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Soobin whos big cock stretches you out every night because heâs so addicted to your pussy. like, genuinely canât get enough. heâll switch between fucking you in a mating press to eating his own cum out of your lovely, fluttering hole. all the while you mewl his name sleepily because youâve cum more times than you can count; he doesnât care, though. heâs enraptured by your pussy. he takes his frustrations out on your holes, he pours all his love out while fucking you, he spells his name on your clit just because he wants to taste you one last time before heading to bed. by the end of the night youâre sore, aching thighs wrapped around his as he kisses you to make it better... though, that might get him hard again
THUS END ME
I fucking love big cock Soobin đ itâs way too real tbh listened to sad girl by lana while making this felt whore-ish cw. heavyyyy overstim, soobin is described as bigger than reader.
Youâre panting, losing focus on the man above you because he just wonât stopâ wonât stop filling you up again and again. And itâs not like you even had the energy to fight back. Youâre aching, leaking, sweaty, dewy-eyed. Heâs relentless, making you take every stinging inch. You know itâs cliche, a whole trope, but you can feel him in your stomach. In fact, Soobin had the flattened palm of his hand pressed hard against the big tummy bulge you had. You quite literally could feel him all the way in there, thick, long cock rubbing quickly against your inner walls. The wet squelch of your full and spent hole filling the air rapidly, coinciding with your heated moans and whines.
Your hands clawed at his chest, back arching even further than it already was, begging to be brought back down to reality. You felt floaty, head full of air. âS-Soobinâ Soob⌠too much, t-too muchhhââ
Soobin groaned, pressing your thighs up until your knees were right beside your head, shaking legs from repeated orgasm after orgasm. Every single climax ripped from your body in pure ecstasy. Filling your mind with only mumbles of words and the need for more, more, more. Even when your body was so tired, aching for less, begging for a relief, all you needed was more of him. Soobin then planted his hand right beside your head, bigger body contorting and meshing into yours, keeping you under his weight from moving at all. Any squirming you did was ignored, his hips only increasing in speed with wet, nasty slaps of skin.
âNo, no, no⌠fuck, baby,â Soobinâs breath caught in his throat as he spoke, a choked out whine escaping as his fluffy, black hair fell in front of his eyes, then back as he tilted his head backward. His eyebrows were scrunched together, touching as his pouty lips parted, âNeed you to take it⌠y-you gotta take itââ He was panting like a dog, hovering over you with shaky arms. If anything, he was just as much a wreck as you were at this point. His big hand scooped up the side of your face, cooing at you as wet sounds emitted from your bodies, lips a breath away, âFor me, baby, do it f-for me.â
His thumb ran over your skin, sending heat up your cheeks and a stray tear to slip out of your eye, graciously dewing his skin.
âLove your lilâ pussy, honey,â Soobin scrunched his face for the umpteenth time, âKnow you can take it⌠sâtight.â
You mewled, though nodding. You take everything he gives you, even if it was overwhelming. If anything, thatâs the best part, isnât it? That big cock of his felt so fucking good, nearly intoxicating. You both went through this ordeal practically every night and it was pure heaven.
His thumb caressed your cheek, using that same tear youâd so graciously gifted him as a form of lube as his thumb crawled down to your swollen, fat clit. You jerked as he thumbed the lil love bud, a sputtering moan falling from your lips. Soobinâs thrusts were sloppy, each little sound he made reminding you of how good he was feeling, how not only you were feeling pleasure. Not that it wasnât obvious with the way he spoke to you and handled you. So delicate, gentle, yet at the same time dominate and strong.
âMy baby, my cute fucking girlâŚâ Soobin moaned again, you can tell by the breathlessness of his voice that he was close again. Your pussy ached from being so full, his tip drilling endlessly against your womb, deeply pressing into that soft lil gummy spot. It had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, biting your lip to hide the stupidly loud sounds you wanted to let out, âLove you on my big cock, baby, look so p-pretty,â Confession spilled from open lips, slack jaw only widening as he tipped closer to a finish, âMy baby loves when I breed her cunt, hm? One more, I promiseâŚâ
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Hiiiiiiii!!! I have a fluff requestttt. So Anakin comes home late, like super late. And the house is quiet, a little too quiet. Worried Anakin goes to the y/n and his room. She's not there. He hurried to the kids' room, and there's she's sleeping. Feeling guilty, Anakin carries y/n back to their room. She wakes up and them being super cute. Idk, it's a terrible and a little too simple request, but I'm dying to see fluff like that, and you're THE ONLY ONE who can write thatđđ
Author's note: I.LOVE.THIS. Nonnie, your mind is brilliant, don't tell me it's terrible, it's PERFECTIONâźď¸ only I hope you'll like it cause I dunno.. :///
It was late.
Later than ANAKIN SKYWALKER had expected to be back home, so he wasn't surprised when all what met him was pure quietness and darkness of the first floor of your house. You'd often wait for him but now? He wasn't even sure if anyone was there.âY/N?â he called softly after taking off his shoes
No response.
Checking all the rooms on the first floor and really making sure you weren't pulling on some scary-ass joke on him, he made his way through the house, up the stairs towards the bedroom, but when he finally pushed the wooden door open, the bed was empty.
He frowned.
A hint of worry settled in his heart.
He moved to the children's bedroom and gently cracked the door open before peeking inside. Eyes immediately softened at the sight before him. You, curled up in the little chair by the crib, your head resting against the edge, clearly fast asleep. The boy was sprawled in his crib, his twin sister next to him sleeping with tiny fingers wrapped around her favorite stuffed bear.
Mix of guilt and tenderness tugged at Anakin's chest. He carefully stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as a shadow, and stood beside you. The urge to just scoop you up in his arms was almost overwhelming, he felt obligated to do that. So with that, his large hand gently slid under your legs then one wrapped around your waist before he scooped you up and tried to quietly leave the room
He walked through the hall, just holding you like you were the most precious gift in his life (and let's be honest, you completely were). You stirred in his arms but hadn't wake yet, your face so relaxed in sleep.
Eyes fluttering open, seeing a familiar posture leaning over you âAnnie?â you murmured
He leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair that fallen over your forehead, before pressing his lips against that spot âYeah, baby, itâs me. Sorry, I didnât mean to wake you. Just didn't want you to have a back pain laterâ he grinned in this too beautiful-for-this-hour way, fingers loosening his tie
You yawned, stretching a little before reaching up to lazily, tiredly wrap your arms around his neck, fingers stroking the short curls there. âYouâre home so late,â you whispered, voice still heavy with slumber. âEverything okay? Did something happen at work?â
He smiled, âYeah, everythingâs fine. Just⌠missed you a lot today..â he simply replied, laying down on his side on the bed, pulling you near
You smiled sleepily up at him, eyes half-lidded before you let yourself nuzzle into his chest. âMissed you too,â you murmured.
Anakin brushed his lips against the top of your head âIâm home now,â hand finding the way to rest on your thigh - stroking so lovingly, purely "Tomorrow I'll take care of the kids, you just rest, love"
you sighed contentedly, face nuzzling to his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent âGood,â you whispered, barely keeping it all together to actually fall unconscious in sleep âI love you.â
Anakin smiled with affection. He gently pulled you closer, hand slipping beneath your chin to make you look up at him âI love you, too,â he whispered before capturing your lips in a tender kiss.
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if u have time pls do a continuation of the Yandere d-16 and reader but somehow he finds the reader when heâs Megatron and this time HE tops
Yandere!Megatron/Reader [TFO]
tw: ROBOTS sexxx (minors don't read please), possesive behavior, mentions of jealousy, brief violence/threats, biting, word count: ~1,2k additional tags: dom!Megatron, sub!reader, decepticon!reader, idol!reader, cybertronian!reader. a/n: it's not like /megs/ finds reader here but the other way around (ig) hehe.
The news of the sudden death of Sentinel Prime had reached you suddenly. Another ordinary, simple day, as it seemed back then. You were used to living in comfort and coziness, after all, from the moment you were born, you were special. At least, you couldn't help but feel that way in a privileged society.
Now, thinking about it, a feeling of pity and wrongness overwhelms your thoughts. It was no surprise that those who were unlucky enough to be born with t-cog had no choice but to dedicate their entire existence for the greater good of your entire race.
Standing humbly behind the decepticon leader's back, you only gave a silent glance in his direction. How much had he managed to endure? What exactly did he have witnessed that day when he went from an obedient and shy D-16 to...
âWhy are you still here?â a deep, gravelly voice suddenly yanked you out of your thoughts.
For a moment, you didn't know what to answer. Was it that important? No, you never noticed him asking the same question to the others.
âTo fight alongside you, Megatron,â you quickly replied, your arms kept hidden behind your back, like a well-trained soldier.
A soft, almost inaudible huff escaped from his lips as he shook his helm in mild frustration. He slowly turned around to bore his own red optics into yours. Weren't they orange? You didn't recall.
âThat's not what I asked you,â Megatron narrowed his optics, his gaze still as stern. âYou know what I'm talking about.â
You tilted your helm down, as if in submission or simply unable to maintain eye contact with him. Either way, an ominous feeling of regret continued to grow inside you, despite how often you tried convincing yourself that it was never your fault.
Funny, isn't it? It seemed like a while ago, here were the two of you right next to each other. His smaller, so small but never fragile frame, was so tender in your servos.
The chassis was completely tarnished in little bruises and scratches, yet it was always a pleasure to gently run your servo over the surface of the silver metal, feeling how the mech beneath you could only bite his fist in a desperate attempt to not make a single sound.
But now, everything seems so different, strange perhaps, but at the same time in its own way familiar. Above you now is a different person; to deny that would be foolish, if not pointless.
The frame is wider, much bigger, than you can remember. The chassis is now peppered with a lot of scars after numerous battles in which you can only feel sorry for every opponent he's faced. All stained in energon, the pink liquid slowly oozing out to smear your own frame. You know it doesn't belong to him.
âMine, you're all mine,â his servo tightening around your wrists, pinning them both above your helm.
Megatron's heavy breathing made a pleasant shiver run along your spine, and almost instinctively, you pressed your hips against his own.
Everything felt so hot now, so suffocating, that you were barely hanging on to keep from passing out. His chassis only pressed you down further, taking away any chance you had of escaping.
You wish you could tell him so much now. That now, all in his power, you would have never dared to leave him at a moment like this. You would take whatever he would choose to give you, even though he was still inexperienced with controlling his own power.
The thoughts of the past fight gave Megatron no relief. It seemed that the more he focused on the past, the more he wanted to lash out with all of his pent-up anger at you. And you would take it, wouldn't you? You'd always come back and beg for more.
His servo squeezes your thigh, stroking and massaging, then, moves only lower to forcefully spread your legs. Your interface panel was open long ago, presenting him your soaking wet port. Getting off on this as much as he is, what a freaking pathetic duo you both are. That is why you have always been perfect for him, he thinks.
With a rough thrust, Megatron buries his spike inside you to a halt; the way you squeeze around him, writhing in pain and pleasure, is a godlike sight for him. Primus, he should have done that a long, long time ago. If only he wasn't so meek and weak-willed back then, but now he's thankful for it.
He lets out a low, guttural growl as he slams his hips against yours once again, receiving a soft whine. A small, still sensible part of him restrains himself to ruin your body more. That deep-rooted care and desire, genuine love, still makes him act all soft with you. It tells him to leave more kisses, to shower you in that love and care he grew for you for cycles from only observing.
Megatron grits his teeth at the thought. Acting soft and weak already cost him enough suffering in the past. Making the same mistakes again will only show off how little he changed since that day...
He tastes the energon on his glossa, leaving a cold, wet trail of saliva on your neck, only to be followed by a sudden bite, which makes you gasp in surprise.
It was a miracle that no one had entered the room by that time, with none of you trying to hide your gasps and moans from the potential listeners. Perhaps, they already found out; even Starscream, with how often he comes here to complain and grumble about everything, doesn't dare to bother Megatron at the moment of raw need, adrenaline rushing through the whole frame.
Your soft moans are music to Megatron's mind. Every single time you let out his name, breathlessly asking for more, only makes him pepper your neck in wet kisses, more of those bleeding marks forever marking your body. That is how it should be, how it always should have been. You underneath him, so beautiful and perfect, and the most important, this way everyone will know that you are his.
He had grown tired of competing for your attention since when he was a miner. Every day of hard work, daydreaming about you, of you finally noticing him instead of attending another race, with countless of other Iaconians showing their love for you. He would not make any more mistakes.
His, his and only.
âIf you ever think of leaving me,â Megatron leans his helm closer to you, burying your face into the crook of your neck. âI will find and kill you with my own servos.â
What you said to him that day never left the mind of the leader of the decepticons. And it seemed that from that moment on, your relationship with each other took on a very different direction.y
Who knew that the threat of your own execution by no one else, but Megatron, would sound so hot to you?
#yandere x reader#transformers x reader#transformers one x reader#megatron x reader#yandere transformers one#yandere transformers x reader#yandere transformers#tw yandere
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Oooh another event! Your Spotify wrapped was really good, I thoroughly enjoyed it. This one seems interesting so I'm dropping another request :3 May I request Chigiri (mainly because it's his birthday) with the đ and đ° emojis c:
Thank you!
awe tysm! i had so much fun writing that one and i hope people enjoy this one just as much!
A Chigiri Hyoma Watermelon Slice
ŕŞââĄâšď˝ĄÂ° you and i got lost in it
⥠a/n â for my more than a married couple event :)
⥠content â chigiri hyoma x gn! reader, gn! reader, popular chigiri, fake dating, one mention of his injury, set in high school so no funny buisness
⥠synopsis â having to live as a married couple was hard enough, but having to sell that you were actually chigiri hyoma was a whole other beast.
The announcement of the "marriage simulation" left the entire school buzzing with excitement and dread. Most students were hoping to get paired with their crushes or close friends. You, however, werenât feeling particularly optimistic. The idea of pretending to be married for an entire month seemed overwhelming, especially with grades on the line.
When the pairings were revealed, you stared at the board in shock.
Your name. Chigiri Hyomaâs name.
The entire room seemed to react at once. Gasps, murmurs, and even a few jealous groans filled the air. Chigiri Hyoma, the schoolâs soccer star and heartthrob, was your partner. A sharp pang of nerves shot through you as your classmates turned to gawk.
"Youâre so lucky," one girl whispered, glaring daggers at you.
Lucky? That was debatable.
Chigiri found you later that day, his expression unreadable as he approached. His red hair gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the hallway windows, and you couldnât help but notice the curious glances your classmates shot your way.
"Looks like weâre stuck together," he said, his voice calm but firm.
You managed a nervous laugh. "Yeah. I hope I donât drag you down."
He raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a faint smile. "Donât worry about that. Letâs just get through this."
The simulation apartment was surprisingly spacious for two students. Like all the other pairs, you had separate bedrooms but were expected to share the rest of the space and complete various âmarried coupleâ tasks. Cooking, cleaning, budgeting, and even planning weekly âdatesââeverything was carefully designed to test your compatibility.
From the start, Chigiri approached the simulation with a calm, almost methodical attitude. Heâd nod along during discussions and pitch in when needed, but there was a certain distance to his demeanor. It wasnât that he was coldâjust reserved. Polite.
But that didnât stop the rumors. Within days, the school was buzzing with stories about the two of you. Some speculated you had feelings for him, while others claimed he was just tolerating you. It didnât help that Chigiriâs fanbase seemed to grow more hostile with every passing day.
"Youâre the envy of half the school," Chigiri said one evening, leaning against the kitchen counter as you struggled to make dinner.
You sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. "Yeah, and the other half thinks I donât deserve to be here."
He tilted his head, watching you closely. "Why do you care what they think?"
"Easy for you to say," you muttered. "Youâre Chigiri Hyoma."
For a moment, something flickered in his eyes. Then he pushed off the counter and grabbed a cutting board, silently joining you in the kitchen. You blinked in surprise as he started chopping vegetables with practiced ease.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
"Helping," he said simply.
Over the next week, things began to change. Chigiriâs reserved nature softened, and he started opening up in small but meaningful ways. Heâd share stories about his soccer career, his struggles with injury, and even his fears about the future. In return, you found yourself confiding in him about your insecurities and the pressure you felt to prove yourself.
To make the simulation more convincing, you both decided to "fake" being a real couple when others were watching.
Was this neccesary? No. But when both of you were deadset on making every other couple look awful, it was easy.
It started with small gesturesâsitting closer during classes, sharing inside jokes, and smiling at each other more often. Then came the bigger displays: Chigiri would casually drape an arm around your shoulder when classmates were nearby, and youâd laugh a little louder than necessary at his jokes.
"We have to sell it," he said one afternoon, smirking as he handed you a coffee during a study session. "Otherwise, theyâll fail us for not being convincing."
They wouldn't, by the way, but Chigiri knew you weren't aware of that.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât deny the warmth spreading through your chest. "Fine, but donât overdo it."
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Scared youâll fall for me?"
Your cheeks burned, and you quickly turned back to your notes. "In your dreams."
The tasks became easier as you both leaned into the act. Cooking together turned into a surprisingly enjoyable routine, with Chigiri occasionally teasing you about your lack of culinary skills. Budgeting sessions were filled with quiet laughter as you argued over unnecessary expenses, like the overpriced scented candles he insisted on buying.
On one particularly busy day, you found yourself rushing to a mock family dinner the school had organized as part of the simulation. Chigiri, ever the composed one, casually slipped his hand into yours as you walked into the event.
"What are you doing?" you hissed, glancing at the curious eyes on you.
"Relax," he murmured, his grip steady. "Just playing the part."
Your heart pounded as his thumb brushed against your knuckles, and for a moment, you forgot it was all pretend.
The first date night was awkward, to say the least. The simulation required you to plan a romantic evening together, and neither of you knew where to start. In the end, you settled on a movie night in the living room, complete with popcorn and a stack of cheesy rom-coms.
To your surprise, Chigiri seemed to genuinely enjoy himself. He laughed at all the right moments, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a relaxed, almost boyish charm. By the time the credits rolled, you were both lying on the couch, your shoulders brushing as you shared a blanket.
"This isnât so bad," he admitted, glancing at you with a small smile.
Your heart skipped a beat. "Yeah. Not bad at all."
By the third week, the line between "pretend" and "real" began to blur.
You couldnât pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but somewhere along the way, your feelings for Chigiri deepened. It wasnât just a schoolgirl crush anymore. You admired his determination, his kindness, and the quiet strength he carried despite everything heâd been through.
But you were convinced he didnât feel the same. Why would he? Chigiri Hyoma was out of your league in every possible way. He deserved someone confident, someone beautifulâsomeone who wasnât you.
The final task of the simulation was a formal dinner, complete with fancy outfits and a grading panel. You spent the entire day stressing over every detail, from the menu to the table setting. Chigiri, as usual, remained calm and composed.
When he stepped out of his room in a sharp suit, you couldnât help but stare. He looked⌠breathtaking.
"You clean up well," he said, his eyes sweeping over your outfit.
"You too," you managed, feeling your cheeks heat up.
The dinner went off without a hitch, and by the end of the night, you were both sitting on the balcony, watching the city lights. The simulation was nearly over, and you couldnât shake the bittersweet feeling in your chest.
"What happens after this?" you asked softly.
Chigiri turned to you, his expression unreadable. "What do you mean?"
"I mean⌠we go back to normal, right? Like none of this ever happened."
He was silent for a long moment. Then he leaned forward, resting his arms on the railing. "Do you want it to go back to normal?"
Your heart pounded. "I⌠I donât know."
Chigiriâs gaze met yours, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that made your breath catch. Vulnerability. Hope.
"For what itâs worth," he said quietly, "I donât want it to."
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out and took your hand in his. His touch was warm, steady, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe that maybeâjust maybeâhe felt the same way.
When the simulation ended, you both received high marks for your performance. But the grades didnât matter anymore. What mattered was the boy standing beside you, his hand brushing yours as you walked out of the apartment for the last time.
As the school buzzed with gossip about the simulationâs results, you and Chigiri lingered by the courtyard fountain, the evening sun casting a warm glow around you. Neither of you seemed eager to say goodbye.
"So," he said, breaking the silence, "what now?"
You hesitated, searching his face for any hint of doubt. But all you saw was the same steady determination that had drawn you to him in the first place.
"I guess we see where this goes," you said softly.
A smile spread across his faceâgenuine, unguarded, and utterly breathtaking. "Just say you'll date me already."
Ever the serious yet also silly man you'd grown to know over the past few weeks, what else were you supposed to say?
"Well then, Chigiri Hyoma, yes, I'll date you."
this was supposed to be fake dating so i hope i pulled it off decently :)
i hope you liked it!
likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!
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PHIGHT OR PHLIGHT
Happy holidays!!! Here's chapter 4!! I might have a special present by christmas for yall if I'm not too busy :)
Hope yall enjoy stinky man crashing out while his rogue robot reconsider his career change!!
Bit of a content warning here: religious ideology and character death, read at your own discretion.
Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 5
Using the power of a god as a battery, how laughable. But this connection could do more than that, it was a direct way of influence. Granted it would be easier to leave him as he is, but whereâs the fun in that? Besides, heâd get there eventually, may as well speed up the process and play with the product. Frankly, it doesnât truly matter either way, alive or not, thereâs nothing that canât be manipulated.
Biograft could feel the air of the room around him, he lies shut down on the workbench as Medkit integrates the eye to power him. He felt the air inside him, his poor cooling system barely keeping it moving. He felt himself fall deeper than his body, he felt something other than himself in his code.
âThat man may have created you, carved your mind, but I gift you life, soul.â
When making him, Subspace used hard code. All Biograft had known was the simplicity of set values and fixed data. Outside of that were the servers, all updates and new information being inputted through them. That was all he had to think about, all he could think about. But some loose line of code allowed for something more. But right now, he was still just code.
â Youâll exist proper thanks to me.â
He could feel something new brewing inside him. Hear the gentle hum of energy flowing through him, replacing the electricity he ran on. He felt him. The Father changing him.
âYou could consider yourself one of my children, as I am the one to truly give you existence through a fraction of myself.â
This pushing, crowding, invading of his innermost self. Is it even him thinking?
âI hold all my followers dear, but you? I have high hopes for. You best not disappoint. I have no use for a child which cannot provide back to me.â
Is it him thinking? Or is it this invisible force living through him? He felt the whirrs of his fans, but was it him making them move? He felt a gentle pulse as his new core began to stabilize. Did he have a heartbeat? Or was it just this hidden lord which forced its mimicry. Did he breathe? Or was the air he felt just commanded by some remorseless emperor to move as such?
âDonât worry, donât fight, youâll receive what you wish, just donât fight it.â
He felt his being expanding, preset values becoming dead weight. Stored data becoming memory-like. Simple intake and analysis becoming learning. As though he were being created, no, birthed for the first time. His limitations being stripped, he could edit his own code. But this came with a weight to it, the burden of a soul always does.
âNow then, what have you to say?â
He could speak whatever he wanted, but knew the response he owed.
âThank you Father.â
Bigrafts lights turn on, a teal color replacing the orange they were before. The projection on his face now only showing one eye, the other replaced by a cactus flower. He sits up as Medkit watches anxiously. Biograft looks away from him and to himself, opening and closing his hands. Everything had this new depth to it; he felt his joints, his âskinâ, the ever so slight warmth from the lights across him, and Medkitâs stare. After a deep breath and clearing his throat, Medkit breaks the silence, âHow do you feel?â
Biograft thinks for a moment, realizing how the question doesnât overwhelm him. Heâs feeling a lot, but heâs able to think through it now. âI feel⌠I feel content. Itâs odd, I have so much on my mind, but right now I feel okay.â
Medkitâs expression shifts slightly, showing some relief and a bit of surprise, âGood⌠thatâs good,â he nods, âI should let Scythe know weâre finished.â Biograft nods and watches as medkit leaves. He steps off the workbench and stretches, itâs a familiar sensation, yet itâs different now. He looks down and notices the Blackrock emblem previously on his chest now replaced by that of the Lost Temple. Scytheâs and Medkitâs entrances interrupt him.
âWell lookie here!â Scythe steps in front of him, looking him up and down before putting a hand on his shoulder, âlookin like real family!â She gives a gentle squeeze before letting go and turning to Medkit, âYou did a fine job on him. Howâs his gear lookin?â
Biograft looks at Scythe confused, knowing what heâs about to ask she answers first, âWell we have to make sure ye distinguishable from the others donât we? Donât worry, Iâll teach ya how to use it.â
Medkit goes to one of the counters while Biograft responds, âIâm sure Iâm capable of learning my own gear-â
Scythe cuts him off as Medkit walks towards the two with Biograftâs new weapon, âAw but whereâs the fun in that, besides youâll already be with me for the next lil while considerinâ I gotta show you around.â Biograft opted not to respond, recognizing his lack of choice in the matter. He looks at the double-headed spear Medkit hands him, the ends having been taken from his old swords, but theyâre now the same teal his lights are. He takes it and steps back in order to spin it a few times, feeling the new weight in his hands. âHavinâ fun?â He stops as Scythe speaks, âNow, I got one last thing before we get going, you need a name lil guy!â
Biograft looks at her confused, so she continues, âWell we canât just keep callin' ya Biograft, youâll get mixed up with the others! So letâs give you a real name-â
Before Scythe gets a chance to continue, Biograft interrupts, âI want Medkit to pick it.â
Scythe chuckles under her breath and the two of them look at Medkit expectantly. Medkit thinks to himself for a moment. Seeing as he should be named after his gear the first word to come to mind was jägerstock; however, that doesnât run off the tongue particularly well. Itâs also known as a hunting staff⌠âHunter.â
Biograft, no, Hunter stares at him before nodding, âThat is my name now,â he looks at Scythe, âHunter.â
âWell then, since thatâs settled, we oughta get goin,â She walks to the door, motioning for Hunter to follow her, âSee ya round âKit.â
Hunter looks at Medkit for a moment, having so much more to say, but only manages to get out, âBye,â with an implied, âfor now I hope,â before leaving. Medkit returns a quick goodbye as Hunter walks through the door.
Being left alone, Medkit reflects. The remaking of Hunter's gear was a familiar process, it reminded him of just how much he missed his old work. Gods, he hated being a doctor. It was such a miserable thing. But he couldnât just stop. Not when there are people to help. Thatâs why he lives, isnât it? Thatâs why he has the abilities he does. Why his crystal is different from Subspaceâs at least.
The two had carved tangible pieces of the Iphinity which solidified into the crystals they used for power. It asked them what they wanted. Subspace said to destroy, Medkit said to help. The equipment they used has long been destroyed and Medkit made sure to take his notes before leaving. It would take Subspace some time to figure out how to repair the machinery missing half the processes for such.
Subspaceâs crystal was much better at holding and channeling energy, while Medkits was better for manipulating it. That was how he healed people, simply reversing their wounds. Itâs how heâs able to revive them.
It helps people, but he hates it.
He hates it. He hates the panic of being too late. He hates the chance that there may be a day where he cares for those he could save no more than Subspace does his test subjects. He hates that he cares underneath it all. He hates that he knows that day has long been coming. He hates it. He hates it. He hates it.
But what he hates most, is that there are demons he canât save, because he knows heâs one of them.
A couple days pass, Scythe training Hunter and teaching him the churchâs ways. If it werenât for The Fatherâs energy keeping him alive, he wouldnât have followed any of the beliefs they were spoon feeding him. Though, he only took a couple to heart.
He doesnât need sleep, but finds mild satisfaction in it, so he continues the habit. Today Scythe wakes him, seeming quite excited, âGet up! You got yer first mission today!â He gets up from his bed, leaving the mostly empty room and follows behind Scythe as they walk through the church's halls. âItâs a simple one, weâre gettinâ some gears for a dear patron of the church. Itâll be interesting seeing how ya do against a triple for your first kill, but I think youâll do fine.â
Confused, he asks, âA triple? Please clarify.â
Scythe laughs, âA triple is a demon whoâs gear has three main parts, instead of the usual one. Theyâre rare, âbout as rare as healers. Doubles, like me, are still pretty rare, but not as much as them. The one youâll be goinâ after is named C.G. and wields a saber, rifle, and flag. Weâll be makinâ our way to Thieveâs Den.â Hunter nods, remaining quiet for a few seconds as he takes in the information.
âYou said this would be my first kill. That is incorrect, unless you mean in the context of my working for the church.â Scythe stops in front of him and starts laughing.
She turns to face him, âAw, bless your heart! You really think what youâve done before counts?â
He looks at her confused, âWhy wouldnât it? Those demons are dead.â
She continues to laugh, Hunter unable to tell if itâs genuine or mockery. She takes a deep breath before staring him down, âLet me ask you somethinâ, have you ever felt the weight of a life in your hands?â Before he can respond, she steps closer, âI know youâve killed, but that wasnât when you were living, that was when it was all you were meant for. All you were made for, because you were just a machine. Donât misunderstand, you're still a machine, but youâre alone now. An individual that can think and feel fer itself, bearinâ the burdens of life. You havenât killed like this.â She takes another step forward, âYou have to take now, knowing you can be taken from just the same. You have a life now, you have something- well, someone, to loose. Still think you can kill the same?â Hunter finds himself unable to respond, tense. She grabs his shoulders, âAw, youâll be okay, thereâll be consequences if you canât, but I know you it in you. Besides, familyâs here to help, Iâll be watching your first couple missions, so donât worry about anythinâ goinâ too wrong, alright?â Hunter hesitantly nods. Scythe lightly pats his shoulders before stepping away and the two of them leave the church.
âDAMN ITâ Sucpace yells while throwing various supplies off one of his lab tables, glass shattering and various substances sprawling out on the floor. Hyperlaser observes his tantrum from afar. He had come to ask about the sudden drop in security, but found this instead.
âWhat the hell happened?â Whatever it was was definitely going to mean lots of work for him, so better to just get to the point.
âThey got away! They- Medkit and that Biograft, theyâre alive and they got away!â Subspaceâs voice chokes up as he starts a coughing fit.
âA Biograft? Really?â That would explain the current state of things, but it was still hard to believe. Still not fully understanding, Hyperlaser asks a bit more forcefully, âWhat happened.â
Clearing his throat, âI had him cornered. Biograft was supposed to help, I had him. Medkit was right there in front of me, and that corrupted Biograft punched me off! Medkitâs bullet took a chunk of my side!â He motions dramatically to the injury. âThen they ran off!â he grips the table, about ready to throw it like he did with all the supplies which previously rested on it. âHe took it! He broke him! He-â
Hyperlaser cuts him off before he could get too absorbed in his rant, âI assume you want me to retrieve him?â
Subspace pauses for a moment before grinning under his mask, seemingly a bit calmer, âNo, no itâs fine, Iâll get back at him! Iâll just go back to the plan I had before! Itâll be perfect! Iâll take from him like he did to me!â As Subspace starts to laugh to himself, Hyperlazer decides that itâd be smart to leave. Subspace, not really noticing or caring about his exit, brings out an older set of files and starts writing on a nearby whiteboard.
All he has to do is kill Sword! Thatâs all! Heâll kill him, figure out some way of animating his corpse, and use him to get to dear olâ Meddy! And once Meddy is dealt with, fixing that rogue robot is next on the list. How dare Medkit corrupt his son. Thereâs nothing wrong with Biograft, all his inventions are as flawless as he is! This one just needs some⌠correcting! With Meddy out of the way, itâll be easy! But first things first, that son of a sword.
He arrives in a desolate grassland. Thereâs only one person other than him and Scythe. Thatâs the target, just a quick kill, then heâs done.
He arrives at a house. Thereâs only one demon inside. A Slow and painful death is what he deserves.
Hunter quietly approaches them, weapon ready in his hands.
Subspace begins flooding Swordâs house with a newer variation of his usual poison gas.
They stand and turn to face Hunter. They remain in a cold silence, waiting for the other to make a first move.
The Homeâs air is suddenly chilling, but it takes Sword a while to notice somethingâs wrong. He hears his front door open and stands up. He sways and almost almost falls over going to see who just came in. He can't see much more than a tall figure, but thereâs only one person who would walk into his home unannounced like this.
Itâs hard to tell who swung first, but it didnât matter considering neither of their attacks were hitting. Hunter still being unused to his weapon put him at a disadvantage. The demon he was fighting was weak, but knew how to use their gear in ways that made up for it. All it took to get them on the ground was a slight misstep and a smart calculation.
âDad?â
âGo on, just make it quick.â
A sharp pain in his gut followed by laughter and a distorted voice, âOh dear child, is that who the poison made you see?â he asks mockingly before continuing to laugh. He pulls the weapon out of him, watching as Sword falls to the ground. He says, âYou both deserve this.â before stabbing him once again.
Hunter was caught off guard by the sudden surrender. The fight was a difficult one, but they were fighting. Perhaps there was something more he was missing, but he had to focus and get this over with.
As Sword lays bleeding out before him the air starts to feel tense, and not because of his poison. Without warning Subspace is suddenly thrown into a wall, it almost breaking from the impact. He coughs and takes a moment to regain himself before looking forward and seeing someone holding Sword.
And with one swift movement, it was.
They were gone.
They were gone, lying still, resting.
Scythe steps forward as Hunter stares at the body before him. For the first time since having the ability to feel, he felt nothing. Blank and void. Or perhaps he was feeling so much he just couldnât feel it. Regardless, he was numb. Trapped. Scythe Picks up one of the gears, âAw look, babyâs first kill!â Sheâs about to congratulate him, but without warning a familiar red rope wraps around him and steals him away. âSFoTH Damnit!â she huffs, picking up the gears and chasing after Hunter and his captor.
The rope around Hunter lets go as he finds himself next to Katana. âSo you are the Biograft he mentioned.â
Hunter had questions, but they both knew it wasnât long before Scythe found them, âMy name is Hunter. Who told you about me?â
Katana sighed, âHyperlaser.â Before Hunter asked anything more he asked, âWhy? Why do you join them? They are corrupt. You are a hatchling young and blind. They are clipping you of wings you have yet to grow.â
âFor someone I care about.â Biograft stands, readying his weapon.
A few moments pass, Katana processing his words, âI see. Then I shall cut you down as I would any of them.â He begins charging his weapon. Before either can move, Scythe steps in.
âWell, well, well, been a while hasnât it?â Scythe smiles at Katana.
âFar too long. I'll see to it that your head is permanently severed from your body." He grimaces under his mask.
She chuckles "How violent! It's funny how some things never change." Scythe turns to Hunter, âWeâll leave for now, donât need to drag the newbie into this! Câmon.â Scythe turns invisible, Hunter copies.
âYour corruption truly knows no bounds,â is the last thing they hear from Katana as they escape back to the church.
This was not good, not in the slightest. Sword was dead yes, but now his father was beating Subspace to a pulp. Venomshank knew he would outlive Sword, he always knew that. Relationships of any kind between gods and mortals never ended happily. But this wasnât how Sword was supposed to die. This wasnât when Sword was supposed to die. That boy had so much potential, and was such a kind soul, only to die like this. Venomshank shouldâve been faster, he shouldâve dropped what he was doing the second something felt off, shouldâve trained him better, shouldâve spent more time with him, shouldâve⌠Shouldâve better shown his care. Showed his love. Showed how Sword is and always will be a part of him. He shouldâve actually followed through on his duty and promise to always be there for him.
But heâs already gone. The cause of his death almost gone too. Though Subspace is laying on the ground, coughing and wheezing, somethingâs wrong. Heâs going to do something, but what?
Itâs well known that when two phighters sacrifice their gear to the spawn, they obtain a biological child. The SFoTH deities being the exception. So what if one sacrificed their gear to god? A gear is attached to oneâs soul, thereâs plenty of worth in it. But is it enough for a blessing? Subspace had gone over the possibilities before, it was likely nothing would happen, especially considering the decay starting to corrupt his gear, but what else was there to do? He wasnât going to just lie there and accept death, he was supposed to be making others do that! So in a last ditch effort, he calls to the only god he thought would respond and offers himself.
âILLUMINA!!â
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2 goals for willy styles against the isles!! (hehe that rhymes đ¤Ł)
can we get a fic or blurb about celebrating his goals đ¤Š
literally writing a blurb only because the isles won đ as much as i love willy, i need an isles win even more, but ANYWAY onto the smut!
itâs a tradition that you and william âcelebrateâ his goals in some way. usually itâs a post game blow job or you let him pick the position and do what he wants with you
when he scores two against the islanders, even though it ends up being a toronto loss, you text him and tell him that itâs his choice tonight - he gets to pick the goal celebration
back at home, williamâs still fully clothed when he has your naked and bent in half on the bed, cunt dripping with arousal. your knees are practically at your ears and his head is between your thighs, licking and sucking at your clit until youâre screaming
heâs lapping up your arousal like heâs dying of thirst, his hips moving as he ruts into the mattress while you come all over his face
âgood girl,â he praises you, biting the inside of your thigh and licking at the come that drips out of your entrance. âi think you can do better thoughâ
he wants you to squirt for him
youâre a trembling mess on the bed, williamâs clothes are gone and heâs flipped you onto your stomach so he can lift your hips into the air and finger you for a few minutes until youâre nice and soaked for his cock to slide right in with no resistance
a wail rips out of your mouth when he plunges into you, bottoming out in two quick, smooth strokes. his fingers keep steady pressure on your clit and the head of his cock batters your g-spot.
âfeels so good, älskling,â william groans, draping his chest over your back to change the angle and get deeper. you clench around him and he grunts into your hair, pinching your clit and driving his hips into your ass
you chant his name, sobbing into the pillow with each heavy thrust of his cock into your cunt. pleasure coils tight in your stomach and it doesnât take too much more for him to give you a second orgasm, your cunt spasming around his cock. you didnât squirt though and william clicks his tongue, cock still hard and thick inside of you
âälskling, love, i scored two goals tonight,â he coos, stroking down the line of your spine. âthat second one was a beauty, right? now be a good girl for me and get messy. i know you can squirt, youâre so good at itâ
you whine and wriggle under him, overwhelmed and sore. everything feels swollen and the hard press of williamâs cock against your g-spot is making you see stars. ân-no more. i canât,â you shake your head and william wraps his hand around your hair, tugging a little so your back arches
âyou can, youâre so good. give me one more, remember itâs my goal celebration,â he replies, voice hoarse. his hips snap against your ass, flesh jiggling, and you scream his name when you come a third time, gushing around his cock and soaking the mattress and his lower stomach. william comes inside you a few strokes later, grunting into your hair and stroking your hip
youâre both spent after that, flopped on the mattress to catch your breath before going to clean up. williamâs come is leaking out of you, dripping down the curve of your ass and he drags his fingers through the mess lazily, smearing it on your thighs and stomach. he yawns, adrenaline from the game and sex finally wearing off, and mutters, âgonna put a baby in you on my next multi goal night. thatâs what i want for the celebration, okay, älskling? gonna put a baby in you and watch you get soft and round with my kid.â
a little squeak forms in the back of your throat and your hips twitch up into his touch, your body not entirely opposed to the idea
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Can't stop thinking about being Luca's pillow princess (age gap, inexperienced, he's showing you how well he can take care of you) I could go on
Oh have you come to the right place. đŠâĽď¸ (18+, age gap! everyoneâs a consenting adult)
- Youâre so shy and embarrassed because you feel like you know NOTHING about sex but heâs all smiles and soothing words. Heâs more than happy to show you.
- You just lay back on the pillows. Donât worry about lifting a finger, because he wonât have it. You just lay there and be his beautiful babe.
- Undressing you piece by piece, so patient and soothing as he reveals more and more of you. Kisses everywhere, mumbles about how beautiful you look. Donât plan on ever speaking negative about yourself. Youâre an angel to him.
- Once youâre naked heâs taking a moment to just gawk. No no, donât cover yourself up. He wants to just marvel in your beauty, how someone like you ended up with an old man.
- (you have to remind him every now and then he isnât old)
- He starts letting his hands roam. Squeezing your tits and teasing your nipples, noting how you react and what you enjoy. Kissing along your neck and jaw, noting how your breathing hitches when his teeth graze a certain spot
- Every other guy youâve been with (and it hasnât been many) have rushed through the moment, focused on getting themselves off. But having someone take the time to just study you.. Itâs new.
- Oh god when his huge hand slides between your legs.. Fingers exploring your soaked folds, teasing your clit before easing a finger in.. You think youâve died and gone to heaven.
- âYou like that?â Heâs asks in that deep, soothing voice. It isnât rhetorical, he wants an answer. He wants to know youâre enjoying yourself. And all you can do is nod and beg for more.
- He takes his sweet time fingering you, adding a digit and curling his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside of you like an expert and grazing it each time.
- Your sweet little whimpers and moans, the way youâre arching of the bed.. He wants to do this all night.
- He cups your pretty little pussy as he fingers you, palm grazing your clit while his lips find yours. Swallowing your moans and bringing you to your first orgasm of the night. And your head is spinning. You didnât know it could be this good.
- He wants to taste you, oh god, but he doesnât want to overwhelm you all in one night. He decides to save that for later.
- He gives you a moment to breathe while he gets up and undresses himself, and youâre mesmerized. Heâs so muscled, broad and strong.. Youâre already burning for more.
- But the size of him.. Heâs definitely the biggest youâve been with and how the hell is that going to fit?
- He must see the panic in your face because heâs crawling back over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek, voice soft as he mumbles against your skin. âIâll be gentle, donât worry.â
- You simply nod and bite your lip, legs spreading for him and heâs praising you, making you blush. You feel the head of his cock between your folds, rubbing and teasing, and part of you is bracing for the rough entrance every other guy gave you.
- But heâs easing in so gently, so slow, your thighs relax and it almost doesnât hurt. But heâs so fucking thick, the stretch makes you whimper.
- Heâs cooing and distracting you with little kiss, hips nudging in bit my bit. Youâre soaking him so thoroughly, it makes it a bit easier. Itâs when you feel his fingers on your clit, circling and pressing on that sensitive bud your heavy breathing turns to moans.
- Youâre so distracted by his fingers you donât notice heâs sunk in completely, filling you to the brim and more. Heâs studying your face, the way your hips are twitching to find some friction, your parted lips and quick breathing.
- And heâs giving you everything you need. Slow, deep strokes, letting you feel everything. Every inch, every drag of his cocks against your walls, the way his hips are pressing into yours so he can fit deeper, deeper.
- And youâre a mess. Hands twisted in the sheets, back arched, legs spread so wide for him. No oneâs made you feel this way, no oneâs brought you such pleasure.
- He isnât worried about his orgasm, heâs focused on yours. And something this good, he has you falling apart in no time. Clenching around him, crying out, toes curling. He holds your hips and helps you ride it out before slipping out of you.
- This was only the beginning of everything he wanted to show you
#swat cbs#swat#swat x reader#dominique luca#dominique luca x plus sized reader#dominique luca smut#dominique luca x reader
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December 2024
It's another week before Buck gets released, and it's a weird one. Eddie is no stranger to the heavy, empty feeling that overtakes the firehouse whenever a member of the 118 is missingâit haunted the station when Chim left to track down Maddie, when Hen traded in her turnout gear for a white coat, when Bobby stepped out on them, and every single time Buck was taken from then. It's always felt bad. It's always felt like, well, like losing a family member. That's what the 118 is, after all: family.Â
But something is different this time, and Eddie can't put his finger on it. When he brings it up to the others, Chim jokes that it might be because this time, Buck's absence is not because of a word that starts with Lâleg, lawsuit, lightning strikeâand that gets a laugh out of Eddie.Â
"Probably," he says, and puts the weird feeling aside until the end of the shift.Â
Until he comes home.Â
Until he sits in his (quiet, empty) house, a house he plans on selling even though he's never known a place that felt more like home than this, on his couch that suddenly feels too big for just one person, and he thinks back to that night when Buck came to visit him, minutes after Eddie opened the door to a brand new world of light, where freedom and joy replaced guilt and self-loathing. It had all felt so new, so dauntingly full of possibility, soâoverwhelming.
November 2024
"Tommy and I broke up," Buck tells him after the movie ends, three empty bottles in front of him and a fourth one, still mostly full, sitting between his thighs.Â
"Oh," Eddie says, momentarily forgetting his good manners. Then, belatedly, "Sorry."Â
Buck shrugs. It's not dismissive. He looks over, eyes dark, and Eddie knows it then, with a quiet yet life-changing kind of certainty: If he made a move now, Buck would not turn him down.Â
He could change everything. In a matter of moments, he could redefine everything they are, and Buck would let him.
He doesn't make a move. Buck was dating Tommy for six months and Eddie⌠Eddie isn't wearing pants. His face still feels naked, freshly shaven.Â
They have time, he thinks.Â
They have time.Â
It becomes his mantra. They have time, when Buck wants to call Tommy. They have time, when he gets annoyed with Eddie for stealing his phone. They have time, when Buck offers to help Eddie find a place, because that kind of shit takes time. You can't rush it. It's going to be weeks until he finds a house that works for him, maybe even months.
They have time. Until time runs out. They have time, until he finds himself kneeling over Buck on a darkened freeway, covered in blood that isn't his own.Â
December 2024
All that is going through his head when he sits on his too-big couch, just a few days before Christmas. Life may seem endless, sometimes, but nobody has all the time in the world. In the end, that's probably what makes him do it.Â
"Are you sure you want to go home?"Â
It's the next day. He's at the hospital, helping Buck pack, when the question slips out. Buck, struggling to put his socks on without popping his stitches, stops what he's doing and turns to look at Eddie, who is fiddling with the cord of Buck's phone charger, weaving it between his fingers.Â
"Uh," Buck starts, a confused smile dimpling his stubbly cheek, "IâI don't think I've got a choice. Even if I wanted to spend Christmas in the hospital, they kind of need the room."
"No," says Eddie, "look."
He pauses. Buck has no idea what he means. In a way, that little misunderstanding is a blinking exit sign. Eddie could still back out. No harm done, not yet.Â
Backing out is not an option. They don't have that much time.
He puts the charger in Buck's bag and sits down on the bed. They're at least two feet apart but Buck tracks his every move, and Eddie feels those blue eyes on his skin like a physical touch. They've been here before. Then, Eddie was the one with the bullet wound and Buck was in for a surprise.Â
"Are you sure you want to go back to the loft?" he elaborates. Buck drags his teeth across his bottom lip, pulls it into his mouth. Eddie doesn't let this distract him. "You just got shot. Might be good to have a medic around."
Buck releases his lip. Slowly, it stretches into a beautiful smile.Â
"Can't argue with that logic," he says.Â
Eddie mirrors his smile. It feels like release, like a celebration, like dancing around his living room for the sake of happiness and happiness alone.
Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now itâs a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.
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#911 countdown to christmas#buddie#buck x eddie#buddie fic#buddie fics#buddie 911#evan buckley#eddie diaz#mine#911 spoilers
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i do often like to think about how late 20's bakugou would tell you he's a virgin i think about it a lot
#how would he do it.....#GOD i will go insane every time i think about him having sex with someone he cares about for the first time i just picture him getting so#overwhelmed in a GOOD WAY like. everything feels so good and his face is a deep red and he's breathing so hard and kind of just putty in#your hands WOOOOOOOF you're gonna have to put me down#âż thoughts: bakugou
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when choso first learns about what facesitting really is, he brings it up after a make out session thatâs left you both hot and heavy. heâs tugging on your hand, practically begging you to take a seat.
âi-iâm not sure,â you stutter, unsure. âwhat if you suffocate or something? i donât wanna hurt you..â
the look he gives you is one of pure need and longing. âi donât care, just sit baby. please.â
for good measure, choso gives you a little pout, breaking into giggles and a smile once you slip your panties and shorts off. your thighs tremble as you hover above his face, eyes squeezing shut at the heat of his breath against your sticky cunt.
âmmm, thatâs no good,â he remarks, large hands rising to your hips and settling lightly. âi told you, sit down.â chosoâs strong, yanking you down hard onto his face; you feel and hear his muffled moan when your pussyâs all over his whole face.
âchoso!â
âso, so fucking good,â choso gasps against you, holding your squirming body in place as his tongue laps and laps at your sticky cunt.
beneath you, his bodyâs sweltering with heat, racing through every nerve like electricity while tight pressure builds in his cock. with a glance over your shoulder, you notice his hips rutting into the air as he searches for friction.
âcho,â you sob, so overwhelmed you actually feel tears building in your eyes, âi-i wanna suck you off, âs not fairââ
he easily lifts you and peers up at you from between your thighs, face flushed and shining with your slick. with a shaky finger, you nudge some of his hair away from his forehead.
âdonât want you to,â itâs painful to say, because he really does, but thatâs simply a distraction for the both of you. âbaby,â he murmurs gently, âi want you to focus on cumming for me, âs all, okay?â
you nod quietly, and the gesture is met with a mild slap to your ass. âokay, cho,â the moment the words leave your bitten lips, heâs pulling you back down and greedily drinking all of you in, taking whatever he can get.
chosoâs ministrations encourage you to roll your hips against his face; a light bump of his nose to your clit has you crying out and grinding all over him. thatâs right, he thinks, stars in his closed eyes. he wishes he could tell you to use him to get off, but heâd have to lift you up and he doesnât want to even breathe.
unconsciously, he matches your pace, his hips rising into the air in synchrony with your own. one of your hands slips into his silky hair and tugs; heâs your anchor, keeping you somewhat steady although heâs the reason you canât stop shaking.
âchoso,â you wail loudly, angling your hips to let him take your clit between his lips and suck, âoh, iâm so close, âm gonna cum soonââ
from between your thighs, choso sees everything: the parting of your lips, the way your face crumbles in absolute pleasure, the brief moment of stillness as you fully fall over the edge.
itâs too much and not enough, but he cums too.
âc-cumming, choso,â is all you can muster, riding out your orgasm on his face and tongue while his hips buck wildly into the air.
the muffled moan you feel deep in your cunt makes you gasp, pulling away at the feeling of overstimulation, but heâs holding you tight. a look over your shoulder at the right moment, and you watch as his clothed cock explodes, gushing cum and soaking his boxers.
after all your squirming and pulling away, choso finally lets you go with crescent moon indents in your plush skin and a loud huff.
âi wasnât done,â he heaves, skin smeared with your cum. itâs glossy and messy, but he wonât think about washing it off until youâve cum at least three more times.
âbut you came and everything, iââ
choso silences you by sealing his lips against yours, and you can briefly taste yourselfâ sweet, just like heâs always said.
âa few more times, please?â
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Alligator Body Language and You, or: How To Know When An Alligator On Social Media is Being Stressed for Views
Alligators are wild animals. Despite the idiotic claims of animal abusers like Jay Brewer, they cannot be domesticated, which means they are always going to react on the same natural instincts they've had for millions of years. Habituated, yes. Tamed, yes. Trained, definitely. Crocodilians can form bonds with people- they're social and quite intelligent. They can solve problems, use tools, and they're actually quite playful. Alligators are also really good at communicating how they're feeling, but to somebody who doesn't spend much time around them, their body language can be a bit mystifying. And it doesn't help when social media influencers are saying shit like this:
That is not what a happy gator looks like.
That's a terrified, furious gator who isn't attacking because the ogre handling her has her in a chokehold. She's doing everything she can to express her displeasure, and he's lying about it because he knows his audience doesn't even know how to think critically about what he's doing. He knows that because his audience doesn't know anything about these animals, he can get away with it. This I think is why I hate him so much- he deliberately miseducates his audience. He knows what he's doing is factually inaccurate, he just doesn't care because attention means more to him than anything else in the world.
Let's change that! Here are two really important lessons for understanding alligator body language on social media.
Lesson 1: Alligators Don't Smile (in fact, most animals don't)
So what's going on in this video? Jay Brewer is aggressively choking his white alligator Coconut while scrubbing algae off of her with a toothbrush. And make no mistake, he is digging into the creature's throat while she is visibly distressed. He claims she's happy- but she's not. He is willfully misrepresenting what this animal is feeling. That's a problem, because people... well, we actually kind of suck at reading other species' body language. The reason for this is that we tend to overlay our own responses on their physical cues, and that's a problem. For example, let's look at an animal with a really similar face to ours, the chimpanzee. Check out Ama's toothy grin!
Wait, no. That's not a happy smile. That's a threat display. When a chimpanzee "smiles," it's either terrified and doing a fear grimace, or it's showing you its teeth because it intends on using them in your face.
How about a dog? Look at my smiling, happy puppy!
Oh wait no, this is a picture of Ryder when he was super overwhelmed by noise and people during a holiday party. He'd hopped up in my sister's lap to get away from stuff that was happening on the floor and was panting quite heavily. See the tension in the corners of his mouth and his eyes? A lot of the time when a dog "smiles," the smile isn't happy. It's stress! Why Animals Do The Thing has a nice writeup about that, but the point is, our body language is not the same as other species. And for reptiles, body language is wildly different.
For instance, look at these two alligators. Pretty cute, right? Look at 'em, they're posing for a Christmas card or something! How do you think they're feeling?
Well, I'll tell you how the normal one is feeling. He's annoyed! Why is he annoyed? Because the albino just rolled up, pushed another gator off the platform, and is trying to push this guy, too. I know this because I actually saw it happen. It was pretty funny, not gonna lie. He's not gaping all the way, but he was hissing- you can actually see him getting annoyed in the sequence I took right before this shot. Look at him in this first shot here- he's just relaxing, and you can see he isn't gaping even a little bit.
By the end, he's expressing displeasure, but not enough to actually do anything about it. He's annoyed, but he's comfy and that's where one of the best basking areas is, so he'll put up with it.
Reptiles open their mouths wide for a lot of reasons, but never because they are actively enjoying a sensation. Unless they're eating. No reptile smiles- they can't. They don't even have moveable lips. If a reptile is gaping, it's doing so because:
It is doing a threat display.
It is making certain vocalizations, all of which are threats. Alligators are one of the rare reptiles that do regularly vocalize, but most of their calls aren't made with a wide open mouth.
It is about to bite something delicious or somebody stupid. Check out this video- virtually all of the gaping here is anticipatory because these trained gators know darn well that the bowl is full of delicious snacks. (I have some issues with Florida's Wildest, but the man knows how to train a gator AND he is honest about explaining what they're doing and why, and all of his animals are healthy and well-cared for, and he doesn't put the public or his staff at risk- just himself.)
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It's too hot and it has opened its mouth to vent some of that heat and thermoregulate. This is the main reason why alligators will often have their mouths part of the way open, but sometimes they'll open all the way for thermoregulation. This is what a thermoregulatory gape looks like- usually it's not all the way open, kinda more like < rather than V, but you can't say that 100% of the time. Additionally, a thermoregulatory gape... typically happens when it's hot out. If they're inside, maybe they've been under their basking light for too long. Heat's the dominant factor, is what I'm getting at.
There is another reason that a captive crocodilian might be gaping, and that's because it's doing so on command. Some places have their gators trained to gape on cue, like St. Augustine Alligator Farm and other good zoos. They have the animals do this in presentations that are genuinely educational. They ask the animals to open their mouths so that they can show off their teeth and demonstrate how their tongues seal off the back of their mouth. They'll also do it as part of routine healthcare, because looking at their teeth is important.
In this case, the animals aren't gaping because they're stressed, they're gaping because they know they're gonna get a piece of chicken or fish if they do it. And what's more, they're doing it on cue. They have a specific command or signal that tells them to open wide. It's not an instinctive response to a situation. It's trained. If the animal provides the behavior after a cue, the situation is much less likely to be negatively impactful.
It's also important to remember that there's a difference between a partially open mouth and a gape! As discussed above, alligators will often have their mouths a little bit open just to maintain temperature homeostasis. It helps them stay comfy, temperature-wise. These guys are all doing thermoregulatory open-mouthed behavior- that slight open and relaxed body posture is a dead giveaway. (That and it's the hottest spot in the enclosure.)
Lesson 2: A Happy Gator Is A Chill Gator
So if alligators don't smile or have facial expressions other than the :V that typically signifies distress, how else can you tell how they're feeling? One way is stillness. See, alligators subscribe to the philosophy of if it sucks... hit da bricks.
Basically, if they hate it, they'll leave. Unless, y'know, somebody has their meaty claws digging into their throat or is otherwise restraining them. (Restraint isn't always bad, btw. Sometimes the animal is going through a medical thing or needs to be restrained for their safety- which a responsible educator will explain.)
Let's look at a very similar scenario, in which a captive alligator is getting his back scrubbed.
As you can see, it's quite different. First, he's not being restrained at all. Second, look at how relaxed he is! He's just chilling there vibing! He could simply get up and leave if he wanted to, because he's not being held. Towards the end of the video, as he lifts his head, you can see that his respiratory rate is very even as his throat flutters a bit. I'm not sure what this facility is, so I can't comment on care/general ethics, but like. In this specific case, this is an alligator enjoying being scrubbed! And you can tell because he's not doing anything. A happy gator is content to be doing what they're doing.
Why Should I Listen To You?
Now, you should ask yourself, why should you listen to me? Why should you trust me, who does not own an alligator, versus Jay Brewer, who owns several?
Well, first off, there's no profit for me in telling you that what you're seeing on social media is in fact not what you're being told you're seeing. I'm not getting paid to do this. That's the thing with people who make social media content. The big names aren't doing it just for fun. They're doing it for money. Whether that's profit through partnerships or sponsorships, or getting more people to visit their facilities, or ad revenue, you can't ignore the factor of money. And this is NOT a bad thing, because it allows educators to do what they're passionate about! People deserve to be paid for the work that they do!
But the problem starts when you chase the algorithm instead of actually educating. A "smiling" alligator gets the views, and if people don't know enough to know better, it keeps getting the views. People love unconventional animal stories and they want those animals to be happy- but the inability to even know where to start with critically evaluating these posts really hinders the ability to spread real information. Like, this post will probably get a couple hundred notes, but that video of Coconut being scrubbed had almost 400,000 likes when I took that screenshot. Think about how many eyeballs that's reached by now. What I'm saying here is that it's just... really important to think critically about who you're getting your information from. What do dissenters say in the comments? What do other professionals say? You won't find a single herpetologist that has anything good to say about Prehistoric Pets, I can tell you that right now.
Another reason you can trust me is that my sources are not "just trust me bro," or "years of experience pretending my pet shop where animals come to die is a real zoo." Instead, here are my primary sources for my information on alligator behavior:
Dragon Songs: Love and Adventure among Crocodiles, Alligators, and Other Dinosaur Relations- Vladimir Dinets
The Secret Social Lives of Reptiles- J. Sean Doody, Vladimir Dinets, Gordon M. Burghardt
Social Behavior Deficiencies in Captive American Alligators (Alligator mississippiensis)- Z Walsh, H Olson, M Clendening, A Rycyk
Social Displays of the American Alligator (Alligator mississippiensis)- Kent Vliet
Social Signals and Behaviors of Adult Alligators and Crocodiles- Leslie Garrick, Jeffery Lang
Never smile at a crocodile: Gaping behaviour in the Nile crocodile at Ndumo Game Reserve, South Africa- Cormac Price, Mohamed Ezat, CĂŠline Hanzen, Colleen Downs (this one's Nile crocs, not American alligators, but it's really useful for modeling an understanding of gape behaviors and proximity)
Thermoregulatory Behavior of Captive American Alligators (Alligator mississippiensis)- Cheryl S. Asa, Gary D. London, Ronald R. Goellner, Norman Haskell, Glenn Roberts, Crispen Wilson
Unprovoked Mouth Gaping Behavior in Extant Crocodylia- Noah J. Carl, Heather A. Stewart, Jenny S. Paul
Thank you for reading! Here's a very happy wild alligator from Sanibel for your trouble.
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SHE'S A SUCCUBUS! â CHOSO KAMO
SYNOPSIS...as a sex demon, she can always sense the horny virgin boy whoâs dying to lose his virginity
INFO...choso x succubus!reader, sub!choso, virgin!choso, somnophilia, riding, overstim, creampie, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), slight ass eating, cum eating, doggy, squirting, choso is super needy and eager, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
Choso always felt left out when his friend would constantly talk about all the girls theyâve been with, all the experiences they had and what crazy shit they always got into. Heâd just sit there, silent. He couldnât relate to them not one bit. The closest heâs ever to having sex is his right hand or a sex toy. No girl ever looked his way, and his confidence was crushed. Theyâd only go after his friends, practically drooling over them. Not one of them spared a glance towards Choso.
He was begging to lose his virginity, dying to know what real pussy felt like, how soft tits felt in his hands or even some ass. God, donât even get him started on wondering what it feels like to receive head. His friends swear itâs the best thing ever as long as the girl knows what sheâs doing. He always watches porn, the women on their knees, slobbering all over the man dick like it was some divine dessert. He loved watching the way their pussies wrapped around the mans dick, just imagining how wet and warm it is. He was a lost cause. At this point, he was ready to pay someone to take his virginity. Literally.
And just like any other night, he goes back home, ready to fuck his fist to another average porn video before dozing off to sleep. Heâs been extremely horny lately, more than usual and he canât understand why. Not to mention the wet dreams heâs been having, waking up to cum in his pants like heâs a damn teenager. He doesnât know whatâs wrong with him, feeling the need to cum more and more everyday.
Hours later, heâs fast asleep, tossing and turning as he has another wet dream of someone riding him. He canât make out her face, but it feels so damn real. Everything does. Even her moans and the weight on top of him. âMmm,â he hums. His brows furrow. He can even hear the sound of skin on skin. His entire body feels like itâs on fire right now, like heâs been hit with some sort of sex pollen. Itâs more intense than ever.
Little does he know itâs not a wet dream, no, itâs you. The succubus whoâs been watching him for weeks, feeling his urgency to cum, to lose his virginity. Heâs summoned you without even realizing. And now you were riding him, gliding your wet pussy up and down his aching cock while he slept, waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes heâs no longer a virgin. He twists and turns when you run your clawed nails down his pale skin, smiling at the way he moans and whimpers in his sleep.
Choso couldnât take this overwhelming feeling anymore, forcing himself to wake up, prying his tired eyes open. But the feeling doesnât stop. The sounds donât stop. And certainly the woman is his dreams doesnt disappear when he opens his eyes. âWhaâahâwhat? WhoâŚ? Oh fuck!â He rasps, eyes darting around the room and over your naked body. âWhat the fuck? Oh my goddd.â As confused and scared as he is right now, he canât escape the pleasure coursing through him right now.
âShhh, shhh, just let me make you feel good. Youâve been dying for this havenât you? Iâm here to give you exactly what you want.â You slightly lean back, spreading your legs to let him get a clear view of the way your pussy sucks his cock in.
He looks at you with awe and confusion, but he canât help but give in, moaning so sweetly when you fully sink down. âWhoâŚwho are you?â He gasps, eyes widen when you clench your pussy around him.
âI know when cute virgins like you wanna lose their virginity. You summoned me, accidentally. Youâve been so worked up lately, huh? Well,â you smile, âthat was because of me.â His cock twitches inside of you, your hips bouncing faster and harder, watching the way he mouth falls open.
âFuck, fuck! Itâs feels so good,â he heaves, breathing heavily. His cheeks dusted a light pink. âI donât wanna cum just yet, please slow down. Please, pleaseânnghhh, fuckkkk.â Choso didnât stand a chance, shooting sticky ropes of cum into your pussy, his entire body quivering with how intense his orgasm was. âPlease, slow downâah, oh my god. It feels too goodââ His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you kept fucking him.
âIâll keep fucking you till thereâs nothing left.â You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, placing your lips on his while you kiss him with such fervor, with such sloppiness. His hands reach down, gripping the plush flesh of your ass. He swears heâs in heaven right now. This canât be real. No way a sex demon was taking his virginity right now. His dick was so sensitive, but still so hard. He knew he had so much cum left, the only thoughts he had were to fill you up over and over until it was dripping out.
He felt like he was losing his mind, fucking him so hard, creating a sloppy mess where you two met just so you can get him to cum again. Your devilish yet sweet giggles send chills up his spine and straight down to his already throbbing dick. With labored breaths, and his heart rattling against his rib cage, he already knows heâs going to cum again. So soon. âCome donât hold back on me. I want it all,â you growl in his ear. âIâll do whatever it takes to empty you dry and fuck you stupid.â
His trembling fingers grip onto your ass harder as he cries out, broken moans swallowed by your kisses and he canât help but cum again, filling up your tight pussy to the brim. You pull away from the heated kiss looking at the way his hazy eyes stare up at you with such desperation. You halt the movement of your hips and get up from his lap. âNo, no, wait. Where are you going?! Please, keep fucking me.â He sits up, watching you get on your knees. Poor thing looks like heâs almost about to cry.
And now he can get a real good view of you. The tail that swayed around and the small little horns that pointed from the top of your head. You really were a sex demon. Your hand took a firm grip on his throbbing cock, his tip leaking like it was begging you to make it cum again. âI can see your thoughts. Your nasty little thoughts.â You run a long stripe from his balls all the way to his tip, licking the excess cum off. Your tongue was freakishly long, but god did it feel so good on him. You spit on his cock, massaging it in as you stroke him, moving your hand in circular motions that make his hips jump. âSay it. I know what youâre thinking.â Your lips curl into a smirk, running the pad of your thumb over his slit.
âPutâŚput your mouth on it, please,â he says barely above a whisper, too shocked to even form proper words.
âLouder.â You massage his balls with your free hand, earning a guttural groan from him.
âPlease, put your mouth on it! Fuck, I wanna know how good it feels!â His lip quivers, his breathing quickening the closer your lips get.
âGood boy.â You smile, darting your tongue out and wrapping it around the base of his cock, swirling it around the head before you take him in your mouth. You stare at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. Glug, glug, glug.
The sound of you choking on his dick was like music to his hears, taking his all the way down your throat with no problem. How is he supposed to keep up? His brain is fried and his body already feels so weak from cumming two times in a row. But he canât stop. Itâs like youâve put some kind of spell on him to make him want more. âShit, Iâm all the way in,â he gasps, fall back onto the pillows. You pull him out of your throat, string of saliva connect from your lips to his cock as you continue stroking him. You were so messy, so nasty, but he loved it so fucking much because this is always how heâd picture it.
You spit back on his cock before taking him down your throat again without warning. âOh myâfuck me, Iâm gonna fucking cum again!â He whimpers. His body jolts and his abs tense up at the sensation, pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. Heâs so sensitive he canât help it. His hips buck up into your mouth and next thing he knows, heâs cumming down your throat. âNnngh shit!â He groans, each orgasm more intense than the last. Itâs like as time goes on, he canât help but get more horny, more greedy.
Within seconds heâs pulling you off his dick on bending you over, pulling your ass in the air. âIâm sorry, I canât stop, I canât stop, I canât,â heâs muttering to himself, sweat dripping down his body. He pushes every inch into you with such ease, like your pussy was made for him. âFeels so good, feels so good I canât stop stop,â he cries, rummaging his hips into you, fucking hard and fast.
âYouâre learning so quickly.â You smile from below him, pushing your ass back against his hips. He watches the way your ass bounces back on his dick and he becomes mesmerized. âThatâs it! Fuck me harder. Show me how badly you wanna cum in my pussy again,â you giggle.
Choso pushes your head into the mattress, broken moans falling from his lips. âI need it so badly, so fucking badly.â Your pussy grips him like a vice and he hisses at the tempting feeling.
âMake me squirt all over your cock! Come on, fuck me like you mean it!â You grip the sheets below you, feeling his swollen head press against your sweet spot over and over with each grueling thrust. Upon hearing your words, Choso remembers all those videos heâs watching of girls squirting, and to make you squirt just because of him makes his brain fuzzy. He keeps the same pace, huffing and panting when your pussy grows tighter. âYes! Yes!â You laugh, sighing in relief when he pulls out and clear liquid shoots from your pussy, coating his cock and sheets.
His eyebrows raise in amazement. âHoly fuck,â he watches the way your pussy leaks before urgently ramming his cock back inside of you. âDo it again. Squirt all over me again! Please! Itâs so fucking hot!â He begs as he pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. âWanna watch youânnnghâsquirt again!â
As if on cue, your pushy gushes around him again, soaking his thighs and his cock and just the sight of it makes him cum so hard heâs toppling over you. âFuck! Iâm cumming!â He thrusts deep inside of you, making sure not to waste even a drop. âYes, yes!â He huffs, bucking his hips. âI need to taste you, need to fuckingâmmm.â He drops to his knees, pulling your ass back against his face while his tongue slurps every drop his cum and your juices, licking through your sloppy folds and sucking on your clit.
âEager little thing, arenât you? Such a good, good boy.â You praise, reaching behind you, taking a fistful of his hair and pushing his face deeper into your cunt. His moans at your taste, his free hand reaching down to stroke his swollen and sensitive cock. He moves his tongue up and down, running back and forth between your clit and your ass, and back down to your hole. You quickly pull him away before sitting up.
âDid I do something wrong? Whyâd you stop?â He looks at with sad eyes.
âYouâre done.â You look down at his cock.
âNo, no, Iâm not. I promise I still have more. Just keep fucking me, let me eat your pussy or something! Donât leave!â He pouts, watching you crawl towards him.
âAs much as Iâd like to keep playing with you, youâre all out of cum, pretty boy.â You smirk. âIâve got other desperate virgins like you to attend to.â You ghost your lips over his and Choso leans in for a kiss but you pull back from him. âYouâre welcome.â
You disappear into a dark corner in his room, like you faded away into it. He runs to turn on his light and sees youâre completely gone. Heâs at a loss for words, standing in the middle of his room completely naked. He looks towards his bed, seeing the wet spots you had left. So it was real? No? Yes? He didnât know what to believe. He accidentally summoned a sex demon to take his virginity. If only he could do it again.
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â HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U ! ! ! â
synopsis. getting two sex-addicted hot demon bitches as your roommates wasn't exactly part of the contract, but they might just be the second best part of it. oh. and the best part? they are utterly, uncontrollably obsessed with you. wc. 5.3k
tags. top master! reader, bottom succubi! gojo & geto. reader has a cock. hardcore dom/sub. mean dom! reader, masochistic! gojo. threesome, womb tattoos, breeding kink, creampie(s), rimming, face-sitting, rough anal sex, multiple orgasms, riding, blowjob, male squirting, spanking, dacryphilia, somnophilia (slight dub-con), slut-shaming, degradation, praise kink, voyeurism, jealousy, felching, yandere! gojo undertones, aphrodisiacs, both of them are whiny, needy and hungry for your cock.
a/n. this might just be the filthiest thing i've ever written. do enjoy <3
In hindsight, you really, really should have known that your two roommates were promiscuous, sex-obsessed freaks before moving in with them. No, scratch that. You should have long known that they werenât even entirely. . . human.Â
Not that they were exactly being subtle with it. Once, you had walked in on Satoru naked in the middle of âcertain peculiar activitiesâ with his door half-open, wings, tail and dark pink womb tattoo on full display, stretching across the expanse of his lower abdomen in obscene heart-shaped swirls. You were taken aback at first, sure, but you werenât mean with it, even offering to keep his identity a secretâand he had taken your politeness for something more.Â
Now, he didnât even bother to hide it anymore. In point of fact, he flaunted it.Â
Satoru would curl his tail around your thigh playfully whenever he would walk past you in the house, stretching his horned fuchsia wings while shooting you a sultry over-the-shoulder glance whenever you were behind him, even purposefully wearing shirts a size too small around you so that the fabric would ride above his waist whenever he had to âstretchâ or reach for somethingâperfectly showing off his pretty womb tattoo.Â
It drove you insane with desire. And if that wasnât bad enough for you, Satoruâs best friend, who also happened to be a succubus and your other roommateâSuguru, decided that the white-haired succubus accidentally outing himself was his cue to start courting you.Â
You didnât even know that succubi courted. You supposed there was always a first for everything.Â
Suguru was far from being openly vulgar like Satoru was, but just as indicative of his wants. And that happened to be you. With long black hair, dark wings and a sharp, swift tail of the same colour, he was eerily gorgeous. He took his sweet time courting you, laying blooming red peonies all over your bed that worked as aphrodisiacs, spending his weekends making you wine-flavoured chocolates in the shape of hearts, hoping to get you drunk and all to himself. You would also constantly find missing pieces of clothing from the underwear section of your wardrobe, the distinctive mouth-watering scent of an aroused succubus left behind in their stead.Â
Satoru and Suguru were beautiful in a way that most things wereâpoisonous and addictive. You had told yourself that you wouldnât get swayed by their honeyed façade and fall into their trap. You had told yourself, but. . .Â
The last thing you expected to wake up to was a wet, searing mouth on your hard cock.Â
You groaned, shuddering as mind-numbing pleasure wracked through your body in overwhelming waves, reaching out blindly to hold onto something before it consumed youâfingers digging into the sheets so hard you heard it rip. You couldnât explain why or how it felt so good, the pleasure almost other-worldlyâthe sensation of an incredibly soft tongue licking up your length, dragging a trail of heat and drool on sensitive skin. The air smelt sweet, like roses and cherries, the sharp sting of arousal zipping up your spine as you took a deep whiff.Â
âD-does it feel good, master?â a voice panted, whined, âam I doing good for you?âÂ
You looked down to find two teary, dilated blue eyes staring up at you, and two you knew very well. âSatoru,â you managed, fighting down a shiver as his hot breaths smothered your shaft with unbearable warmth. Everything felt fuzzy and smelt too sweet, like someone had sprayed intoxicating perfume in your bedroom a thousand times over. âWhat the hell are you doing here?âÂ
He gripped your cock tighter with a pout, like he was worried that you would take away his favourite toy. âI just⌠I just thought I could make you f-feel better. Some de-stressing after a hard day, yâknow?â He sighed, rubbing his cheek against your spit-soaked length, raised tail quivering behind him, shyly curling forward to show off the heart-shaped end of it.Â
You couldnât help but look. Satoru was dressed in a satin white shrug shirt that fully exposed his plump chest while allowing his wings to stretch out prettily, and you followed the tempting curves of his toned torso down to where his womb tattoo was pulsing and glowing red, as though showing off that he was eager to be bred. He was wearing the sluttiest, tiniest pair of lingerie underwear that barely covered his ass, the cute bulge of his cock visible from the front, his weeping cockhead poking out, strapped to his stomach. His outfit gave you the perfect glimpse of his soft milky thighs, before the rest was obscured by cream lace stockings that hugged his legs perfectly, leaving you wanting more.Â
Sweet Lord. If this wasnât heaven, you couldnât even begin to imagine what heaven would be like.Â
The succubus trembled under your scrutinizing, squeezing his thighs together as though he wanted to hide the evidence of his arousal. âA-are you done looking?â he mumbled, glancing at you through his lashes. âCan I continue? Please, Iâve been so good and you know it.â You couldâve sworn you saw his pupils dilate even more when his gaze returned to your erect cock, a line of drool running down his chin as his throat bobbed, as though he were imagining what it would feel like to swallow your cum.Â
âHold on,â you breathed, carding your hand through his soft hair to gently stop him from getting closer to your crotch. âDoes Suguru know about this?âÂ
Satoruâs eyes flickered up to meet yours, his pout fading into something more. . . wary. âNo,â he said, quietly. âHe doesnât.âÂ
âIâd thought so. Suguru wouldnâtââÂ
âStop talking about Suguru,â he whined, like he was actually hurt over this. âSuguruâs not about to suck your cock.âÂ
You frowned. And what gave him the right to sneak into your room and do blasphemous things to your body while you were sleeping, then? You tightened your grip on his hair, just enough to make him let out a low, pitiful whimper. âAnd youâre going to be the one to do it, then, Satoru?âÂ
His eyes widened like a guilty child.Â
âIâm impressed,â you scorned, âYou actually think you deserve it.âÂ
Satoru bit his lip, as though he was turned on by your sudden change in behaviour. âI⌠Master, please. I-Iâm sorry, I couldnât help myself. Iâve been asking for it for ages, I just couldnât wait anymoreâI needed you so bad. Please let me make it up to you. Please, please,â he stammered, hands grasping your knees and thighs in almost desperation while looking up at you with a forlorn expression.Â
You looked at him, steering your expression into something like a leer.Â
âYou want to make it up to me? Is that so?â You pretended to think, scratching your nails lightly against his scalp, and he moaned softly, leaning into your touch. âFine. Get on the bed.âÂ
The succubus clambered onto the bed clumsily, settling on all fours as he looked at you over his shoulder with a deep flush, tail quivering with arousal. âL-like this?âÂ
âYeah, thatâs perfect,â you muttered, hands coming to rest on each of his asscheeks, kneading the flesh softly. Satoru whined, back pressing into an arch as he pushed his rump towards you, eager to please. âSo, tell me, Satoru. Iâm curious. What makes. . . a good slut?âÂ
âS-someone who listens to orders,â he replied, obediently.Â
âThatâs correct.â You whistled, hooking two fingers over the waistband of his underwear, slowly sliding it down to his knees until you completely exposed his leaking cock and hole, the latter clenching and dripping with⌠slick, like a pussy would. You went back to playing with his ass, ignoring it for the time being. âAnd does a good slut ever talk back to their master?âÂ
âNo,â he whimpered.Â
âWhat about,â you began, stroking his sensitive inner thighs, âtaking what they want without permission?âÂ
âNo,â he repeated, biting back a whine as a slow sense of dread filled him. âThatâs what⌠thatâs what n-naughty sluts do.â The words sounded strangely obscene in his mouth, and he flushed, ears turning red.Â
âVery good,â you praised. âLast question, Satoru. Youâve answered every question perfectly so farâthis one will be easy.â You flashed him a vicious smile, taking great pleasure in his ordeal. âDo you think naughty sluts deserve to be punished?âÂ
The succubus shivered in both fear and anticipation, swallowing harshly. âY-yes,â he whispered. âThey do.âÂ
Satoru didnât even have time to beg for mercy because your hand fell hard on his ass, the force of it sending a loud smack echoing across the room, making him jerk forward with a pleasured cry.Â
The pain was electric, and so was the pleasure, a white-hot burn curling in his lower stomach as his cock gave a violent lurchâSatoru doesnât think he has ever felt pleasure this good before in all his years of being a sex demon. You were a hard hitter too. The skin on his ass stung pleasantly, and he moaned out loud at the thought of you slapping his ass again and again until your handprint was burnt into his flesh, wanting more already.Â
âYou really are a slut,â you whispered, almost in awe.Â
âPlease,â he whined. He would take anything you were going to give himâpraise or punishment. He was yours.Â
You gently massaged the bruised area on his ass, leaning down to give it a tender kiss. âTurn around for me, baby.â You opted for a softer tone, trying to coax him into letting you see his face after the harsh treatment. You couldnât believe you ever thought that he was the danger here. Things were turning out in the most perfect way, you would believe it was a dream if not for how solid Satoru felt under your touch.Â
Satoru parted his lips, as though he wanted to argueâbut quickly remembered your words. The pain was good, incredibly good, but it was also fleeting. If this was his first and last chance with you, then he would make the pleasure last.Â
He flipped over on his back, removing his underwear and quietly spreading his shaky legs for you. His cock gave a weak twitch as your gaze swept across his body with interest, letting a low whine.Â
âGood boy, Satoru,â you muttered, eyes zeroing in on the heart-shaped swirls of his pulsing womb tattoo. Admittedly, you had looked it up on the internet and found out all sorts of things about succubi, terms that ranged from âbreedingâ and âfertilityâ to âcum-addictionâ, and you couldnât wait to experiment them on him. âGonna open you up now.âÂ
You rubbed your fingers against his soft and wet entrance, slathering them in his slick, before starting to push two in, just to be mean. The succubus was already panting, mindlessly arching his back and pushing against your fingers. âHah⌠Master⌠please, moreâŚâÂ
âMore what? Tell me what you want, Satoru.âÂ
Satoru let out a lewd cry as you rubbed at his sensitive walls, hips jerking. âP-Please!â he squeaked. âWant your cum⌠inside my womb.âÂ
You could feel a sadistic smile pulling at your lips. So this was his true objective. To be bred like a cockslutâno, an animal. An animal bound by divine instruction to reproduce again and again and again, brainlessly offering up its holes to be filled with semen until its belly swells with the early stages of pregnancy. Perhaps the rumours about succubi on the internet were true, after all.Â
You werenât going to give him what he wanted so easily, though. You werenât that niceâhe hasnât earned it yet.Â
âGreedy,â you settled for a simple comment, leer morphing into something more innocent. You made sure to crook your fingers at a certain angle while pumping them in and out of his drooling hole, searching for the spot that made his toes curl and back arch, a filthy wail forcing his lips to part. âYou sure you can handle that, baby?âÂ
âY-yeah,â Satoru moaned, âBreed me⌠please. Wanna carry masterâs children.âÂ
His womb tattoo glowed brighter, scorching hot underneath your touch. Satoru looked fucked out already and the night was still young, lidded eyes unfocused and glassy while he continued to grind down against your fingers, as though searching for something wider, thicker, deeper.Â
âSlut,â you snarled, and the word was barely fitting for how the succubus was acting. You pulled your fingers out, the emptiness making him ache. He gave a loud whine, his hips giving a desperate buck into the empty air, neglected cock red and hard, smearing pre-cum all over his womb tattoo.Â
ââm your good slut,â he babbled, slurred for how drunk and stupid he sounded. You were sure anyone standing outside your bedroom would hear him with how loud he was being.Â
His mouth felt empty, you decided. A little too empty. You hooked a thumb into the stretchy side of his mouth before rubbing your fingers on his bottom lip, and he gave a soft keen, parting his lips for you to slide them inside, before lightly sucking on themâtasting his own juices.Â
âIf you keep this up,â you warned, âSuguru will hear. You donât want him hearing me making you scream, do you, Satoru? Or are you more of a pervert than I thought?âÂ
âNo,â he said, muffled by your fingers stuffing his mouth full, tears dribbling down his cheeks.Â
âGood sluts donât talk with their mouth full,â you reminded him, gently brushing away his tears.Â
He shook his head quickly, whining. Satoru didnât like to share, and you knew that. You were his bond, his human. You didnât need another succubus. Right?Â
You bit down a smile at his blatant jealousy, pretending not to notice the presence right outside your room, the rustle of fabric unmistakableâbarely covered by Satoruâs loud whimpers. It was a little too early to reveal it, with how both of them were enjoying themselves. You would indulge them a little longer.Â
You coated your fingers with his spit generously before pulling them out, a string of drool connecting the two, before reaching down and unceremoniously plugging them back into his needy hole. Satoru yelped, trying to snap his thighs shut at the sudden intrusion, and you took the opportunity to guide them to wrap around your waist. He flushed, stammering out an apology, but you wouldnât miss this chance to tease him.Â
âLook at you, Satoru.â You continued to scissor him, occasionally pulling out to slather your cock with his sweet-smelling slick. âI havenât even put it in yet, and here you are, drooling like weâve been at it all night. Messy cockslut.âÂ
âYour cockslut,â he whimpered, and it sharpened into a keen when you slowly drove forward to dip the head of your cock in his hole. It clenched around you greedily, and it felt incredible even with only the tip in, soft and wet and hungry, warmth oozing into you, making you burn with desire. What was even more incredible was the fact that Satoru was crying, tears spilling over red, flushed cheeks as he struggled to stay still for you, wanting to please, wanting forgiveness. âHnngh⌠masterâŚâÂ
He was right. Satoru was your cockslut.Â
You leaned down to caress his wet cheek, the action only causing your cock to nudge deeper inside, the warm tightness nearly sending you into overdriveâmaking you moan. You had never been inside a hole this heavenly before. The snug stretch around your girth was insane, and if that wasnât enough, his hole kept on fluttering and clenching around you, making delicious sensations bleed into you.Â
So the myths were true, after allâsuccubi were demons crafted for the sake of providing pleasure.Â
Your vision was growing hazy with lust, the heat in your belly growing. The pleasure was almost too muchâbut you held on. You would drain him before he drained you.Â
Grabbing him by the thick of his hips, you buried yourself to the hilt in one go, and Satoru let out a wrecked cry, fingers bunching up the sheets at the sudden stimulation. His womb tattoo sizzled and pulsed obscenely, and you reached down to gently press your palm against it, making him whimper loudly.Â
You didnât know if you would be able to hold it in for much longerâwith how the poor thing was squirming on your cock, sweet slick coating your cock with every thrust in and drive out, the carnal smell of it all making your appetite grow tenfold, making you want to strip him of all dignity and devour.Â
âSatoru,â you murmured, thrusting forward, and he answered with a keening wail of your name. âIt seems like⌠we have a rather eager spectator. Should we invite him inside?âÂ
âWh-whatâŚâ Satoru said dumbly, whines interrupting his words as his eyes struggled to focus. âSpectatorâŚ?âÂ
âYeah.â You grinned as he realised who you were talking about, stiffening and shaking his head with a cry. He wanted to have you all to himself for a little longer⌠you havenât even cum inside him yet. This wasnât fair. âLetâs see if heâs just as much of a cock-hungry slut as you are, mm?âÂ
You turned your head to the door. âSuguru. Come in.âÂ
The door hesitantly creaked open, and Suguru stepped inside. Immediately, the sweetness of aroused succubi intensified in the room, a clash between Satoruâs sugary scent and Suguruâs honeyed one making you dizzy with want.Â
âMaster,â Suguru swallowed, a red flush on his cheeks. He was dressed in a revealing dark purple night-robe, a ravishing complement to the long, black hair that cascaded down his shoulders. He looked at the two of you calmly, but you didnât fail to notice the shine between his thighs, giving away how bothered he really was. âHow long have you known?âÂ
âQuite a while. Get on the bed and prepare yourself,â you ordered, turning back to the other succubus who was currently grinding himself senseless on your cock, little whines and pleas plucked out with each desperate roll of his hips. âIâll deal with you after Iâm done with Satoru.âÂ
Suguru listened obediently, laying down on the bed on his back, night robe gracefully falling open to reveal his purple womb tattoo, already throbbing and glowing with heat and need. He reached down between his parted thighs, rubbing and pleasuring his hole while watching the two of you, soaking the mattress with how much slick he was producing.Â
You turned back to Satoru, the sight of his red, crying face sending a jolt of heat straight into your abdomen. âWhat?â You grinned, gripping his waist and starting to thrust into his tight heat again. âI did warn you.âÂ
âS-so mean,â he sobbed, arching his back at the pleasure. He was whimpering again, warm walls hugging your length firmly every time you drove in, and you could tell he was getting close again, had been close before you had so cruelly stopped to indulge someone else. Satoru turned his head to look at the other succubus, their simultaneous pants and whines serving to make each other even more aroused, Satoruâs slick drenching your cock while Suguruâs messily dribbled all over his hand, obscene squelching noises like heavenly music to your ears.Â
âGonna cum,â you announced, and both of them answered you with needy, high-pitched whines, Suguru fingering himself to your thrusts while Satoru laid there, moaning and sobbing, reduced to nothing but a pliable body made to take and take and take.Â
The latter blinked up at you with glossy eyes, tears dotting on his lashes and crying out lewdly while you continued to pound into him like a rabid animal. Satoru loved it, how rough and careless you were treating him, your gentle hands telling a different story as they caressed his face, the contrast of pain and pleasure making him shiver. No one had been able to satisfy him like this before. You were perfect for him.Â
âPlease⌠your cumâŚâ he pleaded, laying a hand on his pulsating womb tattoo, begging for you to fulfil his only purpose in lifeâto be filled and bred like the dumb slut he was. âI w-want it insideâŚâÂ
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, his warm hole sucking you deeper in with every flutter, every clench, showering you in waves of stimulation to the point where it teetered between pleasure and pain. Just when stars began to float across your vision in hazy swirls, a sign that you were close to orgasm, you pulled out hastily, ignoring Satoruâs desperate, keening sob, yanking Suguru towards you by the hips before roughly plunging your cock into his needy hole.Â
The startled moan that you pulled out from the other succubus was enough to drive you to the peak of your arousal, and you thrust a few more times before spilling into warm wetness with a loud, guttural groan.Â
When you came to be, there were two kinds of noises rebounding in the roomâSatoruâs cries and Suguruâs whines.Â
âMaster!â Satoru sobbed, bucking his hips into empty air as tears messily dripped down his face.Â
âM-master,â Suguru whimpered, drooling and panting, stuffed so full of cum and cock he could barely speak.Â
You moaned as you drew out from Suguruâs heat, watching as cum dribbled out from his puffy hole and onto the soaked mattressâand he let out a soft, needy whine, plugging two fingers inside himself to stop anything more from leaking out, as though to replace the fullness that he had felt before. You watched as he lay there shivering weakly, glowing womb tattoo tainted with streaks of white, and you realised that he had come just from you releasing inside him.Â
You swallowed, feeling your cock fill out again. Suguru really was a good slut. Perfect, even.Â
âMasterâŚ!â Satoru cried out again, gaze lingering on you and Suguru with an expression that could only be described as heartbroken, and you would feel sorry for him, if not for you catching sight of the softening cock resting against his heaving abdomen. The perverted thing had orgasmed from watching you cum inside someone else. If that wasnât a sight.Â
âI never promised you anything, Satoru.â You looked down at the mess you had created, smiling innocently. âPlus, Suguruâs a far better slut than you are, donât you think? After all, he waited patiently for his turn to be bred, unlike you.â You slumped down onto the bed with a heavy sigh, turning to Suguru and patting your lap. âSit on my cock, baby.âÂ
Suguru rubbed at his eyes, compliantly trudging over and straddling your waist, the length of your cock rubbing lewdly between his cheeks. He bit his lip, raising his hips until the tip of it nudged against his sore hole, the growing stretch more pleasurable than anything. Your cum turned out to be the perfect lubricant, and the intrusion was met with little resistance, allowing him to slowly sink down with a hungry whine.Â
âF-feels so goood,â he slurred, his eyes rolling back as you bottomed out, making the both of you moan. He mindlessly rubbed at his stomach, right above his womb, where you had gifted him a baby.Â
âSee?â You looked at Satoru lazily, the poor thing watching in a mixture of arousal and frustration. âSuguruâs been so good for me. What have you done?âÂ
Satoru wanted to cry again at your demeaning tone. This was too much. You were being so mean to him, when he was trying his best to atone for his wrongdoings! He didnât deserve this treatment, not one bit. If Suguru gets a baby, then he should get one, too.Â
âIâm s-sorry,â he snivelled weakly. âPlease, master⌠I promise I wonât ever misbehave again. Iâll be a good slut⌠Iâll do anything you want.âÂ
You smiled. âAnything I want?âÂ
He nodded, desperate.Â
âSit on my face and Iâll think about it.âÂ
Satoru wanted to protest, yank Suguru off your cock and ride it himself until you spurted heavy into his womb, showing you that he could please you just as much as the other succubus did, maybe even more. You were his, and naturally, your pleasure belonged to him as well. Suguru might be his best friend, but that didnât mean Satoru liked to share his toys with him. But. . . if this was his last shot at gaining your forgiveness, then he would do whatever it takes to please you, even if it meant suppressing his needs for the time being.Â
He scrambled over to where you were lying, carefully placing one knee on each side of your face, trembling with effort as he slowly lowered himself onto your face. He let out a soft, whiny keen as his position pressed his hole directly against your parted lips, and he struggled not to rut against your faceâholding himself back from chasing after the addictive pleasure.Â
You gently lifted him by the hips to breathe, before pressing a light kiss to the twitching hole. Licking around Satoruâs swollen rim in an attempt to loosen him up, you rolled your hips up into the welcoming warmth of the other succubus, jolting out an erotic moan.Â
âYou can start riding me, Suguru,â you muttered, closing your eyes and letting out a drawn-out moan as he gave a filthy clench around your length at the mention of his name. âDonât hold back.âÂ
âYes, master,â Suguru whined, rolling his hips against yours in smooth, circular motions, and you could feel the slick leaking out from his hole, smothering your length with the abundance of it, sweet and sleek and thick. The succubus rode you like he was made to do it, his cock slapping against his womb tattoo messily with every bounce, eyes fluttering shut in pleasureâletting out a stream of whimpers and pleas while his hole fluttered around you tirelessly, trying to get you to cum inside him a second time.Â
You returned to your task at handâgiving a broad lick over Satoruâs dripping hole to gather some of his slick on your tongue, making him sob out a whine. It was sweet and intoxicating, addictive flavour melting in your mouth like sugar, and you couldnât get enoughâshoving your entire tongue into him before eating him out in earnest.Â
And sweet lord, did he taste good. He was squeezing around you deliciously, releasing so much slick that it dripped all over your chin and down the column of your throat, making a mess. It drove you crazy. Before you knew it, you were making animalistic noises against his swollen entrance as you made love to it with your tongue, the vibrations making him croon with pleasure. And by now, you were sure that succubi slick had aphrodisiac effects, because with every mouthful that you swallowed, you found it harder and harder to control yourself, wanting to just give in to your arousal and take.Â
âPlease,â Satoru was sobbing loudly, feeling wet and loose and dirty, thighs trembling with little restraint as you lifted him up and down your tongue with ease, reaching so deep one would think you were trying to plunder his soul. âGonna⌠gonna cum alreadyâŚâÂ
âM-me too,â Suguru chimed in with a moan, hips growing wearier with every lift, his impending orgasm making him weak, the fullness of cock giving him the illusion of heaviness, and he held his belly as though he were pregnant already.Â
You continued to pleasure the both of them the best you could, tongue curling inside Satoru with precision to press against his sweet spot until he was shaking and whimpering with overstimulationâwhile rolling your hips up to meet Suguruâs, feeling him needily clench around you every time you rammed up just right.Â
You could feel yourself getting closer as well, the noises that your two obscene lovers were making serving to turn you on even more. Combined with the sinful pressure of Satoruâs sopping hole clenching around your tongue and the searing tightness of Suguru jumping on your cock, this was practically heaven.Â
Reaching over to grip Suguruâs hips, you thrust up repeatedly into his tight warmth, leaving the other to ride your tongue on his own. You groaned your pleasure into Satoruâs hole, and the succubus answered with a keening cry of âMaster!â, grinding down against your face with wild abandon. Both of their womb tattoos were glowing brighter than ever, screaming at you to breed them, take them, devour themâand you did just that.Â
You rammed your hips up with a muffled shout, gripping Suguruâs waist so tightly you were sure it would leave dark bruises for days to comeâunloading everything into his womb for the second time tonightâyour seed, your love, your legacy. Suguru cried out loudly at the feeling of your cum filling him up, shuddering as his cock squirted all over the three of youâhis stomach, your chest, Satoruâs backâwhile Satoru clenched around your tongue so tightly as his orgasm crashed over him like a hurricane, cumming all over your face and the mattress with a hoarse scream.Â
You gasped for breath the moment Satoru slid off your face and collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, black spots swirling heavily in your visionâthe aftermath of the most intense orgasm youâve had in your entire life. Succubiâno, your succubi really were something.Â
Suguru was too tired to even protest as your softening cock slid out from his sheath, dragging out a trail of slick and cum. Yawning, he shifted to lay on the bed on his stomach, mumbling âThank you, master,â before his eyes drooped shut in exhaustion. You watched him fondly, reaching out to card a hand through his silky hair, before a soft, almost petulant whine caught your attention.Â
Satoru was glaring at the other succubus with jealousy. Sure, he had gotten a mind-blowing orgasm out of it, but he wanted you filling him up until he felt bloated with your cum, wanted to be bred.Â
You let out an amused laugh. âYou want my cum that bad?âÂ
He nodded his head frantically.Â
âWell, thenâŚâ You turned to where Suguru had fallen asleep, cum trickling out of his asshole and sliding down his perineum steadily. You guess it would be somewhat of a waste to just leave him be. âSince Suguru took your share for the night. . . there you go. Have a taste.âÂ
Satoruâs face was slightly pale when you turned back to look at him, a sick grin stretching at your lips. He didnât question you, however, quietly crawling over until he was kneeling between Suguruâs legs. His heart was pounding, your words earlier that night replaying in his head again and again like mantraâa good slut listens to orders.Â
Making eye contact with you, he poked his tongue out, slowly leaning down before giving the excess cum a tentative lick. . . and swallowed.Â
You were sure those were hearts exploding in his eyes.Â
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Ignored and humiliated by your husband, you find yourself in Joel's arms-his best friend who's been silently craving you for far too long. One heated night pushes you both over the edge, and Joel isn't holding back. He's ready to give you what your husband never could: everything.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cheating, body worship, your husband treating you bad, Joel treating you good, oral (f receiving), kissing, (P in V), pinning, cumming Inside, breeding kink, Joel gets nasty with it, 10k
Part: 2
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The late afternoon sunlight filtered gently through the lace curtains, casting soft patterns across the dining table where you sat with Sarah, helping her with her homework. Your smile, though kind, felt heavy today. You leaned over the table, explaining a math problem to her with patience, even though your mind was clouded with thoughts of your husband.
It had been weeksâmaybe monthsâsince heâd been fully present. You had long suspected something was off, but now it was undeniable. He came home late, if at all, and when he did, his eyes never seemed to meet yours. Youâd catch glimpses of texts on his phone, messages you werenât supposed to see. You werenât stupid. You knew.
But youâd spent so long being the perfect wife, the one who never caused trouble. Heâd always introduced you as his âtrophy,â an arm to show off at events, beautiful and polished. It was the role youâd filled for years, playing the part he wanted you to play. Smile, be perfect, donât question. And you had been doing just that for far too long, even though inside you were crumbling.
You brushed a strand of hair from your face and forced a warm smile as Sarah struggled with her fractions.
You adored Joelâs daughter. She was smart, sweet, and had a lightness about her that made your heart ache with a longing for the family you never had. Sarah was only fourteen, but she had a way of reading people that made you think she saw right through you.
âYouâre doing great, sweetie,â you encouraged her softly. âJust think of the numerator as the number on top and the denominator as the number on the bottom.â
Sarah gave you a soft smile, but it was clear she wasnât fully focused. Her big, brown eyes studied you carefully, picking up on the sadness that lingered just beneath the surface of your cheerful demeanor.
âAre you okay?â she asked, her voice hesitant but filled with concern. âYou seem⌠off today.â
Your heart sank a little at the realization that she noticed. You were supposed to be the adult here, the one keeping it all together, but it was getting harder to hide the cracks. You blinked back the tears threatening to well up, reaching over to give Sarahâs hand a gentle squeeze.
âIâm okay, baby,â you whispered softly, trying to steady your voice. âJust a little tired, thatâs all.â
Sarah looked at you for a moment longer, her brow furrowed as if she didnât quite believe you, but she didnât push it. She was too kind for that, too sweet. You wished your own husband had even a fraction of the empathy this girl had. Instead, he barely acknowledged your presence anymore, leaving you to feel like a ghost in your own home.
After Sarah finished her homework, you walked her to the door, sending her off with her usual hug. She hugged you back tightly, sensing more than you were letting on, but when you said goodbye, you assured her again that you were fine. She gave you one last concerned look before heading home.
After Sarah left, the silence in the house became overwhelming, filling every corner with the weight of your thoughts.
You leaned against the door for a moment, closing your eyes, fighting the urge to let the tears spill over. It was getting harder to keep up the facade. The loneliness, the sense of being unseen in your own marriageâit was suffocating.
Youâd done everything you could to save the relationship, to bring back the warmth that had once existed between you and your husband, but there was nothing left.
With a deep breath, you pushed away from the door and headed to the kitchen, trying to busy yourself with anything that could distract you from the ache in your chest. But the sound of a knock at the door startled you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You werenât expecting anyone.
When you opened it, Joel stood on your porch, concern etched into his rugged features. His broad shoulders seemed even larger framed by the doorway, his familiar Texas drawl cutting through the silence as he spoke.
âHey,â he said, his voice gentle but serious. âSarah told me you werenât doing too good today. Figured Iâd come by and check on you.â
You blinked, surprised but not unwelcome to see him standing there. It took a moment for you to gather your thoughts, your heart catching in your throat at the sight of him. Joel had always been kind to you, always present in a way your husband wasnât. He was a steady, comforting presence in your life, one you had grown to rely on more than you ever intended.
âIâIâm fine,â you stammered, your voice shaky. âI didnât mean to worry her. Itâs just been a long day.â
Joelâs brow furrowed, and he didnât hesitate to step inside, closing the door behind him. He looked down at you with those dark, thoughtful eyes of his, reading you in ways you wished your husband still could. His gaze softened, but he didnât buy your answer for a second.
âYou donât gotta put up a front with me,â he said, his voice low and steady. âI can tell somethinâs been bothering you.â
It was those wordsâthe way he said them with such understanding, such careâthat made something in you break. You couldnât hold it together any longer, not with Joel standing there, offering the kind of concern and kindness you hadnât felt in so long. The tears you had been holding back began to well up again, this time falling before you could stop them.
Joel stepped forward, his hands settling gently on your arms.
âHey, hey now⌠donât cry,â he murmured softly. âItâs okay. Iâm here.â
His words, so simple yet so full of warmth, only made the tears come faster. You wiped at your cheeks, embarrassed that you were falling apart like this in front of him.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, your voice shaky. âI didnât mean to⌠itâs just⌠everything feels so wrong.â
Joelâs grip tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance. He guided you over to the couch, sitting beside you as you tried to compose yourself. You leaned into him instinctively, finding comfort in the solid presence of his body next to yours. Joel had always had this way of making you feel safe, like you could let your guard down without fear of judgment.
âDo you wanna talk about it?â he asked quietly, his hand still resting on your arm, warm and steady.
You hesitated, the words heavy in your throat. Youâd kept it all inside for so long, afraid to say it out loud, afraid that acknowledging it would make it all too real. But sitting there, with Joel looking at you like he genuinely cared, it all came tumbling out.
âHe doesnât care anymore, Joel,â you murmured, the words spilling from your lips, weighed down by the months of heartache you had been carrying. âItâs like Iâm invisible to him. He doesnât talk to me, doesnât even look at me⌠and I know heâs seeing someone else.â
The effect on Joel was immediate. His jaw clenched tightly, the muscles in his face twitching as he tried to contain the anger that flared up inside him.
His eyes darkened, filling with a storm of emotionsâdisbelief, frustration, and something protective, primal. His hand, which had been resting gently on your arm, tightened its grip slightly, grounding you as he processed your words.
He stared at you for a long moment, his face a mix of shock and disbelief, as if he couldnât comprehend how anyone could treat you that way.
âWhat the hell is wrong with him?â Joel muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice low and rough. âHow could heâhow could anyoneâdo that to you? To you of all people?â
He shook his head, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. His voice softened, but the rough edges of his anger were still there, simmering just beneath the surface.
âYou deserve so much more than that. You deserve someone who sees you, who knows just how lucky they are to have you.â
Joel leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur as he continued.
âYouâre kind, thoughtful⌠hell, youâre always puttinâ everyone else first. The way you care for Sarah like sheâs your own, the way you keep your home so warm and welcoming, the way youâve always been there for him⌠youâre so damn good, and he doesnât even see it.â He shook his head again, the disbelief etched deep in his furrowed brow.
âHow could he not see that? How could he throw that away?â
His eyes softened as he looked at you, filled with a mixture of admiration and frustration.
âIt breaks my heart to see you treated like this. You deserve someone who cherishes you, who shows up for you, every day⌠who loves you for exactly who you are.â
His words hit you like a wave, each one wrapped in the raw sincerity and care that had always been so natural for Joel. You could see the anger and confusion in his eyesâhe truly couldnât understand how anyone could treat you as anything less than extraordinary.
You had been trying so hard to convince yourself that it was enough to be the perfect wife, to keep playing the role you had been assigned, but Joelâs kindness made you question all of it. His care, his attentionâit was what you had been craving for so long, and now, here he was, offering it to you without asking for anything in return.
âBut I donât know what to do,â you whispered, your voice trembling as the weight of everything settled heavily on your shoulders. âIâve tried so hard to make it work, to be what he wants, but nothingâs enough.â
Joelâs hand lifted to your face, gently cupping your cheek. The warmth of his palm grounded you, the rough texture of his skin a stark contrast to the tenderness in his touch. He guided your face to meet his eyes, filled with an intensity that made your breath catch.
âYou donât need to be what he wants,â Joel said, his voice low, almost a growl, roughened by emotion.
âYou deserve to be seen, to be loved for who you are. Not just for what you can give someone else.â
His words hung in the air between you, wrapping around your heart, pulling at the deepest parts of you that had felt so neglected, so starved for this very thingâconnection.
The space between you felt charged, heavy with unspoken emotions that had been simmering for far too long. It was as though every unexpressed feeling, every suppressed desire had built up into a moment that neither of you could stop.
Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the ache of loneliness and longing that had been gnawing at you for months. Joel had always been there, quietly, steadily, offering you the care your husband never could.
And now, sitting so close to him, his hand on your cheek, the warmth of his body radiating toward you, the pull between you was undeniable.
âJoelâŚâ you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, your gaze flickering between his deep brown eyes and his lips, so close, so tempting.
He didnât move away. Instead, his thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadnât realized had fallen. His touch was tender, but his eyes were dark, filled with something deeperâsomething that had been quietly building between you for longer than either of you cared to admit.
âIâll take care of you,â Joel whispered, his voice rough with the promise of protection, of something more. âYou donât have to go through this alone anymore.â
Your heart raced, torn between the vulnerability of the moment and the undeniable comfort of his words.
The way he spoke, the way he looked at youâit was everything you had been craving for so long. The tenderness you had missed, the feeling of being truly seen, appreciated, cared for. It was overwhelming. And yetâŚ
Before you could fully process what was happening, Joel leaned in. His lips brushed against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear, the only thing grounding you being the warmth of his lips and the steady strength of his hand still cradling your face.
The kiss was gentle at first, full of the tenderness and care you had longed for, but there was something else beneath it, something more intense, more primal, as if he had been holding back for too long and couldnât anymore.
Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if needing something to hold on to, something solid in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.
His kiss deepened slightly, his other hand moving to the small of your back, pulling you closer. It felt like everything you had wantedâsomeone who saw you, who cared for you, who wanted you.
But just as quickly as the warmth of the kiss had filled you, the weight of guilt crashed down like a tidal wave. You broke away, pulling back suddenly, your heart pounding in your chest, breath coming in short gasps. You shook your head, stepping out of his reach, the taste of his kiss still lingering on your lips, but your mind already spinning.
âIââ you stammered, the words barely forming as you backed away, your hands trembling. âI canât⌠Iâm sorry, Joel, I just⌠I canât do this.â
The look on Joelâs face was one of hurt and confusion, but also understanding. He stood there, his arms falling to his sides as he watched you retreat.
âItâs okay,â he said softly, his voice gentle, though the rough edge of his emotion was still there. âYou donât need to apologize.â
You took another step back, trying to steady yourself, your heart in your throat. âItâs not right,â you murmured, your voice trembling as you tried to rationalize everything that had just happened. âI canât⌠Iâm still married, and this⌠this is wrong.â
Joel didnât argue. He didnât push. He just watched you, his eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and a quiet sorrow.
âI just donât want to see you hurt anymore,â he said softly, his voice rough with emotion. âYou deserve better than the way he treats you.â
His words hit you hard, but you couldnât stay. You couldnât face the reality of what had just happened, of what you had almost allowed yourself to feel. The guilt was too much, too overwhelming. You turned away, your hands still trembling as you moved toward the stairs, needing distance, needing space to breathe.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered again, your voice barely audible as you left Joel standing alone in the living room. You hurried upstairs, your heart heavy, your mind racing, every step a reminder of the pull between you and Joel that you had just tried so desperately to resist.
When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused, your hand gripping the banister as you tried to steady your breath. You could still feel the warmth of his lips on yours, the safety of his arms around you, and it terrified you.
Because for the first time in so long, you had felt something real, something you wanted. And yet, the weight of everything elseâyour marriage, your vows, the guiltâit was too much to bear.
You didnât look back, but you could feel Joelâs presence downstairs, lingering in the quiet of the house. His words echoed in your mind, and despite everything, you knew deep down that what he had said was true: you deserved more. But admitting that meant facing the truth about everything you had been avoiding for so long.
And you werenât ready for that.
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The days following the kiss were thick with awkwardness and tension that hung between you and Joel like a fog neither of you knew how to clear. Every time you thought about itâhis lips on yours, the tenderness in his touch, the way he had made you feel seen and wantedâyour stomach twisted with guilt. But there was another feeling too, one that gnawed at you in the quiet moments when you were alone: longing. That kiss had stirred something deep inside you, something that had been buried for far too long, and now, you couldnât stop thinking about it.
You longed for that feeling againâthe safety, the warmth, the tenderness that had been absent from your life for so long. It made the distance between you and your husband feel even wider, the coldness in your marriage more unbearable. But despite how much you tried to shake it, that kiss was constantly on your mind.
Then came the day Joel came over to watch the football game with your husband. You knew it was comingâyour husband had mentioned it in passingâbut you werenât prepared to see Joel again. The thought of being in the same room as him after what had happened made your heart race and your palms sweat.
When Joel arrived, you could hear his familiar knock on the door, followed by your husbandâs slurred greeting. He had already been drinking, you noticed. You had hoped he would keep it under control, but knowing him, that was never a safe bet.
You opened the door and found Joel standing there, looking as calm and collected as ever. But the moment his eyes met yours, a wave of heat rushed to your face, your heart skipping in your chest. You tried to keep your expression neutral, but it was impossible to ignore the way the memory of that kiss flooded your senses all at once.
He shifted slightly, his hands slipping into his pockets, as if he was just as unsure of how to handle the tension between you. His gaze flickered over your face for just a second longer than it should have, his eyes darkening with something unspoken before he quickly looked away.
You felt the blush creeping up your neck, your cheeks growing warmer by the second. You cleared your throat, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to greet him without giving anything away.
âH-hi, Joel,â you stammered, forcing yourself to look at him, even though your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. Your fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of your shirt, desperate to find somethingâanythingâto do with your hands.
Joelâs eyes flicked back to yours briefly, and you could see the hesitation there, the same uncertainty you were feeling. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his voice coming out low and gruff, but with a warmth that only made you blush harder.
âhello there,â he said, his tone casual, but the way his eyes softened when he looked at you made your stomach flip.
The awkwardness was palpable, like neither of you knew exactly what to say. You wanted to hide from the intensity of the moment, to avoid the feelings that had been swirling between you since that kiss. Your gaze darted down to your feet, your fingers still twisting the fabric of your shirt nervously.
Your husbandâs voice suddenly bellowed from the living room, a loud demand for more beer, pulling both of you out of the charged moment. Joel winced slightly, his brow furrowing in mild annoyance at the sound, but you just gave a small, flustered nod.
âUh, Iâll get that for him,â you mumbled quickly, stepping aside to let Joel in, your skin tingling with the awareness of how close he was as he brushed past you.
As Joel entered, you couldnât help but glance at him one last time, your heart racing again when you saw the way his eyes lingered on you for a brief second before he turned toward the living room, where your husband was already half-immersed in the game.
âThanks,â Joel murmured softly, his voice still gruff but gentle as he moved to sit beside your husband.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. You knew tonight was going to be hardâbeing in the same room as Joel, pretending that nothing had changed. But the way your heart leapt every time you caught his eye made it clear that things were far from normal between you.
The night dragged on painfully, the tension in the room thick and suffocating. Your husbandâs drinking had started early, his excitement for the game quickly turning into something darker, something meaner as the alcohol took hold. It wasnât unusual for him to drink during football, but tonight, it seemed worse than usual. Each beer drained away whatever patience he had left, and you could feel his mood souring with every sip.
âGet me another one,â he grunted, not bothering to look at you as he pointed at the empty bottle on the coffee table.
You moved quickly, not wanting to cause a scene, especially not with Joel sitting there. The last thing you needed was for Joel to witness the full extent of your husbandâs irritability. But as you handed him the beer, your husbandâs gaze flickered up to you, and his expression turned sour.
âCanât you just do one damn thing right?â he muttered, snatching the bottle from your hand. His words were slurred but sharp, laced with frustration as if your mere presence irritated him.
Your cheeks flushed with humiliation, the familiar sting of his words settling deep inside you. You could feel Joelâs eyes on you from across the room, but you didnât dare look at him. The embarrassment was too much. All you wanted was to get through the night, to make it out of this room with what little dignity you had left.
But it only got worse. As the game continued, your husbandâs tone grew harsher, his demands more insistent.
âGet me some more chips,â he barked, barely glancing at you. You quickly obliged, fetching the bowl from the kitchen, trying to keep your hands steady as you placed it on the table in front of him.
Joel, always polite, nodded in your direction. âThanks,â he said softly, his voice warm and sincere. The contrast between Joelâs quiet gratitude and your husbandâs increasing belligerence was jarring, and it only made the ache in your chest worse.
As you turned to walk back to the kitchen, you felt itâyour husbandâs hand coming down hard on your ass, the slap echoing through the room. You froze in place, your entire body going rigid as the sting of his hand sent a wave of humiliation crashing over you.
âGood girl,â he slurred, his voice dripping with mockery. âYouâre real good at one thing at least, huh?â
The room felt like it was spinning, your face burning with shame. You couldnât bring yourself to move, to even breathe for a moment. Joel was right there. He had seen it all.
Your heart pounded in your chest, the humiliation overwhelming, crushing. You had endured so much alreadyâhis cruelty, his indifferenceâbut this? In front of Joel?
You couldnât stay in the room any longer. Without a word, you turned and walked quickly toward the stairs, your vision blurring as the tears threatened to spill. You could hear your husband muttering something under his breath, but you didnât care. You just needed to get away.
As you reached the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and leaned against the sink, gripping the edges tightly as the tears finally came. Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to hold it together, but it was no use. The humiliation, the shameâit was all too much.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection blurred by the tears that streamed down your face.
What had happened to you? How had things gotten this bad?
You had spent years trying to hold onto the marriage, trying to make things work, but now it felt like you were nothing more than an afterthought, a servant in your own home. The sting of his hand, the cruel way he had dismissed youâit was unbearable.
You didnât know how long you had been standing there when you heard a soft knock at the bathroom door.
âHey⌠itâs me,â Joelâs voice came from the other side, low and cautious, full of concern.
Your heart tightened in your chest. You werenât sure if you could face him, not after what had just happened. Not after he had seen the way your husband had treated you. But Joel wasnât like your husband. He had always been kind, always understanding. He had seen youâtruly seen youâwhen no one else had.
âCan I come in?â he asked softly.
You hesitated for a moment, wiping at your tear-streaked face as you tried to compose yourself. Then, slowly, you unlocked the door and pulled it open just enough to let him in.
Joel stepped inside, his presence filling the small space, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. His eyes softened when he saw your tear-streaked face, his brow furrowing in concern.
âIâm sorry,â Joel murmured, his voice thick with emotion. âI didnât mean for things to get like that.â
You shook your head quickly, wiping at your eyes again. âItâs not your fault,â you whispered. âItâs just⌠this is how it is. I donât know how to make it stop.â
Joelâs expression darkened slightly, but not with angerâjust with sadness, frustration at the situation. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a tear from your cheek, his touch so different from the harshness you had just experienced. His fingers were warm, careful, like he was afraid to push you any further than you were ready for.
âYou donât deserve this,â he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity. âYou deserve better than the way he treats you.â
His words broke something inside you, and you felt your lip tremble as another sob escaped. You had been holding it in for so longâholding everything in, trying to be strong, trying to make it work. But now, standing here with Joel, it all came crashing down.
âI donât know what to do,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âI feel so trapped.â
Joel didnât say anything for a moment, just stood there, his eyes locked on yours, full of understanding. And then, quietly, he spoke again.
âYou donât have to go through this alone,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âIâm here. Whatever you need⌠Iâm here.â
The warmth in his words, the tenderness in his touchâit was more than you had felt in years. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt seen, felt valued. It stirred something deep inside you, something desperate and raw, a need that had been pushed down for so long.
Before you could even think about it, you lunged toward him, closing the small distance between you and crashing your lips into his. It wasnât delicate or hesitantâit was a kiss born out of longing, out of months, maybe even years, of being unseen, unheard.
Your hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer as your body pressed against his, needing more, needing all of him.
Joel responded immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he kissed you back with a fierceness that matched your own. There was no hesitation in the way his lips moved against yours, no doubt in the way he held you tight.
His hand cupped the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, his mouth hungry, demanding.
It wasnât soft. It wasnât gentle. It was fire, igniting every nerve in your body. His kiss was rough, filled with a desperation that mirrored your own, like he had been holding back for too long and finally, finally, he could let go. The tension between you, all the unspoken words, all the stolen glancesâit was exploding now in this moment, and neither of you could stop it.
Your heart raced as your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him under your fingertips. The years of loneliness, of being ignored, melted away with every touch, every kiss. Joelâs hands were everywhere, pulling you closer, pressing you against him as if he was afraid to let go.
He pulled back just slightly, his breath ragged, his forehead resting against yours.
âIâve wanted this,â he murmured, his voice rough and thick with emotion, his lips still brushing against yours. âGod, Iâve wanted this for so long.â
You couldnât respond with wordsâyou didnât need to. Instead, you pulled him back into the kiss, your lips crashing together again, more desperate, more urgent. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you slightly as he backed you up against the bathroom wall, pinning you there as he kissed you harder, deeper.
There was no space left between you, no room for doubt or hesitation. Your body responded to his in ways you hadnât felt in years, every nerve alight with the intensity of it. His hands slid down your sides, rough and possessive, holding you tightly as if he couldnât get enough of you.
You could feel the heat rising between you, the desperation building, as if all the longing, all the frustration had finally found an outlet. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, each touch making your breath hitch, your body arch into his.
âJoelâŚâ you whispered, your voice breathless, barely able to get the words out.
But he already knew. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was even more intense, more consuming than before. You were lost in him, lost in the feel of him, the taste of him. Everything elseâthe hurt, the humiliation, the lonelinessâfaded away until there was only this moment, only Joel.
This was what you had been missing. This was what you had been longing for. And for the first time in so long, you felt alive.
Joelâs breath was hot against your skin as his lips moved along the curve of your neck, each kiss searing into you, grounding you in this moment, in him. His hands gripped you firmly, possessive yet tender, his touch a reassurance that you were more than what you had been made to feel for so long.
âGod, you have no idea,â he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with need. âYouâre everythinâ. You deserve so much more than what he gives you. So much more.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting to the intensity in his tone, the sincerity. You could feel the heat between you building, your heart pounding as his lips moved lower, kissing along your collarbone, your chest. You were lost in the sensation, the way his hands moved over you, the way his breath ghosted over your skin.
Joel's kisses became more urgent, more fervent, as he slowly knelt before you, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. He paused for a moment, looking up at you with an expression that was both filled with desire and a silent questionâa request for permission, for trust.
âLet me worship you,â he said, his voice thick with emotion, his hands steady as he began to ease your pants down, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent sparks through you. âI want to show you how much you mean to me. I want you to feel everything.â
The air between you seemed to crackle with electricity as he pulled your pants away, his eyes dark with want as he drank in the sight of you.
Joel stood, lifting you effortlessly in his arms, turning and pressing you gently but firmly against the wall. The coolness of the tile was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off of him, his body holding yours securely, every inch of your weight supported by his strength.
âYouâre everythinâ,â he murmured again, his lips finding yours in a deep, lingering kiss before trailing down your neck. âYou deserve the world. And Iâm gonna it to you.â
Without breaking the kiss, he shifted you slightly, his hands gripping your thighs as he held you against the wall. His mouth moved lower, his lips, his tongue, trailing over your stomach, your hips, until he was kneeling before you again, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady as he pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh.
The sensation of his breath against your skin made your head spin, the anticipation building as his kisses grew slower, more deliberate, inching closer and closer to the center of your need. Every kiss, every touch felt like a promiseâa promise that you were cherished, that you were seen.
Joelâs lips trembled against your skin as he kissed down your stomach, rough and hungry, his hands gripping your hips tightly as though he was afraid to let go.
His eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark with desire, and his breath came out hot against your bare thighs as he spread you open for him, his tongue flicking out to tease the edges of your soaked entrance.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growled, his voice deep and husky. "I've been waitinâ for this, waitinâ to taste this sweet pussy. You have no idea how many times Iâve thought about itâabout you."
You gasped as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue flat and wide as he dragged it through your folds, groaning like he was savoring every drop.
His lips latched onto your clit, sucking hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as your legs trembled, and he groaned again, the vibration making you whimper.
"God, you're perfect," Joel mumbled against you, his voice muffled as he licked you with long, languid strokes. "This cunt is all mine tonight, yeah? You feel that? You hear that? This pussy's mine."
He sucked noisily, deliberately making sure every stroke of his tongue was loud, wet, and filthy. You could hear the lewd slurping sounds as he devoured you, his mouth greedy and desperate as if heâd been starving for this moment.
Your breath came out in ragged gasps, your whole body burning under his relentless attention.
âWhat if he hears?â you whispered, your voice shaky as your head fell back against the wall. âJoel⌠what ifââ
âHe wonât hear shit,â Joel cut you off, his voice rough with possessiveness. âThat assholeâs passed out cold on the couch. Even if he could hear, I wouldnât stop. He doesnât deserve you. But I do.â
His tongue plunged into you, fucking you with wet, deep strokes, his nose brushing against your swollen clit as he grunted against you. âThis pussy tastes so fuckinâ sweet, baby. All I want is to hear you moan for me. Let him fuckinâ hear it.â
You couldnât help but whimper, your hips bucking against his face as he growled, his tongue thrusting deeper, his lips and chin coated with your arousal. He pulled back for just a second, his breath heavy, his eyes wild as he looked up at you.
"Fuck, I could eat this pussy all night," he murmured, his voice almost a snarl as he gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you even closer. "I want to make you come on my tongue over and over, until you can't stand. You deserve to be worshipped like this. Iâm not stoppinâ until you scream my name."
With that, he dove back in, his tongue swirling over your clit as he sucked you harder, his mouth relentless. You moaned louder, your fingers tugging at his hair as your body arched off the wall, pleasure crashing through you with every filthy stroke of his tongue.
He groaned again, louder this time, savoring every moment as he devoured you, his mouth hot and hungry, like he couldnât get enough.
He alternated between sucking your clit hard, his lips tight around the sensitive bud, and sliding his tongue deep inside you, fucking your pussy with slow, torturous strokes.
Each time you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, his hands gripping your thighs so hard it felt like he was staking a claim.
"Yeah, thatâs it," he murmured between licks, his voice raw. "I want to hear you scream for me. Let me hear how much you love it when I eat this sweet little cunt."
Your moans grew louder, filling the bathroom as Joelâs tongue worked you harder, faster, his groans matching your own as he lost himself in the taste of you.
His hands slid up your body, gripping your breasts roughly as he continued to feast on you, the pleasure so intense it was overwhelming. You couldnât stop yourself anymoreâevery nerve was on fire, your mind blank as you gave in completely to him.
"Joel, fuck, Iâm gonnaâ" you gasped, your thighs trembling as you teetered on the edge of release.
"Cum for me, baby," he growled, his voice hoarse as his tongue flicked over your clit again, harder, faster, relentless. "Cum on my tongue. I want to taste all of it."
With a final, devastating suck on your clit, you shattered. Pleasure slammed into you, your entire body shaking as you screamed his name, your nails digging into his scalp as he held you in place, his mouth still working you through the waves of your orgasm.
Joel didnât stopâhe kept licking, kept sucking, devouring every drop as your body convulsed, the intensity of it making your legs shake.
He moaned against you, his tongue softening slightly but still teasing your swollen clit as you came down, his grip on your hips loosening just enough to let you catch your breath.
When he finally pulled back, his face was slick with your arousal, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at you, his chest heaving.
"You taste like heaven," he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction as he stood, pressing his body against yours again, his lips crashing into yours in a bruising kiss.
You could taste yourself on his lips, feel the raw, aching desire still burning between you, and you knew this was only the beginning.
âThatâs what you deserve,â he whispered, his hands roaming over your body, possessive and loving all at once. âAnd Iâm not done worshippinâ you.â
Joelâs hands moved up your body slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every second his fingers touched your skin. His breath was still ragged, and his lips were barely an inch from yours as he whispered against them, his voice rough but tender.
âIf you were my woman, Iâd never let you leave the house without makinâ you cum at least twice,â he murmured, his words sending a shiver through you. âAnd here he is, treatinâ you like garbage. Doesnât he see? Youâre a goddess.â
He paused, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch gentle but insistent as he slowly pulled it up, over your head, tossing it to the side. His eyes darkened with hunger as he gazed at your bare skin, his breath coming out in a heavy exhale as he traced his fingers along the curve of your waist, up to the clasp of your bra.
âYou represent everything good in this world,â Joel continued, his voice deepening as his fingers worked to unhook your bra, his eyes locked on yours. âHe should feel so damn lucky to have you. How can he not see what he has?â
Your bra fell away, and his eyes dropped to your breasts, the sight of them making him groan deeply, the sound vibrating in his chest. His hands cupped them reverently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as his lips curled into a smirk.
âThese,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire, âprove my point exactly.â
Without another word, Joel dipped his head, his lips brushing against one of your nipples before he drew it into his mouth, sucking gently at first, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight through your core, your back arching as you gasped, your hands instinctively finding his hair, pulling him closer.
He groaned again, his hand kneading your other breast as his mouth worked your nipple with expert precision, sucking harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh with just the right amount of pressure. Every movement of his mouth, every touch of his hands, felt like he was worshipping you, like you were something precious and sacred.
âI swear,â Joel mumbled against your skin, his lips trailing to your other nipple, sucking it into his mouth with the same intensity.
âIf you were mine, Iâd worship this body every damn day. You deserve to be treated like the goddess you are, not some afterthought.â
His teeth grazed your nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you, making you whimper as he continued to suck and lick, his hands never leaving your body, constantly exploring, worshipping. It was like he couldnât get enough of you, his mouth greedy, his hands possessive, but all of it wrapped in the tenderness that made your heart ache.
âLook at you,â he groaned, his breath hot against your skin as he switched between your breasts, lavishing each one with the same amount of attention. âEvery part of you is fuckinâ perfect.â
His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips as he pressed himself against you, his erection hard and insistent through his jeans. The friction only added to the heat between you, the tension building with every kiss, every touch. Joelâs lips moved back up to your neck, his breath ragged as he pressed soft kisses along your jawline, his words spilling out between them.
âI could spend all night tastinâ you, touchinâ you,â he whispered, his voice low and filled with raw emotion. âYou deserve to feel this good all the time. Iâd make sure you never forgot it.â
Your mind was spinning, your body burning under his touch. Every word he spoke, every movement of his mouth, was like gasoline on a fire, and you were completely consumed by him, by the way he made you feelâseen, wanted, worshipped.
Joelâs hands slid back up to your breasts, kneading them as his lips claimed yours in another searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he pressed you harder against the wall, his body radiating heat, his need for you palpable.
âTell me,â he rasped against your lips, his voice thick with desire. âTell me how much you want this.â
Your breath hitched, your lips parting as his words hung in the air between you. The heat in his eyes, the intensity of his touchâit was overwhelming, and you couldnât stop yourself from responding.
âI want it so bad, Joel,â you whispered, your voice shaky with need, your body arching into him. âPlease⌠take your clothes off. I need to feel you.â
He groaned at your words, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his erection pressing harder against you.
âYeah, baby,â he growled, his lips brushing yours, âyou need to see a real man. Feel a real cock, not just someone who acts like one. Iâll show you the difference.â
With a swift movement, Joel pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing the broad, muscular chest that youâd only stolen glances at before. His skin glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing as he moved, and the sight of him made your mouth water. Your hands moved instinctively to his chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as you let out a soft moan of appreciation.
âGod, youâre beautiful,â you murmured, your voice breathless as your hands wandered lower, desperate to feel every inch of him.
Joel smirked, his hands already working to unbuckle his jeans, his voice dropping to a rough, dirty whisper. âYou want this cock, hm? Youâve been starving for itâstarving for a man who knows how to take care of you, who knows how to make you cum like you deserve.â
Your heart pounded in your chest as he pushed his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion, his thick, hard cock springing free, already leaking with precum. It was bigâthick and long, veins running down the shaft, the head swollen and glistening.
He gave it a slow stroke, his eyes locked on yours, the sight making your thighs clench with anticipation.
âSee this?â he growled, tapping his cock against your thigh, making your breath hitch. âThis is what youâve been missinâ. And Iâm gonna make sure you never forget what a real man feels like.â
You whimpered in response, your hands reaching out to touch him, to wrap your fingers around his length, but he pulled back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
âNot yet, baby,â he murmured, his voice full of filthy promise. âI want you to feel it everywhere first.â
With that, Joel pressed his cock against your stomach, dragging it slowly across your skin, leaving a slick trail of precum in its wake. You moaned, the sensation driving you wild, your body arching into him as you felt the heat of his shaft sliding over your skin.
âFuck, you look so good with my cock on you,â he groaned, his hand gripping his length as he slid it up between your breasts, over your chest, your neck, and then back down again. âYou want this. You want to feel it inside you, stretchinâ you, fillinâ you up.â
âYes, Joel, please,â you whimpered, your voice shaking with desperation. âI need it. I need you. I want your cock so bad, I canât stand it.â
He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to tap the thick head of his cock against your clit, the sudden jolt of pleasure making you cry out.
âYou want it here, yeah?â he growled, slapping his cock against your swollen clit again, harder this time, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. âYou want to feel me inside this tight little pussy, fuckinâ you like youâve never been fucked before.â
âOh, God, yes,â you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as your body trembled with need. âFuck me, Joel. I want to feel every inch of you. I want you to ruin me.â
His eyes flashed with pure desire as he tapped his cock against your clit again, the wet head of his cock throbbing as more precum leaked out, mixing with your own arousal.
He dragged his length through your folds, coating himself in your slickness, groaning as he teased you.
âIâm gonna make you scream for me,â he rasped, his voice thick with lust as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. âIâm gonna fuck you so hard, youâll never even think about another man again. Youâll be mine, baby. This pussy will be mine.â
Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you, making you ache for him. Every word he spoke, every filthy promise he made, sent another wave of heat crashing through you, your body desperate for the release only he could give.
âSay it,â Joel demanded, his voice rough as he slid just the tip inside you, stretching you ever so slightly. âTell me youâre mine.â
âIâm yours, Joel,â you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter as you felt him start to push inside you. âIâm yours. Please, fuck me. Make me yours.â
With a deep, guttural groan, Joel thrust into you, his cock stretching you wide, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, your body arching into his as he buried himself deep inside you, his hands gripping your hips as he held you in place.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he growled, his voice strained as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of you in slow, deliberate strokes. âThis pussy is mine now, baby. And Iâm gonna make you cum so hard, youâll forget anyone else ever existed.â
Joelâs thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, but the delicious pressure only intensified the raw need coursing between you. His cock filled you so completely, stretching you to the point where you could barely think straight, only able to feel him.
âGod, youâre so fuckinâ tight,â Joel groaned, his voice rough with lust as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a force that made you gasp.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, mixing with your ragged moans and the wet, lewd sounds of your pussy taking every inch of him.
âFuck, baby,â he growled, his voice low and rough as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. âThis is what youâd get with me all the time. Not that half-assed bullshit youâve been settlin for. Youâd get thisâmy cock fillinâ you up, my hands on your body, making you cum until you canât even fuckin stand.â
He punctuated his words with rough, powerful thrusts, his cock driving deeper into you with each one. Your head fell back against the wall, your legs trembling as he held you up, completely at his mercy.
âYou feel that?â he rasped, his breath hot against your ear as his hips snapped into you again and again. âYou deserve this, you deserve to be fucked like this every day. Not treated like youâre worthless.â
Joelâs mouth was everywhereâhis lips moving over your neck, nipping at your skin before kissing and licking at the sensitive spot just below your ear.
His tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of your skin, and you moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked you harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.
âYouâre so fuckinâ perfect,â he growled, his voice thick with praise and hunger. âMy perfect little good girl.â
He kissed down your neck, his lips trailing lower until he found your breasts again, groaning as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation of his mouth on your sensitive skin, combined with the relentless pace of his hips, had you gasping, your body on the verge of breaking apart with pleasure.
âFuck, âcould suck these tits all day,â Joel murmured against your skin, his teeth grazing your nipple as he switched to the other breast, sucking and licking, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he fucked you harder.
âSo fuckinâ beautiful. Youâd get this all the time with me, baby. Youâre my good girl, hm?â
âYes,â you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, your nipples aching under his relentless attention. âIâm your good girl. Please, donât stop.â
Joel growled, a deep, primal sound that sent a shiver down your spine as he kissed his way back up to your mouth, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss.
His tongue invaded your mouth, hungry and demanding, as he continued to pound into you, each thrust harder than the last, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
You whimpered beneath him, your nails digging into his back as he pounded into you, his cock brushing against that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.
The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming you, and you could barely form coherent words. All you could do was moan his name, begging for more.
âThatâs my good girl,â Joel rasped, his lips trailing down your neck as his hips snapped harder, faster. âYou love this, baby? You love havinâ my cock so deep inside you, fuckinâ you the way you deserve. Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you need it.â
âI need it,â you gasped, your voice barely a whisper as your head fell back against the wall, your body trembling with pleasure.
âI need you so bad, Joel. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me harder. I love it. Please, Joel, donât stop.â
âI wonât stop,â he growled, his hands sliding up your body, cupping your breasts again as he continued to thrust into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over.
âIâll never stop. Youâll never go a day without feelinâ this. Without knowing how fuckinâ perfect you are.â
His lips moved across your face, kissing your cheeks, your jaw, before finding your neck again, sucking and biting at your skin as he pounded into you. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushed you closer to the brink of release.
His tongue claimed your mouth with the same intensity as his cock claimed your pussy, his hands still worshipping your body as if he couldnât stop touching you.
âYou feel so good,â he growled against your lips, his breath ragged as his hips continued to slam into you.
âThis is what Iâd do every single day if you were mine. Iâd wake you up with my tongue on this perfect pussy, make you cum before breakfast, fuck you until you canât even think straight.â
You moaned loudly, your body arching into his as his filthy words made your head spin, the pleasure building inside you with every thrust of his cock.
His hand slid down your body, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked you, his touch sending sparks through your veins.
âIâm gonna make you cum, babygirl,â Joel whispered, his voice thick with desire as he kissed you again, his tongue dominating yours. âI want you to cum all over my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you love it.â
You whimpered, your body trembling as the pleasure mounted, your mind going blank as Joelâs cock slammed into you harder, deeper. His hand on your clit, his mouth on your neck, his body pressed tightly against yoursâit was too much, and you felt yourself spiraling toward release.
âThatâs it,â he growled, his voice rough as he felt you tighten around him. âCum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock.â
With a final, devastating thrust, the coil inside you snapped, and you screamed his name as your orgasm tore through you, your body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.
Your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him as he groaned deeply, his hips never stopping, prolonging your pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm.
Joelâs hips slowed, but his thrusts remained deep and deliberate, his cock throbbing inside you, the heat of him radiating against your skin. His breath came in hot, ragged bursts against your neck as his hands roamed possessively over your body, caressing every inch of your trembling form.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he groaned, his voice thick with need as his hips ground deeper, each thrust making your body arch against him. âYouâre fuckinâ perfect. My good girl.â
His words sent another jolt of desire through you, your body still sensitive from your orgasm, but you could feel his need, the tension in his body as he held back. His cock twitched inside you, and you knew he was closeâso close.
Joelâs pace slowed slightly, his cock throbbing deep inside you as he hovered over you, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. His hand slid down your side, possessive, as if every inch of your body belonged to him now. He kissed along your jawline, his voice husky, thick with lust and something deeper.
âWhere do you want me to cum, baby?â he rasped, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his cock still twitching inside you.
âTell me where you want it. Iâll give you whatever you want.â
You felt a rush of heat, your body trembling with the intensity of the moment. Your voice came out shaky, but full of want as you gasped, âInside, Joel. Please cum inside me.â
A guttural groan escaped his throat, his eyes darkening as he stared at you, the words hitting him like a spark to gasoline.
"God, Iâve been dreaminâ of hearing you say that," he growled, his hips bucking forward again, harder this time. "Pumpinâ you full of my seed. Fuck⌠the thought of you pregnant with my child?"
âThe thought of you, round and swollen with my babyâfuck, sometimes I just cum from imagininâ it,â he growled, his voice growing more desperate as his thrusts quickened, his cock hitting deep inside you with every movement.
âYouâd be so beautiful, so perfect. And youâd be mineâall mine.â
His words sent a shock of pleasure straight through you, the intensity of his dirty talk igniting every nerve in your body. Joelâs hands gripped your hips harder as he thrust deeper, his cock filling you completely with each powerful stroke. His voice was raw, full of desperate hunger as he whispered in your ear.
âImagine it,â he rasped, his breath hot against your neck, his cock pounding into you relentlessly.
âYou, swollen with my baby. Iâd make you cum again and again while my child grows inside you. Iâd take care of you, worship you⌠make you feel like the goddess you are.â
The filthy images he painted, combined with the overwhelming sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy, made your body tremble, your mind reeling with the intensity of it. Your fingers dug into his back as your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
His pace grew faster, more frantic as he chased his release, the idea of you full of his cum, of you carrying his child, driving him wild. You could feel him getting closer, his grip on your hips tightening as his cock swelled inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic.
âYouâd be such a good mother,â he groaned, his voice rough as he buried his face in your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
âFuck, Iâm gonna fill you up, baby. Iâm gonna cum so deep inside you. Iâm gonna make sure every drop stays inside. â gonna be so full of my cum.â
You were lost in him, lost in the way his body felt against yours, the way his words wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into the pleasure.
âYes, Joel,â you gasped, your voice shaky as your body trembled with anticipation. âPlease, cum inside me. I want it so bad.â
âTake it, baby. Take all of it. Iâm fillinâ you up. God, you feel so fucking good.���
With a deep, primal growl, Joelâs hips slammed into you one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside as he came with a force that made his whole body shudder.
He held you tightly, his breath ragged as he groaned your name, his cum spilling inside you, filling you completely.
You could feel every twitch, every hot pulse of his release, the sensation sending you over the edge again, your body convulsing as a second wave of pleasure crashed through you.
His body shook with the force of his release, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged pants as he held you tightly, his cock twitching inside you as he emptied himself.
He stayed like that for a moment, his body pressed tightly against yours, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he caught his breath. His cock still twitched inside you, his cum warm and thick as it filled you completely. His hands caressed your sides, his touch tender and loving despite the roughness of what had just happened.
Joelâs arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he buried his face in your neck, still trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. âFuck⌠youâre perfect,â he whispered, his voice soft but full of emotion. ââ everything Iâve ever wanted.â
His cock still twitched inside you, the warmth of his cum spreading through your core as he slowly pulled back, pressing soft kisses along your neck, your shoulders.
Joel's breathing was still heavy, his chest pressed against yours as he held you tightly, his cock still buried inside you. He kissed your neck softly, murmuring between deep breaths.
âIâve been waitinâ for this,â he rasped, his voice low and raw. âYou have no idea how long Iâve been savinâ this for you, baby. No one else could ever do it for me. Youâre the only one⌠the only woman I want. Iâm full of it, every drop of cum was meant for you.â
His words were tender but possessive, the weight of what he was saying wrapping around you. His hand slid up your side gently, still exploring, as though he couldnât get enough of touching you. His lips brushed your ear, and his voice took on a pleading tone.
âPlease, baby,â he whispered softly, his fingers tightening around your waist. âLeave him. You deserve more. You deserve to be worshipped, loved, the way Iâll love you every single day. Youâre mine now. You know that, donât you?â
You felt your heart pound at the weight of his words, your body still trembling from the intensity of the moment.
As the intensity of the moment began to fade, the weight of Joel's words hung in the air between you. You felt the warmth of his body still pressed against yours, his breath steadying as he held you close, but now, the frantic passion had simmered into something deeper. Something certain.
For the first time in what felt like forever, clarity washed over you. Joel had peeled back all the layers of doubt, of shame, of loneliness, and left you with the undeniable truthâyou deserved this. You deserved more.
You shifted slightly in his arms, and he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was soft, no longer driven by raw desire, but by something far more profound. There was a silent question there, one he didnât have to ask out loud. He had already said it all.
You smiled softly, your fingers tracing over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. You didnât need to say anything right now. You didnât need to make promises or decisions this second. But for the first time, you knew. You knew what you wanted, who you wanted.
And Joel knew it too.
âIâll wait for you,â he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple, the tenderness of the moment grounding you both. âWhenever youâre ready.â
You nodded, feeling lighter than you had in years. You werenât just his nowâyou were finally yours.
As the room grew quiet, the weight of your choices settled in, but it wasnât daunting anymore. It felt like freedom. Like the start of something new.
The beginning of everything youâd been missing.
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#BUILD-A-BLOB !?
bad â summary. good news? your nephewâs birthday gift to you definitely works. bad news? turns out to be a cranky four armed creature that nags at everything you do. good / bad news? heâs smokinâ hot and you wanna fuck him nasty. seriously, what the fuck.
cw. explicit content. foul language. monsterfĹŤcking. blobkuna to true form!kuna. double penetration. anÄl. deepthroÄting. cunningĹŤlus. pĹŤssy slapping. bÄckshots. belly bulge. creÄmpie. degradation (he calls you mean things) overstimulation. dumbification. mentions of drug usage. sukuna speaks like he has a stick up his ass. pĹrn without plot. 4.4k words.
renaâs â note. guys iâm giggling so hard at the gif HELP
âthe fuck are ya starinâ at?â
technically speaking, you think youâre looking at a seven foot monster with more arms than you can count, more mouths than necessary and much more tattoos than you can see. just a minute ago, this entity had been an ugly formless blob with a singular eye and bucked teeth that sat against your window, forming incoherent sentences as âme want waterâ, âme need lightâ or your personal favorite, âme want you to fuck offâ.
youâd left to check on your plants momentarily, coming back to your living space to find that the blob had transformed into a . . . human? something along the word that you use very loosely.
he stands tall and proud and very nakedâ though unimpressed, toned arms crossed and ass cheeks facing the world outside. you can see the reflection of his clenched buns through the glass andâ is that a fucking tramp stamp?
âiâm thinking. . . what used to be my birthday gift,â you answer slowly, brows pinched in confusion as your head tilts. itâs below you, sure, but you canât help staring at whatâs below him. surely itâs the weed catching up to you because thereâs no way that, âis thatâ holy shit, is that two dicks?â
âperverted woman,â the man (question mark) clicks his tongue, as if he isnât the one dressed in his birthday suit, asshole bearing for pedestrians outside to file public indecency on you. âyour reaction suggests youâve never witnessed the presence of two at once.â
âwell. . . no,â he stares at you as if youâre the one with four arms and abnormally long legs. you crouch down, index finger scratching at the corner of your mouth to analyze it some more. you were curious, nothing more! you feel the multitude of his eyes trailing your movements, daring you to proceed forward. he truly doesnât know you.
they stack atop one another, though both sizes are nothing to scoff at. packing in both girth and length, they stand tall and semi hardened, with curves to the right. heâs got prominent veins running all over his skin, mushroom tips an angry shade of reddish brown. frowning, you peek your head lower to confirm following suspicions,
his tone is rough along the edges, âi do not possess four testicles.â damn it.
âboo, you suck,â you sigh, indeed disappointed by the confirmation. youâd think a monster with monstrous limbs and monstrous cocks would own monstrous balls. âwhatever.â you stand back up on your feet, though youâre met with hard ripples of glistening abs.
âso like,â you pause, now shamelessly staring at his torso with shimmering eyes. heâs ripped with an eight pack, waist snatched like a motherfucker and skin inked like a colouring book. âwhat do i call you?â
you think you hear him chuckle, âhow foolish,â a mouth then appears on his stomach, to which you jerk back from how sudden it was. your brows jump to your hairline, eyes widening as teeth bare at you menacingly. âit is common decency to introduce yourself firsthand. have you no manners in the presence of a king?â
âa who?â you squawk, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. this four-armed freak was a king? from where exactly? you shake your head, as if to turn off your inner monologues and quiet the voices down, âright, right. erm, you can call me y/n.â
he repeats your name slowly, followed by a deep chuckle. the rumble of your name against his voice sends a weird tingle down your gut, as you crane your neck upwards to finally look him in the face.
you gulp. damn it, he was attractive all around. though morally questionable, you found his features dashing. sure, there was the weird thing stuck in the side of his face that resembled a mixture of flesh and wood. and yeah, he had an additional set of slender eyes. however, his facial harmony somehow blended perfectly. his facial structure was sharp all around, from his nose bridge to his jawline, and his ears with pierced.
what more could anybody want?
blame it on the sativa or the fact you hadnât been fucked in a while, but it was your birthday and you want your birthday gift, damn it. there shouldnât be anything wrong with thatâ the pulsing at your core had your thighs rubbing together subtly (you hoped) (he smirked when he noticed your legs shifting) (fuck, he already knows).
âyou will address me as sukuna, mortal.â he says instead, one of his arms mounting to grasp at a piece of your hair. heâs beefy, big biceps surrounding your peripherals as they flex hard. he twirls your hair between his fingers, and shit, youâre gonna need his nail technicianâs reference.
âyou talk like you have a stick up your ass,â your voice sounds distant, as distracted as you are, perverted eyes trailing to follow the bulging of his muscles. even his forearm is sexy, a large vein running course beneath his skin amongst others. âyou ask for my name and choose to call me mortal? corny.â
âi am not a product of this time,â he riddles, tugging at the strand in his hold. the searing pain of his tug at your hair has you moaningâ in agony or pleasure, who truly knowsâ and before you know it, he spreads the rest of his large fingers at your scalp, âyou say i speak as if i have a stick up my ass,â shivers run down your spine when his fingernails scratch at your head, âbut really it is you who wants my stick up yours, huh?â
you blink. how the fuck did he know? âth-thatâs not even remotely trueââ
âdo not lie,â another arm lifts to cup at your face. his index rests beneath your jaw as his thumb sits at your chin. you feel the sharp edges of his nails grazing at your skin, âyour scent is rather . . . pungent.â
you feel heat quickly spread to your cheeks and your panties effortlessly dampening. he smirks, dipping his thumb into your parted mouth, before scrunching his nose into a whiff, âah, there it is again.â
the pad of his thumb swipes against your bottom lip, skin collecting your saliva before rubbing the fluid all over your mouth. you feel the tip of his nail poking into the flesh, and your brows furrow, âand you called me the perverted one.â
âthat remains true.â anotherâ jeez, how many moreâ arm snakes at your waist. it creeps below your shirt and sits at your bare skin, a touch so warm it sends jolts of electricity across your limbs. his hand rests at your lower belly, and when a wet tongue drags itself across your sensitive skin, you clamp your lips down around his thumb in a whimper, âyouâre an obedient one. i think iâll have fun with you.â
your brows furrow as your cunt clenches. his smirk deepens and, fuck you really need to stop doing that, âhave fun with me?â
âit has been a while since iâve fooled around with a mortal,â he hums, slipping his thumb out of your mouth. thereâs a thin string of saliva connecting from your lips to his fingertip, and you hate how you already crave the salty flesh back in your mouth. âlet us see just how weak the human body truly is.â
somewhere along the lines, you find yourself on your knees in your living room, carpet digging into your kneecaps as your fingers interlock at your back. your jaw aches, to the point of snapping as two fat cocks shove themselves down your throat. you breathe through your nostrils as your mouth is clearly occupied, fat tears dotting at your lash line and dribbles of saliva slipping past your lips and down his cocks.
two of his hands grasp at your head as leverage, hips thrusting up and down your throat. the gags that escape you are pornographic, throat muscles clenching around the intrusion. fuck, the strong musk of his pubic hairs cloud your senses and overwhelm your mindâ driving you dizzy in arousal.
âloosen up yer throat,â sukuna commands, though you find it contradictory as another one of his abnormally large hands wrap themselves around your throat. he presses just lightly, as if to trace over the bulge of his dicks inside of you, but the lack of oxygen has your body liquifying in heat. you think you see stars, and your pupils start to dilate. âcâmon mortal, donât pass out on me nowâ weâve only just begun.â
easy for you to say, you roll your eyes, though complying to his orders. shit, itâs really hard to breathe but you canât deny you love how objectifying all of this feels. bounding your own hands back, kneeled in front of this king, hair grouped up in one hand to tug onto. he was using you as if you were merely a toy for his own pleasure, mushroom tips repeatedly abusing the walls of your throat.
your cunt clenches around air, gushing more of your essence against the flimsy material of your panties. his stomach clenches tightly, as do his thigh muscles, the embodiment of man in front of you, destroying your throat.
fuck, your clit throbs.
the king coos at you degradingly, ruby eyes narrowing down at your figure, âawnn, âs it too much for ya?â you feel a wad of spit land on your cheek, and despite the nastiness of the actions, the filthiness has you clenching your thighs together. of course he finds pleasure in your desperation, leaning back further into the couch to cock his head at you, âhumpinâ on yerself like a desperate slut begginâ for a proper dicking. how pathetic,â
you nod your head eagerly, as your mouth fails to express just how badly you do want him. heâs so deep down your throat, you swear you feel him near your heart. the sting at your scalp plus the lack of oxygen and your need to have him stuff you full drives you wild with wantâ so desperate that tears leak through your eyes, stream down your cheeks and land right at his dicks.
âmhm, iâll take care of ya,â sukuna cuts himself off with a deep groan, sliding further down into his seat. he shifts his hips deeper down your throat, and you gag terribly loud, âyou hungry, mortal? open wide and, fuck, take what i give yaââ another grunt leaves him, and as does thick ropes of cum do.
your eyes widen as youâre greeted with hot cum shooting down your throat. itâs creamy, thick and so, so much of it that youâre certain swallowing it all would be impossible. your cheeks hollow as you attempt in your best efforts to gulp him down, the flavour of salty semen bursting at your taste buds.
âgreedy bitch,â he chuckles through a moan, grinding his hips in rotations as he rides down the high. sweat dribbles down the crevices of his abs, stomach clenching hard as he empties his balls in you. âthaaatâs itâshit, not fuckinâ bad.â
when he finally pulls out, you gasp loudly for the sweet air you had been deprived of. your body trembles as you release your own hold, hands flying up to grasp at his thick thighs. your fingernails scrape at his skin as your chest heaves.
âyâre so,â you pant, and you can barely register how broken your voice sounds. did his cocks destroy your vocal chords already? âyâre so fuckinâ. . . mean.â
âtoo much?â sukuna cackles, though heâs nowhere near sounding apologetic. his fingers cupping your face swipe at fallen tears on your cheeks. at the feel of a wet tongue licking at your damp skin, you pout in retaliation, brows furrowed and swollen lips puckered, âbetter get it together, âm gonna stretch that pussy out.â
damn itâ he had such a way with words. you subconsciously lean your cheek further into his touch, and the grin he gives you is barbaric, âface down, ass up.â
so yeah, you find yourself with your cheek pressed into the softness of your couch, hips pulled up and thighs spread as sukuna feasts. the panties you once wore stuffed in your mouth, they muffle the wanton sounds that rip out your abused throat.
you feel his tongue lap at your folds hungrily, fingers spreading your pussy lips apart for better access. he tongue fucks into your hole, lips sucking and nibbling at your clit with precision. wet heat intrudes your insides and have your stomach tightening.
fingernails scratching at the couch, your back arches as you grasp at anything for support. having multiple mouths should be illegalâ you feel tongues trailing all over your thighs and the dip in your back, you feel them rimming at your backside. you even think you feel one diving into your ass.
âmmph, mâkunaaa!â you wail, toes curling as you push your hips further into his face. youâd never been eaten out as good as he is, nose deep in your cunt as your insides get devoured. youâre so overwhelmedâ your puffy clit secreting essence as a slick tongue flicks at the bean.
a hand slaps once, twice at your ass as another pair of hands grip at your plush flesh. âshut thâfuck up,â he speaks into you, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers up your spine. you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, foot shaking uncontrollably. when the hands cupping at your breast begin tugging at your nipples, tongues flicking the stiff bud, you feel your dam erupt.
âmmfuuuuckkk!â you whine, as your cunt gushes in his face. he never lets up, tongue repeatedly scissoring your hole as he swallows your juices. youâre squirting so much it drips all over his face and down the suede couch, down your thighs. you think your soul had been taken by this damn near succubus with how long it takes for you to come back to your senses.
he pulls back with a nasty smack from his lips to your lower ones, using the back of his hand to wipe at any excess fluids, âsweet cunt,â he praises you, and you weakly whine, body drained of energy as you fall limp into the soaked couch. youâre out of it, bottom lip quivering as your limbs tingle in blissâ you feel your lids growing heavier by the second but sukuna is having none of that, âaht ahtâ where the fuck dâyou think yer goinâ?â
you feel pair of hands pull your hips back up and another grab a handful of your hair in a steady hold. youâre immediately pulled up on all fours, and you whimper at the firm blows he lands yet again on your ass.
he lifts himself on his knees, and you feel his hardnesses rub against the curve of your booty, âtold you i was gonâ stretch this pussy outâ âm a man of my fuckinâ word.â and shit, you think you push your ass back against his leaking cocks, dragging the beady fluids all over the softness of your skin.
your back arches sinfully as you spit out the soaked panties from your mouth and onto the floor. the slide of his dicks in between your thighs has your stomach heating in lust, the drags of his tips at your clit reenergizing you faster than youâd like to admit.
âmmhm, thatâs it,â he grumbles into the supple skin at your neck, grazing his fangs teasingly at the flesh and his warm breath further dampening your skin. the large hands that cupped at your waist now lean you forwards against the arm of the couch, and you suddenly feel a lot of blood rushing to your brain. your arms feel weak as they support your body weight, your back arches like a cat and legs stretched outâ
holy shit, are you hanging off the fucking couch?
âgive up and you fall face first onto the damn floor,â the king cackles, as if the funniest joke in the world, as if your cunt wasnât gushing your essenceâ begging to be filled and tore apart. your eyes widen comically as your knees buckle just slightly at the feel of his cock rubbing at your clenching hole, âtry and keep up, mortal.â
sukuna grips at the base of his first dick, aligning it to your entrance. you hear him hiss as he collects your cum around the circumference of his tip, fingernails digging deep into your waist. fuck, that hurts so good. any further deeper and youâre certain heâd draw blood.
now, you were definitely no athlete the way he took his sweet time teasing you both. you had barely finished coming down from your previous orgasm, and with the excessive blood seeping into your brain, you felt yourself dizzying quicker than youâd anticipated, âkunaaaâ hurry, i canât hold out any longerâ ngh fuuuck!â
your nails claw at the wooden floor when you felt him finally bottom out. holy fuckâ how many inches was he packing? you could physically feel your pussy stretching out to his size, to accommodate to the intrusion of his ruthless cock into your tight hole. the sudden penetration hurt in a way that had your clit tingling, walls clamping down as if to seize him from moving any further.
âmortal,â he groans deeply, and there goes another spank at your ass. naturally, you clamp down harder. âquitâ fuck, squeezinâ so tight. how the fuck am i sâposed to dick you down when youâre grippinâ me like a damn vice?â
ââs too much!â you argue, though your hips roll around as if to adjust to his unreasonable size. you feel more tears flooding your eyes, and your core aches for a mean pounding. âjust. . . gimme a minute,â
âa minute?â he repeats, though his tone is far from understanding. thereâs a hint of mischievous dripping from words, and shit, heâs already pulling out. your cunt negates your words, desperately latching onto his length as if to reprimand him from exiting any more. he notices your contradiction, âdoesnât seem like yer pussy needs a minute. gotta tell you baby, i donât like liars.â
your toes curl as he fucks himself back into you. the moan that rips from your throat is far beneath your ability to stop, and you squeeze your eyes shut. he repeatedly pounds into your cunt, the more the strokes, the deeper it goes. he may as well create an indent in your guts with how intense his thrusts are.
âhnng, ohmyfuckkk,â your back only arches further, the delicious burn of his dick stretching your velvet walls driving your mind delirious. his pace is insaneâ with every meet of his hips at your ass, you jerk forward, tits jiggling in the process. you feel hands spreading your cheeks for better access, alongside a wad of spit land at your cunt, sealed by a nice slap on your reddened ass.
heâs crushing your cervix. it hurts but you donât want him to stop. itâs all too overwhelmingâ the repetitive slaps of his heavy balls at your sensitive clit, the way he digs himself deep into you, rolling his hips to reach all sensitive spots inside your spongy self. god, you can hear how sinful the point of contact between both your bodies as it echoes in the living room.
âcreamy fuckinâ pussy,â sukuna grunts, tone so low you assumed he was more so speaking to himself. your wetness had submerged into a thick essence of cream around the base of his shaft, further easing the ruthless slides of his dick into your cunt. you donât ignore how his second cock twitches against your asshole. âyou tryna snatch my damn soul? tsk, greedy slut.â
your arms are giving out. your thighs burn and furthermoreâ your cunt aches, badly. heâs giving and giving, pounding so mercilessly into your pussy it was as if he were mad at you. youâd never been fucked so profoundly, his tip bullying into you so meanly with the additional mix of blood rushing into your headâ fuck, you need a break.
still, sukuna seems two steps ahead of you, slithering an extra arm to your nape and gripping at your hair. two other hands drag your hips backwards in place, simultaneously pushing himself back where heâd once beenâ snug in the comfort of your warm pussy. ânah, nah, donât you fuckinâ run away. fuckinâ take what i give youââ he holds you by the hips and lifts you up and down on his cock. you feel your feet leave the couch as a majority of the weight you held onto your palms were lifted. âthis is what you wanted. mhm, be a good bitch and own up to your consequences.â
youâre babbling, the idea of you being a toy again for his use, the new angle of his cock protruding inside has drool dribbling down your chin and your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. âtoo d-deep, feel you in myâ nghhh, h-heart.â
ââs that so?â he chuckles heartily, and your mind is too numb to register the weird sting that grows at your forbidden zone. youâre too fucked out to notice what he has in store for you, âletâs double that shit. pierce right through yer mortal heart and mark it my territory.â
a sharp wail erupts, as youâre now filled to the brim with two girthy cocks. itâs an uncomfortable stretch in an area you were far from accustomed to, but in your current position, youâre nowhere near able to stop him. youâre not too sure you want him tooâ his cocks rubbing against the thin linen that separates your cunt to your ass.
holy fuck, your brain is turning into mush. heâs fucking into you like a madmanâ both your holes abused by the same pair of hips diving deep into your insides. your limbs feel numb, despite now being lifted into the air. heâs fucking manhandling you, hands holding all regions of your body still as he grinds his cocks in. what an out of body experienceâ head and tits jerking to the rhythm his hips set.
your guts are on fire, and you recognize this feeling all too well. the same one that has your eyes crossing to the centre of your face and your wet tongue lolling out of your mouth. your breaths are cut short, your tummy bulging into the shape of the king thatâs taken control of your entire being.
holy shit.
âatta girl,â sukuna whistles when you spray him unexpectedly. your muscles clench as does your cunt and ass around his dicks, body trembling from an outwardly orgasm racking over you. sukuna never lets up, your crying only spurring him on more, âoh yeahhh, now thatâs an ugly face. hah! turns me on.â
youâre snivelling, and you think you feel snot dripping down your nose. through the window where this creature was once an ugly form on nothingness, you watch your reflection. my goodnessâ how is he not stopping? you feel like youâre gonna die, your soul getting snatched from various regions, the repetitive strokes of his dicks at your most sensitive areas. holy shit, youâre gonna die.
âcâmon, entertain me some more,â he accentuates each word with powerful thrusts, and in return, receives splutters of more juices. youâre leaking like a damn faucet, dripping down your thighs and soaking your soiled couch. your fluids leak down to meet his pair of balls, now lubricated as they slap more intensely at your abused clit.
youâre left wordless. seriously, arms as limp as noodles as they hang to your side, head lolled forward. your mind feels so empty yet so full, the familiar pain of overstimulation now taking over your body. your muscles spasm violently around him, uncontrollably as sukuna takes and takes more of you.
âthankyouthankyouthankyou,â although not entirely sure what youâre thanking him for, the words slip past your kiss-bitten lips and into the thick air. you feel him press his own mouth at the column of your sweaty back, and your chants continue, âthankyouthankyouââ
âwhat an obedient lil thing,â sukuna coos, and you feel an extra tongue flick greedily at your tight bundle of nerve. your body begins to seize, stomach caving deeply in as you succumb to the pressure, âwhoâs my good bitch, hmm?â
âm-me.â you answer so weakly that it unsatisfies him. the tongue torturing your clit now bites down onto the bud and you cry out loudly. shit, youâre squirting again.
âi said,â he repeats himself with more finality. the wet squelching sounds of his cocks bullying at your holes overpower his own voice, and you canât stop the shaking of your body. and with every pause, his cocks slam further and further in, âwhoâs. my. good. bitch.â
âmeeee!â you hic, drool be damned as it seeps past parted mouth and down your throat. god, this was so above you and yet, here you were, getting fucked like your life depended on it. it hurts, hurts so good that you simultaneously want to push and pull from his embrace.
he holds you up higher, and your legs wrap around his waist with your back tucked into his chest. his hands slide from your waist to your inner thighs, now holding you tight against him. your head falls back onto his shoulder and in the midst of your daze, you feel a fingernail trailing down the slope of your neck.
âyeahhh,â he chuckles darkly, eyes narrowing onto your fucked out figure. his eyes then flick to the imprint of his cock penetrating at your belly, followed by the inconsistent tremors of your body. ââs what i fuckinâ thought.â
somewhere along the line, youâre left boneless in his strong hold as he fucks and fucks and fucks. heâs everywhere at once, a presence so dominating that youâre left as if you have no other choice but to surrender. but thatâs exactly all there is to it, no? a king using his pussy to his satisfaction.
ââm gonna breed this slutty body full of my cum, make you mine. cause thatâs all yer good forâ ainât that right baby?â you nod, because of course you do. heâs pounding some more and more, and the warmth that fills your belly to the brim is anything but surprising. heâs grunting in your ear, a string of profanities flowing into the air. heâs cumming so much from both cocks that it leaks past your bruised holes.
his hips roll some more, and both your cunt and ass clench around him greedily, milking him out for every drop heâs worth. he hums against your damp face, dragging the tip of nose through a multitude of fluids. you have a weak smile gracing your lips, and his arms tighten possessively around your tinier frame, âhappy birthday indeed, mortal.â
oh my god, youâre gonna die.
. . .what the fuck did i just write.
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oh, to fit him like a glove...
WARNINGS; ooc sukuna, virgin!reader (well... not for long), size kink, BREEDING, vaginal fingering, sukuna only has one dick here cuz i wanted to make it less complicated, COCKWARMING, stomach bulge, degradation, praise, sukuna is a four armed king, overstimulation, mouth-hands, EXCESSIVE CUM
based on this anon's ask! dividers credit; @/cafekitsune
word count; 3k
imagine being sukuna's precious princess of a wife-- whom he spoils and dotes on because its in his interests to do so. like any other woman, youre tiny compared to him, so having you take his cock eventually will be very tedious work, and sukuna will need a lot of patience.
and we all know, sukuna is the most patient man in the world... at least when it means that it'll be worth it for him at the end. and to him, you are worth everything.
he's proud and pleased to be your first... sukuna can't help but feel keen about the idea that he will be the only one ever to have had the pleasure of being so intimate with you.
he watches you intently, as you struggle to take even two of his thick fingers in your tight hole, tearing up and whimpering as he tampers with those delicate spots inside you.
"nngh.. sukuna... that feels so good..." you whimper his name delightfully, it almost makes his enduring patience snap.
outwardly, his face looks calm as he looks down at you with soft lust that takes the form of an almost blank expression.
"does it?" he asks, with a certain playfulness in his voice.
his fingers move a little faster, scissoring you inside and pressing in an upwards manner, where it makes you gasp the most. you're producing so much slick, but your hole is still so tight and unrelenting, clenching around his thick digits even more. sukuna thinks about good it'd feel if his dick was inside instead, and he feels himself aching with desire, twitching and leaking precum from his hidden erection.
...not yet.
he dutifully touches you to your orgasm, and watches with a hitched breath as you tremble on his fingers, walls fluttering against them. your sighs and soft moans reach his ears like nothing else.
his extra hands grope at your breasts, finding solace in them.
"do you think i'm ready yet?" you ask tenderly, after your breath returns to normal.
"... hardly, my love. that was only two of my fingers," sukuna tells you languidly, as he feeds your slick on his digits to the mouth on his stomach.
"only two? oh dear..." you sigh with sorrow, "will i ever be able to take you whole one day?"
he smirks at the question, and leans down into your chest while holding ahold of your hand.
"well of course. i'll make it happen no matter what. i promise."
the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.
when it does happen, you best be ready for him to breed you full every night.
however, on some days, the urge gets unbearable, even for himself. he's been saving himself up a little, so he could pour everything inside you when the time comes, but the lust gets overwhelming, clouding his sight and judgement.
one night, you gesture towards the bulge in his pants, with a shaking hand.
"what about you? isn't it painful to always withhold yourself like that?" you ask, wanting for him to feel good as well, instead of just yourself.
sukuna grows silent, sweating bullets as his dick throbs upon your mention of it.
the next minute, he's taking it out and slotting it between your thighs, rubbing up against your slit and seeing how the size compares to your stomach.
the temptation is too great.
not. yet.
this was the whole reason he was avoiding using his cock with your body in the first place - because he was afraid he'd cave in and attempt to deflower you when you weren't ready yet, still too tight for him to squeeze in, causing you pain only.
if it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother... but you're one that he cherishes too much... he wants to work to make the end result even tastier. the moment where he'll finally claim you entirely.
the bed creaks as he thrusts in and out between your thighs, rubbing his twitching dick against your hole oozing with slick, also brushing up onto your clit that's swollen from arousal.
" 'm sorry... i wish... there was more i could do..." you whimper sweetly, squeezing one of his large hands.
"there's no need for that. whatever i can't put inside you now... i'll pump in twice as much, once you're ready for me," sukuna whispers gently, holding your hand back, a groan resounding in the back of his throat.
rewards become so much sweeter after restraint. like how you wouldn't pick and eat an unripe fruit from a tree.
"you're doing plenty enough for me... for now," he tells you breathlessly. he adores the glossy look in your eyes.
his cock continues to glide back and forth, and he feels so hot between your thighs.
"i... i want your tip inside when you cum, please," you say, eyeing his dick with a certain neediness.
"are you sure, love?" he asks, hoping you'll say yes. you nod fervently.
sukuna feels lightheaded at the thought of it, all the while his dick gets more and more sensitive against your thighs... his balls feel so heavy and full, all those times he held himself back coming to catch up on him.
you squeeze your legs around him harder, making him groan, cock pulsing for all it's worth. he thinks about how tightly your walls would clamp around him. the heat from your insides, and your slick covering his shaft. he's close.
he suddenly spreads your legs.
at this stage, he's only barely able to get his tip past your entrance. it's possible when he does it slowly enough. you whine beneath him, doing your best to not go against his arms that are pinning your legs down.
a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. sukuna uses an extra hand to stroke the rest of his dick as his tip remains snug inside your puckering hole. when it comes, he gives a choked-off gasp from how good his first-in-a-while release feels.
he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from burying himself any further.
the ropes of cum seep and trickle into your womb in thick, heavy spurts, and the hotness of it gets you breathing unevenly, being so aroused by this sensation. there's a copious amount. he continues jerking himself off to get every last droplet out, and his own hand can feel the intense twitches of the veins on his erection.
it's not nearly enough to satisfy him, but it's enough to keep him patient.
once his tip pops out from your wet hole again, his spend come out of it in large globs, and sukuna can't help but admire the sight, his dick twitching weakly in his hand.
he abstains from cumming all over again for another few weeks- another few weeks of stretching you out with his fingers, and prepping you to perfection.
when the day finally creeps up, where he believes you're ready to take him whole, sukuna hears and feels his heartbeat in his own ears.
ever so slowly. he's sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he has you lower yourself on his throbbing cock as he's face to face with you, ever so slowly. your body trembles lightly and he feels it on his hands and fingers as they're placed against your hips. sukuna senses your anxiousness that flows from you in large waves.
your hole is so tight, trying to push the intrusion out, but the wetness from your slick helps his cock slip inside easier, and sukuna's breath is kept within the back of his throat as you swallow him up deeper and deeper.
he's sweating. you're sweating. but soon enough, you're sat on his lap completely, having gotten all of him inside you at last. you can barely breathe with how tightly you enclose around him. how his cock is nudged up snugly against your cervix, pushing the literal air out of your lungs. and the way you feel it twitching inside.
sukuna has never been more patient, more self disciplined, more repressed than in this moment. one wrong movement and he feels like he could snap and start thrusting in without concern for you in any moment. no. he shouldn't do that. it would ruin all everything he's done to build you up for this moment.. but your walls keep tauntingly squeezing around him...
"i- i can finally fit all of you inside..." you say with glee, tears on your lashes, but looking very proud of yourself. it snaps him back to sanity, a little bit.
"of course... you were made for me, after all. so perfectly mine, fitting me like a glove," sukuna mumbles, as his bigger tongue licks against your clit, arousing you more so that you could loosen up for him. his praise gets to your head and makes you feel sheepish, wanting to do more to please him. but you don't think you can do that, just yet.
"can we stay like this for a bit, please?"
"that would be...for the best. can't have my wife splitting in half, can i?" sukuna jests rather sinisterly.
"oh, you..." you pout at him. the larger tongue rubs against you more persistently to distract you, and he smirks as it does the trick. you whimper, and your walls pulse gently around him making him groan. your eyes get half lidded, already feeling somewhat exhausted, and you lean your face against the large man's chest.
veins are bulging out of his arms, and one on his forehead. you seem so relaxed, unbeknownst to the fact that he's currently doing everything to keep himself together. you're like a tiny mouse trapped in the claws of a tiger.
sukuna starts to bite and kiss down your neck and shoulder to satiate himself.
few minutes after you've calmed yourself a little, your eyes start wandering down, taking notice of the bump on your stomach, from having him inside you.
"it goes without saying, but you're so big..." you press against it without thinking, and you feel him throb inside you intensely. sukuna grabs your wrist with a growl.
"are you trying to test my patience right now?"
you look at him with wide eyes, from how unusually on edge he is... something about him being all restless makes you feel aroused. you're doing that to him. a man who rarely ever feels. but you've gotten him all sensitive.
" 'm sorry. kiss me?" you ask sweetly, lips curling up in a foxy way.
his gaze softens.
"when you ask me so sweetly... i can't deny you, can i?"
and he leans down to press his lips onto yours, despite seeing the mischief in your eyes. your arms go around his neck, and as he's kissing you, his hands go for your breasts.
you tighten up on his leaking dick, making him moan into your mouth. his grip on your hips squeeze harder, but he doesn't stop kissing you.
you want to make him cum. you want him to lose control from being inside you.
sukuna breaks the kiss with a little choked off heave, when you begin to roll your hips around him slightly.
"you're getting awfully ahead of yourself-"
you cut him off by latching your mouth to the side of his neck, suckling and running your tongue against his skin while your hips keep moving.
he'd call you cute, but it's working. sukuna grits his teeth and his eyes get heavy lidded, dick getting impossibly harder. his heavy breathing adds to your excitement.
"i never knew my wife was such a whore. i'll be sure to return this favour later," sukuna tells you with a low voice, his hands now guiding your hips against him.
you're wordless, as you continue running your lips and tongue up his skin, moving onto his jawline, only giving a whine in response, feeling his tip press into the entrance of your womb.
such lousy movement usually wouldn't be near enough for him, but...
his head lulls back, exposing the way his adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly, getting close... your little kitten thrusts and the way you're tonguing the sensitive area under his jaw...
sukuna's hips jolt into you for the last time.
" 'm cumming-"
his mouth hangs open as he releases - dumping weeks' worth of seed into your cunt. his body jerks against you and you bite into his shoulder.
his cock throbs erotically in your clamping walls, and you milk him effortlessly, and you moan on his neck, while still suckling and tonguing the same area, feeling the hotness of his cum as it thickly pours into you, making your belly swell a bit from it.
sukuna groans as he seeds your womb properly for the first time, two hands on your hips, one against the back of your neck, and the remaining arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his dick pulses inside you.
your head is whirring from the tense situation, being creampied so lewdly for the first time, to think that he's released inside, and the feeling of his every breath as he orgasms, is enough to make you feel so exhilarated.
suddenly, he stills.
it makes you a little nervous, so you detach your upper body from him and aim to look at his expression. but before you can make any further movement, you're suddenly thrown onto your back against the soft mattress of the bed in the speed of light. he keeps himself buried in you, making sure to plug you up nicely.
when you meet his eyes after a shocked gasp, you see his darkened expression, his eyebrows furrowed, but his mouth curved up in a toothy, sinister grin.
"you really tested me back there, didn't you?" he rasps, grabbing your face and forcing you to keep your gaze on him.
"i hope you're aware that i'm not letting you get a wink of sleep tonight."
not a word gets out of your mouth, before sukuna pulls his dick back, and slams his hips into you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls.
your voicebox makes a noise that you never thought was possible, a noise that's mixed with both a moan and a scream.
"oh, fuck..." sukuna mumbles gutturally, beginning to thrust in and out of you the way he's always wanted to. your hands fist the sheets behind your head, and his hands keep your legs spread apart for him, while the other two pinch at your breasts roughly, groping at your flesh so brazenly.
his heavy balls slap against your ass as his hips rut into you, making sure to drive himself in to the hilt, before pulling out to the tip and doing that all over again.
you squeal and mewl under him, eyes watering from pleasure and already getting overstimulated as he fucks you senseless. to think that only a few weeks ago, you were only able to fit two of his fingers. it all feels like a fever dream.
sukuna breathes heavily, his muscles glistening from his own sweat as he indulges in his reward, his reward of you, and your cunt that is finally nice and loose for him, sheathing him so nicely, coating his dick with your slick like the harlot you are. his laboured breaths stutter when your walls pulse around him as you reach your orgasm-- your head tilting back into the mattress.
cock leaking more precum into you, sukuna's eyes become half lidded again as he gets close to his second release.
"you're gonna drive me crazy," he grunts, as his tip reaches your cervix again and again and again.
his thrusts become erratic, and then halts as he busts another thick load into you, making you cry out pitifully.
"fuuck, fuck, fuck...." sukuna shudders, leaning down on his forearms, getting so close that you feel his breath ghosting against your skin, while his other two hands grip onto the sides of your hips. his pecs rub up into your tits and the tongue from his stomach messily laps away at your clit as he empties his balls into you, your pussy seemingly trying to squeeze him dry.
all of his eyes close up as he then kisses you like he's trying to swallow up your tongue. you whimper against his lips, doing your best to reciprocate, struggling to keep up with the pace of this kiss.
he breaks away from your lips.
"c'mon, not good enough. put your tongue into it more," he instructs breathlessly, with somewhat of a disappointed expression. your mind is too hazy from the intense lust but you give a short nod with teary eyes, which makes him smirk before pushing his lips onto you again.
you kiss him back the most you can, and he hums in pleasure, your tongue finally intertwining with his. it distracts you from how full you feel right now, even with only two of his loads in you.
his thrusts slowly start back up again.
"s-sukuna-!" you gasp, breaking the kiss.
"i warned you... it's gonna be a long night," sukuna tells you. he seems to have become more sound of mind after that second orgasm.
"give me more..." he mutters, leaning against the crook of your neck, and licking a stripe up against it, "my precious wife."
your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tight. he grins, and you feel it on your skin.
... eventually when his third load fills you up, he's running his tongue against the shell of your ear, two mouths sucking at each of your nipples, from the way he clasped his palms over your breasts at the last second.
you're trembling beneath him, tears now running down the side of your face, babbling nonsensical words at him.
sukuna leans back to run his third hand through his disheveled hair to slick it up again, and he grins at your state of overstimulation. he feels so good inside you. it was worth waiting and preparing you for so long.
once your orgasm subsides a bit, he finally detaches his mouth-hands away from your tits, making a line of saliva stretch between in the process. then, the mouths disappear. your body relaxes. but sukuna's cock is still inside you.
"you alright, my love?" he asks smugly, looking down at your state of fatigue caused by intense pleasure.
you mumble out something of a 'yes', and he chuckles. his eyes trail down to your now slightly pudgy stomach.
"you're so full with me, my dear wife. haha, it's quite the lovely sight," sukuna tells you softly, pressing his hand down softly against the swell of your tummy. you jolt a little, whining.
"sukuna... too full..."
he leans down closer to your face and wipes the sweat off your forehead, before bringing his lips to the same area gently.
"we can stay like this for a few minutes. rest up. but we're not done yet."
he hasn't even had the chance to sink his teeth into you yet. just a little more. you can do that for him, can't you?
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