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How could anyone be lost in a house for days anyway?
#reading#books read in 2024#bookblr#books#book photography#book blog#bibliophile#books reading#books and reading#book review#house of leaves#mark z danielewski#haus#horror#terror#mystery#unreliable narrators#confusing#so many layers#interactive fiction#interactive novel#tw child abuse#tw childhood trauma#academic#johnny truant#the navidson record#will navidson#review#four stars#september reads
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Gewis - 5 or 18 đ„șđđ
[18: in encouragement]
Lewisâs laugh is loud when George shuffles his way into the kitchen, eyes half open. He groans, flopping onto the stools, forehead pressed against the cool marble of the island. âShut the fuck up.â
Another laugh â quieter this time â and then a hand, warm and heavy, on the back of his neck. Lewis digs his fingers into Georgeâs nape, ruffling his hair, massaging. George lets his shoulders slump lower.
âIâm never drinking again.â
Lewis hums, amused. âYouâve got that meeting with sponsors in, like, five minutes.â
George does not whimper. His stomach rolls, mouth dry and stale. âDo it for me?â
âYeah,â Lewis says, soft but firm. âNot a fucking chance. I had mine the other day.â When he kisses Georgeâs hair, heâs laughing again.
âGodspeed,â he declares and George canât see him but he just knows heâs giving him a salute as he turns back to whatever he was cooking before George walked in. Weirdo.
#this is the first time iâve ever writen george n lewis as like. requited. as them together. i donât love it ngl but i do luv u so here u go#in my mind george had like. four fruit beers and mb a sugary shot and it wiped him out. bless#kiss fic prompt ask game#tw alcohol mention#gewis#mark tag#niamh.asks
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diversity win the horrors beyond your comprehension are autistic
REAL AS HELL
#asks are neat#super cool fan stuff#tmc alternate au#alt mark#blood tw#I can name at least four characters in this au alone that are autistic#and literally all the characters are neurodivergent#shmorps hall of fame
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good evening. the only one who can save you is yourself.
#imma have a birthday in four hours lol#life#living#so old đ„ș#its okay#i am lucky to still be here#its hard#but it gets good around the 40 mark mostly#i say things here#drunk blogging#therapy: it helps#tw depression#mental health#you can do it
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after a little over 2 and a half hours, i finally finished my portrait of the Actor. i opted to go for its stringless form, since that made the most sense for a general reference image.
i decided iâd post the versions with and without the wood grain:
[If you want it to move, be patient and earn its trust. It doesnât have much to spare, so be very kind if you wish for it to let you into its little world.]
-Adamđč
p.s. my hands hurt so bad from working on this dawg, holy crap xD
#og#adam post#nyandela arts#unsettling#tw blood#ball-jointed doll#body horror#<-âitâs rude to tag things like that about someoneâs body but unfortunately i knwo this kind of thing doesnt sit well with everyone#this (finally) completes the drawings of all four of the main counterparts in our system#counterpart (nyandela catalogue)#it may look intimidating but itâs just broken. thatâs not the Actorâs fault :(#mark heathcliff#<-barely#the mandela catalogue#<-just bc of itâs adjacent source
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The funniest comment I've gotten on tiktok to this date, on a video about a lady dumping her fiance because he beat her kid, was a guy saying I was going to go to jail for not getting beat as a kid amd that I'll have a meltdown the first time someone sets a boundary with me.
#first of all thank you sincerely for assuming im well adjusted enough that i didnt#second do you think the one who threatened people with a gun was the one that went to jail. or me#whats my prison sona random stranger#as for the second weird comment its funny to those that know anything about me#ive broken up with friends and a partner in the past for not respecting my boundaries#but sure. im going to jail and be a inconvenience to your remarkable society#child abuse tw#ask to tag#it was genuinely funny i dont even care that more were agreeing with his comment than mine#especially considering i checked his profile and the ones responding were his four and only friends on there#not to judge but bro had to bring in the squad so he wouldnt get ratiod#i remembered it bc tiktok keeps marking my comments and not appealing them#one of them was literally like. the gays are winning.#it would not appeal and i got a strike.
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Sylus discovers you are ovulating and his reaction is⊠intense (pt. 2)
tw: female reader, read part one for context, little bit of brat reader, brat tamer Sylus, reader is ovulating, heavy breeding kink (with a capital B), hair pulling, nipple play, dirty talk, spanking, safe word (not used), mirror sex, mounting, creampie, multiple orgasms, biting, marking⊠phew I think thatâs everything đ«Ł
Part One
Water droplets ran the length of your overheated skin, the temperature little to do with the bath you had emerged from, and everything to do with the clipped instructions Sylus had thrown your way moments agoâŠ
âFive minutes. You have five minutes to get out and get onto all fours on our bed. I want to see my pretty pussy glistening and ready for me⊠maybe Iâll fuck a baby into you, if youâre lucky.â
You hadnât expected such a visceral reaction to your admittance that you were ovulating and feeling more than a little needy. Instead of trying to keep yourself from Sylus, it seemed you should have trusted that he would be able to cope with your raging hormones. Plus, it was painfully evident that the knowledge turned him on.
Hesitating, you debated between towel drying yourself before slinking into the bedroom or leaving yourself dripping wet. You were already slippery between your thighs⊠would it really matter if there a little more lubrication on your skin?
A shudder coursed down your spine and giving in to your body, you quickly wiped away the worst of the water from your arms and legs. The towel lay discarded on the bathroom floor, as did your freshly cleaned pjs, they werenât necessary right now.
The adjoining bedroom was empty, quietâtoo quiet.
Every nerve was on high alert whilst you scanned around cautiously for Sylus and found no trace of him. That fact alone only heightened your senses and drew your gaze to the large mirror hung above your vanity.
Naked. Aroused. Vulnerable. Sensitive. Erotic.
You were all those words and more. The longer you stared at yourself, the bolder you felt. You watched as your thighs subtly pressed together. Hypnotised by the plump, swollen tips of your nipples. The throb of your clit worsening by the second.
Slowly, you knelt on the bed. Your knees sank into the rich comforter, your feet brushing against the overstuffed pillows whilst you positioned yourself as requestedâon all fours with your pussy on display for when Sylus walked through the door.
The seconds ticked by and every one of them felt like an eternity. An agony to endure. White hot heat bloomed low in your belly, and you closed your eyes to focus on your breathing.
âMy my⊠what a good girl you are,â Sylus crowed suddenly.
You gasped, elbows near buckling when his voice appeared out of nowhere. There had been no approaching footsteps, no telltale snick of the door opening and closing. Had he appeared in a haze of obsidian and crimson?
Glancing over your shoulder, you took him in with an audible moan of appreciation. His tall frame stood near the bottom of the bed, naked from the waist up with thin silk bottoms resting low around his hips. He was naked beneath them; the heavy outline of his cock more than evident to your gaze.
His fingers slid beneath your chin as he walked around to near your head, drawing your eyes back up to his face only to cock one eyebrow in amusement.
âEyes up here, sweetie.â
You pouted; chasing the pad of his thumb when it passed over your pursed lips with the wet tip of your tongue. Sylus obliged your whim, pushing past your lips to press down on your warm pink tongue until he pulled it free again with a quiet pop.
âYouâve done so well, but I think we need to adjust you slightly⊠allow me,â he purred, kneeling on the bed to grasp you by the hips.
Squeaking at being so easily manhandled, Sylus began to move your lower half, leaving you to quickly scrabble on your hands until you were face to face with the mirror from earlier. Oh fuckâŠ
âThere we go, now you can see me whilst I take this ripe pussy and make it mine.â
âSylusâŠâ
Your lashes fluttered low, his hand cupping your entire sex until you trembled and bowed on the bed. His fingers curled back only to slap lightly at your highly sensitised skin.
âRemember, kitten, you asked for rough,â he intoned coolly at the same time his free hand grasped a handful of your hair and drew you upward so your back rested against his chest.
His tongue laved the shell of your ear, a groan rumbling in his throat as he trailed hot, insistent lips down your neck to suck marks hungrily onto your throat. Your hips circled, pushing your backside into the straining erection and wetting the crotch of his trousers in the process.
All you could do was moan. Your brow knitted together as you allowed yourself the freedom to experience him freely and without embarrassment or restraint.
Sylus was anything but gentle when both arms wound around your waist and his hands grasped at your breasts. He rolled your puffy buds between his fingers, tugging and pulling until you were panting and squirming from the stimulation.
âTheyâre sensitive, arenât they? Mhm,â he enthused at your nodding head. âImagine how sensitive theyâll be once youâre round with my child. Iâd bet good money on my ability to make you orgasm from suckling them alone.â
What this man was doing to you should be criminal. His words mirrored the depravity of his touch, rough and lacking any grace, but goddammit, thatâs what you wantedâneeded!
In a moment of what you could only describe as pure madness, you huffed through your nose and dared to poke the bearâŠ
âAre you going to fuck me or just keep talking?â
From the reflection in the mirror you could see the surprise in his expression. It flickered across his features for the briefest of seconds before morphing into something dark, mischievous, sinful.
âKitten has claws tonight. I see how it is⊠letâs see how well you can speak when you get what youâre asking for. Ass up, no complaints. Safe word?â
Sylus barely waited for you to bend forward before landing three consecutive smacks to your ass, ending it by rubbing the heated flesh and dipping his fingertips between your slit.
âRed,â you replied through gritted teeth, waiting and anticipating his next actions with that same hot desire swirling like mercury inside your stomach.
He leaned over you back and lowered your face to the sheets with his palm, your body arched to perfection and your cheek smooshed sideways so you could still see in the mirror but you were far more restricted now. You watched him draw to full height on his knees, shucking the bottoms down his thighs and obviously fisting his cock, although your backside obscured your view.
âYouâre already clenching,â he chided, spitting onto his fingers and smearing the saliva along your folds. âRough is fine but I donât want you in pain so⊠relax?â
His voice was like velvet dragged over rough skin, commanding but sincere, a walking contradiction but you wouldnâtâcouldnâtâdeny him a single thing.
Sylus thumbed at your entrance, pushing inside with an appreciative groan. His carmine eye focused fixedly on how your plush walls tried to pull him deeper.
Thoughts of emptying himself inside your cunt filled his mind and he could hold himself back no more. With one final languid pump of his cock, he tapped his purpled tip against your clit then notched himself steadily.
âBaby, please?â
Sylus chuckled darkly. âYouâre asking to get pregnant now? Thatâs cute.â
âThatâs notââ
Your words were cut short by your wonderfully smug partner thrusting into you. It was harsh, and you got the impression he had intended to impale you fully in one blunt swing of hips but the grunt followed by a kissing of teeth was enough to tell you that he was not seated to the hilt as desired.
The stretch was bliss, arousal loosening your walls to accommodate him nicely, but he was impressive and taking him whole was always a marathon and not a sprint, despite what he may wish for.
Sylus thumbed at your clit, stroking around and around until you were pulsing and wriggling. With every roll of your hips and little fidgets, he inched closer to his goal until he was snug in your cunt with the tip of him close to brushing your cervix if he werenât careful.
You mewled beneath him. Eyes hazy but still watching his face in the mirror and the contraction of his abdominals when he eased himself out slowly. His plump bottom lip became trapped between his sharp incisors, nostrils flaring at the heady aroma of your nectar.
âFuckâkittenâyouâre so tight.â
Leaning on your arms, you brought yourself a little higher and preened when he whimpered at the movement, at how your pussy hugged his every vein.
Yes, he was in control and yes, he was turning you into a puddle of nothing but sensations, but there was a sense of power that you were the reason he groaned thickly and his fingers grabbed so desperately at the fat of your ass and hips.
Sylus spread your cheeks apart, his wide palms kneading at you whilst his hips started to snap harder and faster into you, knocking the air loose from your chest.
Every thrust seemed to puncture your lungs, the sounds pouring out of you like a debauched melody grew in pitch and volume until you were sure only animals could hear you. He brought you to the very precipice and when you thought he might be mean and pull back, Sylus only plunged you over the edge into the abyss of pleasure.
His pelvis smacked wetly against your behind, the steady drip of juices tracking down your thighs to ruin the sheets just like your blissed out tears. Your pussy was overstimulated, your clit aching from the precise manipulation he occasionally gifted you between moments where he was pounding you out with such speed and force it seemed almost unnatural.
âGot⊠any complaints⊠now?â He punched out the words, breathless and ragged.
Your head shook emphatically, jaw dropped at the continued stimulation that was forcing you nearer and nearer another orgasm on the heels of the first.
This time, when your cunt fluttered and your thighs trembled, Sylus let himself go too. You could feel the warmth of his heavy load, the idea of his seed inside you making your eyes roll over in sheer bliss.
You expected this to be the end. You were certainly satisfied, your muscles ached deliciously and your skin felt slick with sweat and arousal.
Certainly you didnât expect when Sylus braced a palm on the small of your back and changed his position.
The man was mounting you like an animal!
His large palms held your waist, forcing your hips higher and his face into the crook of your neck. Sylus huffed into you, open-mouthed kisses spread outward to your shoulder and back again.
âFuck⊠fuck! Take it, kitten. You can take it, right? Yes you can. My perfect girl.â His breathing was erratic, the vibration of his voice bouncing around and igniting you in a way you didnât think possible.
The wet squelch of your already filled pussy failed to drown out the noises directed in your ear and you swore for a second you lost complete control of your limbs. You willingly ceded your control to Sylus and trusted him implicitly with your safety.
âOh god! Sylus, Iâoh fuck me,â you cried into the sheets.
âI am, baby, I am. Just like that. Your pussy is milking me. I could fuck you like this for hours. Mm⊠what an idea.â
Sharp teeth bit into your neck, the relief of the welcomed pain broke you into an orgasm and it forced Sylus to follow you over the cliff edge into oblivion. He huffed into your neck once more, guttural groans mingled with your cries of pleasure.
It took you awhile to recover, your heart continuing to race whilst your body slowly drifted back to earth. Sylus rolled to his side, taking you with him. His body took the brunt of the impact and he cradled you tenderly in his arms, cock still plugging you nicely.
âYou asked for rough but now itâs time for soft, my precious sweetheart.â
Gradually, you succumbed to sleep. The sensation of being held, along with your hair being stroked and your back lightly caressed was more than enough to drag you into the blackness of slumber. Your tired muscles would protest in the morning, but right nowâŠ
you couldnât care less.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#lads sylus#lnds sylus#sylus x reader#sylus smut#lads smut#lnds smut#lads x reader#sylusposting#sylus x you
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⥠TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team
⥠fem reader
Itâs been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, youâve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.
Youâve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyesâŠÂ food isnât exactly what they have in mind.Â
The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But heâs also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop.Â
He never listens to you, though â he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders â only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail â smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.
Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails â he canât help but laugh at the way it tickles him.Â
Itâs so painstakingly clear youâre not made to fight back, and itâs so adorable how you donât even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up.Â
It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. Itâs course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until itâs all swollen and throbbing for him â making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite â only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.
But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each otherâŠ
The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other â and you donât know whether itâs unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.
Youâd say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack â always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs donât get along.
The canines are a little scarier, you think. Theyâre rougher with you.
The wolf especially. Heâs older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter.Â
He doesnât take lightly to you talking back to him â acting as though heâs actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if itâs not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, heâll just growl at you â threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar â and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though heâs been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.
He's always extra rough when you reek of cat â as though itâs your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.
Itâs a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.
But the wolf is the worst. One time heâd gone so far as to piss on youâŠÂ
But he was later scolded by the owner â bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else heâd have to go sleep out in the doghouse. Heâd also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.
It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place â that next time you go talking to the owner, heâs going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.
You come to learn that heâs more bark than bite after a while.Â
When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And itâs when youâre burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.
He stops biting and starts sucking instead â laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn heâs a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face.Â
Heâs also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.
He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward.Â
You can only mew as he mounts you next.Â
His tempo is always a bit of a shock â a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when heâs had to wait for so long? Heâs a little younger than you â eager and desperate for it every single time.
Pounding you sharply â hard and fast with howls and heavy panting â even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.
He doesnât growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs â elated and frenzied â eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can â drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.
Itâs a relief he doesnât last as long as his bigger partner.
Heâll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells â lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude â looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that heâd been so feral.
The felines are less spastic.Â
But they also like to lick you â with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until theyâve made sure youâre coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.
But they get flirty, too⊠youâll know when they start kneading your softer parts â blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.
Theyâre the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese â including when they mate with you.Â
Theyâll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you â both so gently.
The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you â his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says itâs one of his favorite things about you â so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.
It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesnât like it when he grooms him.Â
The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.
When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue â whispering all depraved things that come to mind â loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.
Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more â kissing each side of your face, asking whether you wonât allow them both inside you at the same time â their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.
You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together â their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them.Â
They coo at you â telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that â as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And youâre too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.
After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling â sleeping â the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.
The bear is also a lazy fellow â a gentle giant. Something youâre grateful for â you donât think youâd survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.
Heâs the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements â all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.
Heâs satisfied with having you on his lap â cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isnât thinking about eating you.Â
He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut â telling you he likes seeing you eat â that itâs cute how you take such small bites â and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.
Sometimes heâll tell you to hop on his lap â his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly.Â
The size of it makes you pant.
Youâre glad heâs happy having you at the end of the day â after youâve been loosened up by the others. You fear heâd split you in two if otherwise.
The owner collects you before bedtime after everyoneâs had their share â clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom â crawling on all four like an actual animal. Youâll often collapse halfway there, but he doesnât mind scooping you up to carry you instead â always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated youâve become.
Thereâs always a bath waiting for you â a gift for being such a good little pet, he says.Â
It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands â rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.
Heâs always mumbling about human matters under his breath â money, business, estate â ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he wonât trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.
All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief â something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. Itâs communicated through all the other things he says anyway.
Heâs always whispering in your ear before bed â sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are â how youâre the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world â telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that youâre finally settling in â how youâve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.
It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but thereâs a familiarity with them â something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild.Â
With the owner, youâre reminded youâre a pet eating out of his palm â something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.
He doesnât fuck you with the same intent as the others do â thereâs no rut behind his cold movements. Itâs not mating or breeding. Itâs something else you canât put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.
Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat â something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you canât control yourself.
It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.
Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after youâve all but begged him to breed you.
⥠part 1
Owner: ⥠BNHA - Aizawa, AFO ⥠JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku ⥠HQ - Ukai Hyena: ⥠BNHA- Shigaraki ⥠JJK- Mahito ⥠HQ - Tendou Wolf: ⥠BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi ⥠JJK- Sukuna, Naoya ⥠HQ - Sakusa Fox: ⥠BNHA - Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Amajiki ⥠JJK- Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ⥠HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya Leopard & Panther: ⥠BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Dabi & Hawks ⥠JJK - Geto & Gojo ⥠HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma Bear: ⥠BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio ⥠JJK- Toji, Nanami, Higuruma ⥠HQ - Daichi, Ushijima
âĄÂ FEM x M INSERT masterlist âĄÂ GN x M INSERT masterlist
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jjk smut#bnha smut#yandere bnha#mha smut#my hero smut
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TOUCHDOWN ON THAT PUSSY !
a good way to celebrate the victory of a game is to have a sweet little treat right after.
( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, satoru gojo & geto suguru, sexually mature | minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact & 5905 words !
â°â†football player!gojo satoru & afab!reader (she/her) & football player!geto suguru, college football!au, threesome, some bantering on satosugu's part, teasing, oral through the panties, dry humping and groping, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, nipple play, oral (female & male receiving), cum eating, satosugu kiss, not proofread, etc.
( author's note. ) i had a vision of geto licking the pussy clean right after gojo cums in it, so i had to make it a reality. im a whore & also wanted some boy on boy action so accept this because i feel like that's the only right way to do a threesome. especially with satosugu.
Gojo has a promising future ahead of him as he dashes across the football field on the ten second mark. He canât hear a thing underneath his heavy football helmet, but everyoneâs screaming is getting louder as they stand on the bleachers and egging him closer to touchdown. Heâs unstoppable. His teammates back him up as they prevent the opposing team from laying a finger on him and if they get too close, Gojoâs an extraordinaire at ducking and dodging.Â
An absolute fiend he is, blazing through the bright green grass like the roadrunner, swift on his feet as heâs so close to victory. His coach was right, the Racers were no joke as they gave them their most difficult game in the season. Now theyâre at neck-and-neck, tied at 15. His team is depending on him to break this tie, to keep their winning streak going strong and heâd hate to disappoint.
The audience battles between watching the clock and the field, the six ticking down to a five.Â
Five⊠Theyâre starting to have their doubts, dread creeping into their bones as they begin to believe heâs not going to make it. Knuckles turning white as Gojo continues to speed with the ball in his hand.Â
Four⊠Someone is gaining up on him, only a few inches away from tackling him down until heâs beat down. Thereâs a stagger on his feet before he picks up the same moment. Three⊠Twâ It happens in a matter of a split second. With a force that could cause it to deflate, Gojo throws the ball down with his entire strength as he cheers, screaming through the helmet before the huge buzzer overhead goes off and blaring into plenty of ears.Â
Their moment of apprehension is replaced with exhilaration as Gojo pulls off his helmet, revealing his white head of beautiful hair, shaking it as sweat beads down his face. His teammates all come to surround him, his coach getting into the mix as they use all of their strength to throw him in the air. The opposing side mopes, heading to their side as they grab their towels and huddle around each other. While disappointment fills their lungs as their coach tries to give words of wisdom, the other party celebrates.
Itâs always been overwhelming, moments like thisâ especially one so big. Soon Gojo will be drafted, leaving college football to go professional and make it within the NFL. Thereâs already lots of chatter and noise as many people anticipate it. It feels incredulous, though he always expected it. He worked so hard for it and knew he deserved the best, but for it to become closer to him? It feels immaculate to see your dreams coming true before your eyes. Theyâve happened to him aplenty, when he graduated high school and got drafted the first time. It closely resembles this, that tight feeling within his chest thatâs suffocating him and close to putting him on the brink of death.Â
To get to that spot right into the college heâs been wanting to attend since the moment he figured out what he wanted to pursue in life. Everything he put his eye on and decided he wanted, he got it. To know it was through his hard work and dedication to get here, it brings a huge smile on his face.
However, to say he did it all alone would be a lie and a huge disrespect to Geto's name. His close friend stuck with him through it all, holding the same ambitions simultaneously. He put in the same work as Gojo did, landing them both a spot on the same team.The one to pass him the ball and assisting in their victory. The duo was a force to be reckoned withâ undeniably good with each other.Â
The crowd slowly dissipated around Gojo, finally giving him the space he needed to catch his breath properly. Though, said friend and his coach stayed behind. Gojo extends his arms to be pulled into a tight hug. A retired player himself, the coach engulfs Gojo in pride and happiness for the youth. A burly chuckle that leaves his lips. âProud of ya, son. Youâre one of the strongest Iâve got blessed to work withââ Gesturing to Geto, he drags him into the hug as well. ââ You, too, boy! Youâve both made me so proud.â
âThank you, coach,â they say in unison.Â
Out of the helmet, a few strands of Getoâs raven locks have left the band of his bun, the sweat making it stick to his head as he swipes them away. âWe probably wouldâve gotten our ass handed to us if it werenât for you.â
âWell, ainât that damn right!â his coach laughs. âYour football careers wouldâve probably ended before they even officially started.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Gojo jests, hands resting behind his head as he grins widely. âIâdâve been fine without you.â
Slapping him in the back of his head as Gojo winces his pain, his coach chortles. âYour ass wouldâve been in the ground, for sure, with that cocky attitude of yours.â
The coach leaves not too long afterwards before someoneâs walking past the bleachers and onto the football field. You werenât easily spotted at first, maneuvering yourself past hurdles of men as you can only muster up so many âexcuse meâsâ before youâre tired of the repetition. Youâre wearing one of Satoruâs jerseys that he got tailored to fit you just right, it is hugging you and your curves that the football players that want to ogle are immediately deterred they see the number of just who you belong to. Geto spots you first, the white-haired man has his back turned as he grabs a few of his things and is ready to head to the locker room before heâs being nudged. âYour trophyâs arrived.â
Knowing exactly who heâs talking about, Gojo spins on his heel right as youâre easier to make out through the shortening distance. That boyish smile that graces his features as he turns into an absolute fool when youâre in his sights. He goes to close the gap, jogging to close it even sooner. You pick up your pace, landing in his arms as youâre quickly engulfed by his sweaty form. You inhale his scent, accustomed to the sweaty musk after a game. He plants a chaste kiss against your neck, humming as his grip tightens.
âYou were great out there,â you breathe, arms wrapping around his neck before he detaches himself from yours. âItâs probably the best youâve ever played.â
âThanks, babe,â you murmurs, pulling you into a kiss. âCouldâve done infinitely better if you were out there on the field with me.â
You roll your eyes. âYou donât get tired of that stale joke, do you?â
âBecause Iâm not joking,â he pouts. âIf I got to chase after your fine ass out there, we wouldâve beat them much faster than we did.â
Pinching his arm so that he can put you down, you immediately go to fix your shirt. You exhale, âWell, you have Geto out there with you. Heâs got a nice bubble butt just for you to chase.â
Grimacing, Geto frowns as you come to approach him. He extends his arms to pull you in his embrace. âI donât think I like your form of objectification. Can we talk about something else?â
âYeah,â Gojo agrees. âI donât think I like your admittance that youâve checked out my best friend.â
The hug between you and Geto lasts a little longer than it should, though shorter than your embrace with Gojo. Pulling away from the heat that Geto enfolds you in, you push at his chest as you giggle, kissing Gojoâs pouting cheek in reassurance. Your hands wrap around his waist, one lingering to his ass as you give it a few pats. âDonât worry, babes. I prefer yours, anyway.âÂ
The field is diminishing as the three of you linger, the boys getting their things together. You planned on waiting for them not too far along, hanging with a bunch of your girl friends in a group, so that you can feel safer before you leave. Gojo comes to peck your lips once more. âIâll message you when weâre ready, âkay?â
âMhm,â you nod.
âCall or text me if you need anything,â he presses.
âOf course, I will,â you assure him, puckering up your lips some more for more affection that heâs glad to give. With a few more farewells before he lets you leave, youâre throwing Geto a temporary goodbye before youâre sauntering down the field again, your hips swaying with every step you take. The two boys watch you leave before Getoâs glancing at Gojo. âHave you told her?â
He knows his best friend all too well, aware that he can prolong things to the absolute last second. And just as he suspected, Gojo shakes his head. âNah, not yet.â
However, it still brings him to shock that heâd do it for something like this. Something you might not even agree to. âWhy not?â
âBecause I thought it would be a nice surprise,â he shrugs, his nonchalance picking at Getoâs annoyance. "Makes it sexier.â
âWhat if she says no?â
âShe wonât.â
âSatoru,â Geto digs, crossing his arms as the two finally make their way to the locker room. He can be such a cocky asshole sometimes, so sure of himself until heâs hearing the word ânoâ and feeling like a fool. And in this case, Geto can also be one if you end up disagreeing.Â
âShe wonât! I promise you,â Gojo continues reassuring his best friend. Heâs seen the way you interact with Geto. Youâve admitted your attraction towards the long-haired brunette before, when he vaguely tried to get your opinion on the proposition of a threesome with him. He never coined the term exactly, but he assumed that through your attraction, it would be something youâre interested in. âI know my girl better than anything. Sheâs down.â
Geto sighs as he decides to put his trust into Gojo instead of making the decision to delay things in itself. Heâs said it before. I know my girl better than anything. While Gojoâs been wrong on plenty of things, so far, when it comes to you, Gojoâs an expert. Punching his arm to elicit a wince, white eyebrows furrowing before glaring at Geto. He doesnât have to verbally say it, What was that for?Â
Geto points in his face, brown eyes boring holes into Gojoâs blue. âYou better be right because Iâll beat your ass if youâre not.â
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From Gojo: hey, the locker room is empty now. just me and geto. come.
You furrow your eyebrows reading Getoâs name. Typically when the locker room is empty, itâs an open invite for sex. And if another personâs in there, itâs not entirely empty as he says it is.
To Gojo: geto?
Immediately, Gojoâs typing in. Three dots bouncing before your phone is vibrating in your hand once more.
From Gojo: just come. wanna talk about something with u
âHey,â you call for the attention of the girls that around you at a picnic table. They were all nice to stay with you for the time being. âGojo said heâs ready. Iâm gonna go meet up with him.â
âDo you want us to come with?â one of them asks, eyes brightening up as she comes to stand. However, shaking your head, you stop her.
âNo, Iâm fine from here. Thank you so much, though!â you bid your farewells, showing your gratitude to them repetitively as you walk off. Then, youâre met with the silence of the night, hearing the chirps of cicadas and crickets deep in the grass and the sizzling of the overhead lights illuminating your path as the sky begins to darken. Itâs getting chilly as you hold yourself, the short-sleeved jersey and the tight denim jeans barely doing a thing to conceal you and give you warmth.Â
When you arrive at the locker room door, you know in a specific rhythm that immediately lets Gojo know that youâre here. Shortly enough, the door swings open as Gojoâs standing before you, dressed down in a pair of baggy gym shorts that stop below his knees and a muscle tee. He pulls you in by the waist, kissing you quickly and leading a path towards Geto. He sports a similar fit to Gojoâs, just replace the shirt with a regular band one. His hair back in a neater bun as he leans against the lockers, arms crossed and one leg on one of the seats. Thereâs a shift within the air as Gojo sits down next to his leg, making you cock an eyebrow as you grow nervous. âWhatâs up? Is something the matter?â
âNo,â Gojo denies. âNothingâs wrong. Just need to ask you something.â
âAsk me what?â The tension in the air nips at your skin, bringing you to a comfort that you donât like. Noticing this, Gojo puts his hand in yours, pulling you down onto his lap to put his lips on yours to ease it. Geto can only watch, shifting to hide the impending erection just in case this goes left. His moist pink lips on yours are sweet. They always are. Making you addicted to them and has you whining when he pulls away.Â
âYou trust me, right?â Gojoâs blue eyes stare into yours, searching for something that you canât quite define. Yet, you nod because you do. You always have. âAnd you know that if you donât want this, you can say no, right?â
âWant whatââ
âIf Geto were to kiss you right now,â Gojo interjects. âHowâd you feel?â
ââToru,â you look at him in confusion, refusing to look over at Geto. âWhat are you getting at?â
âMan,â Geto finally speaks up. âI told you, you shouldâveââ
However, heâs cut off with a hush from Gojo before his focus is right back to you. He takes a deep breath as youâre trying to get a hold of whatâs happening before you. Your mind is going to a few possibilities before you land on the right one. But, in denial, you wait for Gojo to continue speaking. âIf he were to touch youââ his hands start traveling all over you, from your shoulders down to your thighs to in between your stomach and to in between the crevices of your breasts. Your heart rate starts to increase as well as your breathing as you finally muster up the courage to glance over at Geto, whose eyes are already on you. ââtouch you in the way I do. Make you feel good in the way, er, close to the way I do⊠Would you want that?â
Your eyes havenât left Getoâs, mind finally wrapping around the current proposition. âYou want a threesome?â
Glancing over at his friend, Gojo nods. âYeah, weâve talked about it, but we wonât do it if you donât want to. If you say noââ
âNo,â you say so abruptly before youâre sputtering on your words as Gojoâs immediately caught off guard. âWait, I mean, yes. I agree.â
It takes a moment for either man to register that youâre agreeing to this. That you want to have a threesome. Gojo chokes out a laugh, a grin gracing his features. âYou had me on a rollercoaster for a second.âÂ
âSorry,â you apologize sheepishly. Geto inches closer to the two of you, hand pushing at the back of Gojoâs head.Â
âGuess you were right,â the corners of his lips twitching upwards. âYou do know your girl.â
âÂ
You never took your attraction towards Geto seriously. He was a sweet guy and often people have told you that you shouldâve gone for him instead of Gojo. However, you have a type. And while Geto is an angel and if you were to date him, heâd treat you like royalty, you know Gojoâs the one for you. Thatâs why Gojo has so much trust in you. Knowing that despite it all, youâll still run to him after this. That despite Getoâs hands on you right now, your back leans against him and holding onto his wrist as heâs got you secure in his hold.
His cock is painfully hard in his gym shorts, pressing into your back as youâre slouched off the seat. Gojoâs hand is snaked under your jersey, your bra hiked over your breasts as theyâre pooled out for his enjoyment. Your breathing is heavy, dark nipples puckered and being played with. Youâve let out breathy moans and squeaky whines as the two men are determined to tease you to death. Despite your pleas, Geto continues to play with your pussy through the fabric of your panties, watching how it darkens as your juices soak through it. His thumb would prod at your clit, pressing down as your arousal keeps on coming and pushing through. Your sweet cunt would throb and clench for more, thighs tensing up as the boys sought after your torture.Â
Your back arches as you plead, begging Geto to do more. âPlease, Sug. Please.â
Then Gojo moves one hand to play with the band of your panties, the hem continuously snapping against your skin as your boyfriend lets Geto continue his teasing. Geto would be a liar to say heâs doing all of this because he loves to see you whine and writh from what heâs doing, but truthfully, itâs not. While he loves seeing how you get so worked up, he enjoys seeing how your pussy can develop so much slick. The bubbles that it forms as youâre just secreting so much that it comes to mess in between your thighs whenever you tighten them together to the point he has to pry your legs open once more. He should stop, his cock painfully hard and wanting nothing more than to empty himself inside of you, but no. Impatience never leads to anything good.Â
It feels so good, having you buck your hips out, pressing your body into Gojo and squirming around. You donât know what youâre doing to your boyfriend, rubbing against him in your lust-fogged mind as you canât focus on the erection against your back. He wants nothing more than to have you. Fuck that tight pussy of yours and have his fill, but he wonât dare be too hasty for the sake of his best friend. The one down on his knees messing with your pussy as if it were a toy, resembling a cat. But, he himself is growing impatient and heâs afraid that with you pressed into him like this, heâs going to cum earlier than anticipated.Â
âCâmon, Sug,â he emphasizes your nickname for Geto. âGive my girl what she wants.â
âIs that why your girl is such a spoiled brat?â the brunette chuckles. âAlways giving into what she wants?â
You whine and pout at him Geto. ââm notââ
âYeah,â Gojo agrees, turning your head to face him and planting a chaste kiss on your lips. âMaybe if you were more giving, youâd have a girl already.â
You find it obnoxious how even in a moment like this, they find a way to banter with each other. It makes you frown as you jut your hip out forward. âStop arguing and do something already.â
Finally does Geto inch in closer to your pussy, fingers prodding at the hem of your panties, but not moving it. You can feel his breath against your covered cunt, breathing steadily while you feel like an erratic mess. âAnd there you go proving me right,â he chuckles.Â
His tongue presses against your core, not removing your panties as you hoped, but he presses into your cunt deep that it tickles your folds and has you jolting in Gojoâs arms. You can hear a soft fuck leave Gojoâs lips as he bucks his hips out. Hooded eyelids with his sapphire blue eyes peering down at you as yours are shut now.Â
Your braids tickle his bare skin, and surely a bit disheveled at the naughty actions youâre partaking in tonight. However, he can ignore the scratching as he watches Geto enjoy the taste of your pussy, sucking up your slick through the fabric of your panties. Itâs a lewd sight that he canât help but chuckle at, pushing you more into his tongue as Getoâs arms come to grip your thighs and pull you closer to the edge.Â
One hand traverses to press a thumb into your clit while he laps at your panties, sucking at it hard to drag your juices out of it. You never thought youâd have found it so hot for a man to eat you out like this, it's enough being able to have you moaning like this. Your folds feel sticky as you leak and leak into your underwear. However, itâs still not enough, your body begging and aching for more to be done to you. You throw your head back, it nearly bangs into Gojoâs as you whimper out. You manage to maneuver a leg around Getoâs shoulder, bringing him closer to your core.
Heâs addicted to your taste already, moaning as he feels you wrap yourself around him, slotted in between you and your boyfriendâs legs. Grunting and groaning, his cock strains inside his pants, his pre staining his boxers and surely to show through his shorts. For a girl thatâs not even his to have him feeling this way, addicted off of somethingâ someoneâ thatâs not his.Â
âFuck,â he pulls himself off of you, leaving you unsatisfied and wanting more. He pulls your legs off him rather abruptly as he comes to his feet. He doesnât have to say a word to Gojo, one of his hands already disappearing into the band of your panties to shove two fingers inside of you. It has you screaming out in the locker room, your cries echoing loudly. They can only hope and pray that the janitors on the night shift donât come inside anytime soon to stop them.Â
The stretch is somewhat painful, Gojoâs fingers are long and they hit deep inside of you, touching at your g-spot. Heâs easy on you as Geto shuffles with his pants, pulling at the tie and letting it drop to the ground along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting his abdomen. He differs from Gojo, where your boyfriend has more length to him, Geto has more girth. His shaft is darker, a fat cock that is slightly over the average. His balls hang heavy as his happy trail is carefully trimmed and is wavy. The only thing you can say that the two resemble is that theyâre both cut, no mushroom head to fill you up.Â
He inches towards you. The fingers stuffed inside you start to move, your walls wrapping around them greedily as your pussy is so responsive. Your juices pooling down to the base of his fingers and dripping down at the palm of his hands and trickling his wrists. Itâs a reason why he loves your pussy so much, so reactive and always soaked.Â
Getoâs hand wraps around his length, using his pre to spread it around as he pumped it a few times. With his free hand, he comes to caress your cheek, pulling your head closer to him as he pets and touches you. Your skin his smooth, feeling the short and soft hairs as you react immediately to his soft touch. You relax in Getoâs hold as his cockâs so close to your face, pumping himself that your eyes flicker from his down to his length and back.Â
âLook at you,â he says, his voice always so smooth that it could talk someone into murder. âSuch a pretty little thing looking to get fucked by another man, one wasnât enough.â
Gojo clears his throat, but Geto scoffs. âDonât ruin the moment. Remember, youâre the one to first suggest it to me.â
That piece of information sparks your attention that Geto notices it. He chuckles, his hand grabbing at your chin and forcing you to look up at him even more. âYeah,â he whispers. âYour boyfriend here wanted to see you get ruined by another man. Heâs just as nasty as you are.â
You clench around Gojoâs fingers, a coil forming in your stomach as you try to look back at your beloved. However, Geto forces you to look at him. âAht aht, look at me, dear. Look at the man thatâs gonna stuff your face full of his cock.â
His tip kisses your bottom lip first, smearing his translucent pre on them before he props to the opening. Your mouth opens, but not enough for it to fit. You look up into his brown eyes, purposely teasing as you lick a small stripe on his tip. He shudders at the sensation, but his voice doesnât falter when he says, âDonât be stubborn. Open up some more.â
âOh, just like you made me wait,â your retort has Gojo chuckling, him moving a few of your braids to whisper in your ear, âOh, be a good girl for Suguru, babe.â
His fingers press deep into your pussy then, having you immediately dropping the act as you mewl and quickly coming to obey your boyfriendâs words. Opening your mouth wider for Geto, the head comes to rest on your tongue as you lull it out. He tsks at your obedience for your boyfriend, finding it cute yet annoying in a circumstance like this. âIf I remember correctly, you were the one to agree to this.â
Then, he shoves his cock inside of you, hitting the back of your throat to make you gag and tear up. Your cry out is muffled as youâre forced to take the whole of him before heâs pulling out completely. âSo, like your boyfriend said,â he pants. âBe a good girl for me, babe.â
Shortly after is the sound of squelching heard, Gojoâs fingers starting to rapidly fuck into your pussy, the impact of his fingers inside of you, creating such a lewd sound in the night. In another hour, the lights will go pitch dark, so the three of you better be done by then unless you all plan on fucking in it. Your juices pour from your pussy, sticky strings forming simultaneously as Geto enters your mouth once more.Â
This time, heâs easier on you, the bottom of his shaft, grazing your tongue as his balls come to hit at your chin when the base hits your lips. He stays there for a moment, adjusting you to him before he feels your mouth closing around him completely. Your face is becoming teary-stained as you momentarily shut them before they flutter back open, the sting not dissipating, however.
You moan around his length, your tongue flattening out against the bottom of his shaft as it comes to swirl around it. You try to focus on his cock while your boyfriend obliterates your pussy with his fingers, bucking your hips into him while doing so in a visceral need. You grind down into him as one hand comes to hold onto Getoâs waist as you slowly begin to bob your head. Geto hisses at the sight before him, looking down on you as he comes to wipe away some of your tears with his thumb.Â
You look so pretty like this. Laid up against your boyfriend whoâs got you weak in the knees as he fucks into your pussy with his digits. Your sweet nectar dripping down onto the bench and floor as you make a mess of yourself and him. How you manage to stay so level headed keeping up the pace of sucking Getoâs cock, breathing in through your nose as you moan out and send vibrations that go straight to his cock. Youâre a dirty little vixen, taking them both like this. It makes the brunette want to cum inside your mouth and your boyfriend wants this to last forever.
His cockâs grown sensitive under the restraints of his pants, pressed into him and rutting like the needy girl that you are. Heâs held himself back for so long that he just canât anymore. His fingers leave you, making you a needy mess as you whine in an attempt to ask for him back. However, heâs lifting you up, pushing you deeper against Getoâs cock and forcing you to take his entire length in your mouth. Still, you behave so well that you continue to suck at it despite it hitting the back of your throat.Â
Gojo pulls down his pants and boxer briefs, letting them pool at his feet in a hurry to have himself completely sheathed inside you. Cock bearing free, the tip is red and angry with need that he doesnât make haste in pulling you down onto him. First, you feel his length against your folds, how heâs grabbing at your hips and bringing you up and down. He glides his length in between your pussy lips, coating it in your juices in preparation before he brings his tip at your entrance, holding his cock to gently push in.
Geto eases himself, pulling you off his cock to watch you adjust to your boyfriend. Watching how your face twists and contorts in pain as you sink down on his length, taking inch by inch. You whimper and pant at the stretch, still holding onto Geto as your nails dig into his skin. When youâre fully sheathed, taking every last bit of Gojo, youâre taking heavy breaths as your boyfriend plants kisses along your neck. âI know, I know,â he whispers into your ears. âYou did so good for me.â
âFeel so full,â you babble out, whining out as Gojoâs hands are at your waist, starting to bob you up and down on his length. Itâs then that Getoâs back inside your mouth, taking control as he knows that youâll now be unable to focus. He grabs a handful of your braids, pulling your mouth onto his cock. Eyes mouth shut as you moan out at both intrusions, you let your body be used for their pleasure. Your body bouncing as both men fuck into you. All that can be heard is their moans against the slapping of skin and your muffled noise. Your hands are digging so much into Getoâs skin that you might draw blood, but he canât find it within himself to care when youâre making him feel so good.Â
âShit,â he curses, eyes shut as his mouth hangs open, hips rutting into your mouth. Saliva begins to drip from the corners as his fingers dig into your scalp, both hands preoccupied in them. Gojoâs lips are on your bare skin as he uses his strength to fuck you onto him, your pussy clenching around him as the slapping of skin sounds the entire locker room. The stench of your pussy fills their air, your smell so potent that Gojo recognizes it within a matter of seconds. It has his chest grumbling out as if heâs a feral animal, burying his nose deep into your skin as he sucks into it.Â
Your pussy clenches and pulsates as you didnât know itâd feel so good to be used like this, thinking that the videos youâve seen of women being railed by two men to be an act. However, Geto and Gojoâs doing such a good job, ten times better than what youâve seen before. Saliva pools heavily in your mouth, escaping it and pouring down your chin as you can barely keep your eyes open. Your mind is filled with everything dirty, not managing to stay focused on a single one as a familiar band reaches you.Â
Your moans become more high-pitched and you start slapping Getoâs side. Gojo curses the signs heavily there. âS-shit,â he stutters as he feels himself twitch inside you, his orgasm approaching him as well. âSheâs gonna cum.â
Geto doesnât say anything, only fucking into your mouth harder and egging on Gojo as his thrusts up into you become brutal. Your sounds become choppy as he brings you into a quick release, your cream coating his cock in a matter of seconds as he continues fucking with a vigor. The tears that Geto wiped away are back as your sensitive folds become overworked as Gojo doesnât stop until heâs relieved himself inside you.Â
His leg tenses up before that sweet cunt of yours is milking him, flexing and contracting as your mouth is full of Getoâs load inside of you. He pants heavily as he watches your body convulse the longer Gojo stays inside you. Itâs as if the three of your bodies were in sync with each other. Gojo emptying himself in you to the brim that his seed starts pushing him out. He drags you off his cock and pulls you back into him further as he can no longer stay upright. He brings you to lay against his back with him and itâs such a sight to behold that Getoâs cock hardens again in a manner of seconds. Your cunt is open and spread, just his for the taking. He canât help himself for falling onto his knees and pushing you open.
Feeling him against both of you, you and Gojo bring your heads up to see Geto right at your cunt. It takes you too long to process, unable to utter a word and only able to cry out when you feel his lips enveloping your labia. Your folds were covered in yours and Gojoâs cum, a delicacy he wanted to try and uncaring for the man that laid claim on your cunt with his seed. Take it as him cleaning you up, a thank you for letting him have you in such a vulnerable way.Â
You jolt in Gojoâs arms, but he holds you tight, his cock hardening once more himself as he watches his best friend eat away at both of your releases. Youâre sensitive, he knows, but fuck is this hot. You thrash in his arms, crying out but never saying no. The only thing Gojo does to soothe you are the sweet kisses and an infinite circle drawn into your skin, telling you that you can take this. Geto doesnât pull away until your cunt is shining and gets rid of the white.
Gojoâs eyes dilate as heâs back to sitting up and caught into the spur of the moment, catching Geto off guard when he says, âlet me have a taste,â before his mouth is on him and he can taste himself and you on his best friendâs lips. You find yourself stuck in between the homoerotic scene shared amongst the two best friends, your body humming back to life that you mewl out. Itâs long before theyâre pulling away, pink tongues dancing against each other as the flavor is embedded into their taste buds.
Heavy panting and breathing as none of you say a word, simply digesting everything that happened. However, the jingle of keys are enough to have you all rejuvenated with energy as the door swings open. The unsuspecting voice calling out as they still see that the lights are on and a few bags thrown down haphazardly. They mustâve been wearing headphones to not hear the raunchy actions taking place prior.Â
âHello,â a voice of a man in his late forties. âIs anyone here?â
( author's note. ) SATOSUGU MY BELOVEDDDD âŒïž
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âĄâ âTW â dp, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, monster fuck, praise, breeedkink, afab reader, dark smut, dead dove, Ghost has two dicks here (because I chose to write it like that)
"Don't look anywhere else, look at me... I'm still your husband." The words were followed by the wet sound of the two cocks of your now radioactively-rayed husband, who looked like a monstrous anomaly â with two extra heads, two extra arms, and... two extra cocks.
You hadn't expected that in thousands of years, but when Simon came out the door completely safe and sound, looking like that was shocking and at least scary to your eyes.
Even so, you were on your hands and knees, feeling one of his cocks enter your ass while the other filled your wet pussy, making you whimper loudly as you felt his very hot and heavy balls hit your clit with the slow thrusts that the military man was giving you.
You could feel every pulsing vein of his shafts in your wet holes, the slickness between your thighs and his groin increasing. His now gray eyes were locked completely on your figure, two of his four arms gripping your waist while the other two held your wrists behind your back, ready to dominate and maneuver you as he pleased.
Hearing your moans of acceptance, his two cocks throbbed like never before, impaling you to the point where you even forgot that your partner was now a shadow of what he once was.
All that mattered in that moment was that you could take every inch of what he was giving you, as if your life depended on itâas if every fluid that came out of his cocks was a poison that made you crave more and more of him.
The slow, flesh-to-flesh pounding that had once been tender was now replaced by Simon's almost animalistic movements above you. A little drool dripped from your mouth as you could only wriggle your toes every time one of his cocks reached the tip of your womb while the other kissed limits you didnât even know existed.
Grunts escaped his lips, muffled by the mask that was now completely part of his skin, fused to his flesh like a second garment. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to leave marks as a hoarse growl came from his throat, echoing like a triad through his three heads.
"Come on, sweetheart... I know you want to cum, don't deny it... cum for me." His words were tinged with the same honey that once soothed your soul. It was still him, even with that new bodyâand you felt yourself becoming addicted to it, like a drug, leaving you with pleasure so intense it made your system shut down.
You felt him give one final thrust, and at the same time, your pussy was filled with the warm, viscous liquid of his semen. Your other hole was filled as well, causing tears to spill from your eyes as you whimpered from how full you were. But your partner didnât stopâSimon continued with small thrusts until he felt your inner walls drain him. One of his many hands moved to your pussy lips, slowly opening them to expose your tight slit as it swallowed his cock.
"I wonât let you leave here until I see you beautiful, full, and carrying my children in your belly... Do you understand, my angel?" His words left no room for argument, and no matter how tired you were, saying "no" wasn't an option. After all, you wanted him too, regardless of his appearance. He was still yours.
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Various JJK Men x Male Husband reader
Tw: triplepen,overstimulatiom,Dubcon, Dacryphilia,marking,mentions of blood,ass ripper,vibrator,not safe sex, spanking, buldge, cum inflation, degradation, polysex, taking a video without consent
Summary: after fucking your husband and three men another three men barge in to fuck you in one goâĄïž
PT.1 PT3
Minors dni
Fem align dni
"Im...shoo full ahhh~âĄïž" Gojo pulled out his soft dick, he watched bunch of cums flows out on your sore ass. You lay limp on the couch, twicthing, shaking sweaty eyes rolled back. Your ass is red from how harsh these four men fucked you
Gojo stood up to take a rest. He chug on a bunch of water to ready himself for another round, but the three men they're waiting finally arrive
You heard the door open again, a man laughed at the scene
"Fuck I'm hard already"
"Smells like sex here"
"bought the vibrator, good..."
Your head turned to the voice, and your mouth went dry. Your eyes let out more tears
The three men whos already taking off their clothes. They're the men who you rejected after giving their everything to you. You saw how Sukuna glared down at your lewd form, grinning down like he planned all of this. Naoya whos now stroking his dick with lube, biting his lip from the sensation his dick twitched from the thought of wanting to fuck you deep. Toji, who's walking closer to you, he looked at your body like you are one of his target
"N-no more....ahh"
Toji laughed down at how pathetic you look. Your eyes eyeing his thick dick hard and ready
"You say that, but you're drooling over my dick." You bit your tongue. Your mind is fighting with your body. Fighting the urge to just be a whore infront of them all
"Now now....be gentle with my husband" All the men inside the room scoffed at Gojo, even Getou didn't fuck with it
"Satoru you promised" Getou glared at Gojo whos taking a break from the good fuck he just had
"Just kidding Suguru, you know I always keep my words" Gojo looked down at the ring in his fingers, he saw your ring on the floor that slipped after he fucked you
You felt betrayed on what you just heard, with a sigh you gave up. You tried to push your weak body, you leaned on the couch and spread your legs wide. The men smirked on how successfully they had you in their arms again
"Fine, p-please...haa....fuck me deepâĄïž" you said lewdly while your dick twitched already leaking precum. Toji got a hold of you first, holding both of your legs while your back touched his big pecs
Naoya grabbed the vibrator as he licked his lips. He tapped the vibrator on your hard red slippery dick and turned in on a high setting. The rough vibrating toy in your dick made your body shake as you squirted another cum
"Ohhh Noya! Se-sensitive! ahhh~âĄïž" you squealed so loud Sukuna put his finger on your mouth
"Shut the fuck up whore, I wont forgive you for rejecting me you bitch. Better take this dick well" Toji glared at Sukuna, he scoffed and rolled his eyes
"We three can all take him," Naoya said, Toji and Sukuna felt their dick twitch at the thought
Your eyes widen in fear your mouth went dry again, two dicks almost ripped your hole. If you took three your gonna rip
The three men lined up their dick rubbing their tip on your wet twicthing rim
"No! Its not gonna fi- ohmp!" Sukuna put in his fingers back to your mouth again
They all took a deep breath before the three men simultaneously went inside you, rough and hard. You throw your head back, hitting Tojis big pecs, Sukuna's fingers slipping away inside your mouth
"OHH! IM GONNA RIP~"You felt it, the pain in your ass. You let out a lot of tears sobbing and laying limp on Tojis chest. Blood dripping from the floor, the pain of being forced to take three dicks is too much for you. And the vibrator is still making your sensitive dick let out cum
"Hurts....ahhh hurts..."
The four men watching didn't feel bad, except for Gojo whos holding back. This is the consequences of your actions, never reject obsessed men again or they gonna fuck you rough to get it in your head
"Fuck youre haa... tight honey" You heard Toji groan his big strong body still holding you
"Mu- fuck! tighter than the other whores I fucked" Noaya grinned as he gave your thighs a kiss
"You're ahhh gonna take this dick every day from now on" Sukuna grinned, biting your shaking thighs
The three men started pounding rough inside you, using blood as a lube never turned you on. But your body keeps begging for more
Fwop Fwop Fwop
"Ohhh~ ahh! Ngh! S-shoo ahh! rough~âĄïž" You helplessly whined just staying on Tojis arm taking it like a good boyâĄïž!!
Fwop Fwop Fwop
"Haa... fu-fuck! yo- ahh! feel so good~" Naoya whined his dick twitching at your tight hole and two men's dick rubbing his dick inside your tight twitching hole. He grab the camera near him and started filming this hot sex he wouldn't forget
Fwop Fwop Fwop
"Shit! You're fucked Y/N!" Sukuna laughed the pleasure he felt from your body made him already leak pre cum
Fwop Fwop Fwop
"You feel good? Huh? Does my thick dick feel good~" Toji whispered near your ears, making you shiver
"Ohh good! Feels good!" You moaned like a desperate whore, your eyes finally saw the camera. Naoya bit his lip as he zoomed it into your face
"Smile from ngh~ camera Y/N...." You gave your lewd smile drool coming out. As snot came out your nose from crying too much
"Say you fucking love our dicks!" Sukuna screamed as he gave your ass a spanking
You squealed from the pain, your eyes made contact from the camera and did a peace sign
"I love all of your dicks...âĄïž"
The three men fucking you felt their dick twitched again, they began to fuck you much faster than before. Their balls hitting your ass making it red from the impact
"Ngh!! Roug- ahh~ mmf!"
With their final thrust, Toji came inside you first while Naoya and Sukuna pulled out to spray their cum all over your body
"Cu-cumming! Oh im cumming hard! N-no more~!!" Your dick squirted another load also staining your chest
The camera Noaya's holding zoomed all over every parts with their stained cum all over your body. You looked absolutely wrecked. Your ass with blood now also filled with Tojis load
"Fuck that was hot"
The four men whos taking a break felt their dick harden again, they walked near you whos now catching breath
"Want another round? Getou said as he patted your head
You passed out before you can even reply
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after the seminar
đ staring. Wonwoo x afab!Reader
đź preview. In truth, Wonwoo has been tired. You havenât fucked since the first night of the seminar, and although that was only two days ago, youâre definitely feeling the loss. On top of that, being wined and dined and looked after always makes you hornier than usual, and Wonwoo has been extra âhusbandâ today. Heâs just so perfect. Well-mannered, kind, educated-Â God, you want him so bad.
tw/cw. sugar daddy Wonwoo, gentleman in the streets/softdom in the sheets, reader doesn't want to make choices, daddy/control kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral, blow job, deep throating, dirty talk, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, holding hands while fucking, implied breeding/fullness kink, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) daddy.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k
đ aus. sugar daddy au, established relationship, fiance!Wonwoo, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. I know not everyone is into this level of sugar daddy control, but I think there's something to be said about the trust that reader has for Wonwoo. Sometimes I just wanna shut up and let a man do all the work, and today, that man is Wonwoo
Wonwooâs had few loves in his life. During university, heâd had a love for law, a need to do what was right. In his thirties, heâd found a new soulmate in legislative procedures related to the sustainability and efficiency of whole cities. Finance had been another long-winded lover, and now, on the cusp of forty, Wonwooâs found the one thing in the world he loves most, you.
Holding your hand while he drives through the city, Wonwoo canât help but keep some of his attention on you.Â
Dressed in a tight-fitting red dress heâd bought you for your six-month anniversary in Paris, with your hair and makeup done, you look as stunning as ever. Thereâs a fat rock on your wedding finger, an engagement ring signifying his loyalty to you, and Wonwoo canât help himself but play with it a little anytime your hands are linked.
As he makes a turn onto a busy street, the sun practically blinds him, and Wonwoo immediately lets go of you to adjust his visor. You make no movement, so he pulls yours down too, enjoying the way you flash him a small smile and whisper a âthank you.â
âYou look lost in thought,â he muses, having noted your gaze fixed on the sidewalk trees passing by outside your window. âWhatâs on your mind?â
âJust thinking about seminar topics,â you admit.Â
Over the past three days, youâve accompanied him to multiple talks focused on accessibility, affordability, and green solutions within cities like yours. Tonight marks the last evening of the event, and the two of you are headed to a meet-up with some of Wonwooâs closest lawyer friends.Â
Wonwoo loves how diligently youâve thrown yourself into his work-focused world. Not only do you attend the seminars with him, but you truly make an effort to learn, and thatâs never more obvious than when conversing with his colleagues.
Wonwooâs best friend, Kim Mingyu, has entertained a string of sugar baby relationships, and despite inviting three or four of those women to events like the one youâve just accompanied Wonwoo to, none of Mingyuâs girls ever took to it the way you do.
Youâre one of a kind, and Wonwoo knows how lucky he is to have you.
âIâm sure Seungcheol will have a few things to say about the housing crisis talk,â Wonwoo notes. Choi Seungheol, who had started in law and made the leap to real estate. He now owns half of the new developments being built downtown, and Wonwoo knows this will spur a contentious discussion later.
âHe canât argue with the stats,â you sigh, turning to look at Wonwoo, who threads his fingers with yours again.Â
âHe can try,â Wonwoo smiles softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.Â
You return the smile, turning your attention out the window again.Â
Youâre not voicing anything, but Wonwoo can read you like a book. It used to be his job to pay attention to body language, and while he tries to stay humble, people have called him something of a mind reader.
âItâs been an exhausting three days,â he notes. âWe donât have to be out for long tonight, Iâm sure we both need our rest.â
âHansol flies to New York tomorrow morning,â you remind him. âI want you to have as much time with him as you need before heâs gone.â
Your relationship is always something like this, the two of you caring for each other so deeply that you constantly make small concessions. As always, though, the ball is in Wonwooâs court. He appreciates the way you can feel to him like an intellectual equal while still being submissive in other senses, although he never abuses this power over you.
Heâll keep an eye on you tonight, and when he notices you getting tired, or your energy depleting, heâll excuse the both of you from drinks and take you back to his place. Then, heâll take care of you in the ways only he knows how.Â
You love Wonwoo. You love him for the big things, his character, his good heart- but you love him for the little things too, the way nothing slips past his line of focus. Heâs always a hundred percent on and present with you, holding open every door, guiding you by the small of your back, and pulling out your chair first when you join his friends on the top floor restaurant in the most expensive hotel in the city.
âYou look amazing,â Mingyu compliments you, flashing you a toothy grin before standing to greet Wonwoo with a hug. âYou definitely know how to pick them,â he praises his friend.
âAnd look at that ring,â Seungcheol has zeroed in on the diamond on your finger, and he reaches across the table to take your hand and get a better look at it. Wonwooâs eldest friend has always had an eye for luxury, and he studies the oval rock and silver-colored band. âIâd ask if this is sterling,â he muses, âbut if I were a betting man, which I am, Iâd say itâs white gold.âÂ
Seungcheol lifts his eyes to meet yours, waiting for an affirmative, which you give with a nod. âYou know your metals, Mister Choi.â
âHow many times do I have to tell you,â he lifts your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers, âItâs Seungcheol.âÂ
âStop flirting with Wonwooâs girl,â Hansol tuts, pushing at Seungcheolâs shoulder.
The elder man makes a face, brushing off his expensive suit. âNot flirting,â he clarifies. âAlthough,â his gaze shifts to you again, âif you have any hot friends-â
âAish,â Wonwoo has rejoined the conversation after greeting Mingyu, and he takes the seat next to you, his arm casually coming around the back of your chair to pull you closer. âWhat have I told you about asking her for favors?â
âI suppose youâre right,â Sungcheol sighs, sitting back and crossing his arms over his broad chest. âSheâs one in a million, arenât ya, little miss future Jeon to be?â
âTry one in a billion,â Wonwoo corrects, hand finding your thigh now that heâs pulled you close enough. âHave you three ordered drinks yet?â
âWe were waiting on you,â Mingyu says, handing Wonwoo a cocktail menu, which he settles between you both so you can also read it. âTheir margaritas are pretty good.â
You quickly find a drink youâd like to try, and you wordlessly reach out a manicured nail to tap on it. Wonwoo follows your motion, giving a curt nod, then he leans in to press his lips to your cheek. He waves down the waiter a moment later, and orders you your drink, sparing you the socialization.
This is yet another one of those little things Wonwoo does for you that you find incredibly sexy, and you tuck closer to him, placing your hand over his own on your thigh.Â
âWe should talk about the elephant in the room,â Mingyu sighs, drawing all eyes. You have no idea what heâs about to say, and then he hits the four of you with, âCheol, you have to admit your new high rises arenât sustainable or affordable.â
âTheyâre called luxury suits for a reason,â Seungcheol scoffs. âIâm not in the business of affordable housing.âÂ
Wonwoo grins next to you, looking down and squeezing your hand gently. Itâs funny how amusing he finds this whole thing.Â
âDonât smirk like that, Woo,â Seungcheol tuts. âAs if you didnât do a walk-through of a penthouse suite in my new highrise last week.âÂ
This is news to you, and you turn to look at your boyfriend. Youâre generally not one to question him, and luckily you donât have to, because Kim Mingyu is just as nosey as youâd sometimes like to be. âYou checked out a penthouse? I thought you loved your apartment?â
âIâve had it for years,â Wonwoo says, and you can tell heâs choosing his words carefully. âHowever, I can admit that the amenities at Cheolâs new builds are quite impressive.â
âAmenities,â Seungcheol scoffs. âAs if thatâs what you were actually interested in.â
The two powerful men share a look, and itâs a battle of wills that makes your heart thump loudly in your chest.Â
What was Wonwoo interested in?
Heâs never talked to you about moving, and youâve been living with him for nearly a year. Besides, Mingyuâs right, Wonwoo adores his apartment. Heâs had it forever and itâs decorated exactly the way he likes it. Your bedroom is a lovely corner location with views of the whole city, and his home office is a sanctuary youâve loved to desecrate.Â
âWeâll talk about this more another time,â Wonwoo says finally, looking up as your waiter appears with a tray of drinks.Â
Your cocktail is set in front of Wonwoo, and he gently pushes it toward you before reaching down to give your thigh a squeeze under the table. He picks up his Old Fashioned with his free hand, and Seungcheol raises his own glass in a toast. âTo friends and new engagements!â
Seungcheol nods to you before taking a sip of his scotch, and it fills your body with heat to know his friends truly respect and like you. Theyâre happy to have you joining as a permanent member of their social sphere.Â
You place your hand on top of Wonwooâs as you bring your cocktail to your lips.Â
The discussion moves to details about sustainability, and the men at the table trade opinions on the seminars. Mingyu is fast in his manner of speaking, always intent to prove his point. Cheol is loud and boisterous, scoffing at opinions that donât align with his own. Hansol is often quiet, but he makes good notes ever so often, and they make the whole table sit and think. And your Wonwoo is as calm and judicial as always, listening to his friends with a contemplative expression even while his thumb draws small circles on your thigh.Â
You give your own two cents a few times, and your musings are always the most well-received. None of the men at the table are about to pick a fight with you, and theyâre attentive whenever you open your mouth, nodding and making one or two comments before getting heated with each other again.Â
The waiter comes and Seungcheol orders a few appetizers while Wonwoo opens the menu for you. When Wonwoo begins to list three of his own items, you tap your finger on the one youâd like most and he voices that as well.
God, how you love the fact that you only have to lift one little finger with Wonwoo while he does the rest. You really arenât in a super talkative mood, especially when it comes to mundane tasks like ordering food and drinks. You save your voice to join in on the intellectual conversation taking place, and you prefer things this way.
Seungcheol and Wonwoo begin to argue over rezoning laws, and Hansol turns toward you, leaning closer. âCongratulations on your engagement,â he smiles.Â
âThank you,â you grin back.Â
âHave you guys talked about wedding plans yet?â
Out of all the people in the world, you didnât think Chwe Hansol would be one of the first to ask you about wedding details.Â
âWeâre thinking destination,â you admit.
âI wouldnât expect anything else,â Hansol laughs. âAnd an expensive honeymoon too I bet.âÂ
âOf course,â you grin, playing with the stem of your cocktail glass. âAlthough, if Iâm being honestâŠâ you lean closer to Hansol, lowering your voice while Wonwoo and Seungcheol continue to argue, âas much as I like the lifestyle I have with Wonwoo, you know Iâm happy just to be with him.â
âBut the expensive trips are a bonus I bet,â Hansol grins.Â
âI mean⊠would you say no to a trip to the Maldives?âÂ
Wonwooâs friend shakes his head, still smiling. âNever.â
âWhen are you going to find someone?â you ask. Out of all of Wonwooâs close friends, Hansol is the most level-headed. Heâs stable, and kind, and if you werenât so into Wonwoo, youâd even admit Hansol is quite handsome in his own way.Â
âSomeday,â Hansol sighs. âMaybe youâll have cute bridesmaids at your wedding.â
âIâll put in a good word for you,â you assure him.Â
Hansol laughs. âIâd appreciate that.â
Food begins to arrive at the table, and you sit up straight again, tucking close to Wonwoo. Heâs done this thing, ever since your first date, where he helps plate food for you, and for some reason, itâs always been a huge turn-on.
You like getting baby girl treatment, and you watch Wonwoo with a grin while he cuts through some carpaccio and sets up a piece for you. He makes sure to get a little bit of everything on your plate before putting anything on his own, and his friends are already digging in by the time heâs gotten the both of you settled.
âDo you want anything else?â he asks, always the type to be certain heâs pleased you.
âThis looks perfect,â you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, lingering by his ear so heâs the only one who can hear you when you say, âThank you, Daddy.â
Wonwoo reaches down and squeezes your thigh, the only sign you have that your words have done something to him. Heâs not the type to be big on PDA, and itâs the little things like a constant touch, or acts of service, that remind you he loves you as much as you love him.
You wait for Wonwoo to lift a carpaccio bread spread to his lips before you reach for your own, mirroring his motions so you can experience the food together.Â
You hadnât been a carpaccio fan before meeting Wonwoo, but heâs expanded your pallet in the time youâve known him, and youâre extremely thankful for this opportunity - as well as others - that heâs provided for you.
âLook at you two loved-up foodies,â Seungcheol sighs from across the table, watching you with eyes trained to assess.Â
Wonwoo only grins, reaching for his drink to take a sip. You follow that motion too, smirking over the rim of your glass before downcasting your eyes.Â
Thereâs no need to respond to Seuncheolâs comment because itâs an apt description of the pair of you.
âStop being jealous,â Mingyu grins, reaching out to push at Seungcheolâs shoulder.Â
âNever going to happen,â Seungcheol retorts.Â
You know heâs in the market for a sugar baby, and Wonwooâs told you how often Seungcheol brings you up when youâre not around. Apparently, his eldest friend is adamant that youâre one of the most perfect sugar babies heâs ever seen, and you wonder if maybe you should try to hook him up with one of your friends at the wedding. Give Cheol the Hansol treatment. However, in contrast to Hansolâs laid-back expectations, youâd have to give your Cheol-intended friend a cheat sheet booklet on how to please a rich man.
âJust watch,â Seungcheol continues, âthese two are going to sneak off early and go to the bathroom or something. Theyâre sitting much too close together, and weâve all noticed Wonwooâs hand under the table.â
To show his innocence, Wonwoo lifts the hand in question. âWeâre not doing anything,â he assures his friends calmly. âAlthough⊠unfortunately, we will have to leave early after appetizers.â
This is news to you, and you look at Wonwoo for further clarification, which he gives when pressed by Seungcheol.
âItâs been a long seminar,â Wonwoo explains, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. âIâd say Honey needs her beauty rest, but I think we all know Iâm not so nice when Iâve been sleep deprived.â
You love it when he calls you Honey, in fact, he uses that name for you more than your legal one.Â
Seungcheol lets out a groan, but he doesnât push further, because Wonwooâs excuse is true. Heâs never been rude to you when tired, but he definitely has a âdonât fuck with meâ attitude when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.Â
âWeâve got a meeting tomorrow morning,â Mingyu agrees. âMaybe I should get another drink and call it a night too.â
âCome on Gyu,â Seungcheol scoffs. âIâll let these two ditch, but this is Hansolâs last night in the city, I thought we could go to a roof on one of my new waterfront builds and hit some golf balls at the sea.â
âRight, because thatâs very environmentally friendly,â Wonwoo tuts.
âJesus, you are tired, arenât you?â Seungcheol laughs.Â
Itâs a rhetorical question, and Wonwoo simply lifts another appetizer to his mouth, chewing with a tight-lipped grin.Â
In truth, Wonwoo has been tired. You havenât fucked since the first night of the seminar, and although that was only two days ago, youâre definitely feeling the loss. On top of that, being wined and dined and looked after always makes you hornier than usual, and Wonwoo has been extra âhusbandâ today.
Heâs just so perfect. Well-mannered, kind, educated-Â
God, you want him so bad.
You take a sip of your cocktail again before resting your hand on Wonwooâs thigh, and he stops what heâs doing to look down at your fingers toying with his pants. Then his gaze rises to you, and he cocks his head slightly, obviously a little stunned by how forward youâre being tonight.
Itâs such a small motion, but it speaks volumes, and when paired with a small flutter of your lashes, Wonwoo reads you like he reads the books in his impressive office library.Â
Part of you wants to toy with him, wants to tease your touch up to his crotch just to see if you can get him hard at dinner with his friends, but you know that would lead to something akin to consequence.Â
As easy as it is for Wonwoo to read you, heâs not such an open book and his reactions vary drastically. You donât want to push your luck today, not after youâve been such a good girl for him for three seminars straight.
You remove your hand before playing with fire gets you burned, and the two of you continue to finish your appetizers. Each bite is one step closer to leaving with Wonwoo, but you try to take your time, try not to be too glutenous to make way for lust.Â
Wonwoo finished eating and he lifts his drink with his left hand, his right palm finding your thigh again. His touch is soothing, gentle, but it still stirs a fire within you.
You shift your knee, letting it rest against his, and you sip your cocktail trying to pay attention to what Mingyuâs saying about the stock market.Â
Wonwoo is generally quite the stocks man. He pays attention to Mingyu, but you can tell his focus is still partially on you, and you reach down to play with his fingers, enjoying how pretty his hands are.Â
You need him so badly.Â
Thatâs when you realize Wonwoo has almost finished his drink, and you quickly grab at yours too, wanting to reach the bottom of your own cup.Â
Youâve not been drinking since the seminar started, and the booze in your cocktail definitely heightens your senses. An electric tingle consumes your form, and itâs getting harder to ignore the panties sticking to your core.Â
The conversation reaches a lull, and Wonwoo lets out a sigh, squeezing your legs. âWell, itâs been fun,â he says, âbut Honey and I should get going.â
âOne more drink,â Seungcheol practically begs, already lifting a hand to call over a waiter.
âNot tonight,â Wonwoo says, soft but firm.Â
He stands up first, grabbing your hand to help you out of your own seat. âGood luck with your flight tomorrow, Hansol,â he nods to the man on your right.Â
âGood luck with wedding planning,â Hansol retorts, rising from his chair to pull you and Wonwoo into a hug.Â
Hansolâs not usually a touchy guy, and the hug means something. Itâs a true acceptance that youâre permanently a part of Wonwooâs life, and it means the world to you.Â
âNow I want a hug,â Mingyu also stands, holding out his arms for you and Wonwoo.
With a laugh, your fianceâs hand finds the small of your back and he guides you into Mingyuâs warm embrace, trapping you between their large bodies.Â
Now youâre really turned on.Â
Seungcheol doesnât stand, he simply watches, lips all pouty. âLet me know about that penthouse,â he muses. âIâve got some foreign buyers already wanting a walk through and I wonât hold it forever.â
âIâll get back to you,â Wonwoo promises, giving one last nod to Seungcheol before he begins to guide you out of the restaurant.
As you make it to the front desk, Wonwoo stops and addresses the staff member there. âIâm going to take care of my tableâs bill tonight.â
âIâll put it on your tab, Mr. Jeon.â She nods, typing something into the ipad infront of her.
âThat was kind of you,â you muse as Wonwoo escorts you into the elevator that will lead to the underground where his expensive Mercedes is parked.
âWeâre leaving early, itâs the least I could do.â
âYou know⊠I hope we didnât leave on my account,â you say, thinking about the conversation youâd had in the car earlier.
Wonwoo leans down close to you, grinning. âI can safely say we left due to my own personal needs, although theyâre not sleep-related.âÂ
âYou really like this dress, donât you, Daddy?â you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck while his hands settle on your hips.
âI like whatâs under it,â he retorts, which is a cheeky response by Wonwooâs standards.
âBeen missing my body, havenât you?â
âMore than you realize.â
Wonwoo had kept his composure on the drive home. Heâd even kept his hands mostly to himself on the way up to your apartment, but your stoic lover is on you the moment the door to your home is closed behind you both.
He presses you up against the wall, grabbing your waist and tugging you close while simultaneously blocking you up against the hard surface at your back. His lips are hot against your own, his tongue invading your mouth and making you giggle as you grab the front of his shirt, already popping buttons open.
You release a moan when he reaches down and cups your core, pushing up your dress to access your lacey panties. âWhere do you want it, honey?â he asks, biting at your lip.
âI donât want to think tonight,â you admit, tired from days of brain power.
You love that Wonwoo likes to check in with you. Heâs not the type to simply throw you over a kitchen counter and rail you when you might prefer the bed or even the shower- but at the same time, as soon as you give him full control, Wonwooâs very good at taking charge.
âIâll take care of you,â Wonwoo promises, pushing your panties to the side so he can slide two fingers against your heated core. You can feel how wet you are, and the contact against your clit has you whining, grabbing his face to bring his mouth to yours again while he pushes two digits knuckle deep into your aching core.
Youâre sensitive from a few days without being touched, and it feels like heaven to have Wonwoo worshipping you like this again. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he draws his mouth down to your jaw then your throat, peppering your skin in kisses that have you shivering with pleasure.
âDaddy-â you whimper, your hips thrusting toward his hand as he works you open, palming your clit with delicious pressure.Â
âI know, Honey, I know,â he soothes, and between gasped breaths and moans, you can hear your pussy squelching already.Â
Itâs getting harder and harder to stand on your shaky legs, your heels not meant for standing sex or heavy petting like this. But itâs also clear to you that Wonwoo has no intention of stopping his motions until youâve cum on his fingers, so you do your best to grab his shoulders, steadying yourself while that wonderful feeling builds in the pit of your stomach.Â
âIâve missed this pussy,â Wonwoo tells you, voice low. Itâs not often that he uses vulgarity, even in the bedroom, and his words betray how much he truly needs you. Your skin tingles with excitement, pussy throbbing, heart thundering in your chest-
Itâs crazy how one sentence can nearly shortcircuit your brain when paired with Wonwoo using his hands like this- stroking the parts of you that he knows better than anyone else in the world.
Your fiance has taken his sweet time getting to know your body, and it shows in moments like these.Â
âIâm so close-â you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders. You should care about his expensive suit jacket, but you donât- all that matters is the orgasm youâre desperately chasing, hips moving to ride Wonwooâs hand while his unrelenting fingers get you closer and closer to the edge-
âCome on, honey,â Wonwoo grins, mouth returning to the spot on your neck that always makes you go feral, âcum for me.âÂ
One more rough thrust with his fingers has you moaning, tumbling past the edge as your orgasm overtakes you.Â
If youâd nearly been falling over before this, you almost crumple to the floor with all the pleasure coursing through you now. Wonwooâs free arm loops around your waist, and he presses you closer to the wall, keeping you propped up while his hand continues between your shaking thighs.
He releases a low groan, and you can feel his cock pressing through his pants by your hip. You feel delirious already, body pulsing, skin tingling. Wonwooâs broad shoulders are your lifeline, and you grip them desperately, taking everything he has to give you like the good girl you are.
âWonwoo-â you whimper, seeking out his lips, cupping his face to draw him closer. His tongue glides against your own, and youâre enough of a distraction that his fingers begin to slow inside of you.
Finally, he pulls his hand away from between your thighs, dragging his lips from yours so he can sink his digits into his mouth. You watch him lick them clean, listening to the groan of satisfaction that escapes him while you do your best to catch your breath.
âYouâre always so good for me,â Wonwoo tells you, lifting his gaze to yours again.Â
You swallow thickly, mind swimming, searching for a response. âYou deserve it,â you assure him finally.
âAnd I know what you deserve tonight,â he retorts.Â
In one quick motion, he lifts you up bridal style. One of your stilettos crashes to the floor from the sudden way your body has just been swung like a rag doll, but neither of you care as Wonwoo carries you through the apartment toward the bedroom.
You canât help the giggle that escapes you. Wonwoo always makes you feel like a princess, and he looks like a classic prince while doing it. His side profile is so regal- all sharp bones and pretty lips. God- how did you ever get this lucky?
When you get to your destination, Wonwoo is gentle when he sets you onto the mattress. He straightens and looks down at your form, letting out a deep breath.
âCan you take that pretty dress off for me, honey?â he asks, already shrugging off his suit jacket and setting it over a chair nearby.Â
âOf course, daddy,â you grin, reaching down to grab at the hem of the silky outfit, dragging it up your thigh.
His eyes are glued to you even as he works on his cuff links, and you take your sweet time as he makes it to the buttons of his shirt. The dress has a corset style back, and you tug on the ribbon before slowly working it open.
Wonwoo doesnât say anything, but you can see his breathing pick up as the fabric gets less tight on your chest, revealing more and more of your bralessness.Â
When he makes it to his pants, you remove the dress, leaving you in nothing but your thong, which is soaked through.Â
Your fiance swallows thickly. âPanties too, honey. I donât think I have the patience to wait any longer tonight.â
His lack of patience is clear in the way his cock slaps up against his abdomen, released by the pants now pooled by his feet.
Wonwoo looks like a fucking God, especially while naked. Heâs lean but muscled, and youâve spent hours tracing each ridge and bone. His cock is an impressive length of around seven inches, itâs pale like the rest of him, but when heâs really turned on, it flushes in colour.
Right now, his cock is a pinkish red, and you can see the angry tip already leaking desperately.Â
You stand up, sneaking a kiss to his lips while hooking your fingers in your panties. Pushing them down, you get onto your knees.
âHoney, you donât have to-â
âMaybe Iâm impatient too, have you ever thought of that, daddy?â you ask, grabbing the base of his length and leaning forward to kitten lick the tip.
Wonwoo releases a low groan, reaching down to thread his fingers through your hair.
âIâve missed you,â you murmur, enjoying the way he reacts when you kiss his cock gently. âMissed the weight of you in my mouth.â
âFuck-â
Itâs not often that Wonwoo curses, and the word goes straight to your core.
âCan I touch myself while I suck you off, daddy?âÂ
âIâd be upset if you didnât,â he admits. âI want you dripping when I finally pull you off my cock and fuck you the way you like it.â
You whimper, your whole body alight with energy as you take him into your mouth. Youâre already practically drooling from his fingers earlier and the dirty talk now, which makes it easy to coat him in spit.Â
Youâve never been able to take all of Wonwoo in your mouth, but you do your best, gripping the base and bobbing your head while you begin to toy with your clit.
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â Wonwoo groans, taking a deep breath as his hand guides you on his cock. âAlways so good for me.â
The praise only makes you suck on him harder. You sink so far down onto him that his tip hits the back of your throat. You feel yourself constrict around him and Wonwoo lets out a loud moan, fingers flexing in your hair.Â
âCareful, honey, I donât want you to choke,â he tells you, but his voice has lost itâs usual commanding tone. Heâll let you do anything you want to him, even if it means gagging on cock- but heâll do his best to be gentle with you verbally at least.
You get lost in the feeling of pleasuring him, closing your eyes and letting your mouth show him how much youâve missed him⊠however, not in so many words.Â
Actions speak volumes, especially in this case.
You continue working on your pussy too, eventually slipping two fingers into your wet core, which makes you moan around Wonwooâs cock.
âHoney-â he groans.
You can tell that heâs on the verge of breaking, so you pull off his length, looking up at him while catching your breath. âReady to fuck me now, daddy?â
âIâve been ready all night,â he grins, reaching down to grab your hand and help you to your feet.Â
He kisses you then, cupping your face and leaning forward, taking your breath away all over again. His palm flatens against the small of your back and he dips you backward- then youâre falling, a small squeal escaping you-
The fall is only an inch or two, and you hit the mattress, Wonwoo bearing down on your form almost immediately. You grab at his shoulders as his lips find yours, your legs wrapping around his lean hips to tug him closer.
His cock is still wet with your spit, and it rubs deliciously through your soaked folds, bumping your clit and making you moan into the kiss.
As impatient as Wonwoo seemed to be, heâs not quick to adjust himself against you- or at least, not quick enough for your liking, so you reach between your bodies and grab his cock, lining him up with your wet hole.Â
Wonwoo grins against your lips, and in one motion, he sinks into your core.
You moan loudly, digging your nails into his strong shoulders and throwing your head back as he fills you perfectly, stretching out your walls.
Your fiance takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, finding your sweet spot.
He feels like heaven- youâre really not sure how long youâll be able to last tonight, but thatâs never mattered with Wonwoo. You have forever with this man, which means you can be as fast or slow as youâd like to be.
He begins to thrust in and out of your core, and it makes you cry out again, walls contracting around his cock. You can feel him so deeply, especially as he adjusts your legs, pushing your thighs closer to your chest.
âWonwoo-â you whimper, not a care in the world for using a âcorrectâ title. Your fiance might enjoy the daddy kink, but heâs never been the type to punish you for slipping up and calling him something different.
Itâs clear to both of you how far gone you are, and Wonwoo only grins against your throat, picking up his pace.
âHow about you rub your clit for me, honey?â he asks.Â
Youâre not one to question him, and your hand slips between your bodies to seak out the sensitive nub. More sounds of pleasure escape you as you begin to rub yourself, and your moans only push Wonwoo to fuck you harder.
Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and itâs making you delirious.Â
Wonwoo finds your free hand, threading your fingers and using you as leverage as he presses you against the mattress. His breath is hot on your throat, but soon heâs seaking out your lips again, and you eagerly kiss him as if your life depends on it.
Thereâs an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, spurred on by your fingers on your clit and the cock filling you up with each rough thrust.
Wonwoo doesnât need to check in on you, and you donât need to tell him youâre close, youâre certain he can tell. He tightens his grip on your hand, a silent invitation to let go whenever you want.
Each drag of his cock against your inner walls draws you closer and closer to the edge, and when he breaks the kiss to lick your throat, it allows you to focus entirely on the pleasure between your legs.
âFuck, daddy-â you whimper, back arching as you shift below him.
âI know, honey,â he groans. âMe too.â
âYeah?â Your body jitters with near orgasmic bliss. âCan you cum with me?â
âOf course, just tell me when.â
âPlease-â you moan, writhing against the sheets as he fucks you even harder. âPlease, daddy- I want you to fill me up-â
Wonwoo groans, teeth dragging by the sensitive skin of your throat.Â
âPlease, please- fuck, Iâm almost there-â you rub your clit harder, body tensing on the precipice of your orgasm-
âShit,â Wonwoo tightens his grip on your hand to the point where it almost hurts- and even though he doesnât say it, itâs clear to you that heâs reached his own high.
The thought that Wonwoo is so turned on heâs just cum before you - something that never happens - is enough to drag you over the edge, your core clamping down on his cock, eager to milk him for everything heâs worth while you cry out in ecstasy.Â
Heâs gasping against your throat, thrusts even deeper now- slow, steady little ruts as he coats your insides with him cum, filling you up perfectly.Â
You get lost in the feeling of him, squeezing his hand back as a silent encouragement while your pussy continues to squeeze his cock, eager to get every last drop.
When he finally comes to a stop, he simply lays on top of you for a moment, the both of you breathing heavily.
âWonwoo?â
âYes, honey?â
âIâve just remembered-â you pull your hand away from your clit, instead moving to stroke his hair, âWhat did Seungcheol mean about the penthouse you were looking at?â
Wonwoo lets out a small chuckle. âDo you really want me to spoil the surprise?â
âYes, please.â
Your fiance pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. âIâve been thinking we might need a bigger place⊠one that could accommodate a few extra rooms.â
âExtra rooms?â you cock a brow.
âFor any kids we might have, you know, after weâre married.âÂ
Your entire body tingles with excitement.Â
While the two of you have talked about children in a general manner before, nothing has ever been set in stone. But you suppose now that youâre engaged, itâs natural this sort of thing would be on Wonwooâs mind.
âHow do you feel about that?â Wonwoo asks.
âI feel likeâŠâ you swallow thickly, âI want you to fill me up again, and also that I should book a doctor's appointment to discuss going off birth control.â
âI can definitely help you with that first one,â Wonwoo grins, pressing chaste kisses all across your face while you giggle and hold him tighter.
âWeâre really doing this,â you whisper.
Wonwooâs thumb brushes by the ring on your wedding finger. âHoney, I couldnât imagine doing it with anyone else.â
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âCan I take this off yet?â you ask, wobbling in your heels as you grab at the silk blindfold blocking your vision.
âBe patient, honey,â Wonwoo breathes in your ear, his hands firm on your hips as he guides you to whatever surprise destination he has in store for you tonight.Â
Christmas is a week away, and the last time he blindfolded you like this was for your birthday. Heâd taken you to a Mercedes dealership to let you choose any car you wanted. You have no clue what he has in store for you now, and youâre practically shaking with excitement.Â
You know heâs driven you somewhere, and youâve been in an elevator, so it must not be another car- your list of gift possibilities is somewhat thin. You have a hunch, but you donât want to get ahead of yourself just in case youâre wrong about where your fiance is leading you.Â
Wonwooâs lips find your throat, and his hands stop you in your tracks. His breath is hot by your ear a moment later, and he lets out something like a contented sigh. âOkay. Let me help you take this off.âÂ
His deft fingers work at the loose knot behind your head; soon the blindfold slips away.
Your eyes adjust to the light, and you blink while taking in the space in front of you. Youâre in a large open-concept kitchen, a living room sprawled in front of you with views of the whole city. The decor is lavish luxury, and you recognize the design concept as a Choi Seungcheol special when you notice a specific lighting fixture that Cheol puts in all his expensive builds.Â
âWonwoo-â you breathe, mind spinning.
The man behind you flattens his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your frame while he rests his head on your shoulder. âDo you like it?â
âIs thisâŠâ
âItâs ours,â your fiance confirms. âI wanted to show it to you on Christmas day, but I couldnât help myself.â
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Mr. Sandman (18+)
Yandere Jason Todd / AFAB Reader
> romantic > tw/cw: non-con, somno. reader has a vagina, piv sex, creampie(s). > Jason just can't get enough of you when you're awake; why would that change when you're asleep? > a/n: my first jason solo!!! WE UP! im a sucker for simpering, weak, vulnerable jason sowwyyyy . he needs u spiritually what can i say . > word count: 1.1k
Jason knows he shouldn't be doing this.
But who could blame him? Youâre just so gorgeous. And so smart, so funny, so generous and soâ so perfect. You are his god. He is your faithful acolyte. And your cunt is his altar of choice.
Jason glances himself in the mirror across your bedroom. Heâs a hulking mass of muscle on all fours, hovering above your gently sleeping body. It would be a shock you havenât woken up yet, if not for his stealth. He padded onto your bed, knowing just where the mattress would give soundlessly under his solid weight. Underneath him, youâre none the wiser. Innocent. Ripe and for the taking.
He shouldn't be doing this, he reminds himself, despite his bare erection already weeping precum in anticipation.Â
You took him into your embrace, like a savior to a wounded dog. You decided he was loveable, of all things.Â
He shouldn't be doing this, he tells himself again, despite his hands starting to wander. Your nipples poke sinfully through his wifebeater, breasts nearly spilling out of it anyway. Youâve dictated it to be your new set of pajamas. Itâs much too long for you, falling past the start of your thighs. He peels it up, slowly, carefully. He leaves it to bunch at your collarbone, revealing your naked breasts. He swallows an appreciative groan, leaning forward and suckling on a nipple.
Itâll just be some heavy petting. Just some kissing. Just some marks so people know youâre his â he knows what to say so you wonât mind that too much in the morning. Justâ just a few touches.
But then Jasonâs hand wanders downwards. And when he cups your cunt with his hand â his throat tightens; he bristles, stiffens; heady desire intoxicates him and fogs his mind â all restraint comes crashing down.Â
He was a damn idiot to think he could resist.
âOkayâ Just a little. Just a little, I swear,â Jason groans, little more than a whisper, betraying his attempts at being quiet.
Jason, with expert vigilante fluidity, hikes one of your legs over his shoulder. He lowers and shuffles back to an eye-level view of your cunt, waiting prettily just for him.
He draws circles around your clit with his fingers, using his abundant precum as lube. A man possessed, he could watch all day at how easily and nicely you let his fingers in.
Fuck, you were made just for him, he bets. Itâs not only his cock your pussy remembers; your body accommodates, obeys, and wettens in response to every part of his own. Heâs barely even trying, pumping his digits back and forth. Youâre basically drawing him in.Â
Your mouth drops open, a soft whine falling out, and he freezes. His fingers are still stuffed in your puffy cunt. After a few seconds, you continue dozing off, although your brows pinch together with pleasure.
If you can wake up at any second, heâll be damned if he doesnât at least go the full mile. He slips his fingers out. Another whine from you. I know, I know, baby, he thinks. Youâll be full again soon enough. Jason slides forward and makes you both fit together puzzle pieces, cock against your folds. âJust the tip, I promise,â Jason says again. And so he continues.Â
Heâs in. He lets out a relieved sigh, nearly moaning. Heâs in.
⊠But itâs not enough.
Before Jason knows it, heâs pushing forward, entering you fully. And every inch is well-earned â your tightness has him choked, panting and gasping. Yeah, he reassures himself. He fucking belongs here.
It takes him no time at all to start fucking his precum into your cunt. A near-frothy ring of cream grows at the fat base of his cock, a product of his speed and fervor. If he had the mind to, heâd be embarrassed at his desperation. But then he grinds your clit down against the root of his cock, frotting against your walls, and he could not be at all fucked to care.
Jason could start laughing, fucking you with wild abandon. As soon as he climbed on this bed, this was out of his hands. How did he ever think heâd be able to stop? He canât even try to quiet down anymore. Thereâs the sound of skin colliding bouncing through the room, your mattress creaking from the intensity of him pounding you, and of course, his own heavy breathing. Fuck, fuck. Despite the noise, he canât help it â he needs this.
Finally, the hot coil in him snaps. He shudders violently, veins visible in his arms and temple, mouth falling open into a moan. Face-to-face with you at this point, his breaths tickle against your cheek.
On his third orgasm, heâs finally spent. He marvels at the mess heâs made â the inside of your thighs is slick with his own makings, pearly white smeared across the canvas that his your skin. Your abused cunt is swollen and so, so pretty. His cock is still firing ropes into your body.Â
Jason can't bear to withdraw himself, mind drunk with pleasure. Suddenly drowsy, Jason has to stop himself from collapsing on top of you. He gently lowers himself to lie down facing you. Both of you are on your sides, his cock still buried in your warmth.
You start to wake up, blinking away the blearly tendrils of sleep. You glance black hair and a shock of white. Mm. Jason, your sleepy mind thinks. Good. Great, even. The allure of continuing your slumber calls, as he rocks you back and forth, the motion almost sedative. Hips meeting yours, cock rutting into youâŠ
Waitâ
Your eyes fully snap open, body on high alert. You gasp.
âJayâ?â you squeak. Now fully awake, you register the full presence of his length in you and the pleasurable throb in between your thighs. And the utter stickiness of your thighs.Â
Startled, Jason wakes up with a jerk. He doesnât normally fall into such deep sleep. He feels panic rise. He was supposed to wake up after just a few minutesâŠ!
âFuckââ he begins, fumbling to roll away and unsheathe himself. But you curl a fist around the collar of his shirt, like pulling on a leash. You two stare at one another, both bodies still sweaty and warm. Your cunt is still full with him, his seed. Leaking.Â
Fear thunders through Jason at getting caught.Â
But then you pout. So cute, his dumb animal brain instinctively thinks. Even though youâd argue to him that youâre nothing of the sort. You smile mischievously, sinking onto his cock an inch.
âNow, Jay,â you say, tutting. âYou shouldâve woken me up first.â
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I was thinking again
Tw: pubic hair , dom dynamics, punishment, licking
(A/N got inspired for the landing stripe by @theywhowriteandknowthings check her Brazilian head canon out)
Imagine getting inspected by Captain Price. He is a great captain and mentor who only wants the best for you, and of course, you would slack on the field if you slept with an immature soldier. So, he needs to check if anyone has touched you since the last time. Naturally, you let him, as he always rewards you afterward for being such a good girl and holding still. His experienced tongue gives you as much as you crave and as often as you need to survive until the next inspection.
You didn't believe Price would find out that you were toying around with Johnny, but when he removed your baby blue thong and saw the landing strip leading to your clit, he was furious. He knew Johnny loved his girls and boys this way and had probably suggested you to do it. Needless to say, your first punishment was overstimulation. His tongue sucked on your clit for hours until you were almost fainting and calling "red" (he is a good dom; safe words apply even during punishment).
He really thought you had learned your lesson when you came back with no landing strip and his favorite curls reappeared. But then he saw all the bite marks Kyle left on you last night. Needless to say, you spent the whole time cockwarming him until his paperwork was finished, only to suck him off and go without him even touching your clit. "Bad girls don't get to orgasm."
He didn't even need to inspect your cunt when you came into his office limping.
"Ghost?"
"I'm sorry, Captain."
The last thing he thought he could do to get some respect from you was to put you over his knee, letting you count how many spanks you got from him. He was disappointed but not surprised when he saw how your cunt dripped all over his pants.
Finally, after four weeks, you came to your inspection how he liked you the most: no bite marks, tight, not limping because of Ghost, and cute curls that highlighted your beautiful cunny.
"Knew you could be my good girl, love."
"Do I get a reward?"
"Of course, love," he laughed while taking your reward out of his briefs.
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CALL OF THE SEA / PART THREE
pirate poly!141 x f!reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, mentions of violence, blood, injury, 141 are still mean pirates, very brief mentions of death masterlist
When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.
The words of Captain Price weighed heavily on your mind. With little distractions to guide you away from them, they were all you were left with. They replayed on a consistent loop, like a broken record player. It was taunting, the way your own mind betrayed you after pleading with it not to think of the cold dose of reality the Captain had given you. It denied your requests for soothing calm and gifted you with roaring waves of chaos.
The Captain had been right. Every last word was coated in nothing but bitter truth, and you hated it.
Your village was nothing but unkind to you, and you knew it. You tried to defend them, tried to reason with why they could have been so cruel to you, but with only yourself and the sounds of the sea to fill the abyss in your head, your defense was bound to crumble.
It wasnât your fault you were different, at least compared to the traditionalists you grew with. Being born in a secluded hamlet separated from the bustling mainland meant the people were just as isolated. Hermits, they were. They sought simplicity through actions shown by the book. Marriage, children, with women to remain in their place at home. It was a dream to some, and a nightmare to you.
You wanted more. There was a vast world out there for you to mark your claim on, yet your own people disregarded your desires. They turned on you, taunting you as the village outcast, one that many continued to torment well into adulthood. You were one against many, and you only had yourself in the long run.
You worked hard for what you had. Despite the consistent abuse your people had given you, you sought out adventure like a moth to a flame. It called out to you. Learning of medicines and practices to become more of the miniscule woman everybody saw you as was your safe haven. You wanted to explore the world and take your practices to a place where youâd be accepted as oneâs own.
Then those pirates had taken that away from you. Not only had they stolen your dreams, but they had stolen your home, people, and passion. Everything was lost at the drop of a hat.
Being a medic for a scroungy group of thieving pirates was not in your cards. Before, you hadnât even known pirates were existent. They were a simple folk tale, something to share on quiet nights when the village had grown bored. Never did you think you would come across one, let alone four who had taken it upon themselves to make you their problem.
You feared that you would never achieve your dreams of being a proper medic. Of never escaping to the mainland where you could begin a tranquil life consisting of you and your studies. Now, it seemed that you would never experience peace or independence. Your dreams were embezzled, lost in the foamy waves that lapped against the side of the ship.
The grieving of your loss didnât stop, even during Soap and Gazâs visits. They kept it minimal, presumably under the Captainâs orders, or because they simply didnât like you enough to further interaction. Not that you wanted them to, anyway, though it wouldâve made the aching loneliness a bit more bearable.
They noticed, of course. The way your eyes began to sink in, casting a grim shadow across your face, or the way you no longer bared your teeth at them when they approached. Pirates like them didnât care for people like you. You were a pawn in whatever game they were playing, and you didnât know the rules.
The sound of heavy footsteps on the deck above you rattled you awake. The cot was fairly useless in providing you comfort, but you had succumbed to your eventual exhaustion over the course of your capture that you had grown used to it.
Unlike normal days, where their steps were more quiet and calculated, this time sounded like a frenzy. Uncoordinated, merging together in loud pitter patter. It was unsettling, lighting an icy chill in your bones. Even in the seclusion of the brig, the air felt thick with tension, as if the pirateâs suspense had crept through the crack under the door and spread throughout the ship.
The floorboards creaked menacingly from above. Your ears pricked at every stomp, every slam of the soles of their thick boots against the old wood. It was as if death was stalking you from the shadows, creeping in, jeering at you. You were in the dark, unaware.
You wondered if other pirates had invaded the ship. Perhaps this was your end. Youâd be found by enemies and treated much more unkindly in the hands of men who only saw you as a mere woman and not the potential to be a medic.
Though your pirates were just as cruel, they hadnât harmed you. They hurt your people, but salvaged you to make use of your knowledge. They werenât as terrible as what may have lurked the waters. Maybe it was simply the fear talking, but if what you thought was true, then you prayed to whatever god was listening that you remain in the safe hands that had yet to pose a threat to you.
Your prayers were answered by the harsh sound of the door opening. It wrenched open, slamming up against the wall with a crack. Dim light poured through, down to your cell, illuminating a faint glow enough for you to see.
Atop the stairs, a large figure lurked, blocking out the light. It cocooned around him, casting an eerie shadow and successfully masking away his face.
Fear shot through your veins, burning like a raging fire, lighting you up from the inside. It threatened to combust, inching you towards a scorching agony. It clouded your mind, fogging over the logic and replacing it with racing thoughts of choking terror. You thought of death, torture, being swept away from this brig, only to be placed in a more torturous one with strangers out to harm you. To be used for pleasure and entertainment by a group of savage pirates unbeknownst to you.
âGet up,â a voice barked at you. It was rough and throaty, exuding pure authority. It was also familiar.
The sound of metal clanking on metal filled your eyes and once you had pieced together your mind enough, you realized it was the key unlocking your cell. The door opened, the figure stepping into your cell and closer to you, where you lay on the cot. It loomed over you, shielding you away from escape.
âGet up,â he ordered again. A hand reached out to you, cold, rough fingers wrapping around your bicep and lugging you off of the cot and on to your feet. There was no time for arguments. You recognized Ghostâs stony mask, and you knew fighting him would prove fruitless.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked, legs straining to keep up with his pace as he tugged you up the rickety stairs.
âCaptainâs hurt,â Ghost gruffed, only the narrow of his eyes peeking through the eye holes of the skull mask, giving you a glimpse of his disgruntlement. âNeed a medic. Thatâs you, birdie.â
Your heart sank to your stomach for numerous reasons.
For one, the smallest part of you worried for the Captain. No matter his actions thus far, he was hurt and required medical attention, enough of it that Ghost had prompted you out of your cell after residing there for the past month.
Then there was the fact that they were asking you for help. Sure, you technically were a medic. One in practice, but you knew the basics of medicines. However, the problem arose that you didnât know much beyond that. If the Captain truly was injured to an extent beyond your skill, you feared theyâd throw you over the ship and into the murky waters once they deemed you useless.
The misty air hit you the moment you stepped out of the brig and on to the upper deck. It was chilly despite it being summer, with the ocean breeze curling into your dingy hair and across your cheeks. The feeling was nothing short of relieving, to breathe in fresh air that filled your lungs, clearing them of the musty tang of brig air.
It was still midnight, but the moon was bright enough to have your eyes squinting, adjusting. Even the feel of it on your skin was like sweet kisses after a period of solitude.
That wasnât what was important, though. Ghost had your arm in a chokehold, and he was urgently dragging you across the deck and towards the front of the ship. None of the other men were found, but youâd quickly find them when Ghost yanked open a door leading to the Captainâs quarters.
Inside, Captain Price was propped up lazily against the side of a large table, covered in maps and quills. A small pot of ink had been tipped over and spilled, tainting the papers with splotchy black. Drips of his blood had swirled into the mix, and the sight of it made you sick.
Priceâs hand was smothering a gnarly gash on his side, fingers seeping over with crimson blood. Soap stood beside him with Gaz, the two of them seemingly anticipating your arrival. The moment they locked eyes with you, they stood up straight, expressions impatient.
âTook ye long enough, Ghost,â Soap boasted snarkily. Ghost huffed from beside you, pushing you by your arm and sending you towards Price.
âFix him up,â Ghost commanded, stern. You blinked at him before switching to look at the Captain.
Price was a bit paled, skin clammy with sweat despite the chill in the air. He seemed more annoyed than pained, face pulled taut with a frown deepened beneath his beard. His eyes bore into yours threateningly.
âI donâtââ you stared, stumbling over your words. âI donât know how to stitch, I told you, Iâm not a professionalââ
âSurely youâve had practice once or twice, havenât you?â Price reckoned, cocking his head at you.
âOnly on injured animals,â you defended. âI donât know how to stitch on people.â
Price clicked his tongue, a hint of agitation gesred behind it. âCanât be much different. Allow me to be your experiment, dove. You want to be a professional? Figure it out.â
You stared at him, bewildered. You knew there was no room for argument, nor was there any time. He was bleeding into the palm of his hand, wound sliced open from what you assumed was a sharp blade. You didnât have the chance to think about how he possibly couldâve been injured in that way.
âWell? Go on, dove, it ainât goinâ to heal itself,â Soap urged in annoyance, giving a light shove to your shoulder. Not enough to move you from your position, but enough to snap you into order.
âI need my supplies,â you explained. âSurely, you kept them.â
âTch. Not stupid, dove,â Price snipped. With his free hand, he clumsily fumbled for one of the drawers of the table he leaned upon. Yanking it open, it was sent to the floor with a crash, sending its contents scattering.
The action was savvy and if you werenât in a frenzied rush, you wouldâve had the mind to be irritated. However, you remembered your place, as well as the people you were being forced to serve. It wouldnât be wise to bark back at them for throwing around your work so carelessly.
You were quick to drop to the floor and begin retrieving what was necessary. Supplies were scarce, seeing as you werenât fortunate enough to grow up on the mainland where demand was much more accessible.
Making a mental note to ask for them to collect more items for you, that is if this was really going to be your life, you clattered the items on the table Price rested on, making quick work of tugging stitching thread through the tiny needle.
The job would be sloppy, especially with the way your hands shook. You knew good and well that if anything were to happen to these pirateâs Captain, youâd be first one off the ship, sent to God knows where.
All eyes were on you. It was unnerving.
Soap remained next to Gaz, both watching you like a hawk. Their eyes studied every movement of your fingers as they worked through the threads, preparing to stitch up Price as requested.
Ghost stood near the door leading to the deck, arms crossed and eyes piercing into you like a warning threat. And really, you knew thatâs what it was.
Price was awfully calm for a man whoâd been stabbed, and you briefly wondered if this was something pirates were used to. Harming others was one thing. Gaining injury themselves was another.
Lucky for you, the Captain wasnât wearing any fabrics. He mustâve taken his shirt off when he returned to his quarters, which made things easier for you.
âRemove your hand,â you said, before adding on, âplease.â
Price huffed out what couldâve been mistaken as a laugh, though you highly doubted it. He carefully pulled his hand away from his wound, slippery with blood. The sight was quite gruesome, though you were sure it was just the blood making it so.
Taking a deep breath, you positioned yourself in front of the Captain. You dug deep in your memory of the times youâd operated on helpless animals youâd found in the outskirts of your village.
Animals were easier. They were more pliant and obedient. Some were squirmy, though being much smaller than you gave you advantage over them.
Price, though, was significantly bigger. And human. He was far from any animal you aided.
With his arm out of the way, you had a showcase of numerous scars scattering his torso. They were white, indicating they were much older, but some were still risen with pink tissue that revealed being more recent.
You had your hands full. Truly.
âIâm going to begin now,â you told Price.
âDonât need to narrate the whole operation to me, medic. Just do it.â
Priceâs tone was sarcastic and a tad bit mean. If he was aiming to offend you, he was doing a poor job. Youâd taken ridicule all your life.
Brushing it off, you used nimble hands to make the first insertion of the needle, threading through the first stitch. Price showed no discomfort, though the eyes of the others didnât help your unease. You felt like a lab rat and they were the ones operating on you.
The stitching became easier the more it went on. He needed quite a few, though the practice was appreciated. Your hands became more steady and your heart was no longer in your throat.
The room was at a standstill up until the very moment you tightened the stitches, tying them off and pulling yourself away from Price. Your work was far from perfect, but it was doable.
âFinished, are you?â Price hummed. You nodded in confirmation. âWasnât so hard, was it?â
You bit your tongue to hold back mockery until the taste of metallic flooded your tastebuds.
âIâve only worked on animals. It appears you are no different than one,â you bit back calmly, shiftingyour attention to organizing the supplies Price had so carelessly tossed to the floor.
Soap let out an obnoxious snort, while Price only cocked his head in faint amusement.
âYou might want to watch your tongue there, dove. Ghost has taken out many,â Price informed.
That was enough to send shivers down your spine because you knew he was being truthful.
A quick glance to Ghost showed no indication of lies, so you quickly averted your eyes, opting to avoid him. You didnât want to imagine the horrors Ghost had caused from his hands alone. He was a force not to be reckoned with, and youâd happily stay far, far away.
âI still need to apply an herbal balm and wrap it.â You changed the topic in hopes of forgetting your slip of tongue. You rather liked keeping it in your mouth.
âVery well,â Price sighed. With a gesture of his head, he signaled the other three men out of his quarters, leaving you alone in the room with him.
It was eerily quiet between the two of you while you worked a calming balm into the tender skin around his wound, careful not to touch the fresh stitches. The herbs were a mixed paste you had created back in your village from the supplies Mary had gifted you, and they proved futile now in a sensitive time.
You wished she were here to take you away from this nightmare fueled ship. Though, you couldnât deny it any longer â you knew she was dead, just like the rest of the village. There was nothing you could do about it.
This was your life. This was your journey. Your opinion on the matter wasnât valid.
âQuite the snippy one, arenât you?â The Captainâs voice broke the tense silence, though it did nothing to calm you. âI heard from a little bird that some fortnights ago, you threw your porridge on to Gaz.â
Your shoulders pulled taut in a mix of embarrassment and shame. It was as if you were a child being scolded.
âI did,â you admitted quietly.
âAnd you do not feel bad?â Price questioned.
âNo.â
âHm.â A smile tilted on his face, lazy just as the other ones, as if he had no energy to display the true nature of a smile. âI will hand it to you, dove, he can be quite a brat sometimes. Perhaps he deserved it.â
You glanced up from his injury to look into his eyes. Your eyebrows tugged together in confusion.
You were fully expecting outrage, or perhaps the Captain to reprimand you for taking your anger out on his crew. Instead, he seemed almost like a jokester.
That couldnât be. He was cruel and heartless, just as the others were. It didnât matter how much Soap jested with you, or Gaz no longer glared at you. They were still pirates.
âI am all finished up here,â you explained, clearing your throat and taking a step back. âMay I return to my cell?â
The cell was the last place you wanted to be in, but it was the only haven youâd found on the ship. You certainly didnât want to stick around the other pirates for longer than necessary.
âNonsense,â Price mused. âYou have proven to have enough skill as a medic. Youâre useful and resourceful. You wonât be able to work well in that dingy cell.â
You felt a pit of nervousness fill the void in your stomach. It did somersaults, making your mouth water with the need to be sick.
This was what you wanted, right? To be accepted into the crew so that you may plot your escape down the road when the time proved right. So why did it feel strange to be praised by the very man who had slaughtered your village?
âI will be staying in the upper decks, then?â you assumed, and he chuckled.
âWe donât quite have a cot set up yet, dove. We werenât exactly expectinâ you to last, yet here you are.â He sounded almost prideful saying that, and you werenât sure whether to feel comforted. âYouâll join me in my quarters for now. It only makes sense while Iâm healinâ up, hm?â
That pit in your stomach turned into a canyon. To share a bed with the Captain of a malicious pirate crew, watching over him as his nurse? Perhaps this was your way out, or the start of your downfall.
Either way, you either ended up dead, imprisoned, or homeless on the mainland. Homeless, but free. Youâd be an idiot not to play into the game.
You could do nothing but bow your head in silent agreement, unable to decide your fate once again. You were at the hands of the Captain and his crew, and those hands may be bloodied and mean if you said otherwise. hands may be bloodied and painful if you said otherwise.
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First Drabble after a month or so⊠Anyway, reader is a bisexual man, deal with it. Kinks are: voyeurism, spanking, dubcon, cucking, manhandling, praise, lite feminization. Brief mention of m/f sex but reader is a bottom and is mentioned to have a cock. BDSM relationship. Tw. Girlfriend is a bit abusive so skip this if bad doms bother you đ«¶đŒ no set character, but I gave him a name! A little long tbh, not even a Drabble anymore
The things you do to make your girlfriend.
âOhhh! Gimme more, Mark.â
You roll your eyes, checking your phone as your girlfriend gets her pussy fucked by your âfriendâ Mark. They were too busy having the time of their life to notice you stopped paying attention to them.
Your girlfriend, Lizzy, just loved this whole cuck fantasy shit. Whatever made her happy. You tried many other times to tell you that you didnât necessarily like it but she always somehow made you the bad guy.
It was your first relationship dealing with BDSM, she was more than likely right since she had loads of relationships before you.
Right? She wouldnât use your naivety to her advantage⊠right?
Hah.
Anyway, she loved making you watch other guys fuck her. Especially if their dick was bigger than yours. Though you didnât like her saying your four inches was small.
Some guys had two inches, you were perfectly fine.
She began moaning something about how big he was, you didnât really care at this point. You didnât even know if you liked this whole BDSM thing. Sure, being the submissive was cool at first but now it just felt⊠eh?
You certainly hated her way of being a sadist. You hated being a masochist. It wasnât fun.
But, whatever makes her happy. Sheâs freaking Lizzy Powers, the hot girl from your university. Every guys falls for her.
There was particularly high pitched yelp that caused you to look up in concern but it seemed Mark had just manhandled her into another position. You huffed and just went back to watching TikTok thirst traps.
The few times you looked at them to pretend you actually cared, Mark seemed set at staring right at you. His thrusts would always get faster each time. Weirdo.
Mark was popular, just like Lizzy. Loved by many girls (and guys). He was supposedly good natured and kinda but you kinda found him creepy, especially right now.
Was there something on your face???
âOoh, (Name)~!â Lizzy whined, âheâs so much better than you⊠Just look at how well he fucks my pussy.â
She looked over at youâyou quickly forced a frown. She loved seeing you âupsetâ about the other guy fucking her. Something about getting you to try harder when you fucked her the next day.
It worked the first time, but after that, you stopped caring. You kinda stopped caring to fuck her as well. It wasnât even that she was fucking all these other guys. Something just kept bothering you.
Maybe the fact she didnât go on regular dates with you and there didnât seem to be an end to the dominate actions she had.
A shrill voice filled the room, Lizzy was cumming. You used to always love seeing this partâjust seeing your gorgeous girl coming undone.
Eh, youâve seen it before. These days, you found yourself watching the guy fucking her instead of her. Which was bad, that was cheating, or at least thatâs what Lizzy had told you.
So you made sure to not look at Mark as much. Mark pulled out and rolled off his condom, tossing it into the trash bin next to the bed. The loud sound of music was still ringing downstairs from the party.
You wouldâve thought this dumb party wouldâve been done by now. âWas that it?â You asked, standing up. âI have a test tomorrow so I need to get back to my dorm.â
There was a moment of silence as Lizzy and Mark stared at you. Mark simply nodded and moved to put his jacket and shoes back on. Lizzy however, looked furious. She stood up abruptly, putting on her dress and stormed over to you.
Oh no.
You knew that look. She was about to âdisciplineâyou. Her punishments were so humiliatingâyou hated it so much. ïżŒ
You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. Her anger radiated off her face. Though she only stood to your chest, she managed to make your heart drop. There was no fun in this. But isnât this what these relationships involve?
This was just how it was.
Her harsh words began spilling out, probably promising a punishment once you reached your dorm. Or possibly even when Mark left. But knowing her, sheâd get a kick out of him watching.
Maybe you shouldâve gotten a different girlfriend. This one doesnât exactly make you happy. The thought couldnât go any further though when Mark cleared his throat, ending Lizzyâs tyranny with ease.
âYour submissive isnât exactly listening to you. I donât mean to pry,â though the smirk on his lips tells you otherwise. âHe looks legitimately scared. No sense of pleasure in him.â
Lizzy scoffed. âAnd you can do better? Heâs just new to this, but it seems to be taking forever for him to listen to me.â She said, harshly poking at your chest with her finger. You try not to show any emotion from the slight pain.
âI can. But thatâs if you want your submissive to get a taste of whatâs better.â
A pin could be dropped and it wouldâve made more noise. You watch in awe as Lizzy practically turned pink in the face. Wow, youâd never seen her this anger. There was silent rage in her eyes before she pulled a quick smile.
âSure. Heâs all yours.â
But Mark looked over at you. He stood up and took off his jacket, walking over to you with a look of determination. âDo you want it?â
âW..wha..?â You whispered, feeling dwarfed against his tall height. Jesus, does he play volleyball or basketball??
âDo youâŠâ his hand slowly reached up, gently grabbing your chin before forcing you to look up at him. Oh. ââŠwant me to touch you? Show you real pleasure.â
ââŠ.yesâŠâ
His lips pulled into a slight smirk. âGood boy.â
So here you are, pants less. Mark was kinda enough to let you keep your sweater on. Lizzy was sitting at the desk chair you once were. You felt bad for whoeverâs frat brotherâs room you guys were in. Poor guy.
âDo you know why youâre being punished?â Mark suddenly said, sitting on the bed as he patted his lap.
You huffed and moved over to where he was. âAttitude probably.â You muttered, looking down at the bed sheets. Ooh, sport cars.
A tug at your sweater caused you to yelp as you were forced to look Mark in the eye. âLook me in the eye when youâre speaking to me.â With little force, he pulled you to drape over his thighs. They were quite muscular. Hm, maybe soccer?
You could feel Lizzyâs harsh glare on your body. It was just reminding you that she was so pissed over you having a slight attitude. Gosh, we doms all like this? You were seriously considering if you wanted to stay in this type of relationship.
Markâs hand gently gripped your butt, softly massaging it. âI donât think you deserve a punishment, but Iâm going off what your dom wants. This can be really easy, (Name). Just count, okay? Iâll only go to ten.â
âJust ten?â Lizzy cut in.
âTen is enough. He didnât do anything terrible.â Mark countered. âWas I even speaking to you?â
You didnât want to know the look Lizzy gave him. His hand gripped your ass before he released it, gently tapping it.
â(Name), whatâs your safe word?â
You blinked, âwhatâs that?â
There was a tense silence. You tried to look up but Mark quickly pushed your head back down.
âJust whenever you want to stop. In case itâs too much.â
âOh uhm. Stop should work fine, no?â
âAlright. You can always say red as well. Yellow would be if you just want a breather, okay?â
âOh⊠would green be for keep going?â
Mark hummed, gently massaging your butt. âMhm. Arenât you smart?â
You blushed slightly. Oh, that was nice. When was the last time Lizzy complimented you?
âStarting now.â
You prepared for the worst. Whenever Lizzy spanked you, it was torture. Just hit after hit with no room to breathe. Didnât help she would use those whips. It took you awhile to convince her to just use her hand.
Sometimes the damn thing would just start hitting your thighs or back. It was like she was purposefully missing your ass.
Smack!
Oh. What were you supposed to do? You couldâve sworn you were supposed to say something. That felt so weird, but you felt your toes practically curl as a gasp left your lips. He mustâve had experience doing thisâŠ
He gently rubbed the slight curve of your hip. âCâmon, count for me.â
Oh right. CountingâŠ
âO..One.â
It went on, each time you momentarily went blank in the head. This wasnât anything like Lizzyâs spankings. Mark was spanking you hard, definitely, but there still was a slight softness to it.
Hmm, you could probably revisit spanking.
âTenâŠâ You muttered, sighing in slight relief that it was over. You gently got up from Markâs lap, ready to pull your pants back up but he pulled your back down.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked, rubbing your sore cheeks. You heard the sound of a container being opened before a cooling substance was rubbing onto your skin. It was pure relief. A relaxed hum left your throat.
Lizzy coughed, breaking the moment. You almost forgot she was there. âAre you done with my boyfriend?â
âHm, no. His moans were cute, I want to hear how he sounds cumming on my cock.â He said bluntly, causing you to blush in pure embarrassment. His cock?! He was going to fuck you?!
Lizzy sputtered as she stood up. âWhat?! Thatâll be cheating!â
âItâs just cucking. A man can cuck a woman.â
âButââ
ââItâs only fair (Name) can cuck you too.â
It was wrong. But his words made you grin. Cucking her back? Oh that sounded fun. Finally, she could feel how you felt.
âOkay.â You suddenly said, removing yourself off Markâs lap. âYou can fuck me.â You werenât scared about anything going into your butt. Lizzy has fucked you with a strap before, those were the few times you had the most fun during sex with her.
Shame she never wanted to do after the two times.
You grabbed the lube that was left on the nightstand from Lizzy and Markâs previous fuck and drizzled a decent amount onto your fingers. Sitting down on the bed, you began to stretch your ass open.
It was pretty easy, you did masturbate this morning with a dildo. The entire time, Mark just stared at you with hunger, his eyes watching your hole swallow your fingers with ease. He was probably expecting some type of resistance.
âIâm ready.â You muttered, moving to get into a doggy position but Mark grabbed your hand. A shriek left you as he picked you up with ease and plopped you down into his lap.
This position⊠was embarrassing to say the least. Your legs were wide open, your cock hard against your tummy. Lizzy was literally right across from you, seeing everything. You squirmed, wondering why Mark was so set in humiliating you.
His lips suddenly pressed against your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder. The sound of his zipper and slight shuffling filled your ears as his cock slipped out. Holy shit. He was definitely huge⊠maybe 7 inches??
âI wantâŠâ his hand reached up and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look Lizzy straight in the eye. âMiss Powers here to see you cum on my cock, seeing you become my pretty little slut.â
Your cock twitched. His cock pressed against your ass, gently teasing your hole. Slowly, he lowered you down, letting the stretch become comfortable.
He was definitely huge. You didnât understand how Lizzy took this thing without crying out in pain? Once he was fully in, you let out a shaky breath, gripping his hand that held your hip.
âGood boy. Youâre taking me well.â He whispered, pressing a kiss on your neck. âNow move.â
âWhat?â
âRide me.â Mark simply said, gently patting your thighs.
Holy fucking shit. You were supposed to ride this guy while your girlfriend watches? Jesus. You moved slightly, gripping his thighs as a way to hold yourself help as you began bouncing up and down.
The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, your soft moans right behind it. This was better than any strap. You could feel him inside youâhis heat. A shudder left you when his cock pressed against your prostate. You quickly tried to keep that position, gasping at the constant pressure.
You practically forgot Lizzy was even there. All you cared about was getting off.
No, all you cared about was making sure Mark was enjoying it.
That was a first.
You glanced down, wanting to see if Mark was enjoying himself. The sight caused your hips to stutter. He was staring right at you, a smirk on his face. His free hand was gripping at your ass, pulling the cheeks apart slightly.
He broke eye contact to look down at your hole, laughing slightly. âItâs so cute. Hey, Iâm your first real one huh?â
âY..Yeah..â
âGood. Iâll be your only too.â He said, delivering a harsh spank on your ass. A scream escaped your lips as you stopped for a moment, trying to process everything that was happening.
First and only? What?!
âHey, whyâd you stop?â His hands suddenly had your waist in its grasp as he pulled you back. You were once again looking at Lizzy, seeing her pure anger. Gosh, you were really betraying your girlfriend.
âWhy are you treating him so gently?â Lizzy suddenly commented.
Mark hummed. âItâs his first time. You always gotta treat beginners like glass. Once heâs properly trained⊠Iâll fuck him like the whore he is.â
âWhore..?â You muttered, but before you could ask why he kept calling you stuff like that, he was suddenly making you bounce up and down on his cock. It was so sudden, so fast and made your previous movement seem like nothing.
If this is him treating you like glass, you wondered just how mean he gotâŠ
Your back arched as you cried out, resting your head on his back as the pleasure began to take over. It was so much. But you wanted more. You just knew he could do more.
You wanted it so bad.
You were too lost in the pleasure to even notice that Lizzy left until the sound of a door slamming caught your attention. âHngâŠ? Whyâd she..?â
âFucking finally.â Mark muttered, pulling you off his cock. You whimpered, feeling your cock leak dejectedly with pre-cum. He plopped you down on the bed and pushed your legs up, putting you in a mating press.
His cock easily slid back inside as he leaned down, grinning. âNow that sheâs out of the way, I have you all to myself.â He whispered, his hips moving upwards in harsh staccato type motion. Each slap caused a struggled gasp to leave you in tandem.
âBeen hearing all about how you were just her little cuck. Using you because you knew nothing about how these type of relationships work..â he mumbled, a groan leaving his lips when you clenched around his cock.
You couldnât even care about what he was talking about. You just wanted to cum already. This position was so odd, you didnât even know your body could fold this far.
âYou donât have to worry about that anymore, baby. Iâll make sure you enjoy yourself as mine.â
âY..yours..? What..? Ngh, did you..â
âFuck her to get to you?â He laughed, leaning down to kiss your lips. You blushed, shocked that the kiss was so sweet compared to the sinful thrusting. âYeah, anything for you.â
Anything for youâŠ? You didnât get to truly understand just how deranged that sounded when he began to roughly fuck you. He managed to push your legs even further as he draped himself over your body, ravaging you like a cheap slut.
Your screams and his grunts mixed together as you gripped at the sheets beneath you for type of stability. If that stupid loud music from downstairs wasnât still playing you were sure everyone would be able to tell you were getting your stomach rearranged.
â(Name)âŠâ
You let out a strangled hum.
âYour pussy is tighter than hers.â
Yaaaay⊠first post back! Feel really proud of this one, though I didnât mean to make it longer than a usual Drabble, felt like I had to add a lot of stuff before the porn⊠lmao.
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