oomans.Â
There is a limit to your abilities as a fighter, though, and you reach them quickly under his tutelage. You can block many of his attacks, and you can land a blow occasionally, but in twenty sparring sessions, you are lucky to draw his blood once.Â
He finds that the sparring helps to spend your general fury at him, and the time afterwardsâyour muscles trembling, your body fatigued and bruisedâis almost pleasant. Mahâtu has always been interested in the ooman civilizations, and when he asks his questions, you usually answer them honestly.
âWho were your sire and dam?â he asks.
âMy mom and dad?â
âYes.â
âThen say âmomâ and âdad,â you weirdo.â
This is how Mahâtu learns that word choice is important to oomans, that your species uses words to differentiate things that are essentially the same thing.
âI never knew my dad. He took off before I was born. My mom was an alcoholic. She died when I was twenty.â
âYou did not know which clan sired you?â
You narrow your eyes at him. âFuck you. I knew my dadâs name, but that was it.â
âDid you share your siâŠdad and mom with others?â
That, for some reason, makes your mouth turn up at the corners, your lips curved upwards. âWe call those siblings. Brothers and sisters. And no, I was an only child.â
âAh.â Mahâtu nods knowingly. âYour dad was not worthy to sire many oomans.â
And that, for some reason, makes you laugh. It doesnât sound like a Yautjaâs laughter, but it isnât unpleasant, Mahâtu finds.
âMom would have liked that. Not worthy. Well, the bastard never paid a cent of child support anyway.â
-----
The two of you continue like this:Â misunderstanding each other, clarifying what confuses the other, navigating your two separate species and cultures.
Itâs not easy, but it grows easier with each passing moment. He no longer has to lock you in your room each night, as you no longer try to escape. He no longer fears your fury (not that he feared it much anyway), so he doesnât keep such a close eye on you.
He deems you worthy of a blade. He knows youâll likely never be trained to a level of plasmacaster, but a small blade, designed and weighted for your size and strength seems appropriate for the rare Blooded ooman.
He spends long hours in his workshop crafting it for you. His sire was a renowned weapons master, and he passed his skills onto all of his offspring. Mahâtu forges the metal, hones the edge to such a sharpness that it could split one of the hairs on your head. He carves the handle to fit your hand perfectly, and finally, he tools a fine sheath out of leather, because he worries that youâll cut yourself sooner than youâll cut an enemy.
On the leather sheath, he picks out the symbols for your Yautja name. His Vexing Thorn.
-----
Mahâtu learns much from you, and he adds all of it to the great shared codex of information so that other Yautja may know and learn.
Your mention of child support, for example. It is a thing that a sire must use to support his offspringâmoney, which is the paper goods that represents wealth. He questions you heavily on this point; Yautja honor is derived from the Hunt, but ooman honor seems to come from which of your species can acquire the most of those paper goods. It determines who may live in a fine home and who may starve, and when he explains it back to youâto make sure he understands it correctlyâyou stare at him, then nod.
âI mean, basically.â But then you try to explain a thing called a stock exchange, and a thing called capitalism, but when he presses certain points, you get confused too.
âI dunno, dude.â You throw your hands up, a gesture of helplessness. âI never went to college, and if I had, I wouldnât have majored in economics.â
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Early on, he calibrates to the ebb and flow of your body, and the questions he asks you in regards to your biology is what makes you the most anxious. Through his bio-mask, he can see how the heat courses to your face. He can hear your heartbeat increase in cadence, but he cannot understand why you respond in such a way. A body is a body. Itâs systems and rhythms are what they are.
âYou are injured,â he tells you, early. Heâs still locking you in at night, and youâre still scowling at him and calling him, among other things, a fucking lizard asshole.Â
ââm not,â you reply.
He breathes the air of the cockpit. âI smell blood.â
The heat floods your face; it shows white-hot in his mask. âShut up.â
âIf you are injuredââ
âI said Iâm not.â
âIf you are bleeding, I can get a med-kitââ
âFuck, dude! Iâm on my period, okay?â
Mahâtu tilts his head and thinks back to the rudimentary studies heâd read about oomans. âAh, you are menstruââ
You cut him off with another scowl, but your eyes fix on the stars in front of you outside of the cockpit. âAnd by the way, having oneâs period in deep space is not as fun as it sounds. I bet Princess Leia never had to worry about it.â
He does not understand your ire. âIs this Princess Leia a famed statesman on your planet?â he asks, kindly as he can, but you cut him an icy glare and launch yourself out of your chair and out of the cockpit.
You manage to toss a strained âfuck youâ over your shoulder before you leave, as you often do.
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So Mahâtu comes to understand the seasons of your body. He also comes to understand how your feel about those seasons. He does not mention when you are on your period, though he can tell. He is sure to give you more privacy, and that helps ease the strain between the two of you.
But with other things, your face does not get inflamed. When your head aches, or when you twist a joint in sparring, you are free with discussing these things with him. When you feel hunger or thirst, when you require a blade to trim away the excess hair that grows from your head. When you feel tired. You share these things with him.
The only other thing you donât share is when you are in heat. Mahâtu can tell that too, can scent you when your heat is upon you. It runs in the same rhythm as your period does, the two part of the same cycle that seems to come every thirty or day earth days.
It happens so often, he thinks. Yauja females only have a handful of heats in their entire long lives, yet you could spawn eleven or twelve oomans in one earth year. His mind is baffled by the math of it until he checks the codex and learns that no, oomans do not spawn that much. Despite their numerous heats, they only produce roughly the same number of pups as a Yautja female would.Â
Mahâtu sighs and leans back in his seat once he reads that. He has so much to learn.
The next section in that part of the codex details observed ooman mating rituals, and below that, known instances of Yautja and ooman mated pairs.Â
It is the latter that makes Mahâtu lean forward, then glance over his shoulder, then lean forward more:Â a furtive move that would put one in mind of a teenaged human boy looking at pornography for the first time, though of course Mahâtu would not know that.
*****
Sometimes you wonder if you were in an accident that has left you in a deep coma somewhere. How else can you explain the hell that broke loose that night, your small town overrun by monsters?
And how else can you explain the monster whoâŠwhat? Kidnapped you? Saved you? Because he stole you away from home, but you also saw that mushroom cloud from the porthole in his ship. Did earth even still exist? If you could escape, where would you go?
Itâs easier to imagine this all as a fever dream. A coma. Some consequence of a broken brain throwing out insane story lines around monsters and aliens and space travel to worlds you couldnât even fathom.
But then reality comes rushing back at you, usually in the form of the giant beast named Mahâtu, swiping at you or tripping you or hitting you with the dull blades of his goddamned fucking spaceship dojo.
Then you realize, arm or leg throbbing, bruise forming on your stomach, eye swelling shut or lip split: this is no coma. Itâs real life.
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He doesnât kill you. You learn, over time, itâs because you killed one of those disgusting black things with the giant head full of teeth. He had traced its blood onto your head, and you finger the scar sometimes when you struggle to sleep at night.
âYou are Blooded,â he explains, like you know what the fuck that means. âYou are a member of my clan now.â
Great. Wonderful. You finally had a found family of giant lizard aliens.
You try to explain it to him. Killing that thing was dumb luck. It was some animal instinct, flailing as it cornered you. Your hand had found the piece of metal, and the monster came at you, and you had swung in a move of self-preservation.Â
âDumb luck,â you tell him.
But his beady little eyes shine at you, and he lays a heavy paw on your shoulder. âA warriorâs instinct,â he corrects you.
You snort. You, a fucking warrior. You barely passed gym class in high school, cringing during dodgeball, puking during the timed mile run.Â
âA mistake,â you counter.
He shakes his head. âFate.â
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Itâs not terrible. Youâre no warrior, but your childhood with an unsteady mother left you with the ability to adapt pretty easily.
He trains you, or tries. He goes hunting for his psycho room of trophy skulls, but he doesnât force you to eat the raw, dripping meat he harvests. He takes the time to feed you a fruit-type stew, great chunks of roasted vegetables, some kind of flatbread. You recognize the hypocrisy of itâyou loved a good burger on earthâbut now youâre a vegetarian by default.
He gives you your own space, a narrow storage closet that he cleans out and makes a little nest of furs. When you hurt too much or get sick, he administers some sort of alien medicine that heals you and gives you a boost of energy, like you imagine old-style Coca-Cola used to do when they made it with a little cocaine.
So you endure, and sometimesâyouâll never admit it to him, the goddamned asshole who stole you away from homeâsometimes, you actually enjoy this new life. When the stress of work and debts and making rent each month and trying to save up for a new car fall away, when you are whittled down to a more essential sort of life, you find that your anxious mind calms.Â
You find that you sleep pretty well in that nest of soft furs, all things considered.
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The training, though.
The goddamned training.
He is unfailingly patient, at least. He never once gets frustrated when you fail to move the right way. In the rare off-chance you land a blow on him, his happiness is outsized, like a parent crowing when their toddler takes their first steps.
It should be humiliating, but sometimes his praise makes you smile in spite of yourself. You know heâs humoring you, but still. Youâll take your wins where you can get them.
The problem with your handful of training successes, though, is that he thinks you ready for more. He introduces weapons with dull blades. Today, youâre training with some fucking spear thing, and he raps you over and over with his own. A stinging blow across your knuckles. A stab to your belly that lands like a punch. Finally, a curt jab to your ankle that strikes you right on your ankle bone, and you hit the ground with a shriek at the pain that crackles like lightning from your foot.
âAsshole!â you wheeze. You pull yourself into a fetal position on your side, and you pull your injured foot up towards you. You flex your foot. It doesnât seem broken, but you know it will bruise. And you know heâll make you swallow a vial of whatever healing shit he has, and the bruise will heal within the day, and tomorrow youâll be back here, tears leaking out of your eyes as you stare up at him.
âYou were supposed to move to the left.â He tilts his head, studies you. âYou stepped into my blow instead.â
âFuck you!â You spit it out with all the venom you can muster. Sparring is as much choreography as it is strength and speed, and guess what? Youâve never danced in your life, aside from some drunken flailing at bars and wedding receptions when you were younger.
At your words, though, he tilts his head the other way, and his bright yellow eyes bore into you.
âNot now,â he replies. âPerhaps when you are in heat next.â
That immediately takes your mind from the throbbing in your ankle. You gape at him, and he stares down at you wordlessly. Did you misunderstand him? It seems a miracle he can speak at all, and English at that, but he is very literal.Â
âWhat?â you finally manage to choke out.
âIf we are to mate, we should wait until you are in heat again.â He says it so matter-of-factly, and you can feel the blood flooding your face and neck.
âI donâtââ
âIt will be upon you in four or five earth days.â
You uncurl yourself and sit up. âHow the fuck do you know that?â
âI can smell you.â
You curl your nose in disgust. âOh, gross. You can smell me? You sound like a fucking serial killer. Hannibal Lecter in space.â You struggle to your feet, and when he reaches out his hand to help, you bat it away.
He tilts his head again, but now there is a question in his eyes. âIs this a misunderstanding, little sainâja? You have said numerous times you would like to mate with me.â
âThe fuck I have!â
âIs that not what it means, when you say âfuck youâ? The codex indicates that âfuckâ means âto mate.ââ
You gape at him again. Then you close your eyes, pinch the bridge of your nose. You take a deep breath. Heâs not wrong. Youâve said âfuck youâ a thousand times to him. Goddamnit.
You keep your eyes squeezed shut, and you manage to say as politely as you can, âyes, itâs a misunderstanding.â
You hear the huff he breathes out, the low growl, and then he replies, âanother instance of ooman words meaning different things, then.â
âYeah, update the codex, dude.â
âI will.â A beat, and then he adds, âthis Hannibal Lecter. Is he a great warrior in your species?â
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The problem is, once he says it, you canât get it out of your head.
Why do you seem more open to it as time passes? You read once that Stockholm Syndrome wasnât real, but perhaps it is and you have some version of it. Or maybe youâre just lonely, and had been lonely before you got kidnapped by him, or saved by him, depending on the lens you took on the matter.
Itâs true that you had been in a dry spell on earth. You lived in a small town with few prospects. Everyone your age was already paired up, many married with kids. You and your ex had broken up a year before the alien invasion, and youâd had no dates in the interim, no offers, no tempting moments with another person.
And anyway, your ex hadnât been that great. It had been a relationship of convenience until you had gotten wise to the fact that life with him was not convenient at all. The sex was mediocre at best, he was always borrowing money from you, and never rinsed his toothpaste down the drain when he brushed his teeth.
He never got you anything as a gift either. Mahâtu, in comparison, crafted a custom knife for youâŠwhich isnât exactly a necklace from Tiffanyâs, but there is no other knife like yours in the known universe, either.
Heâs also considerate to your temperament, your likes and dislikes. He makes sure you have food youâll eat. He does his skull-cleaning grossness out of sight now. More than once, heâs taken a detour to a planet just to show it to you, just to watch you stand on alien soil and gape like an idiot at flora and fauna that no other human has ever seen.
The craziest thought youâve ever thought:Â maybe this fucking alien is the closest thing to a healthy relationship Iâve ever had in my life.
âYouâve lost it,â you whisper in the darkness of your quarters one night. âYouâve lost your goddamned mind.â
Because you lie there for a long moment, thinking about it, and you find that you donât need to be in heat (the word alone makes you groan in disgust) to feel the sharp knife of desire lance through your belly at the thought of him.
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One night, around the fire of a planet where heâs hunting, you ask him.
âWhy did you save me?â You watch him as he looks up from polishing his knife. He seems to consider his answer.
âBecause you are Blooded, in my clan.â
âYeah, but you didnât have to do that.â
He shakes his head, the dread-like things on his head moving as he does. âIt is required. You killed a kiande amedha.â
âIâve told you, that was an accident. Dumb luck.â
âMany Yautja die in the attempt to kill one.â
âBut Iâm no warrior. I could never kill another.â
He makes a low trill, which seems to be his version of a chuckle. âNo. But you only need kill one to be Blooded.â
You look down at your hands. They are calloused now from all the training, the nails trimmed short. âSo itâs just that, then? Just dumb luck that got me here?â
âNot only that, little sainâja. You could have killed me but did not.â
âSo you owe me?â
âNo. There is no debt.â He pauses. âWhy do you question me?â
You lift your hands in a helpless gesture. âI dunno.â
âThe codex says that oomans often question their fate.â
âYeah, I guess so,â you snort. âI just was curious. I thought maybe it was that thing, you know. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.â
âYou think I brought you here because we mutually aided each other against the serpents?â
You nod. âSure.â
Mahâtu shakes his head again, and he chuckles in his way. âNo, little sainâja. I brought you here because you are Blooded in my clan. Iâve kept you with me because I enjoy your presence.â
Itâs not Shakespeare, you suppose, but itâs a sweet sentiment, in his own sort of way.
*****
There is a series of Hunts, and Mahâtu fails in one, succeeds in the others. His trophy room has much more Honor added to it, though you remain unimpressed by his prowess.
âGross,â you say when you peek in at it.
He points to the long skull of the kiande amedha, the one he killed to become Blooded. âHad we more time, I would have beheaded yours so you could keep your trophy.â
You make a face and lift a hand to touch the scar on your forehead. âI think I have plenty to remember it, but thanks. If I ever end up back home, Iâll need to look up a plastic surgeon to handle this.â
It takes some explaining what you mean, but when Mahâtu grasps your meaning, he is outraged. You think the mark makes you unworthy. Ugly, you say.
âIt marks you as worthy. A special ooman,â he spits out. âThe others of your kind would be fools to not see you as such.â
Normally, youâd do that thing with your eyes, but instead you study him. Stare at him, steady and unblinking. Finally you say, âyou may be the only creature who sees me that way.â
He huffs. âThen I am the only creature with eyes to see and a brain to think.â
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He is not sure what changes with you. Perhaps you only needed time to adapt to life with him. Oomans, he knows, are highly adaptable.
You have stopped the verbal abuse entirely. You make an earnest attempt when training, and by applying yourself, you earn the right to learn the net-gun. You earn your own bio-mask, and Mahâtu labors over it for several star cycles. You have such a tiny skull, and your eyes are so far apart. It must be custom made.
You join him on a Hunt. It is just a small one, a training to whet a new spear he has made. The prey is hardly worthy, but Mahâtu uses the opportunity to teach you how to stalk, how to move silently, how to be still and watch. You are much better at that than you are at fighting, and though you kill nothing on your first Hunt, you earn Honor for yourself by successfully stalking a herd of very jittery prey. They never once suspect you, and Mahâtu trills in pride when he sees you get close enough to reach out and touch one.
That night around the fire, he gives you much praise. You like that, he findsâyou duck your head as if ashamed, but it is to hide your smile. Which means you are pleased.Â
âHad you been a moment quicker, you could have killed one,â he tells you. âThough it would be a small skull. Our younglings often kill them to learn their blades.â
You laugh. âOh, fuck you. Our younglings. Yeah, yeah, I get it. This weak-ass human is less skilled than a Yautja infant.â
That phrase again. He knows what it means now, though he was greatly disappointed that it wasnât what he thought. Still, he bristles; he sits up straighter and looks at you when you say it, and when you realize what youâve done, you give him a sheepish look.
âBe at ease,â he says. âI know what you mean.â
Incredibly, you lower your head, and he sees no smile there. You kick your foot in the dirt, scuffing it, and you mumble, âmaybe I meant it the other way.â
âWhich way?â
You groan, and you place your hands over your face. He isnât wearing his bio-mask, but he can guess that your face is inflamed.Â
âDonât make me say it.â The words are muffled, and your voice is tight.
âSay what?â
âUgh, the gross way you phrase everything. You know what I mean.â
âI do not, little sainâja.â Though he doesâit is a lie to say he does not understand. As youâd say, itâs a kind of joke. Pretending one thing when another is true. A ooman sort of jest.
âYou know what I mean. Fuckâs sake, I mean mating.â You whisper the last word, make it small in your mouth, but he hears it anyway.
He wonders what changed in this respect too, but he can consider it later. âWe should wait until your next heat is on you.â
That makes you squawk, a sound of outrage. âAbsolutely not! Iâd never survive it if I got pregnant!â
He chuckles at your horror. âThere would be no risk. There are no Yautja-ooman hybrids. It is an impossible thing.â
You sag in relief. âThen why wait?â
âWe cannot if you are not in heat,â he points out.
Now it is your turn to laugh at him, and then Mahâtu has another clarification to add to the codex:Â oomans can mate nearly any time, any place, so long as the mood is upon them.
As it turns out, the mood is upon you now, and Mahâtu is grateful that his face does not show his emotions as blatantly as yours doesâotherwise, you may see how he is flustered, then aroused in equal measure.
*****
He would take you outside, you think, but you douse the fire and lead him back into the ship. For one, you donât want this to be out in the open, where any creature could witness.Â
For another, you want to be as close as possible to his array of med-kits and healing sprays. God knows how this is going to work. Heâs bigger than you in every way possible. It may not work at all.
He seems confused, but he lets you lead him. You, for once, hold your hand out to him. He makes a low trill, and takes it, and he follows you into the ship. You start to lead him into your quarters by habit, but he stops, tugs you towards his.
âMore space,â he says.
In his quarters, he only stands and watches you. Waits for you to make a move. Which is novel, for you: youâre used to letting your partner lead, though your partner up until now has exclusively been a disappointing and generally clueless human male.
âUm.â You kick off your boots. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, then take a breath and pull it off, as quick as you can. âHow do you usually?â
That curious head tilt of his. âUsually what?â
You swear to god that heâs toying with you. His stupid face gives nothing away, but heâs not usually so dense.
âHow do your kind mate?â You undo the snap on your pants, the zipper, and you push them over your hips. You kick them off, peel out of your socks, and stand in front of him in your underwear.
They mate like they do everything else: with ceremony, rules, customs, elaborate steps that either mean honor or dishonor. They mate due to some confusing clan alliance, and the mating is always towards breeding the next generation of Yautja. They donât generally mate for pleasure, though of course it is pleasurable to mate, he explains.
âBut you are not beholden to those customs,â he adds. âAs you cannot add glory to our clan by breeding with me.â
âNoted.â
âEven if we could have offspring, they would be very weak.â
âI said I got it, thanks.â
While he gives his explanation, he strips too. He lays aside his greaves, his gauntlets, his weird footwear. The data pad he wears on his wrist. The fine netting of his invisibility tech. The thick belt that holds more weaponry than Batmanâs setup. He leaves his loincloth-thing on, though, and stands to look at you.
He makes no move. You give him a long moment to lead, but when he only stands and watches you, you decide to lead.
You bridge the few steps between you, and this closeâsans most of your clothing and most of hisâthe size difference has never been more stark. Hell, the difference in your damned species has never been more stark. Heâs objectively ugly, you suppose. You must be just as ugly to him, but you wonder if he finds you as fascinating as you find him?
He's a greyish green at first glance, but youâve noticed that his coloring depends on the light. Sometimes he looks more like a gem, glimmering a darker green like an emerald. Now, in the lower light of his berth, he shimmers almost iridescent.Â
Youâve touched him plenty in the training sessions, so you know that your first impression (cool and slimy) is incorrect. His skin is dry, warm to the touch. You reach out a tentative hand and lay it on one of his massive pectoral muscles, and when you do, he lays his own hand over yours. Engulfing it.
âHow do your kind mate?â he asks, and honestly? He kinda nails the bedroom voice because he lowers his register and growls it, and the sound makes the ache between your legs grow stronger.
Who knew he had it in him?
You think on how to answer him, but he adds, âshow me, little sainâja.â
*****
It takes much of his strength to not overpower you. He can smell your arousal, sharper even than when youâre in your heat. He can hear your heartbeat growing faster, can hear your breathing getting a harsh edge to it. Mostly, though, itâs just his instinct to want to fight you, to submit you to him. To treat you like a Yautja female, really.
But youâre not Yautja. The sight of you in your thin underthings is proof of that. Your fragile skin has no variations aside from a few scars. Your fleshy mouth, your too-wide eyes, the strange lifeless hair that sprouts from your headâŠhe should find you repellent, but when you touch him, he leans into the sensation of your hand on his chest.
He orders you to lead. He does not want to hurt you, so he puts the moment in your hands.
You pause, considering your moves. Thoughtful of what to do in order to make this work. You nod then, and remove the remainder of your clothing, and Mahâtu takes in what has been hidden from him: your breasts, despite having no younglings to nourish. The curls that cover your sex. You gesture to him, and he removes his loincloth, and your already-wide eyes go wider to the point where he fears they may fall out of your skull.
âFuck,â you breathe out.
He nods. âYes.â
You laugh at him, and itâs the merry version, not the frustrated kind. âWe have to go slowly.â
âYes.â
âI mean it. You have toâŠ.â You pause, and he hears the way you swallow as you study him. âYouâll basically have to not move until I, uh, get used to it. Once weâŠstart.â
Another nod. âYes. I understand.â
"But you can, uh, touch me. If you want. Before we start."
He lies down on his furs when you tell him to, and you approach him carefully. You cast a wary eye on him as you kneel beside him, then shuffle closer. He takes a hand and chances to touch one of your curves, the one from the dip in your waist to the swell of your hip, and you like that. He can smell the way your arousal blooms, so he continues touching you. Slowly. Carefully. He leads you to lie down beside him, and he touches all the parts of you he never has touched in your training sessions.
Each place is a revelation.
Your breasts are soft, malleable, yet they are tipped with firm nipples. He molds his hands around the shape of them, which makes you moan, but when he skates a blunt nail carefully over each nipple, one and then the other, you part your lips and swear at him.
âFuckâs sake,â you say, and your voice is tight, like youâre pained.
âDid I hurt you?â
âNo. God, no.â Another hard swallow. âThatâsâŠthatâs good. You can do that again.â
So he does.
Oomans, he finds, perhaps like their pleasure with a little pain, or even just the threat of it. He is gentle with you, careful of his strength and his claws, but your arousal grows sharp when he draws a nail over your tender skin or when he wraps one hand around your neck to hold you still from your wriggling.
His exploration leads him lower, to the source of your arousal. He slides a gentle finger between your legs, feels how hot you are, how wet you are, how the slick seeps out of you in anticipation for the joining with him.
All the sameâŠ
âYour sex is very small,â he mutters. He drags the pad of one finger through your folds and finds your entrance. He tests it, pushes it into you, and it goes fine with how wet you are, but a lone finger is nothing compared to his cock. Still, when he breeches your entrance with his digit, he hears the breathy way you whisper his name. Better, he feels how your sex twitches against him. Like it seeks to draw him in deeper.
So he adds a second finger, which makes you curse, but it is much the same. The same twitching from the smooth muscles of your sex. A fresh pulse of wetness coats his fingers, and he pushes them in, draws them out, mimics mating in this way. Spreads his fingers inside you, to stretch you in preparation.
âGod,â you whisper. âPlease, donât stop. KeepâŠkeep doing that, okay?â
He nods. Heâs an eager pupil, and you can teach him this. A moment later he feels it: your tiny hand, fumbling for his cock. Circling your slender fingers around his girth. You have little strength but itâs enough to give him pleasure, and he wonders how much is due to your grip and how much is due to the fact that itâs you, his Vexing Thorn, gripping him there.
âThis gives you pleasure?â he asks.
âYes.â You hiss it, draw the word out. With your other hand, you reach down yourself and show him another part of you, a firm little bud also slick with your arousal, just above your entrance. âIf you, you know, touch that carefully. Rub it? Carefully. It will beâŠah, fuck, yes. Like that. Just like that.â
As he works his hand, he feels you relaxing. Loosening. You are still very small, but it seems more likely that you can take him now, so he keeps going, and you writhe against him, stroke him as you whine out all sorts of words heâll have to study later.Â
You reach some point where you deem yourself ready, and you push his hand away. You take your own hand from him, and he grumbles in disappointment, but then you are on him, on top of him, pushing him back, and he lets you.
âAre you okay with this?â you ask. You straddle him, and he feels the hot slick of you pressed against the length of him. âI mean, I donât know the politics of this. Is this even consensual?â
âExplain your question more.â
You sigh, but you also slide against him, your lower body moving back and forth in small motions as your hands brace on his stomach. He feels how youâre coating him in your arousal, and the mechanics of it make sense. If your sex is slick and his is as well, it will make the mating easierâ
âI mean, we never reviewed consensual sex with other species in high school sex ed.â
âI do not understand.â He grips the fat of your ass, youâre so soft there, and he urges your movements. There is pleasure even in this, and he feels himself growing harder underneath you.
âAm IâŠfuck, I donât know how to say it without just saying it. Is this what you want? Am I coercing you for sex?â
He chuckles under you, trills deep and long. âLittle sainâja, how could you coerce me? You are so weak.â
You pout, the fleshy lower lip of yours stuck out and wet. âAsshole.â
âI could throw you off me in an instant. I could be on top of you before you could even blink.â
That makes a fresh beat of arousal pulse out of you, coating him more. He notes it. Perhaps you would find pleasure underneath him, just as he is enjoying being underneath you.
âOkay, yeah. Good. So weâre good, then.â
âThis is what I want,â he clarifies to your question. âYou can feel how I strain to seat myself in you.â
âWell, then.â You gaze at him a beat longer, but you shift, reach your hand down. You grasp him at the root of his cock, and you lift yourself up enough to slot the flared head of him against your entrance.
âI mean it. Please donât move at all until I tell you. This isâŠâ You trail off, and your pink tongue darts out to lick your lips. âThis is a lot.â
He nods. âI will not move until you order me to.â
At that, you begin to lower yourself onto him.
It goes so slow. It must, despite your arousal. You are so small, and he is large, but your anatomy is such that it can take far more than he thought. But it must go slow, so your sex can adapt to him. Wonderful, adaptable oomans: your sex twitches and grabs at his cock as you work yourself onto him, but he enters you bit by bit, and you breathe deep and mumble curses, but you also groan at what youâre feeling, and it sounds like a pleasurable noise to him.
But you take him to the root, in time. In time, you sit flush on him, no space between where he ends and you begin, and Mahâtu has never felt a mating like this in his long life.
âFuck, I can feel you in my throat,â you whine, and you wriggle at where you sit on him. It sends him a fraction deeper, and he can feel the end of his cock nestled against some inner part of you, though he assumes it is your womb and not your throat. But he also assumes it is one of those things where you say a word and it means something else, but he doesnât ask for clarification because he needs all of his strength to lie still and wait for your command to move.
It doesnât come just yet. You sit on him, the back of your thighs flush with his hips. You donât move much; you move and resettle, you wince and then move, and your tense face cedes to one of panting pleasure. Little by little, you start to move: lifting yourself off of him a fraction, lower yourself back down. Your arousal keeps it as easy as it can be, and in moving, he feels your sex relax more, molding itself to the shape of him.
âIs this okay for you?â you whisper, and he nods his head. He keeps his grip on your ass but only as a place to touch you, not to harry you along. How can he describe what heâs feeling? He has no tricky words like you do, and he fears his blunt speech may anger you.
If he could say what heâs feeling, it would simply be this: that youâre his mate, and now that heâs felt this once, youâll be his mate for life. He would not give you to another, nor allow another to touch you, and if you wanted to return to earth, heâd go with you and find a way to live amongst the other weak, tricky oomans.
Eventually, you begin to move in earnest. Riding him in a steady rhythm: raising off of him until only the broad crown of his cock is nestled in you, then sinking back onto him. Over and over, in this way, your constant phrase of âfuck youâ is realized, and Mahâtu growls at this new way of mating.
âYou canâŠyou can move,â you finally tell him. âBut slowly, slowâŠ.ah, fuck!â
You donât finish the thought because he moves. Not as you expected, probably, but Mahâtu is a quick study. He shifts one hand from where it kneads at the softness of your ass, and he draws the pad of his finger at where the small nub peeks out at the apex of your sex. He rubs it carefully, mindful of his claw, and it makes your hips jerk against him.
âYes, donât stop. Jesus, youâreâŠ.keep doing that. Just that.â The pace youâre riding him picks up in speed, and it makes your breasts bounce, drawing his gaze for a moment before it snaps back to where he disappears into the confines of your body.
âIâm close,â you tell him a moment later.
âClose to me?â he guesses.
You laugh, breathless. âClose to coming.â
âComing where?â
Another laugh, and your rhythm falters for a moment. You reach out and steady your hand on his chest, and your face is perfectly relaxed, radiant in happiness, and Mahâtu thinks that even if you are ugly with your ooman features, he finds you beautiful. Perfect.
âClose toâŠmy pleasure,â you clarify, and you resume the quick pace of fucking him, riding him, drawing him into your body.
âAh.â He strokes the hot, swollen bud above where he slides into you, and he considers himself. His own pleasure has been close for a while now, his seed close to bursting. âI am close too, then, little sainâja.â
âYou canâŠ.comeâŠ.with me.â Youâre panting now, pushing out your words in time to each time you reseat yourself. A sheen of sweat glistens along your skin, making you look almost part Yautja in the low light. âIf youâŠwant. Want toâŠfeel you.â
He nods. âI will do as you ask.â
Another breathless laugh, but then you say no more, and he can only observe your body for any clues. Ooman pleasure is blatant, he finds, because your sex gets wetter, and then you moan loudly. Then your entire body seizes in a way, trembles and shakes above him, but your sex tightens against him like a fist, and itâs easy for his pleasure to break as well. He feels it in a way he never has before, like a great wave carrying him towards you, and he spills inside you with a roar that must shake the walls of his ship.
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With Yautja mating, once it is complete, the two part. If they meet again, it is only incidental, a consequence of sharing younglings.
So it is strange, how you nestle against him after you both reach your pleasure. He remains nestled inside you, a snug fit that keeps his seed confined in your bodyâbut you lean your upper body down onto him, nuzzle your face against his broad chest, and just lie there.
It is very strange. But it is not unpleasant. A beat after you settle, he places a hand on your back to hold you firmer against him. Your skin is warm and soft under his palm, and he strokes you softly.
âI did not hurt you?â he asks after a long while of lying like this.Â
âOnly in the best way.â Your mouth is near his skin, and he can feel your warm breath against him.
âExplain your meaning.â
âIâll definitely be aching in the morning.â You pause, seem to think on it. âBut itâs a good ache. LikeâŠthe ache of training really hard.â
Mahâtu chuckles, and he drags the blunt tips of his claws along the skin of your back, which makes you squirm against him. The motion makes his cock, only half-hard now, twitch back to life.
âYou are much better at mating than training,â he tells you.
âAsshole.â You turn your head against him, and he feels the blunt edge of your teeth. You are biting him, but there is no pain. The sensationâyour wet mouth on himâmakes his cock twitch harder, make the blood pool there to make him grow harder.
You can feel it. You breathe against the wet spot youâve put on his chest, but then he feels you moveâa deliberate rocking, very carefully.Â
He has many questions heâd like to ask youâother ways your kind mate, for exampleâbut he saves them for later because the mood is upon you again, just as the mood is upon him. And anyway, in the course of your second mating, some of his questions are answered by showing, and Mahâtu is an eager pupil.
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COOKIES 'N CREAM.â
smut. the title makes sense once you read it.
A ring at your door was the start of a romantic night for you.
You thanked the amazon delivery driver and took in the package. Connie was on the couch scrolling on tiktok with his sound on high. All you could hear was that annoying text to speech sound over and over again. (If ykyk) You walk over and begin opening the package, throwing parts of it on his lap. âwhat is that mama?â you smile as you pull out two blue onesies. One was clearly bigger than the other and this made connie confused. âi know thatâs not for meâ you throw the bigger one onto connie and keep the other one. âactually it is, weâre matching look!â
You smiled as you put the onesie to your chest. âcmon ma you know i ainât into allatâ He put the onesie on the couch. âi didnât ask ALLATâ You mocked him. âwe matching if you love meâ
you always knew how to make connie do whatever you wanted, he was weak in the knees for you.
You took off your clothes and put the onesie on. It fit you nicely and definitely did itâs one on your ass. You turn to the big mirror you had in your living room and started throwing that shi. Connie was clearly amused and got up to catch it, standing behind you and putting his hand on your ass. You quickly straighten up and turn to him. ânah you donât wanna match wimme? you not getting nunâ Connie exhaled as he shook his head. "fine i'll wear the fuckin' pajamas"
You smiled as you grabbed the onesie and gave it to him. âthank you paâ. Once he was changed you screamed. âyou better not post none of this shitâ You laughed as you stood on your tip toes to kiss him. You began to moan into his mouth as he slithered his warm tongue into your mouth. His hand making its way down to your ass. You break the kiss, âyou want to bake some cookies with me?â. Connie looked at you with his low eyes and you knew how this night was gonna end.
You felt yourself squishing your legs together to give you some kind of relief. He agreed and you two made your way to the kitchen. You went to the fridge and started taking everything you needed out. Connie wasnât worried about the cookies, he was busy getting wine glasses and wine. âyou want some?â All you could do was smile. He poured both of you some wine, his clearly more full than yours. You two sat down and downed almost the whole bottle. You insisted on making a few tiktoks with him but promised not to post them. (you was going to anyway.)
After an hour, it was time to start baking. He controlled the mixer as you added the flour, sugar and everything else. You and connie couldnât stop looking at each other and laughing so the flour was getting everywhere. Once everything was done, you put the cookies on the baking sheet and slid them into the oven, making sure you put on a 30 minute timer. You wipe your hands off and turn to connie who was looking at you with nothing but lust. A sinister smirk covered his face as he lifted you onto the counter. âpa we have 30 minutes and-â You were cut off by connie pressing his hungry lips onto yours.
Your legs on either side of him as you felt his third leg (đ). Your whines being muffled by connieâs tongue literally down your throat. Connie began to zip your onesie down exposing your beautiful brown breast. His hand massaging them as his other hand holds onto your waist, pulling you closer to his waist. He sits up to zip his off and lets it drop to the floor. He then pulls yours off as his hands quickly make their way to your wet cunt. A moan escaped from your lips as his warm fingers touched your aching clit making slow circular motions. Your slick making it easier for him to slide a finger in. A small gasp come from you.
âyou so wet for me mamaâ
His low and deep voice making you clench around his fingers. You suddenly feel his fingers leave you pulsing around nothing before he replaces it with his dick. His dick was painfully hard, his tip already oozing pre. He slowly slid himself into your desperate pussy. âconnnâ Going back to kissing you, his strokes started slow.
Pumping himself inside of your slippery insides. He uses his free hand to give your clit some attention. Connieâs strokes began to speed up, hitting that one spot that he knows you go crazy for. You keep moaning into his mouth. As he feel you start to clench onto him, he lifts up to look at you. âso pret-pretty, fuck iâm about to cumâ So overstimulated, tears filled your eyes. Connieâs grip on your waist tightens as he came inside of you. The warm cream coating your walls white. â..fuckâ was all you heard as you were coming to your own high. Your moans were loud you were pretty sure your neighbors could hear but you didnât care, connie was putting that work in.
When you came down from your high, you heard the ringing of an alarm. You look back at connie. âWell cookies are doneâ You and connie just giggled as he helped you got off the counter and clean up.
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if youâre still doing requestsâ can you do when plug!connie gets out of jail?
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part one.
Your body was pressed against the cold marble floor. Your nipples were hard and sensitive.
Connieâs buff tattooed arm was wrapped around your neck, holding you in a chokehold. His body laid on top of yours, covering you almost completely. His cock was buried inside your wet hole, thrusting relentlessly.
He used his strength to push you back on his dick. He had no choice but to make you take it all because you kept running away from him,which he hated.
You and Connie didnât get to make it to the bedroom before he ripped all of your clothes off. He already ate you out in the parking lot after he was released to you, giving you crazy back shots as well. On the way home he fingered you will you drove, almost causing three accidents.
You knew how much Connie missed you, but you werenât prepared for how rough he was about to fuck your shit up.
You struggled to breathe as Connie was knocking the breath out of you with his hard thrusts. You ass bounced back in ripples after Connie shoved his hips deeper inside you.
âF-fuck. Why you keep running from me mama, hmm? I thought you missed meâ Connie whined and panted heavily in your ear, licking the side of your cheek.
âIâŠ.â You attempted to say but your sensitive cunt was getting absolutely wrecked.
âHmm, you missed me baby?â Your hand reached out infront of you, trying to get a grip on the ground.
You nodded your head in pleasure, biting your lip as Connie rolled his hips into you. âMmm iâm gonna c-cum again..â you whimpered into Connieâs bicep.
Your body tensed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Connie moaned in your ear. âFuckkk I needed this so bad mami. I havenât made you feel good in sooo long. Itâs all my fault baby im so sorryâ Connie rambled with his eyes rolled back, absolutely pussy drunk.
Connie could feel his sensitive cock pulsing.
âCum wimmeâ Connie mumbled into your ear. You could feel your legs go numb as they shook. Connie practically humped you, trying to get as deep as he could.
âF-fuckâ Connie cried out as you clenched around his length. His cum squirted deep inside you, followed by your cunt releasing your cum.
The living room was filled with your heavy breaths. You took the time to realize that you were still on the floor , right infront of the front door. Your clothes scattered on the floor, panties thrown over the couch.
Connie slide out of you with a whimper, watching cum slowly ooze out. It was such a filthy sight to see.
You jumped, feeling Connieâs hand slap your ass. You had so much you wanted to say to him. He was finally home.
But with the way your guts were rearranged, it was so hard to speak. Before you could process your recent orgasm, you felt Connie pick you up. Like instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist.
You squeezed your arms around his neck, so happy he was here. The silence was somewhat comfortable. You and Connie mentally agreeing to just live in this moment.
As Connie walked up the stairs, you felt his still hard cock slip into your dripping hole. You immediately clenched around him, causing Connie to pause on the middle of the steps.
You winced due to how sensitive you were. You could feel Connieâs hands on your thighs, slowing bouncing you up and down.
You let out a groan of frustration, he can still keep going?
âConstancee â You gasped out.
âYeah ma? It feels goodâ His lips glide over yours as he turns towards the rail, letting you lean on it.
His thrusts pick up, his cock hitting you right in your cervix.
âohh my gâŠâ you bite your lip, holding onto Connie.
âS-shittt. you feel so goodâ Connieâs eyes roll back as his tip kisses that one spot.
You can feel your stomach start to clench already, you eyes tearing up again from overstimulation.
âFuck daddy mm gonna cum againâ you moan out as you feel the knot snap. Connie continued thrusting until you squirted, squirting his cook out. Connie held onto you as you covered his stomach in your wetness. âDamnâ Connie mumbled to himself.
Your legs were shaking, completely loosing strength around Connieâs waist.
âI gotchu maâ Connie carried you to your bedroom. He took time to look around. You changed most of the decorations in the room, pictures of you and Connie all around the room. Connie laid you down on the bed before spreading your legs open and taking his place between them.
âYouâve came so much babyâ Connie laughs as he lightly circles his finger around your clit. You jumped at his touch. âPlease no more. I canât take anymore daddy. Just let me please youâ You reached your hand down to get his attention.
Connie interlocked his fingers with yours , shaking his head. âNo I left you. I havenât pleased you. I need to make up for it all. I need to make you feel so goodâ His soft hands ran up and down your thighs, softly kissing your inner thigh.
His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly. Your other hand reached down to push his head away but he only pushed your hand away.
He flicked his tongue on your clit, drowning in your wetness and moans.He rubbed two fingers up your slit before slowly pushing them in, curling them upwards.
âGo ahead and moan for me sweetie,â Connie fastened the pace of his fingers. âLet me know iâm making you feel goodâ
Your toes curled, body stilling for a moment. Connie slightly jumped at the sudden liquid that splashed against his face. Fuck he really had you so touch deprived. You were cumming faster than you ever had before.
Connie licked you once more before coming up to your face.
Connie sloppily kissed your sticky lips, his tongue sliding against yours.
âFuck in the shower?â
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reflection.
daryl dixon x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, pwp (porn without plot/plot what plot), rough sex, hair pulling, swearing, slight choking, praising, unprotected p-in-v, daddy kink, spanking, creampie
summary: daryl overhears you talking down on yourself in front a mirror and decides to teach you a lesson.
wc: 764
daryl grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your face upwards until your eyes lock onto the reflection of both of you in the mirror. your hair is all messy and disheveled, your makeup all smudged, and dizziness clouds your vision. your mind strains to grasp simple things, such as daryl's gruff voice near your ear, as he instructs: "now, say it." you instantly becomes flustered, unconsciously attempting to hide your face in embarrasement but being stopped by daryl wrapping his arm around your neck, keeping your head still and forcing you to stare at yourself in the mirror.
you open your mouth as if you aim to say something, but nothing comes out of it. the intense pleasure and pain from the relentless pouding of daryl's hips against your own is everything you're able to acknowledge right now, while you literally drool onto his arm. daryl can't hide a smirk, proud to be the one making you so obviously cock-drunk. even so, he insists, his voice a low whisper: "ya betta say it before i make ya regret disobeying me."
a shiver runs down your spine. then, you force your brain to think. you'd never forgive yourself if you disappointed him and you know damn well how you got yourself into this situation. early on today, daryl had overheard you talking down on yourself and your looks in front of this same mirror he's rearranging your guts right now, and he could never let something like that slide. you knew exactly what you had to say.
"-m pwetty..." you mumble, almost inaudible, your eyes threatening to close. you feel daryl lean in, his warm breath against your ear.
"nuh-uh. look at yerself, look how pretty ya look takin' ma cock. c'mon, sunshine, let daddy hear ya." he demands, leaving no room for backtalk. you shudder under his touch, not daring to defy him:
"i-i'm pretty..." you repeat a little more clearer this time, making sure to be staring at yourself in the mirror as you say it. your face gets all red and you trap your bottom lip between your teeth, the slight pressure of daryl's arm around your neck making your head even more empty.
"good fuckin' girl." he praises, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your head before fastening his thrusts, his hips stuttering a little. he finally lets go of your hair to land a harsh smack to your ass, making you gasp in surprise. he firmly grasps your ass, his fingernails digging into your skin as he starts kissing and licking your neck. he's getting extra touchy now, which always means that he's on the edge of cumming. he lands another sharp slap to your ass before moving his hand to grab your waist forcefully, extracting pathetic squeaky sounds from you.
his breathing becomes labored and heavy and he guides a hand to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles on it, aiming to initiate your own orgasm. he doesn't fail as you feel that familiar knot forming in your lower belly. your legs start to shake and you struggle to keep yourself on your feet. almost as the same time as your high hits you, daryl lets out a guttural moan before your tight velvety walls send him over the edge, making him shoot his load deep inside you. he stops his thrusting, now he sort of humps your insides while he releases spurt after spurt of thick cum inside your cunt.
you both stay in that position for a while, trying to catch your breaths. daryl chuckles a little, causing you to smile alongside him. he places a few kisses to your shoulders before removing his cock from you, leaving you with an empty sensation. he observes as his abundant cum oozes out of your hole, dripping down your legs. then, he lifts his head, eyeing your reflexion on the mirror and resting his chin on your shoulder:
"nobody ever has to right to talk down on ya, princess. not even yerself. so next time ya try to ignore how pretty ya actually are, ya betta be sure 'm not 'round to hear." despite his gruffy tone, you can't help but melt in his arms, his unconditional love almost palpable. you close your eyes for a moment, but you're able to feel his face contorting into a smile. "i love ya, sunshine."
a/n: this is my first time ever attempting to write anything longer than one paragraph lol (and it still came out so short) so lmk if this sucks ass. btw english is not my first language so there might be a little misspelling or weird phrasing here and there lol
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The Good Girl, Onyankopon.
You were the girl that had everything going for herself. On the deanâs list at your university, business and marketing degree doing wonders for you nail business. The soft girl who had little time to worry about partying and foolish games boys your age played. Until you made time for this one who caught your eyes, lowkey and laidback. Ony, the âthugâ with the tear drop tatt on your campus, everyone had an opinion about him. That he was either no good or dangerous, that you shouldnât ever be associated with the likes of him. You being you though, ended up getting know him for yourself. Learning that his gpa had been higher than yours, gifted in mathematics and truly a gentleman. Which lead to the uniâs good girl being bent over and pounded against the gaming chair in his dorm.
Fucking you just the way he found out you loved, leaving that soft girl out of the bedroom and in the uni streets. Your moans and whimpers seeping through the room and into the occupied hall, along with the stirring of your inner walls. In the time you two spent together Ony learned something about you too, that you liked that he was lil rough around the edges. âYou be taking this dick like a good girl.â thick dick molding itself into your walls, reaching deep into your spot with every firm stroke. âI love that shit.â big hands wrapped around your throat to keep you from running from the loving he gave you.
Every moan and whimper vibrates against his palm, as your eyes roll back. âY-yesss, slut me out papa.â strong hand colliding with the soft flesh of your ass, steadily bouncing off his pelvis. Those once firm thrust turn into long deep strokes, caressing your inner walls and leaving you whining out for more. âPlease d-donât stoppp!â taking every single inch like a champ, a white creamy ring oozing around his dick as his thrust grow sloppy. Low moans falling from onyâs mouth as he watches himself stroke through sticky mess the two of you created. âmânot ma, f-fuck! mâbout to be in this pussy all night..â
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Thereâs a dead rat on the doorstep.
Steveâs running late for school and his hair is limp and lifeless because his hair dryer shorted out the shitty circuit in their shitty shoebox of a trailer, and now thereâs a dead rat turning to sludge on his front porch. If you can call the rickety steps leading up to the flimsy front door a porch.
âJesus Christ,â he mutters â spares himself one brief moment of panic to remember the last time he started seeing dead rats around town, reminds himself that itâs over itâs over itâs over, that this is probably a housewarming gift from one of the stray cats in the park â then he shouts into the house, âMa, stay inside!â
âEverything okay over there?â
Their neighbor gives him a wary look as he shuts the door of his truck. Must have just gotten home from a night shift, by the looks of it; Steve can see the bags under his eyes from all the way over here.
âYes, Sir, all good. Just, uhâ got a little surprise on theâŠâ
Steve glances down at his feet, scrubs a hand through his limp hair. Thereâs a dark puddle spreading beneath the matted, mangled fur. Its neck is snapped in half.
Steveâs gonna hurl.
âAh,â is all he says as he approaches their yard, spots the gore oozing over the first rung of the stairs. âThatâll be Mistyâs doing. Sheâs harmless, really, just likes to leave treats.â
His eyes rake over Steveâs pale face, the white-knuckle grip on his backpack strap, and he gives Steve a pat on the shoulder. Warm, reassuring; smelling faintly of sweat and menthol. âListen, kid,â he says, nodding at his own trailer, âdo me a favor and make sure my nephew gets his ass to school, would you? Iâll take care of this for you.â
Great, Steve thinks. More babysitting.
Whatever. Whatâs one more little shithead to wrangle? Beats getting blood under his fingernails. His stomach rolls at the thought. âSure thing, MrâŠ?â
âMunson. But you can call me Wayne.â
âSure thing, Wayne.â
He rushes down the steps, grateful to put distance between himself and the fresh horror thatâs gonna live behind his eyelids for the next month, and he doesnât even register the name until itâs already too late. The neighborâs door bursts open before Steve can even get a proper knock going, and oh. God.
âWhat the fuck?â
Steveâs standing chest to chest with Eddie âThe Freakâ Munson, and the freak looks pissed about it.
âŠWell, shit.
part 2
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a view of you
sanjixfem!reader (nsfw!)
week 3 of small kinktober!
>it's your anniversary! sanji wants to try something new with you this evening - if you're willing.
cw: shibari/rope play, endless praise, mirror sex, f on top, piv sex, softdom!sanji, FRENCH used an: i just think he's so cute. ik he'd treat us all so right đ wc: 2.21
âDo you trust me, mon amour?â Sanji whispers, pulling you further onto his lap. His cadence is smoothâa soft rumble that vibrates reassurance into your ear. He thumbs at the length of a silken rope in one slender hand while the other trails its fingers along the inside of your thigh.Â
Nestled snugly into his arms, youâre seated atop a few pillows with a floor-length mirror angled with you at center stage. Your clothes have been far discarded, leaving the sleeves of his unbuttoned dress shirt to run up and down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making you shiver against his warm chest in anticipation.
Of course you trust him. You trust him far more than you think he knows.
Sanjiâs soft smile catches in the mirror, and despite your compromising position, you reflect it with a soft nod.Â
âWith my life.â
Sanji's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in the sight of you in the mirror - your hair mussed, cheeks flushed, and body trembling with anticipation in his arms. He leans in, kissing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "That's my brave girl. I've got you, always."
"Watch," he murmurs and gestures toward the mirror. One hand slides down to grasp your hip, thumb stroking circles into the sensitive skin there. The other reaches for the silken rope, unraveling it with deft fingers. âI want you to see how much I adore you.â
He ties you up gently, creating intricate cross patterns that weave down your chest and around your waist, binding your wrists securely behind your back. With each loop and knot, Sanji's touch is reverent, almost worshipful.Â
He takes his time, caressing and admiring every inch of exposed skin from your waist up before securing it with the ropes. The bindings accentuate your curves, painting and framing your body like an erotic work of art that could bring a tear to the eye of any master.
"Magnifique," he breathes, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "You are a vision, ma chĂ©rie. A goddess made flesh. How could I be so lucky?â
You feel your cheeks flushâeven now, with you bound and vulnerable in his arms, he still manages to effortlessly conjure up a warmth in your chest. His actions prepare to ooze their loveâas true and loving and tender as they can beâinto you as he leans his head down, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck with a satisfied hum of approval.Â
Sanji sighs blissfully as he inhales, your sweet aroma alone is enough to make his head spin with want, adding the perfectly wrapped gift that is you waiting so patiently on his lap and on any other night his insatiable love for you would have ended this far too early.
Tonight thoughâtonight he wants to celebrate your love by taking his time. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck to pepper your skin in kisses. âYou taste so sweet, ma chĂ©rie,â he murmurs, allowing his fingers to roam down the valley between your breasts in a sinfully slow tease, âDĂ©licieuse.â
A sigh finds its way from your throat when his tongue darts out to lick directly up the center at nape of your neck, followed by another burst of shivers electrifyingly shaking itâs way right to the apex of your thighs when his course diverts to ghost over the sensitive peak of one of your nipples. You watch Sanji's touch in the mirror's reflection. His thumb and index finger roll the hardened bud just enough to make you gasp sharply, your body arching into his touch. âSanjiâŠâ you whine as you try to instinctively raise your hand to his cheekâthe urge to kiss him overwhelming you. Tilting your head toward him, you attempt to garner his attention away from his mouthâs assault on your neck.
Deft fingers continue their ministrations between your thighs as he speaks. "I love watching you like thisâgetting to see all the cute little faces you make for me.â His thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing tight circles that send jolts of pleasure through your body. "And now you get to see them too. So please, mon amour, tell meâdoes it feel good, having me touch you like this?"
"Please, Sanji," you whimper, your body trembling with desire as your hips buck against his hand. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving with each ragged inhale. "It feels so good. I need more."
His fingers slide down, gathering your slick arousal before pushing two digits inside your tight heat. He pumps slowly, curling them within you and against your sopping walls. "That's it, relax for me," he encourages, his other hand moving to squeeze and knead your breast as his thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit.
The hand now free from holding you open finds its way back up your chest, tracing each labyrinthine knot and dip into your flesh that the rope accentuates.Â
Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the sensations. His fingers move in and out at a steady pace, curling just right to make your toes curl and your thighs tremble. You can feel the pressure building, your body tensing as you near the edge.
"You're so close, aren't you?" he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers. Cum for me, mon amour. Let's see you fall apart."
You repeat his name like a mantra, a holy word that falls from your lips as you let go completely. Trembling, you arch into him, and the coil that had been building inside you snaps. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, crashing through you with such intensity that leaves your legs twitching, your fists clenching, and your vision hazy.
As you come undone in his arms, Sanji holds you close, murmuring words of praise and adoration into your ear. He continues to stroke you through the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and pliant against his chest.
Sanji pulls you gently into his embrace, showering your forehead and cheeks with soft, lingering kisses. "Youâre so breathtaking when you let yourself get lost in the moment for me," he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "I could watch you shine like this all day long."
He gently eases you back onto the pillows, his hands roaming over your body in a tender caress. "How do you feel?" he asks, his voice low and husky with desire.
"Amazing," you breathe, tilting your gaze to his in the mirror, your eyes sparkling. "It felt so good... I didnât want it to end." You giggle softly, searching his gaze, hoping he understands just how much he means to you.
Sanji's smile is warm and tender, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration as he gazes down at you. "I'm truly glad, mon amour. You deserve nothing less than to feel extraordinary." He leans in, enveloping your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you utterly breathless.
"Now," he says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "Could you do me a favor and raise your hips a bit for me?"
You oblige him, and with his help, you raise upward just enough for Sanji to wriggle his aching cock free from the barrier that is his boxers. Sanji's cock springs free, hard and throbbing, already glistening with precum at the tip. He wraps a hand around the base, giving himself a few slow strokes as he takes in the sight of you above him, bound and wanton and just begging to be filled.Â
"Mon chou, I want you to watch." Sanji coos, pointing a long finger toward the mirror. "Watch how you take me."
A soft blush colors your cheeks as you watch, transfixed, as Sanji positions himself at your entrance. He teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down your slit and coating himself in your arousal.
"Ready for me, ma chĂ©rie?" he asks, his voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. Before you can even form a response, he begins to push into youâeasing you back down onto down onto his needy, twitching length.
You gasp as he fills you inch by inch, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He goes slow, savoring every inch as he sinks into you. Once he bottoms out, he pauses to let you adjust. Sanji groans at your tightness. "You feel incredible," he breathes, gripping your hips. "So perfect around me."
He starts to move then, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. His thrusts are deep and steady, each one easily hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He picks up the pace gradually, his hips snapping forward faster and harder with each passing second.
Sanji's hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusts up into you. His hips snap forward faster and harder, the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You take me so well," he groans, his eyes locked on your reflection in the mirror. "So perfect and tight."
He adores listening to you sing, each sweet note from your lips harmonizing with the tempo of his cock plunging against you. Sanji grunts, the sound raw and animalistic as he continues to drive into you. His fingers bite into your plush hips, a primal claim on your body. "Sing for me, mon amour," he growls, his thrusts growing increasingly frenzied. "I need to hear you
Sanji's thrusts become more erratic as he loses himself in the exquisite sensation of your tight, velvety walls engulfing him. He leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing, passionate kiss as his hips piston into you with wild abandon.Â
Large hands squeeze your inner thighs, holding you open for even deeper strokes. "You're mine," he growls possessively against your lips, his grip on your hips tightening. "Please, my love. Tell me who you belong to."
"You, Sanji," you gasp out between ragged breaths, your body quivering with ecstasy. "I'm yours. Only yours!"
Your declaration ignites a fire within him, and he redoubles his efforts, slamming into you with all the fervor and adoration he feels. "Yes," he growls, his voice rough with barely restrained need. "You're mine, and I'm yours. My heart, my soul, my everything."
Sanjiâs pants grow increasingly frantic as he nears his peak, his hips snapping upward with wild, unrestrained passion . His gaze is locked onto your reflection in the mirror, eyes brimming with pure, unbridled love as he takes in the sight of your body bouncing on his cock ."I love you," he breathes, his voice trembling with fervor. "I cherish every inch of you, my darling."
With a final, powerful thrust, Sanji spills himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his seed. He holds you close, his body trembling with the force of his release. "So goodâŠ," he hisses, his words are soft and filled with tender affection.
Sanji holds you close as he comes down from his high, his body still trembling with the force of his release. He presses soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks, murmuring words of love and adoration into your ear.
"You are incredible," he murmurs, a warm intensity in his tone. "You truly shine."
"No, thats you," you reply, meeting his gaze with a soft, tender smile. "I love you more than words can say, mon minou."
Sanji's heart swells, nearly bursting, as you speak in his mother tongue. "I adore you too, my sweet," he murmurs, his voice laced with playful affection. He leans down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before capturing your lips in a soft kiss that leaves you breathless, enveloping you in a moment that feels both sweet and electric.
With a promise of a warm bath to be freshly drawn for the two of you and two final glasses of wine to toast, Sanji gently unbinds the rope from your body. You notice the concern when his gaze falls over the indents of the wrappings that remain etched upon your skin. âThey donât hurt, Sanji.â You quickly reassure him.
One step into a luxurious, steaming bath made for two later, you breathe in the warm, vanilla-scented steam that fills the air with the soothing scents of lavender and vanilla. As you sink into the soothing, fragrant water, he pours two glasses of rich, full-bodied red wine, handing one to you with a tender smile.
"To us," he toasts, clinking his glass against yours. "May our love continue to grow stronger with each passing day."
You lean back against his chest, feeling utterly content and cherished in his embrace. "To us," you echo softly, taking a sip of the deep, velvety wine. The warm water envelops you both, and you can't help but sigh with happiness. Sanji's strong arms wrap around you, holding you close as you relax into his touch.Â
"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," he speaks softly, a warm smile on his lips. "I love you more than anything in this world."
#one piece x reader#sanji x reader#vinsmoke sanji x reader#black leg sanji x reader#one piece smut#sanji smut#x reader
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JUST FOR PRACTICE â
â€ïžïž pairing: Miles (e!42) Ă fem!reader
â€ïžïž genre: fluff (slight angst?)
â€ïžïž cw: cussing, nail biting, Miles (e!42) is named Myles (creative Ik), Miles (e!42) teases reader a lil bit <3
â€ïžïž summary: Spider-Man!Miles and Prowler!Miles as Twins where you have a crush on Miles (e!1610) and Miles (e!42) suggests you make out with him for practice.
â€ïžïž w/c: 1.6k
â€ïžïž a/n: I was reading miles morales x reader fics then I thought of this and went âIt would be so cool if someone wrote itâ. Then I did, cause Iâm a bitch who gets shit done. đ
PART TWO EXTRA
You and Miles have been inseparable since yâall were born. You two seemed to be tied together like a knot. You could always fondly go back and look through memories of him holding your hand while leading you through forests, him sharing his PB&Jâs with you during lunch time, and him protecting you numerous times from bullies as the years went by. He was always there for you.
So much that youâve fallen head over heels for him.
Yet you were too scared to ruin the deep friendship you two have. Too terrified of the chance that everything you two had going to waste because of your feelings, so you kept to yourself.
Which leads you to the present day, you sit on Milesâ bed as he takes a shower before you start the study session you both had planned.
Nervously, you fidget with your fingers, eagerly awaiting his return. The truth is, you don't need these study sessions. As an all-A student, you grasp the subjects effortlessly. However, you seize any opportunity to spend time with Miles.
Your mind wonders as curious eyes scan his room and land on his sketchbook. Your instinctively get up and reach for it, not caring for the overstep of privacy because câmon, you knew this guy before you knew how to walk.
Excitement courses through you as you eagerly flip through the pages, revealing beautiful sketches of family, sunflowers, among other things. However, as you reach the more recent pages, your heart starts to sink.
Gwanda, Miles' so-called friend who conveniently always seems to be "out of town," yet he never ceases to endlessly complement her and fills his sketchbook to the brim with pages of her. What's so extraordinary about her? You've known Miles since you both were starting to crawl, while she has only been in his life for a few months, and suddenly she's this incredible person?
With a heavy sigh, you set your sketchbook down, feeling your vision blur as you make your way back to sit on Miles' bed. Tears well up quickly as you bury your face in your hands, sobbing silently. Unfortunately, the sound of approaching footsteps awakens your senses. You hastily wipe your eyes with your sleeve, although it's already too late.
"Oh great, looks like la llorona (crybaby) is sobbing once more. What's the matter, ma?" Miles strolls in, his voice oozing with condescension. He leans against the doorway, owning a smug expression. You can't help but roll your eyes and let out an exasperated groan at the mere sight of him.
Myles Morales. The worst person youâve ever met. Youâve always wondered how him and Miles are even related. Ever since you were little heâs been a stick up your ass. You would always go back and flinch through memories of him pulling your hair as you scream and cry, him destroying all of your brand new dolls because they âneeded a makeover â , and him notoriously bullying you numerous times mercilessly as the years went by. He was always there, annoying you.
You cross you arms and let out a exasperated huff as you turn away from him. âDonât you have someone else to annoy Morales? Iâm not in the mood.â Myles chuckles at your childish behavior and struts into the room to sit beside you.
He inspects your face, frowning at your red eyes and stuffy nose. âIâm serious, mami. Those pretty tears only look good on your face if Iâm causing âem.â Myles softly grabs your chin and moves your face towards his. He raised his fingers to softly wipe your tears as you look deeply into his eyes.
Your heart quickens yet instead you release the insult bubbling in your throat. "Thanks for your oh-so-worrisome concern, Morales," you retort, venom lacing your words. He smirks in response. âAnytime, princesa (princess). Iâm serious though, you cryinâ cause of my brother again?â You nod slowly looking away from his pitying gaze.
You bite your nails as your eyes look around the room once more landing on Miles sketchbook. Pain flickers in your eyes, catching Myles' attention.
The realization settles in Myles which is showcased by his new scowl on his face. âAh I see, Its cause of that lilâ white chick, right?â Your eyes widen at how Myles was able to guess it correctly, you nod again slowly and try to concentrate on breathing before you continue wailing. âI just donât understand, whatâs so special about her? Was I ever even special to him if I could be replaced so easily?â You clench your fists, digging your nails into the fabric of your jeans, scrunching them up as your lip quivers.
Myles sucks his teeth in annoyance, followed by a deep sigh that catches your attention. âWhy donât you just tell him this, ma? Bet thatâll make him realize whatâs in front of him.â You quickly shake your head, rejecting the idea. "I can't. It's not that simple. If I confess how I truly feel, what if it ruins everything? I can't risk that," you explain anxiously. Myles rolls his eyes at your dramatic response.
"There's no way it would go down like that, but let's entertain your idea. Are you saying all it would take is courage for you to confess to him?" he asks, testing the waters. Thereâs a different look in Myles eyes, theyâre filled with mischief as he slowly scoots towards you.
âWell, yeah, I guess? Why?" You answer your voice layered with curiosity at Myles newfound demeanor. You tilt your head in confusion, What was he planning?
A gasp escapes your lips as Myles firmly grabs you waist tightly. His big hands pull you against him harshly. Instantly his lips lock with yours, showcasing deep desire as his kisses you. Your eyes widen momentarily before you surrender, closing them gently and placing a hand on his chest.
You wrap your arms around Myles' neck, deepening the kiss, your tongues intertwining desperately. He tastes so sweet, like slightly burnt caramel. Your body molds into his, feeling the hard contours of his muscled yet lean chest beneath your palm as you press into him.
You let out a soft whine against his lips, the sound echoing with a mix of pleasure and longing. Your breaths become heavy, synchronized with the intensity of the moment. Your mind becomes fuzzy, confused how you got to this point.
"There's no way it would go down like that, but let's entertain your idea. Are you saying all it would take is courage for you to confess to him?"
âWell, yeah, I guess? Why?"
âWhy not just practice the having the real thing wit me?â Myles watched you scoff at the idea and laughs softly.
âIâm serious, ma. Câmon, just for practice, itâll only be fo a lil bit. Just imagine Iâm himâ Myles brings his face closer to yours making your noses brush against each other.
âItâll only be for a sec right?â, you question Myles nods, sensing heâs winning you over. âPromise, mi alma (my soul)â
You nod your head, and that gave him everything he needed.
Now you have your arms wrapped around Miles neck, playing with his braids as he layers kisses across your collarbone, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. Myles tugs at your shirt rising it up to lay his hand against your waist skin to skin. The heat from his hand placed on your waist shoots heat throughout your body.
You begin to sway, your strength ebbing away as your mind becomes blissfully hazy. Myles, ever attentive, keeps you steady, his hand resting firmly on your back while the other remains securely on your waist. He rises slightly, locking eyes with you, a playful chuckle escaping his lips as he delights in your slightly intoxicated-like state.
âCâmon, mi vida, you canât be tired yet. I just got you.â he playfully teases, causing your face to twist with confusion. You lean your head into his shoulder leaving kisses along his neck.
Myles takes up your hand and interlocks it with his fingers. He tilts your face up to him. You look into his eyes and see something there, you just canât tell what. He places kisses laced with adoration across your face, feeling like lighting sparks erupting across your skin.
âMami, I havenât always been the nicest to you, I admit that, but I also wanna admit that I-â
Right on cue, you once again hear the steps of someone walking towards the room. It must be Miles finishing his shower.
Your suddenly feel a wash of consciousness rush through your senses as you try to shuffle and fix your wrinkled clothing and correct your shriveled hair. Myles watches you and smirks at your attempt to clean up.
Miles soon steps into the room wearing a fresh set of clothes, âSorry it took me so long, I got way into my shower playlist haha. You ready to sta-â He eyes land on you and Myles, you watch as his face turns to confusion.
âImma take that as my sign to leaveâ Myles gets up and heads to the doorway and starts to head out, before he turns his neck around to say one more thing. âIâll see you around, ma. Let me know if you ever need more practice aight?â
EXTRA: You hurriedly shuffle to your backpack to go get your notebooks and supplies you usually use for your study sessions. As you do that Miles canât help but watch as his brother slowly struts out the room pride written all over his face. Miles swore that as his twin left the room his could see a lipstick stain adorning Mylesâ neck.
ENDING A/N: Thank you for reading this- Ion know if imma keep writing I just felt like making this at 2 am lol. Also please lmk if this is fast paced or not, that was on my mind while writing this whole thing. đ Love yaâll babes <3
TAGS:
#anikaâ€ïžïžwrites#miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales Ă reader#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#miles morales spider man#prowler miles#earth 42 miles x reader#atsv miles#atsv#earth 42 miles morales x black!reader#earth 42 miles x you#earth 42 miles fluff
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Your Boyfriend is a Bitch Headcanon -Mayans Version
Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and saying that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.
Taglist: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @kikijackson-blog @im-just-a-mississippi-girl
A hint of mischief is in Coco's eyes as he turns to you after knocking the guy out who had went from telling you how beautiful you were to telling Coco he was a bitch and he could steal you away if he really wanted to.. "My bad ma" he states with a smile. You had been begging for a normal date night away from the clubhouse and brothers. As much as you loved them and the club sometimes it was nice to have a quiet dinner at a nice restaurant outside of town. You couldn't help the smile and laugh as you shook your head as you reached for his hand quickly moving to your car. "I can't take you anywhere. Always getting me in trouble" he continued as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Oh, really? You think you have a chance of taking me?" inquired Angel his voice casual as he turned to the younger guy who had sat down at your table. The guy had been chatting you up since you had stepped into the packed clubhouse looking for your man. Not taking a single word you had said to heart as you told him to back off and that your boyfriend was not one to play with. You watched as the mans eyes widened as he took in Angel and his eyes flickered over the patches. Angel was an imposing man sitting down but when he stood up the guy took off. "Thought I was the bitch?" laughed Angel as he sat back down looking at you.
Short king Bishop oozes big dick, don't fuck with me energy. Which is why you are stunned into silence as well as Gilly and Angel at what the new prospect has just said to him. The air is tense as Bishop contemplates the young man who had just dared to say he could fuck you better than him. "I assume you only said this because you think my beautiful goddess of a wife is a club girl correct? " asked Bishop as he gently taps your hip. Once you have stood up off his lap he stands up and walks to the new prospect who has decided now to shut his mouth. "I'll help you out son. There is no correct answer" states Bishop as he grabs the guys arm and leads him out the door.
Manny is all slow blinks and tight smiles as he listens to the man next to him at the bar describe all the ways he would do you as they wait for EZ to get them beers. "Said she has a boyfriend, dumb bitch doesn't know what she's missing out on. He's obviously a winner since he left her alone." states the man as he nudges Manny who chuckles darkly. "Yeah, the mother of my four beautiful girls over there sure is missing out" he states before punching the guy in the face. "Also im her husband not her boyfriend" states Manny before making his way to you. "This is why I don't bring you out ma. Always got me acting up" joked Manny as he pulled you too him for a kiss.
Guero is all angry forehead press and fists the minute the guy grabs your arm to turn you too him. The two of you had been taking a break from dancing and wee making out in the back of the packed clubhouse. You had mentioned to Guero earlier that the guy had been hitting on you and said he could take your boyfriend in a fight when you mentioned you were not single. Guero had wanted to put his fist through the guys face then but you had been so amused he had pushed the idea down so that he could keep that smile on your face. Now though it was on. No one touched what was his.
The moment your sweet Teddy Bear said excuse me and stood up you knew the guy was done for. It never ceased to amaze you how many people thought it was fun to poke the grizzly bear of a man that was Gilly. You smiled as he blew you and your daughter who was cooing away in your arms kisses before grabbing the back of the guys neck and walking him out of the clubhouse. "Still getting guys in trouble, four days after giving birth" chuckled Coco, making you laugh, as he stood up. "I'll make sure he doesn't kill the kid"
Creeper is silent as he watches you and the guy go back and forth. You have just as much blood on your hands as he does, he knows you can handle yourself. He won't hesitate to step in though if you want him too. He patiently waits for your cue as he sips his beer, chuckling when the guy says he can do you better and asks what position you like. "Do you like having your ass fucked?" you inquire as you tap Creepers arm. "As her bitch of a boyfriend I like to watch her fuck guys in the ass" he states as he looks the guy up and down.
"Who's the bitch now?" growled Bottles as he stood over the guy he had just punched in the jaw much to the shock of everyone. The guy had been following you like a scenthound, not taking your rejection of an offer to dance or to sneak off to a more private area. Even when you stated your boyfriend was a Mayan he was undeterred, going so far as to push you into a wall saying your boyfriend must be a bitch if he wasn't with you. Pushing Guero out of the way as he congratulated Bottles you pulled him to you demanding he take you home to bed now.
EZ is willing to let the guy slide. He's drunk and clearly overcome by your beauty. Who wouldn't be? He could not blame the guy for coming over and hitting on you. He probably figured you two were just friends sitting here having a drink and a chat. Its an easy mistake if you are new like he was. The two of you shared a look and small chuckle when the guy said your boyfriend was probably a bitch. He was going to let hat slide too but when the guy angrily slapped your beer out of your hand.....letting anything slide was out the door.
#Spotify#ravennasmasterlist#mayans imagines#mayans mc#bottles mayans mc#guero mayans#mayans x reader#manny mayans#angel reyes#bishop losa#gilly lopez#creeper vargas#coco cruz#ez reyes#mayans headcanons#mayans imagine#mayans mc fanfiction#mayans mc imagines
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We Donât Have No Babies!
Synopsis. Well, itâs a bit difficult to have no babies when theyâre well and fully intent on fĂșcking one into you.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, brĂ©eding, mentions of kids, mĂĄting press, pĂșssydrunk boys, manhandling, marking, spitting, degradation, praise, cĂșmplay, the elders ugh (Gojoâs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.9k
A/N. WHEWW take this as an apology gift for missing yesterdayâs post date, I overslept eheheh.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Whatâs another?
âDonât hah- pass out on me yet, doll.â Toji hisses. Spreading your swollen folds further apart with his fingers, already stretched so obscenely around his swollen cock, and only trying to squeeze deeper. âWhat was it that brat said again?â
And you can only let out a broken whine in response - too high off the stretch and the utterly sinful pool of his cum spreading on the sheets below. Itâs been like this for hours now, both of you barely lucid at this point. But you canât bring yourself to be disgusted, not even a little bit.Â
Because Tojiâs throwing your legs over his shoulders, pressing down, down, down, till your knees were at your tits. Folded in half, and stuffed full beneath him. God, you werenât going to make it out alive.Â
âOh, riiight.â he drags out, voice strained. Deceivingly innocent had it not been for that devilish grin. âHe called you âmamaâ.â
And there it was - Megumiâs tiny, seemingly mindless slip-up that got you into this mess in the first place. One that had poked some raw, primal part of Toji so dangerously awake.
The one that had Toji splitting you in half with his aching cock, hips pressing so hard against yours that it almost hurts. Fucking into you in slow, languid motions of his hips, while he drinks in your sobbed out little, âAh- Hngh- Toji, sâtoo much I-âÂ
Lazily, he thumbs open your folds even more, watching in awe at the way his seed dribbles and oozes down your thighs, seeping into the mattress. It takes him a while to form the words, too hazy from how warm and sloppy you were inside.Â
âToo much?â he drawls, with the audacity to sound genuinely taken aback. âI donât think itâs enough, ma.â
Itâs the only warning you get - barely - before he laces his fingers on top of your head to take him deeper, snapping his hips harder. Sloppier. Sensitive cock stinging with sensitivity, balls squeezing painfully. It hurt, but it hurt so good. And Toji wasnât even sure if he could cum again. But he was milking his cock on your pussy like he was gonna fill you up until he physically couldnât anymore.
âB-but mâso full.â you babble, mouth dropping into a fucked-out little oh! as you look down at the way you were swallowing him up so well. âDunno if I canât hngh- t-take anymore.âÂ
Oh shit, had he said that out loud? Ah, who gives a fuck. Because Toji was chuckling in surprise, stuck on the way you could still form coherent sentences - he had to fix that, of course.Â
âShhh. Donâ worry about it. Jusâ need to fill you up- ah, fuck a baby into ya, ma.â he gently kisses away those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. âAll you gotta do is sit there all pretty nâ take- it-âÂ
Hand snaking down to toy with your swollen clit - frenzied, barely-circular motions just to get you off. Because shit he canât just stuff you full of his cock without getting the mother of his future kids off, right? And he let you know, of course. Maybe he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - probably it was just promises of how he was gonna fill your pretty lilâ cunt till morning comes and Megumi was gonna be the best big brother and-
â-mâgonna make âem breakfast. And youâll dress âem up. Weâll read oh- them bedtime stories and-â heâs babbling so pathetically into the crook of your neck now. â-anâ tuck âem into bed- Oh, fuck fuck fuck.â Drunk off your pussy and the heavenly feeling of his heavy balls squeezing so dangerously, letting his hips go out of control now. âAnd then- hngh, and then-â
âT-then what?â you let out such cute sobs into his open mouth, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he ravages you.
âYa really wanna know, ma?â
Somehow, his words have you squeezing around him so good. Enough that itâs almost difficult to move inside you. Enough that Toji doesnât even realize that heâs cumming and cumming so hard that youâre bloated with his seed. Squelching out of your quivering pussy and soaking his cock as he doesnât even think of stopping even as you keen at your poor overfilled pussy, teeth latching onto your earlobe as he holds you still for him.Â
âAnd thenâŠâ Tojiâs hot breath fans your face, voice guttural and sounding like he was losing a little bit of his sanity with each thrust. Hips moving again and again to fuck his cum deeper into you. âAnd then mâgonna fuck another one into you.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Lonely? No problem!
âAww, mâsorry. Did I make you feel lonely, my love?â Kissing your lips softly, running his hands all over the pretty lilâ lace covering your body - just barely, of course. âDid I leave my pretty lilâ wife all alone in this big house?âÂ
You give him a pouty little nod, and oh does that do something to Nanamiâs heart - and his achingly hard cock. And he canât help but pull the drenched fabric of your panties further to the side, greedily honing in on the way you glisten and clench around him.Â
âWell, we should fix that, right? So that my pretty baby is never alone in here.â
You would be reassured by his answer - had it not been for the way Nanami doesnât even wait for your reply. Instead, looking straight into your eyes while he pushes his thick cock deeper inside you. Not even fucking preparing you as he usually would.
âOh! Oh, mm fuck-â And itâs all you can do to buck into his touch and just fucking take it while he grunts at the slight resistance. For once in his life more concerned about trying to fuck desperately into your dripping cunt than whether or not your poor pussy would hurt herself trying to take him.Â
That merciful, practical little part of his brain going slow to let you adjust to his massive cock - because, well, he couldnât break the mother of his future children. Now, could he?
But oh how youâd beg to differ with the way Nanami fucks into you in languid , shallow grinds of his hips. No matter how many times Nanami stuffed you full of his cock - his size never failed to disappoint. Stretching you out, fingers swiping at your clit, expertly grazing against all the right spots he knew so maddeningly well.Â
âTwo or three?â
It takes you a second to register that heâs waiting for your answer - too delirious with the way your husbandâs splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock. Leaving neat crescents of his nails on your hips as he holds your slutty pussy still.Â
âW-what?â
âTwo or three?â Nanami gives your pulsing clit a little smack! as if to get your attention, hips stuttering ever-so-slightly at the way you squeeze his thick cock in surprise. âHow many babies am I fuckinâ into you, my love?âÂ
Oh. Oh, shit. You werenât making it out alive.
But were you really complaining? No.
Swallowing thickly, âAh! Fuck, Kento- wanâ two.â
And maybe youâre a mastermind, maybe youâre an idiot. Because nowhere is the gentleman that you married, Nanamiâs spitting on your quivering cunt once. Twice. Watching like a predator stalking his prey at the way it misses - purposefully, splattering against your inner thigh.
Smearing it all over your pussy and your panties - which he was too impatient, too starved - to remove. Messy.Â
Itâs all Nanami needed to do before heâs bottoming out completely. Pressing his forehead against yours in such a sweet motion, even though his hips were so mean. Drinking in your delirious whines as his heavy balls smack your ass. Over and over-
The duality making your head spin as he fucks his cute lilâ wife dumb, part of his sanity dancing away with his restraint every time your slutty hole sucks him up so deliciously.Â
âShit. More?â he grunts, sounding absolutely wrecked. Moaning at the way you tug at his hair, legs wrapping around his toned waist as if to urge him to go faster. Deeper. Begging. Begging him to ruin you. More more more-Â
And, of course, what his girl wants - she gets. Because Nanamiâs dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds, all the way out till heâs collecting your sweet juices on his head. âBetter take it like my good wife then.â
Then heâs pushing and pushing inside your tight pussy, but not like he was before. Jagged, desperate grinds of his hip - no adoration, no warmth. Just fucking you like his little slut, high off the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldnât walk. Till you were so full of him that heâs all you could think of. âWeâll have such beautiful babies, my love.âÂ
âShit shit shit, Kento- yer gonna ruin me-â youâre whining, body torn between arching into Nanamiâs unforgiving cock and running away.Â
As if you ever had a chance - he was holding you so bruisingly by the hips, gasping into your mouth. âShhh, thatâs the point.â Fucking you so filthy, each word punctuated by his out-of-control hips, so harsh and unfocused with lust that those tufts of blond at his base scratch your sensitive nub. And the feeling is so fucking obscene that you barely hear the words that follow. âYou jusâ focus on taking care of my babies, nâ mâgonna be the one to ruin this pretty cunt- The one to fill you up- fuck. â
Nanami throws his head back as you squeeze the soul out of his throbbing cock, so pent-up and needy that youâre creaming all over his cock already. And of course, Nanami isnât any better - because with a strangled groan of your name, heâs cumming. Hard. almost painfully so.Â
âNâ youâll never be lonely, cuz everyoneâs gonna see you and see me. I did that.âÂ
Jolts of electricity going all the way from his heavy balls to the thick, hot ropes of cumming filling your dripping pussy. Painting it all a desperate, desperate white.
And shit was Nanami an entirely different man tonight. Pulling out ever-so-slightly, only to admire his seed gushing out of you - so lewd and his.Â
âYâknow what, my love, I donât think two will be enough after all.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Pretty (and his)
âAwww, pretty baby.â Geto purrs, in such a dangerously low voice, smacking his tip - so red, and angry - all across your swollen folds. He bites his lip at the way his cum spills down your legs, pooling onto the hardwood floor with a deafening tap! tap! tap! âYâwant it so badly, huh?â
âShit- hngh- please!â
You donât know what youâre begging for - maybe release. Maybe mercy. Maybe to be anywhere but here - shoved against the wall right beside the front door, dress hiked up, almost your way to go clubbing with your friends before your beloved boyfriend had caught you. And stuffed you full of his cum, at least.
Whatever it is, Geto only gets messier, teasing your sloppy hole by slamming in - just barely grazing that one spot. And pulling out completely, watching you clench and glisten in the dim lighting. In. And out. In and out in and-
âSugu!â you squeal, tired of the way he was having way too much making such a mess of your pussy. Swiping at your slick, and shoving his seed back into you - smirking at the obscene mess.Â
âMhm?â he nods absent-mindedly. Eyes flitting between your ravaged pussy and that absolutely adorable pout on your lips. Chuckling, âWhat~? If I cum in this cute pussy one more time, youâre sure to get pregnant, yâknow.âÂ
Scoffing, âShoulda thought of that when you came inside me the first time.â
Geto rolls his thumb over your sore clit - just as a little punishment - breath hot against your ear as he whispers raggedly. âAnd are you complaining, gorgeous?â
âN-noâŠâÂ
âThen?â
Heâs licking little circles at the crook of your neck now, in time with the maddening, frenzied patterns on your cunt. Enough friction to keep those pretty lilâ whines spilling from your swollen lips, but still teasing you just enough to have you bucking and keening onto his aching cock for more more more-
âPlease! I jusâ want your cock, Sugu-â
All it takes is your broken little whimper, and itâs like something snapped - because Getoâs plunging into your plushy walls completely. Finally giving you an ounce of that friction youâve been craving for so long. Only half the man he was once before while fucks into you deliriously.Â
âF-fuck. Love it when youâre so messy fâme.â heâs hissing lowly, as if you could be anything but messy. As if heâs not pulling you back by the hair to bounce you like some slut, hips snapping mercilessly. As if he isnât absolutely ruining you.
And maybe if you were in any better state of mind youâd have said something about the pure disrespect in his cock. Fucking you nothing like the sweet sweet whispers he was muttering in your ear, ragged and hoarse with desire.
âGonna fill you up, huh? Give me some cute lilâ babies?â he groans,nibbling on your earlobe, fingers pressing down around your throat so the only response he gets are wet gurgles. Ones that go straight to his twitching balls, as Geto keeps running his mouth pussydrunk. âThey better have your personality, donâ wanna share my pretty girl. Isnât that right?â
So mean. Just babbling like you rarely get to see him - usually the ever-graceful Geto Suguru. Now, drunk on your tight pussy and the image of you with a little baby with black hair and him - there for it all. His perfect little family.Â
âGonna be the perfect momma, huh?âÂ
Geto only gets a broken little whimper in response - one that almost makes him want to go easy on you. Almost, instead, he settles for breathing out a ragged, âFuck fuck fuck, yeah, gorgeous. Squeeze me sâtight like that - jusâ like that jusâ like that-âÂ
Trailing such a delicate finger up your legs, Geto pools that sinful mixture of your slick and his cum on his fingertips - before shoving them unforgivingly in your mouth. The slightly salty taste was so addictive on your tongue - and, hell, you arenât even mad that youâre running late to meet your friends.
Smirking as you gag and mewl around him, he only gets sloppier. Faster. Licking a long, languid stripe up your neck, just knowing that heâs gonna cum inside your cute pussy harder than he has his whole life. Have your poor pussy bloated with him him him- âNow, yer gonna go to that lilâ party of yours jusâ like this. And everyoneâs gonna know who you belong to.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Canât help himself
âN-no, swear-â Choso lets out a broken little whimper into the crook of your neck. Feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up mindlessly over and over to where you were splayed out so prettily on top of him. So messy and dripping all over his glistening cock. âGonna ngh- be the last one- I s-swear.â
Youâve heard this broken little mantra before - and you knew it wouldnât end well for your poor pussy. Especially not with Choso bullying his weeping cock back into your snug cunt. âBut, Cho!â you gasp, âWeâre out of-â
He knows youâre out of condoms. But, really, does it matter?
Because shit were you like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him. And, well, here he was - completely pussydrunk, two rounds and a still rock-hard cock later. The only thing on his mind from then on was to not paint your pretty pussy white with his seed, no matter how much he wanted do.Â
âLast time, baby. Promise I wonât cum inside.â And then heâs batting this long lashes so unfairly up at you. So fucking beautiful with his dark hair untied, lips swollen, eyes-half-hooded and miles away. And, well, how could you say no to that?
And youâve barely gotten out your delirious little nod before Chosoâs wrapping two strong arms around your waist, pulling you so intimately closer like he worshipped you - while he fucks your hot cunt like anything but. So hard that you knew it would leave marks - your nails on his chest, his balls on your ass, fingers on your waist.Â
God, you were squeezing so desperately around him and he just thinks he might just cum right then and there. So fucking perfect that Choso knows heâs never buying another box of condoms ever again.Â
âF-fuck, feels sâgood. Love having you so deep nâ messy inside me.â
You were going to be the death of him.
âHngh- fuck fuck fuck, yeah? You like that, baby?â he groans lowly. Abs burning and flexing each time he rams his cock into your tight pussy, absolutely loving the way you were leaking his cum all over the sheets.Â
âShit- I-âÂ
âYes, Cho~?â
Face burning in embarrassment, choking pathetically on his words, Choso instead lets his hips do the talking. Strained whimpers of your name leaving him each time he bullies his painfully twitching cock through your plushy walls.
Voice cracking almost-embarrassingly at the end as he rambles, âOh my god- yâfeel so fucking good wrapped around me, baby. Wanna- hngh-â Trying his very best to sound like every cute lilâ whimper didnât make his thoughts steer into the dangerous territory of how pretty youâd be with his kid. Of a little girl with dark hair and your eyes and-
You. His hips speeding up now, so sloppy with now rhyme or rhythm. How round and glowing youâd be with his kid. You, how everyone would know that he was that ruined your pretty pussy nâ got you this way. You, you, you-
âWanna cum in this cute pussy, baby.â He finally confesses. Hips getting so messy - mindless, quick little jabs that have you keening on top of him, balls squeezing painfully. âWanna fill yâup until you canât take it anymore, fuck you so full until we have a pretty baby. Can I, baby? Please donât say no please please-â
And at this point all you can do is whine and buck your hips to meet his merciless cadence, letting Choso crane his neck and kiss you senseless. âFuck yeah. Thought youâd never ask-â you mutter, muffled around where he was sucking on your lips, like they were his favorite candy. âWant you to cum inside me, Cho.â
Well, you didnât need to tell Choso twice because no sooner have the words left your lips before heâs giving you one harsh thrust. Veins throbbing against your gummy walls, again and again.Â
Tears pricking his eyes as he cums with such a guttural grunt of your name. âGonna have a pretty lilâ girl.â Both white-white pleasure and the image of you and him and his daughter flashing behind his eyes. âSheâll look just as beautiful as you, baby. Nâ have your cute smile.â
Your own orgasm is nothing more than a few tingles, overstimulated and limp on top of Choso as stuffs you full of his seed. Thick, white ropes that gushing all the way out of your snug pussy, smearing all over his twitching balls.Â
You could get used to this.
And itâs such a heavenly feeling that Choso barely registers his hips moving again, as if on instinct. Fucking mindlessly into you again. Again and again. Gasping, breath hot against your ear.Â
âOnly one more, baby. Promise.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - A reward
âF-fuck, womanâ Sukuna grunts, fingers so bruising on your hips as you slide down his throbbing erection. Inch by fucking inch, keening at the delicious burn. âYâact so innocent but youâve got such a slutty lilâ pussy, huh?â
As expected, the only response he gets is an incoherent babble of agreement. Your eyes watering, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to take him. And his sharp eyes narrow in amusement at the sight of his painfully inexperienced consortâs pretty cunt sucking him up so eagerly. Hips stuttering and leaking your sweet, sweet so sloppily juices all over his thighs.
Humans were always such interesting little creatures.
âTch.â
Slow ones, too, apparently.
Because immediately, Sukunaâs stuffing himself into your sloppy pussy as far as it would go. Groaning at the resitance, a large hand pumping his cock slowly - enticingly - as he fucks his hips in quick, shallow little thrusts, just to fit himself inside your snug cunt.Â
And you needed to breathe in and out maybe, relax your plushy walls, but Sukuna wasnât going to wait. Why would he? He had his favorite woman - not that heâd ever let you know - sat on his lap, legs spread so shamefully and bouncing on his thick cock.
âF-fuck.â his jaw falls slack ever so slightly, groaning at the feeble resistance against his massive cock. Still only half-inside you but still pushing relentlessly. âSâlike your pussy was made fâme, brat. Milking me so well.â
âShit shit shit- hah- âKuna, feel sâgood-â you gasp, thighs quivering with the pressure to meet his rough cadence. And Sukuna huffs out a low laugh at your audacity to call his name, feeling charitable enough today to forgive this transgression.Â
Instead toying with your pretty clit, pinching and rolling between his thick fingers, loving the way you buck and squeal his name.Â
âHmm, feels good?â he hums dangerously, amused at your barely-lucid little nod. Fucking into you like his personal fucktoy - his favorite one. âGood ânough to give me an heir?â
At this your eyes snap open - but not for long because you just have to screw them shut again with Sukuna finally bottoming out in a quick, harsh thrust. Splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock, veins throbbing a maddening little bump! bump! bump! matching your heartbeat.Â
You barely have the time to breathe out a sigh of relief before heâs fucking into you. Unforgivingly. Like the monster he claims to be. All the blood draining into his achingly dick at the idea of fucking his cum into you until you couldnât walk.Â
And he tells you - chuckling at the cute lilâ ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time his fat head hits your cervix. âYâwant that, my little slut? To be my cute plaything to breed? Help mâmake the next king of curses?â
Fuck, you donât know if youâre reeling more from the way he was ramming his cock into you or the way he was talking to you in that mean little tone.Â
âMmm- yes! Yes yes yes!â
âUse your words.â
âWanâ-â you hiccup, batting your lashes at him so tearily, in a way that makes Sukunaâs heart thump so strangely. An uneven little beat matching the led rhythm of his hips. âWanâ your cum- gonna give you a kid.â
So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way he wrestles your arms behind your back, using it like leverage to bounce you harder and harder on his cock. Only looking up at him with such cute lilâ heart eyes as Sukuna uses you as he pleases.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck yeah?â he gasps into your open mouth. Teeth latching onto the crook of your neck, biting down right over your pulse. Dangerous. âGonna make me an heir so powerful. Have him treat you like a queen nâ kill everyone that doesnât? Ya like that, my lilâ slut?â
âShit- ah- I want that sâbad, âKuna.â
Knock! Knock! Knock!
And oh how pretty you look, cunt clenching and all surprised at the knock on the door - some lowly human here to beg for their life, maybe. But it doesnât matter, because Sukunaâs only licks away the big, fat tears streaming down your cheek, hips burning while he breeds you like some animal. Hard, and almost violent.
So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same, breathless and shaking on Sukunaâs lap while he fill you with his hot seed. Thick and intoxicating. Hips unstopping, just animalistic little movements from such a carnal part of himself. Over and over-
And youâre so fucking drunk off of your lordâs cock that you barely even realize when heâs thumbing your ravaged cunt open. Letting his cum drip all the way down to his gaudy throne, on full display for whoever was about to-
âCome in.â
Itâs adorable how you try to scramble off his lap, trying - and failing - to cover yourself up as the door cracks open.Â
âNot yet, woman.â Sukuna grasps you in an iron-hold grip, dangerously sharp nails tethering right at your throat and your hips. Starting to drag you up and down on his swollen cock once more with no concern or care for whoever was about to enter. âGotta make sure it takes.â
It was filthy.Â
Completely debauched. And exactly where you wanted to be. You and your lord - and maybe your future heir, too.
⥠GOJO SATORU - Give âem what they want!
âHah- f-fuck imagine- Imagine I fucked the next s-strongest into you right now.â
Oh.Â
You knew by the look in his eyes that something was off - that something hadnât gone well in that meeting with the elders. Really, it was a miracle he attended in the first place, but somehow you had an inkling that this was the type of something that would have you needing a miracle.
That was three hours ago.
And fuck did you need a miracle - because Gojo had you splayed out on top your office desk, his cum spreading in a pool beneath, you throbbing cock stuffing in and out of your snug cunt while you try not to alert the entirety of Jujutsu High about how needy the great Gojo Satoru was being right now.
Gojoâs ramming his swollen dick into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he was drunk off the sight of you all cockdrunk and in a tight mating press. Moaning at the sting of painfully hard erection twitching inside you, and your nails running down his back.Â
Not even bothering to let you adjust this time before heâs fucking you again and again and-
You think itâs a bit unfair, really. Because who were you against the strongest? Well, the pretty lilâ wife whoâs going to give him his successor, apparently.Â
âShit- wouldnât that be funny?â he lets out a humorless laugh, wrestling your legs further and further apart. Eyeing the way you suck him up lewdly, âIf I made my kid the strongest nâ just wiped these old fossils out?â
âT-Toru- weâll get ca-â
âCaught? Who fuckinâ cares, they want a Gojo successor nâ theyâre gonna get one.â
Heâs letting out his frustration in the way he chases both your highs for the - well, you lost count which orgasm it was at this point. Letting you stain all over the expensive desk as he yells out little curses into your mouth.
And oh how you want to kiss that little furrow in his brow, to whisper away his stress - but, no, the only thing getting Gojo out of this bad mood was to fully and thoroughly ruin his girlâs cute lilâ cunt.Â
But Toru-â you sob into his open mouth, hips bucking wildly for more. âWhat if I canât give you the strongestâŠâ You know youâre babbling deliriously, little insecurities you didnât even know you had coming to the surface as it really hits you that shit this is your Gojo. And heâs here. And heâs fucking you until heâs sure youâre pregnant.
âWho gives a shit?â he licks away the big, fat tears streaking down your face. Salty on his tongue while he plays with your pretty clit, rubbing quick, tight little circles on it.Â
As if to emphasize his point, Gojo brings his fingertips to his mouth with a lewd pop! So blissfully wrapping his lips around them. Darkened blue eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste - it only spurs him on more.Â
Fingers immediately back down on your clit. Frenzied - like he couldnât wait any longer, like it killed him to not see you cum again. Body bowing into yours, hand digging and bruising on your hips as he holds your filthy pussy still on his cock,Â
âFuck, gonna give it all to you, sweetheart. Mâgonna train them to be the strongest nâ protect their pretty mommy.âÂ
Sloppy, he was so fucking sloppy - such a mess of teeth and spit and pure desire to paint your walls white.Â
âGonna have my eyes, huh? Nâ your hair. Fuck theyâre gonna regret bringing this up.â Babbling little nonsenses that drove you mad. He sounded so fucking pathetic, crazed with lust. âOoooh theyâre gonna regret it.â Overstimulated enough that it hurt.
Kissing the side of your ankle beside his head, lacing his fingers together to pull you further and further down his rock-hard cock. Sloppy and moving with no rhyme or reason. âBecause they fucking hate me. All of âem will look at our kid nâ you - so round and pretty and see me. All me.âÂ
Now, youâve heard of orgasms that come out of nowhere - ones that have you convulsing and gripping onto Gojo - the desk, his shoulders, his hair. And this was no different. âAh! Hngh, Toru mâcumming mâcumming oh-â
Delirious, white-hot pleasure cracking behind his eyes, Gojoâs pumping hot thick, hopes ropes of cum into your poor, overfilled pussy. And shit no thrill of taking out the elders could compare to watching the way his seed drips down the side. Slow, and thick, pooling at his quivering balls as he fucks you like an animal. Over and over and-
âHey, sweetheart, yâthink if I cum in you again, theyâll come out twice as strong?â
â...â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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Tape that shit.
Boyfriend Chris x only fans girlfriend
prompt: you ask Chris if he wants to film some content w u and he obviously says yes
Part 6
warnings: sex tape ??, creampie,pet names ( baby, good boy, slut, ma, mama ), toys, 69, reverse cowgirl, overstimulation, sub!Chris, fat assed reader
Iâm a cam girl, I do only fans.
I make my money
I met Chris beforehand tho and I took a break once we got together, I did tell him and boy was excited every time heâd get a âding!â From my onlyfans heâd immediately go watch them and send me a video of him jerking off to my picture or video.
Thatâs when I got an idea
Why donât I ask Chris, my man, to film some with me?
Iâm sure heâd say yes.
Just the thought of him whimpering for me, and me moaning his name as weâre in 69, my ass grinding on his pretty as I suck his dick and he whimpers and eats my pussy. Iâd place a vibrator on his tip teasing him as well, making him cum twice, already seeing him fucked out but I wouldnât be done
reverse cowgirl, I know weâve never tried this position surprisingly because Iâm a freakk but first time for everything. Just picturing his face when my ass is riding his fat cock in his face heâd absolutely fucking loose his mind.
I canât wait to see his pretty little face as I fuck him
so I quickly got off my bed and did my edges throwing on some lashes and some lip gloss before slipping on my matching pink lace panties and bra, the thong hugged my curves perfectly and my thigh tattoo shown off right in front of him and the small tattoo on my ass âChrisâ
I quickly pull out my phone and send Chris a pic
my manđđ
damn baby you look good as fuck whatâs the occasion?
my girlđ€
wanna film some content with me :)
Chrisâs pov
the second she sent that I immediately felt my dick press against my boxers and I groan. Iâve been waiting for her to ask me this. How could I say no?
my manđđ
shittt Iâm omw rn do not move.
my girlđ€
good boy :)
Good boy?? Sheâs only called me that once..sheâs never been dominant towards me but maybe todayâs the day and fuck I canât wait.
***knock knock***
I hear him knock and finish setting up the cameras and lights in my bedroom making sure you could capture all angles. The cameras would start recording any moment now.
I walk downstairs making sure I look good and I then open the door.
âhey babyâ. I say leaning on the doorway smirking a bit seeing Chrisâs jaw drop the moment he saw me.
âletâs go- upstairs now- âhe says trying to get me upstairs but I quickly stop him and he raises an eyebrow.
âoh ur gonna be submissive today baby, get ur ass on my bed.âI say pointing upstairs
âoh yes maâam.â He says his lips curving into a small smirk and he goes upstairs seeing my set up.
âBa- âI stop him by pushing him on my bed crawling over to him straddling my ass on his lap and he groans.
âSomeoneâs needy already, havenât even touched you yet.â I chuckle my hands pressing onto his clothed dick and he clenched his fist in frustration.
âF-fuckk- âChris moans begging for my attention and hands on him.
âhm Iâm curious how long have you been waiting for me?â I mock him beginning to pull down his sweatpants seeing his boxers with a wet patch and Chrisâs cheeks flush red.
âitâs okay baby just be a good boy and Iâll take care of you I promiseâ. I say softly and he nods eagerly
âP-please Iâll be so good mamaâ- he whines and whimpers desperate now.
I pull his boxers down and grip the base of his lengthy cock seeing pre cum oozing from the red tip.
âSuch a pretty cock babyâ. I kiss the tip and he whimpers and I smile taking of my thong straddling his chest.
â69?â Chris asks looking up at me before peering to all the cameras and gulping and I smirk
I nodded placing my pussy in his face and my hand grips the base of dick.
âReady mama?â The desperate boy says holding my ass spreading it open to have more access for him.
âYes baby whenever you are.â I say turning on the vibrator pressing it on the tip and he whimpers loudly.
âMmph fuck-â he groans before diving his tongue into my wetness making me moan out his name in curses as he sucks on my pussy harshly.
âO-oh fuck Chris! S-shit-â i let my jaw drop steadily running the vibrator on the throbbing veins of his cock his hand grip my ass tightly with desperation licking between my folds.
Chris pulls my thighs closer to his head nuzzling his nose into my cunt dripping for him.
His cock twitched in my hand with anticipation needing to cum desperately as I gave his tip a few kisses making him squirm.
I pressed the vibrator more on his tip and I saw his toes curl and I smirked slapping Chrisâs dick on my tongue and he moaned into my pussy as I moaned out his name
âFuck-yes baby so good-â I cried out his name while slapping his dick on my tongue with the vibrator running along his veins and he twitched in my hand
âs-shit ma Iâm gonna cum!â Chris whimpers his hot breath enough to make me squirt all over his face as I stroked him faster allowing his warm load to shoot on my hand coating it.
âFuck-â he breathed out as I moved from his face and saw how wet he was, his face glistening in the light of my room with my cum but I wasnât finished.
I turned off the vibrator throwing it to the side leaving a deep kiss on his lips and he moaned into it trying to pull me back.
âBaby-â!he whined and I chuckled.
âwanna try something new?â I asked giving him those eyes seeing his cock perk up along with his eyes.
âSure Mama what is it.â Chris asked biting his lip slightly.
âwanna try reverse cowgirl?â I said running my fingers along his thigh winking at my camera.
âOh fuck- yes I would-â Chris mutters his dick twitched at the though of this position.
I smirk and move myself to face my ass towards him and I position myself on his cock sliding down easily feeling him stretch out my walls.
âF-fuckk chris- ur so big-â I moan beginning to bounce a bit slowly at first his dick slickly sliding in and out of me easily.
âO-oh shit baby- ur s-so tight-â Chris groans sitting back his hand caressing my hip watching me ride him.
fuck- I can't believe the internet is about to see how Good Chris and I fuck was all that ran through my mind. His cock sliding in and out of my slick walks and his whimpers from being overstimulated was enough to make nearly cum but fuck- it was hot.
I started twerking on his dick while I was riding him in Reverse cowgirl and hearing him moan "shit" from behind I knew was enjoying that.
âFuck- ur so hot mama-â he whimpers grabbing my ass and leaving a smack on my right making me whimper as he did the same feeling my ass move on his thighs watching it twerk right in front of him, Chris was a major ass guy so I knew this would send him over the edge.
âYeah? you like when I twerk on ur cock baby?â I bite my lip turning around chris looked so fucked out seeing me like this on him.
âoh fuck- yes-fuck yes- âthe boy moans desperately slapping my ass and I chuckle beginning to bounce on him again at a much faster pace, curses and moans leaving both of our mouths.
I rolled my hips a bit as he groaned deeply, his dick meeting my pelvis hearing him squirm was so damn hot.
âSHIT- oh fuckk- â!he whimpers gripping my ass tightly for sure leaving a few marks.
I felt Chris's cock twitch inside my walls as they closed in on him and he squirms rocking my ass harder begging for a release.
âfuck- be a good boy and cum for me- deep inside me baby.â I breath out heavily and chris moans loudly.
âF-fuck ma i'll be a good boy- Fuck! I promise.â Chris whines begging for a orgasm practically.
I bounced on him harder my ass slapping on his thighs.
âFUCK-â Chris yells as he released his cum deep inside me.
âHold on baby I gotta cum to.â I smirk before flipping myself back to face him and I gripped his shoulders steadying my body so I could ride him.
âMmph- mama- s-so good-â his whimpers fill my ears as my stomach feels hot and I start rubbing my swollen clit chasing my orgasm.
Chris's hands grip my ass helping bounce me on his dick and I cry out his name.
âS-shit baby- fuck im gonna cum!â I throw my head back his hand replaced mine and allowing me to squirt over his cock and lower stomach.
âFuck baby-â he groans as I slide off of him and stop my camera and turn off my lights.
âShit- I need to film with you more often ma- fuck ur so good- âHe lies back on the pillows and i smile.
âOh I already have plans for what to do you nextâ. I smirk and he raises an eyebrow
âWhats that baby?â He chuckles sitting up and I lean over to his lips
"bondage".
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đđđđđ đđđđđ! đđđ, who is groaning in your ears from your creamy walls. your ass bouncing back off his lower abdomen with his hand having your back arched. âmmph!â muffled into the mattress. â sâshit..!â youâd cry out at his dick stretching your lips so perfectly, suctioning onto is shaft only made him want more. âyâpussy too good..fuck..â his words always made you flutter around him, you cant help but crack a smile over the hold you have on him. âcâmon look back at me mama..â he moves his hand down to your waist with a tight grip pulling your back to meet his hips. making eye contact with his dark ones. âsexy ass face..â laying your head back down as he speeds up his thrusting.
đđđđđ đđđđđ! đđđ, who isnât usually like this, but when he was it was messy. hot tears running down your pretty face as ony is drilling inside you. hitting your cervix so good your brain melts even more every thrust, leaving nothing on your mind but him and his dick fucking you so good. âonyyyy! im câcumming baby.â orgasm after orgasm, your pussy aching from overstimulation so bad to the point where it feels so good. âshitshit.. slow down..â pressing against his stomach. immediately slowing his mean pace, his strokes still harsh. âi know ma.. i know, but you could gimmie another..â letting you take your breather of broken whines before the cycle repeats.
đđđđđ đđđđđ! đđđ, who always loves filling you up. seeing his thick cum ooze out of your pretty pussy is always a turn on for him. âfuck you know how to ride this dick..â a smack to your ass watching the ripples display in awe. " oh my god..â gripping on his bare thigh as you roll your hips against his, "im g'na cum daddy! cum wimmie p-please.." your whiney words echoing throughout his head over and over. "yeah? hold out f'me baby.. almost there.â you moan as an answer, slowing down your pace to wait for your lover. more and more thrusts you inch closer to the edge, âim so c-close..â hanging your head down as you focus on cumming together with him. âright there witchu..let it out ma, nut on this d-dick.. shit..â his voice triggering your orgasm, your legs shaking in pleasure as he paints your walls white.
đđđđđ đđđđđ! đđđ, who loves your pussy sm âĄ
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ridin' - keegan russ smut
cw. riding. blow job. making out. public sex. titty sucking. choking. sucking on fingers. slight degradation. p in v. praise kink. tiny tiny breeding kink. the names good girl, slut, ma, little whore, mommy, and pretty bitch used. reader calls him daddy like once. reader also calls him kee. literally just pure filth. also probably missed a few things.
keegan's grunts were heard as you had licked the tip of his dick. a pretty light pink, as precum could be seen slightly oozing out the top slit of it. you guys had found your way to an empty, dark, echoey hallway. the chance of getting caught was scary, or it should have been. but it excited the two of you. keegan whimpered, as you had kitty licked the tip again, and again, and again. keeping the eye contact strong as you did so. you loved teasing him, it was something that always got out his pretty noises he made. he was so whiny, and it made your stomach flutter with millions of butterflies each time.
he whimpered, the sound echoing through the hallway. "feels good, doesn't it kee?" you asked softly. as you began fisting his dick slowly. his hips bucking up desperately, he let out a low groan. breaking the eye contact, he began bucking his hips up faster, as he laid the back of his head against the wall he had been sitting and leaning on.
"fuckkk ma, please," he begged. another groan escaping his throat. a simple, yet annoyingly teasing "hm." was all you responded with. jerking off the main base of his pretty cock, you sucked on the tip, spitting onto it while it was in your mouth. "jesus christ that's good baby. just like that." he praised through a moan. a hand landing on the top of your head, slightly pushing you further onto him. he groaned. each groan, moan, and whimper left butterflies fluttering through your stomach. and not only your stomach, but your pussy too.
the sounds of sucking could be heard all throughout the hallway. you removed your mouth from him, earning a whine. god he was so whiny. as you licked up and down his dick, he sucked in a breath. you began tapping his tip on your tongue, looking straight into his face. "you're so whiny kee." you muttered out softly. "then stop fuckin' teasing me." he angrily muttered out. the heat in his stomach was increasing, but the inability to cum was making him frustrated. "stop teasing me. be a good lil' whore for me and do me right yeah?" he seethed out. the praise. yet degrading got to you. you nodded, letting go of his dick, he growled at the loss of contact. as you began unzipping your cargo pants and letting it fall off your legs. he watched your every move as you did so, staring at all the details apart of your thighs. you took your time taking off your panties, teasingly keeping the eye contact.
keegan rolled his eyes, staring at you with dark annoyed, yet so desperate eyes. "fuckin' hell." he angrily muttered out, before pulling you by your ass into him. ripping off your panties, you gasped. "keegan! you-" he pulled you down, turning you around so your back was against his chest. sitting right onto his lap. "you wanna keep teasing me? wanna keep acting like a little whore." he chuckled lowly, tapping the tip right on your clit before roughly slamming himself into your pussy. you moaned, loudly. "this is what you're gonna get treated like then."
he showed no mercy whatsoever. continuously slamming you down onto his dick as you cried out, one hand on your hip while the other pulled your head back onto his shoulder. his masked pulled up so only his lips could be shown. "open your mouth f'me." and you obeyed. tears prickling from the ends of your eyes as he kept slamming into you. your breathing was getting cut short, you couldn't take it. but it was so so good. he spit in your mouth, the hand holding your head back now snaking around your neck as he choked you. "no- i can't kee, it's too much." you cried out, and he only smirked. slapping against your ass could be heard as he kept the pace going. tears now falling down your eyes and your mouth contained open.
"such a pretty bitch, huh?" he coo'ed. licking your neck before bending down slightly, biting the end of your black hoodie and raking it up with his teeth. the hand that was once holding your waist was now keeping your hoodie up, your boobs fully exposed as he continued to choke you. he aggressively pulled down your your bra, quickly latching his mouth onto one of your titties. you whimpered, and then moaned. you couldn't stop the sounds from escaping your throat. it was all too much for you to take, the heat in your stomach was so hard to deal with. a breathy moan was heard right into your ear, as a pop escaped keegan's mouth right after. bringing his mouth now right up into your ear, his breathing felt hot, but so good against the side of your ear. the knot in your stomach growing by every second. he wasn't slowing down his pace anytime soon. and god, was it so enticing how good his stamina was.
"feels so good mommy, feels so good right on my cock." your breath hitched as he praised you. your pussy tightening against him at the word mommy. "you feel so much better, daddy." you said sweetly, returning the name right back at him. his stomach fluttered, and he groaned. his pace quickened, and god you couldn't believe how much more he could give you. your eyes rolled back, his mouth latching back onto one of your titties. he sucked, and you squealed out. one of his hands sliding down your body as it made it's way to your cunt. right onto your clit. he began teasing you and you squirmed.
"shit keegan, god you know how to do me so good." you choked out. a sob following through. keegan swore he was in a porn film. that's exactly what it sounded like. he was amazed at how beautiful you sounded, how beautiful your pussy sounded.
"such a good girl f'me. gonna cum soon baby. gonna fill you up so nicely." he breathed out. your breathing intensified, and so did his. he whined, and whined, and whined. his thrusting up getting sloppier. as the bucking of his hips got longer. he moaned, and you could feel hot liquid filling up into your pussy. you moaned loudly, his thrusting up getting slower before coming to a stop. a hand roughly pulling your face so it was facing his, making eye contact with you. he kissed you harshly, forcing his tongue into your throat. you whimpered. your eyes fluttering closed as he continued to harshly keep your chin in a hurting hold. you felt a slap against your pussy, and you squealed. running his fingers up your pussy as your slick had gotten onto the tips of it. bringing them up to your mouth, forcing them into you. "suck baby. taste how good you are." he lowly, yet gently said. as he watched you suck, his dick hardening under you again. he bit his lip, as a grin was plastered onto his face.
"another round wouldn't hurt you, would it angel?" he smirked, as he began harshly thrusting up into you again.
GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT AND FIC PLEASE BE NICE TO ME. i'm going feral and i also tried making this sound as good as possible. hope u guys liked it <3
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