“satoru! let’s go on the ferris wheel,” you giggle, pulling his sleeve in your direction, “haven’t been on one of these in forever!”
satoru can never deny you, grinning from ear to ear as he follows you. looking down at your skirt, he tells himself it’s not because of how your ass bounces with every hop you take; he tells himself it’s because he likes Ferris wheels too. somehow you know he’s staring at you, thinking naughty things. your pussy flutters at the thought.
“can you pay, baby?” you ask with a smile, turning to face him with the cutest pout you could muster. he tsks, laughing to himself before giving a small smack to your ass. “killin my wallet, hun,” he murmurs, handing the worker the cash for the ride. not even seconds later you’re climbing on the little ride and pulling him in with you, waiting till you’re at the top before speaking.
“you enjoying today’s date so far, huh sweetie? you must be, considering I’ve spent over $100 already,” he hums, the tone sounds harsh but you know he’s kidding around, he couldn’t care less about the money if it means makin his girl happy.
“mhm, daddy,” you prop yourself on his lap, hands hugging around his neck, “been so good, the view is wonderful,” you tease, staring directly at his lips. satoru leans in, brushing his against yours, lightly ; just teasing. your legs squeeze against his.
“you sure?” he grins against your lips, “nothing’s missing?”
you smile, drinking his face up with your eyes, “jus- just one thing,” you whisper, movin your clothed pussy against his thigh lightly, “jus’ been so so horny since we got here,” you whine, giving his faces small kisses.
“yeah?” he lilts, “you can hold off till we get home, can’t you?”
“you’re supposed to take care of me, daddy”
satoru sucks in a breath, feeling your legs squeezing against his. he takes a quick look out of the window and groans, “the shit you make me do,” then he’s grabbing your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout and his mouth is on yours. you giggle against him, moving your tongue along his as he tries to pull you closer. your little gasps fuel satoru on more and more, loving when he lifts your tiny skirt up, kneading your ass.
you feel wetness sliding down your pussy, n you can’t help but keep kissing him. the feeling of his tongue gliding over his lips turns you feral, “shit-,” satoru laughs, trying to keep up with your mouth, “so fuckin hot,”
his hands squeeze at your ass one more time before he’s hissing in annoyance, toying at your pink fucking panties. he’s breaking the kiss, leaning towards your ear.
“I’m’ gonna rip these fuckin things off, baby” he whispers, leaving harsh kisses on your neck and chest. you feel yourself hump your pussy on his leg again, wanting his mouth back on yours.
“oh god,” you whine, “m’ gonna cum”
satoru grins, he cannot stop himself from chuckling. he pulls down your top, letting your tits run free. “yeah, baby? how? i haven’t done anything to you yet,” his mouth sucks on your nipple, teasing and pulling.
“gimme a kiss, baby,” he teases, smiling at how eager you are to listen. you almost leap at the opportunity, lips smashing on his as you whimper, reaching to toy with your nipples as he takes control of your mouth. one last moan and he doesn’t miss how you’re shaking, grinding that lil pussy on him like your life depends on it.
“ya just came, hm?” he laughs, noticing a big wet spot on his jeans. he smiles at your cute little nod, loving how you already look out of it. he’s about to speak when the Ferris wheel cart suddenly stops, and a loud intercom fills your ear.
“Hello! I thank everyone for coming to this lovely spring carnival! As a little treat, please look out your windows as we pause this ride to release some fireworks. Thank you, and do not be alarmed— the ride will resume once they are done.”
“please, satoru,” you gasp, “wan’ you to fuck me so so bad before we get off,” he winces, growing noticeably harder and harder at your cute begging. you bury your face in his neck, sucking and leaving little kisses, doin your best to hurry him up.
“shhhh, baby,” he hushes you, trying to calm you down as he grabs onto your hips, “I’m gonna take good care of ya, pussies gonna be well fed when I’m done wit her,” his hands toy with your skirt for a little before peelin off your panties.
“lift your hips for me, love” he mumbles, finally ridding yourselves from that barrier. satoru exhales, fingers soaking themselves as he dips through your folds. you gasp, holding onto his neck as he starts to circle around your clit.
“ah— satoru,” you cry, trying to ignore the hard pounding in your core as he dips a finger inside you. he grins, inching it inside and out before adding a second finger.
“so fuckin wet,” he grins, “shit, don’t even needa prep you as much,” his fingers slide out to rub against your mouth, spreading your juices against your tongue. satoru’s dick grows incredibly hard under you, almost popping out of his zipper.
“you want it so bad? ya’ gotta work for it,” he coos, “be a good girl n’ get on your knees for me,”
you whine, but don’t want to wait to figure out what’ll happen if you don’t listen. you slide off him with a pout, your tits bouncing with the movement as you end up on your knees, face rubbing against his leg. satoru’s eyes are glued on you, fuck the fireworks. he can’t look anywhere else. he rubs the bulge on his jeans, head falling back with a groan at the feeling.
“ah shit,” he groans, grabbing your hair with one fist, “take my cock outta these jeans for me,”
your core flutters with the command, and your eyes don’t differ, they stay directed at him as you hastily unzip his pants, pullin them down to his legs before you do the same to his boxers. you could cum, just by watching how his dick pops out, smacking against his abdomen. precum’s already slippin out, n your mind goes fuzzy with the need to taste him.
“good fuckin girl,” he gives his dick a few strokes, eyes rollin back while he stares at your tits. he’s not gonna fuckin last so he has to make the most of this. “spit on it, baby, go ahead.. spit,” he murmurs, almost spilling himself on your face right then and there when you oblige, drool seeping from your lips onto him.
you’re honestly dazed. nothing’s registering through your mind, your boyfriends cock only thing you can think of, only wanting him inside of you, breeding you, pounding into you so fuckin hard in this cart that someone starts to question it. you must be so fuckin lost that satoru’s words weren’t even reaching your brain.
“are you listening to me, baby?” he murmurs, giving a little slap to your face that finally knocks you out of your dream. “am I gon have to stop all this? cus my girl isn’t listening?” he threatens, his strong hand gripping your cheeks together.
you panic, of course you don’t want him to stop! “no, no m’ sorry daddy, m’ listening,” you plead, staring up into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“you gon listen to daddy? I said stick your tongue out… yeah, fuck, jus like that… keep it out while I tap my cock against your lil tongue,” he groans, mumbling intelligible words as he slaps his tip against your tongue before sliding his whole length inside. you can’t help but gag, throat constricting against him. he doesn’t let up, gripping your hair as he fucks his cock into your mouth straight away.
“hollow your cheeks out… just like I taught you,” he murmurs, dick sliding even deeper, feelin your nose hit the base of his cock each time, “yeah, fuck jus like that”
drool seeps from your mouth into his balls. you do your best to keep going, but eventually satoru notices your quick shortness of breaths before finally giving you a little break. he pulls his cock out of your mouth, givn you time to cough and heave.
“cmon, you can handle a little more for daddy, right?” tears pool from your eyes but you nod, grabbin the base of him to give his tip little sucks and kitten licks. you’ll do anything for him, he admires. he has to pull you away before the tightness of his balls becomes too much. he needs to finish inside of you tonight.
“god, please! want you inside of me, satoru,” you cry, wiping the incoming tears from your eyes. the need to being full is pulling at your insides.
“aww, don’t cry baby, you’re gonna get it real soon,” he coos, wipin your tears away along with the drool on your chin. “jus’ gotta work for it okay? cmon, hop on daddies lap.”
you sniffle, standing up to climb over him. “lift your hips again, yeah.. good girl,” his cock slides up and down your cunt, spreading the wetness over his tip. you gasp, and can’t help but sit all the way down on it. satoru curses, groaning loud as he grips your hips tightly.
“oh, fuck. bad fuckin girl,” he hisses, feeling your walls squeeze against him so tight, even he has to take a second to compose himself. you’re crying, knowing you took him all way too fast without taking time to adjust to the pain.
“oh, fuck! daddy it hurts.. hurts so bad,” you whine, sitting all the way down at the base of his cock, being careful not to move. “shh, I know, I’ll make it all better soon,” he says, thumb immediately reaching down to rub at your clit. you moan, grabbing into his shoulders. some pain immediately reduces to pleasure, n you’re still left a sobbing mess.
“more more, oh god,” your loud whimpers fill the cart, your own fingers toying with your nipple as satoru continues rubbing at your puffy little bud.
satoru grins, givin your lips a little peck. “feel better? yeah?” you nod at him, mouth gaping in pleasure.
“good girl. bounce up and down on my cock, alright? I know it hurts, do it to make daddy happy,” he commands, and you’re doin your best to listen. you start with a slow roll of your hips, moaning as your clit rubs over his abdomen.
just then, the loud intercom starts again.
“Good evening! Thank you for your patience and I hope you all enjoyed the view. The ride will start up again in 5 minutes, thank you.”
your eyes widen, that’s not enough time for you both.
“satoru, what do we do,” you whine, still rolling your hips against his cock.
“guess ya gotta hurry up, hun. don’t care if it hurts, m’ gonna fuck you myself if you don’t start bouncin,” he hisses, feelin your tight pussy squeeze the life out of him.
panic races through your veins as you lift up just until the tip is in before sliding all the way back down. you know you’re being loud, but you could not care anymore. light pain fills you but you keep going, sliding up and down until you’re seeing stars. the sound of your ass smacking over his hips is the only thing registering between you.
“oh fuckk, doing so fucking good,” satoru groans, staring at your tits rolling up and down between each bounce. his eyes roll back as you finally find your pace. “you fuckin feel that? your pussies squeezing me so damn tight,”
his hips start meeting you halfway, increasing the pace and intensity way more than before. you feel out of it. In the best way possible. the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot every thrust sends you away, more and more moans pouring out of your throat. you can’t help, you cum right away.
“oh fuck, you cummin for me? cumming on my cock like a little slut— oh shit,” he groans, thrusts growing sloppy and careless. “reach down and play with your pussy,” he hisses, moaning alongside with you as your pussy contracts around him. cream coats his cock, makin sure his pace doesn’t let up.
“m’ gonna fuckin cum inside you, fill your pussy up until you can’t hold anymore.. fuck fuck,” he leans forward to suckle your tit in his mouth, loving how you’re still trying to bounce on his cock.
“I-I can’t anymore! satoru please, s’ too much,” you cry, pussy feeling overstimulated with how much his cock keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again. you feel as if you’re gonna cum once more with the pressure.
“you can, baby. fuck, I feel you tightening up again, you gonna cum with me?” another hard thrust follows by another through his constant mumbling, and it’s his finger pressing on your clit that sends you to paradise again. you squeeze around him, a loud wail comin from you as you release.
“good girl, gonna cum inside this tight little pussy- shit shit-,” one last sloppy thrust has him releasing his load in you. thick ropes of cum filling your womb has you trembling over his frame. his name the only thing coming from mind fucked brain. satoru’s groan fills the air as he at last stills his hips, letting go of the last drops of cum. he chuckles, laying his head back as you fall alongside him, his cock still nestled in your pussy.
“can’t believe you made me fuck you inside a ferris wheel,”
“feel so much better now, daddy,” you smile against his neck, all content and happy.
satoru laughs before looking out the window.
“shit, hurry up and put all your clothes on. we’re almost at the bottom.”
analysis: spending the day playing a fun little game with toji and his friends? count me in ꨄ༒
contents: dubcon, manipulation, fingering, closet sex, toji is a dilf, degradation, squirting, confined space, cheating
notes: toji brainrot!! i wish this was a little more organized but it’s whatever.. i’ve been wanting to write something a little like this but i dunno how i executed it.. u tell me? thank you all for the incoming support i’ve been getting!! love you all and enjoy this little thing :)
“come on, hun,” toji drawls, patting the spot on the floor next to him, “ya’ scared? think we’ll hurt you?”
no, actually, you’re scared you’ll embarrass yourself in front of megumi — your boyfriend, and the rest of toji’s friends. declining to play hasn’t worked so far, with toji’s unrelenting argument that he wants to get to know his sons girlfriend; as if this type of game is the best sort of environment for that. you flush, megumi has always been handsome to you, but toji? it’s like the fushiguro men were created to test your hormones.
“dad — shit, jus’ leave her alone. she doesn’t feel like it,” megumi steps in, a slight frown on his face. he sure doesn’t want you to play this type of game with his father, what if you’re sent into that small closet with someone other than him?
“no, it’s alright,” you grit, forcing a tight smile as your eyes train on toji, “i’d love to,” toji grins, gojo cheers, and nanami & megumi sit silent, leaving themselves to observe instead.
taking a seat next to toji, chills can’t help but erupt, goosebumps spreading thru your arms as he leans close to your ears, “you ready, darlin?” he murmurs, his gaze so suffocating you feel like you’re drowning. are you? you must be, considering how his eyes drop just a little close to inappropriate from your breasts, eating you like his last meal. this can’t be right.
“alright! let’s start,” gojo erupts in a laugh,preparing a glass bottle to spin. you jump from your daze, forcing your eyes to the middle of the circle. toji spins the glass instead, and it might’ve been the longest five seconds you’ve had to endure, because your heart drops when it starts to slow down at your incoming direction — then it actually flew out of your chest. the bottle pauses right at your knees, tip pointing at you and only you.
“in you both go!,” satoru teases, shutting the door right as you and toji step in. music blasts from outside, most likely for ‘privacy.’ you scoff, like you’ll need any with him. your boyfriends father! what do they all think you’ll do with him?
but fuck, why does the tension thicken almost tenfold the moment you’re both alone in here? he’s so fucking tall, you hate that it’s a turn on for you. megumi’s tall too, why can’t you feel this way for him? you stare at toji, watching as his eyes pick apart every single detail about you. the curves of your body, the beauty mark on your cheek, the plush of your lips almost intoxicates him.
he takes a step closer, n you can’t help but take one step back, a whimper leaving your throat when he does it again and again until he’s so close, you can smell the expensive cologne radiating from his body, “please,” you croak, “stop, toji, just wait the seven minutes,”
he chuckles, the sound so deep you’re convinced its not really him, that this isn’t actually happening, “why? all im gonna do is ask some questions, princess,”
“q-questions?”
“yes, questions,” he coos, and another step forward has you backing up into a box, your legs involuntary spreading out for him. heavy breathes huff out of your mouth, fuck, he’s settled right between you. he leans forward, placing both of his broad arms around each side of you on the box.
“stop, please..” you cry, as quiet as you can. it’s not even because you don’t want it, shit — you shouldn’t even want it, but because you don’t trust yourself anymore. your actions don’t feel your own, they haven’t since he crowded your space, not at all.
“shh,” he coos, brushing a lost strand of hair behind your ear. he’s so fucking close to you, “does my son take care of you?” he murmurs.
what? does megumi take care—? of course he does. maybe not the secret needs you have, the ones you leave yourself to deal with in the middle of the night in bed, with your fingers buried deep inside of your cunt, but he takes care of you in other ways, of course.
“y-yes,” you breathe, trying to force your face away from his, yet that only causes you to expose your neck more to the man in front of you.
toji tsks, “does he really? when you stay over at night, you think i don’t hear you calling my name? moaning and screaming it while you fuck yourself like a little whore?”
a half gasp half whimper forms in your throat. you stare hard at him, choosing to ignore how your legs almost gave out and closed around his hips, how even at this very moment, you’re fighting the urge your rub yourself on him. the hard ridge in his pants feeling you up so easily, he’s right there — right there.
“i can show you, princess,” he growls, “i can show you how good sluts like yourself should be really taken care of,”
“oh, god,” you moan, hating yourself for how bad you wanna give in, hating yourself for the sudden small rut in your hips against his hard cock, the sharp gust of pleasure almost making you forget how wrong this is.
“i will fuck you,” he grunts, gripping your hips tightly, forcing your crotch to rub against his again, “no matter what you fucking say,”
your eyes shut tight as he breathes in the scent of you. why, why why? why him of all people?
“wanna know why?” toji taunts, and you shake your head no, the only available answer you have right now, “because i know you want it. and i don’t have that much fucking time with you, so are you gonna take it like a good girl?”
“i can’t, toji please,” you whimper, trying to pry yourself away from him. but the man is relentless.
“you don’t have to do anything, doll. m’ gonna be the one to take good care of you,” he grips your chin, forcing your gaze to his, “so just sit here, and let your boyfriends daddy fuck you real nice, yea?”
all you can do is pray for megumi’s forgiveness as you nod, letting the beast above you take control. he grins, not even a second later he’s murmuring a ‘good girl’ and crashing his mouth upon yours.
your cry is muffled by his tongue sliding against you, and your body melts at his rough touch. his hands slide onto your skirt, pushing them up n reaching towards your panties, rubbing your clit through the material.
“oh, my god” you squeal, spreading your legs wider for his fingers. he grunts, sliding the lace material to the side and spreading your arousal from your entrance around your puffy clit that’s begging for attention, “honey, i’m your only god around here,”
fuck, he really doesn’t have that much time, even though he’d love to have all the time in the world, people are waiting for you both. his cock is already somehow out, smacking against his lower abdomen. a half growl half grunt leaves him as he takes ahold of his fat length, leading it towards your fluttering hole.
“relax that pussy for me, baby,” he hisses, letting your cunt take his cock inch by inch as he pushes in, adoring in how you mewl and writhe for him.
when you’ve finally taken him to the hilt, he wastes no fucking time — snapping his hips out then back in as his girth stretches you wide, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed.
“oh, toji! s’ too much, please!”
“this cock was made for you, doll. you can take it, feels so good,” he groans, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as you finally meet his thrusts, your hands flying to grip his arms from the intensity of it all.
his length so defined, you can feel every ridge and vein inside of your plush walls, and you regretfully love every moment of it. melting at the way his balls slap against your ass, his abdomen rubbing against your stimulated bud with every hard thrust of his hips, you feel a bridge forming inside of your belly, one that’s threatening to burst so soon.
“m’ gonna cum! d-dont stop,” you slur, sounding so fucked out within the minute he’s ravished your cunt.
“jus’ imagine your little boyfriend catching you, what do you think he’ll do? leave his slut girlfriend? snatch you away from me and fuck you himself?” he laughs, so taunting and evil, almost as if he wants it to happen.
despite his words, his pace doesn’t relent, he’s fucking his cock into you so hard, a small bulge forms on your stomach, hitting your sweet spot each time that it makes you feel like you’re cumming with every slide of his hips, maybe you are, you can’t tell with how good it feels.
“that’s right, fuck,” he bites his lip, loving how tight and wet you feel, “squeezing around me like that— shit, cum for me,”
and you do, you cum so hard you’re sure you felt a ocean of arousal flooding from your sensitive pussy onto his cock. white floods your vision and you’re sure you’ll never come down from the high. toji’s right there with you, fucking his load into your cunt so deep, it fills your entire womb. he groans, squeezing your hips in acknowledgment.
“such a dirty slut,” toji gripes tauntingly, pulling his cock out in adoration of how his cum seeps out of your pretty pussy.
you mewl, still in your high, the fever of never wanting the moment to end, “please, toji. still need you,” fingers reaching down to rub his thick load around your clit, loving the over sensitive pleasure zap.
he’s about to respond when a banging on the door cuts him off, “it’s been 15 fucking minutes,” nanami yells, “what the fuck are you doing in there?”
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contents: stepcest, corruption, shower sex, stepdad toji, fingering, degradation, overstimulation, squirting, daddy kink, use of petnames, slight exhibition kink,
“hello? someone in here?” you jump at the noise, quickly removing your fingers from your aching heat as the pounding against the door continues. you rinse your fingers under the showerhead, multiple thoughts mulling over your head. were you being too loud? what would’ve happened if he didn’t knock? red flushes your face with the embarrassing thought.
“t-toji?,” you call, praying he didn’t need anything from the bathroom, praying he'd go away,
instead, the click of the door opening registers through your brain and seconds later your stepdad is walking in, nothing but a towel around his waist. your cheeks redden, and suddenly you hope the glass doors are foggy enough to not see your naked figure, to cover the fact your thighs are rubbing against each other at the new ache building between your legs.
but no, you can almost feel him staring daggers right through your body, the doors suddenly nothing but a useless distraction. “toji?” you whisper, finding an urge to cover yourself.
“sorry if i startled you, hun,” he murmurs, his deep voice like silk and honey, “jus’ need to pick something up from the shower,” then he’s walking towards you, sliding open the doors and stepping inside, his statue so tall you feel like an ant compared to him.
you’re at a loss for words, the only thing you can manage to do is stare, not only at his face but at his sculpted body — a god is the first thing that comes to mind. toji can’t help himself too, the way your nipples perked up when he came in is revealing the need to shove his step-daughter against the wall and fuck the life out of her.
“actually,” he drawls, the sound snapping you out of your little haze, “you wouldn’t mind if i showered with you, huh?”
your legs buckle, “w-what?,” you croak. you’ve never showered with a guy before, especially not the man that’s supposed to be your father figure. he chuckles, removing the towel that was around his waist and placing it on the handle. you gape, and you might’ve actually fallen to the floor.
“easy, darlin’,” he soothes, his fingers lift your chin towards his face, “i’m runnin late for a meeting, it’s faster this way. you wouldn’t want me to miss it, no?”
of course you don’t want him to miss it, so you opt for a nod, not missing the way he grins, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “good girl, can daddy get a lil kiss?” he whispers, running soap down your back. a whimper escapes you, and he senses your hesitation, the way you want to fill that gap but don’t know if it’s the right thing to do. his lips can’t help but stretch into a smile, he wants to ruin that fleeting side of you.
toji grips your hips, leaning in against your ear, “it’s okay, pretty girl. families do this all the time,” he taunts, allowing you to melt into his hold. your breaths come out small pants, secretly wanting it as much as he does. “t-they do?” you ask, so innocent and obedient. he nods, and you give in, starting off with a peck on his lips before licking and pulling it, getting a taste. he groans, loving but having enough of your experiments. slipping his tongue into your mouth, a half growl leaving his throat as yours meet his, a hot — wet sweep that has you whimpering and wanting more.
toji pulls away, turning you around to have your back tight against his chest. “t-toji,” you cry, and he shushes you, his hands dragging down your body instead. one stops at your nipple, gently squeezing and pulling on your bud until you’re shaking under his grasp — the other hand lowering and lowering until he reaches the pounding ache that’s been hurdling you since before he even walked in.
“d-do families do this too?” you whimper, feeling his lips leave sensitive kisses on your neck. his fingers gently rub against your clit in small languid circles, feeling your arousal drip from his hands to your thighs, covering your body, “of course, baby,” he murmurs, “daddies always take care of their little girls, don’t they?” you believe him, and he’s shoving one, two fingers inside your sloppy cunt, fingering and scissoring you until you can barely hold yourself up right.
your cries and moans fill the shower, and toji has to wrap a hand around your mouth, grunting profanities in your ear. “gotta keep that pretty mouth shut, angel. don’t want your mother walking in and seeing what a slut you are, yeah?”
you nod, doing your best — but how are you supposed to keep quiet when his fingers are shoving into your pussy at rampid speed — his palm rubbing against your clit at every thrust, you feel a ramp building in your stomach, one that’s begging to burst with every passing second, and holy fuck it’s not like the other ones, this more sharp and pleasureful and you could die if it’s not fixed.
you can’t help but scream, back arching against toji’s chest as your hands grip his forearms, “i-i can’t. toji please— fuck, s’ too much f’me!” you cry, yet that only forces him to tighten his grip over your mouth and increase his speed on your poor cunt, fingers hitting your sweet spot over and over again he’s shushing you against your ear; murmuring sweet praises of encouragement.
“shh, that’s it. this is how daddies’ takin care of you. you’re my sweet girl, you can take it,”
and the knot breaks, your pussy gushes all over his fingers and your thighs, a sharp light blinds you in a daze— and he’s still fingering you, forcing you down that orgasm just to get back up again. you can’t take it, tears running down your face from the overstimulation of it all, “please! toji- s’ too much!”
he chuckles, slowly pulling his fingers out of you with a groan, loving how your pussy still sucks him in despite your pleas. he grips your face, pulling down on your lip. “can’t break you just yet, princess. m’ not done with you”
dumbly nodding, you hide your face in his neck, still coming down from that intense high. your hands slowly roam, tracing down his lower abdomen to the thick length hard against him. you bite your lip, forcing a whimper down your throat. he grunts, stopping your hand.
“can i take care of you too? please?” you whisper, raising your face to look at him. he chuckles, the sound dark and grating, “do you want this cock down your throat or in your tight pussy?”
you must’ve turned 50 shades of red at that question — but knowing which answer you’re choosing, you flush, taking his large hand and placing it over your cunt, hoping that’s answer enough. toji grins, broad and wide before abruptly gripping the back of your neck and shoving you to the wall. he kicks your legs open and leans above you, pressing his chest to your back so close, your breasts are squished against the wall.
“say it, my sweet slut. say you want your daddies cock inside you,” he growls, grabbing hold of his dick and lining it up your entrance, rubbing the tip thru your folds, just teasing. you whine, pushing your ass back to him in hopes of the head slipping through your pulsating hole.
“i-i want it inside me, please”
“that’s not what i asked, darlin” he drawls, rubbing your clit with his length, “but fine, better hold onto something, then,” not another warning before the entirety of his girth thrusts inside of you, the force so strong you almost slipped without the grip he has on you. a throaty groan leaves him as he starts slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size. you mewl, already starting to fuck yourself back on him.
“it’s like daddys dick was made for you, princess,”
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warnings: sexual content, corruption, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, couch sex, pet names, size kink, penetration, dirty talk, slight mean eren, but overall sexy, minors dni
note: enjoy :)
a whole week of eren loving how cute and fragile you are, how horny and needy you can get without even realizing it — practically throwing yourself at him every chance you can get. he doesn’t stop you though, does he? no, because he secretly loves how you walk around the house in adorable pink lace panties and a cute little tank top. his gaze always travels towards the cute buds peeking out of your shirt, and fuck you for that because those nights always end up with him in his room, jerking his cock to the sheer thought of you.
but one thing he fucking hates is how riled up he gets when you dumbly ask to sit on his lap, wanting to be closer to him. it’s almost as if you don’t realize how you grind on his thigh, rubbing your clothed pussy against his leg almost every single time.
“are you in heat?” he says, gritting his teeth like he’s upset with you. your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you have to cover your face with your hands to hide from him. you don’t have the strength to face him when his handsome face contorts in angry features, it scares you.
“w-what do you mean?” you whisper, fighting the urge to continue with your shameful act as he tightens his hold on your hips.
“just what the fuck do you think you’re doing grinding on me like that?” he spits. a rush of shame fills your body that consumes you whole. why are you doing that? you hadn’t even noticed — too focused on that slight spark of pleasure you felt with each rock of your hips.
“m’ sorry ‘ren.. jus feel really weird right now.. i dunno what’s wrong with me,” you answer quietly, feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. the ache between your legs stays persistent and you feel lost without the release your body craves.
eren feels a little bad now, being so harsh for no good reason. he should be taking care of you, make you feel so fucking good you won’t be able to stand up straight. “nothings wrong with you baby,” eren murmurs, lifting your chin so you can look up at him, “but that feeling must suck, hm?”
you nod as you feel your lips tremble, your core clenching at the petname erens given you. you stare at him and he smiles, the look making the ache feel all sticky and needy.
“must feel like you jus’ wanna rub that pretty pussy all over something, yea?” he taunts, leaning down to kiss your neck, gently licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. you whimper and nod vigorously, hoping he understands, hoping he’ll help you.
“when you fuck yourself on my thigh, does it help? does it feel so good that you jus’ wanna do it all over again?” eren teases, feeling your legs tightening over his. a murmur of ‘yesyesyesyes’ escapes your lips as he begins to bumps his leg up and down, the friction rubbing against your swollen clit thru your panties.
“please ren’, want it to feel all better” you whimper loud, holding onto his chest as you ride his thigh. his dick hardens, and even he becomes unwilling to deny his pleasure any longer. his thumbs find place on your nipples, squeezing gently as his other hand forces your hips to move faster.
“that’s it. take what you need princess” he grunts, and not even seconds later you’re moaning his name, mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.
“somethings happening, ‘ren.” you cry, rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stops you, blinding your eyes and exploding your insides in a fit of ecstasy.
eren groans, eyeing the wet spot now formed on his pants before taking a look at your face. you already look so fucked out its adorable that you think it’s over so soon. “good girl, came so pretty for me,” he smiles, bringing your face in for a messy kiss.
“ren’… felt so good.” you whine, drooping your body over his. he unzips his jeans, pulling his waistband down to reveal his cock, all pretty and veiny hard. your eyes bug out of their sockets, and your pussy contracts around nothing at the sight. “bet it feels even worse now, yea? like you jus’ wanna sink your needy pussy down on my cock?”
“pleaseplease” you cry, and eren wastes no time, sliding your panties to the side and rubbing the tip of his dick thru your folds over and over again till he finally inches his cock all the way down to the hilt, your gummy walls already sucking him in so tight, he’s worried he’ll cum within seconds. you cry, begging and pleading for more time to adjust to his massive girth.
warnings: sexual content, corruption, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, couch sex, pet names, size kink, penetration, dirty talk, slight mean eren, but overall sexy, minors dni
note: enjoy :)
a whole week of eren loving how cute and fragile you are, how horny and needy you can get without even realizing it — practically throwing yourself at him every chance you can get. he doesn’t stop you though, does he? no, because he secretly loves how you walk around the house in adorable pink lace panties and a cute little tank top. his gaze always travels towards the cute buds peeking out of your shirt, and fuck you for that because those nights always end up with him in his room, jerking his cock to the sheer thought of you.
but one thing he fucking hates is how riled up he gets when you dumbly ask to sit on his lap, wanting to be closer to him. it’s almost as if you don’t realize how you grind on his thigh, rubbing your clothed pussy against his leg almost every single time.
“are you in heat?” he says, gritting his teeth like he’s upset with you. your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you have to cover your face with your hands to hide from him. you don’t have the strength to face him when his handsome face contorts in angry features, it scares you.
“w-what do you mean?” you whisper, fighting the urge to continue with your shameful act as he tightens his hold on your hips.
“just what the fuck do you think you’re doing grinding on me like that?” he spits. a rush of shame fills your body that consumes you whole. why are you doing that? you hadn’t even noticed — too focused on that slight spark of pleasure you felt with each rock of your hips.
“m’ sorry ‘ren.. jus feel really weird right now.. i dunno what’s wrong with me,” you answer quietly, feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. the ache between your legs stays persistent and you feel lost without the release your body craves.
eren feels a little bad now, being so harsh for no good reason. he should be taking care of you, make you feel so fucking good you won’t be able to stand up straight. “nothings wrong with you baby,” eren murmurs, lifting your chin so you can look up at him, “but that feeling must suck, hm?”
you nod as you feel your lips tremble, your core clenching at the petname erens given you. you stare at him and he smiles, the look making the ache feel all sticky and needy.
“must feel like you jus’ wanna rub that pretty pussy all over something, yea?” he taunts, leaning down to kiss your neck, gently licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. you whimper and nod vigorously, hoping he understands, hoping he’ll help you.
“when you fuck yourself on my thigh, does it help? does it feel so good that you jus’ wanna do it all over again?” eren teases, feeling your legs tightening over his. a murmur of ‘yesyesyesyes’ escapes your lips as he begins to bumps his leg up and down, the friction rubbing against your swollen clit thru your panties.
“please ren’, want it to feel all better” you whimper loud, holding onto his chest as you ride his thigh. his dick hardens, and even he becomes unwilling to deny his pleasure any longer. his thumbs find place on your nipples, squeezing gently as his other hand forces your hips to move faster.
“that’s it. take what you need princess” he grunts, and not even seconds later you’re moaning his name, mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.
“somethings happening, ‘ren.” you cry, rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stops you, blinding your eyes and exploding your insides in a fit of ecstasy.
eren groans, eyeing the wet spot now formed on his pants before taking a look at your face. you already look so fucked out its adorable that you think it’s over so soon. “good girl, came so pretty for me,” he smiles, bringing your face in for a messy kiss.
“ren’… felt so good.” you whine, drooping your body over his. he unzips his jeans, pulling his waistband down to reveal his cock, all pretty and veiny hard. your eyes bug out of their sockets, and your pussy contracts around nothing at the sight. “bet it feels even worse now, yea? like you jus’ wanna sink your needy pussy down on my cock?”
“pleaseplease” you cry, and eren wastes no time, sliding your panties to the side and rubbing the tip of his dick thru your folds over and over again till he finally inches his cock all the way down to the hilt, your gummy walls already sucking him in so tight, he’s worried he’ll cum within seconds. you cry, begging and pleading for more time to adjust to his massive girth.
warnings: blowjobs, exhibition, risky sexual activities, anal, cum eating, rope play, blindfolds , daddy kink
𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑵
levi loves watching you struggle to take his girth — in either hole tbh. he usually prefers having his cock deep inside your sweet cunt, stretching it out like you were made for him. but on days like these, tired and lazy ones — shooting his load down your throat suffices perfectly. he’s also pretty kinky w/ it…
…..
levi’s long fingers stroke your chin, his thumb gently grazing your lip. “close your eyes, my sweet whore,” he whispers, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, “or i’ll have to blindfold you. would you like that?”
your cunt flutters under his praise as you stare into his eyes. you’re already hooked around his leg, grinding your pussy on him like a bitch in heat. you nod desperately, hoping he’ll finally let you have a taste of his cock. you’ve been dreaming about it lately— having your tongue on him, being the one to pleasure him instead of the latter.
“of course you would, you’re a little slut huh?” levi taunts. you feel yourself getting wetter, the ache in your core almost impossible to ignore at this point. but despite his words he leans in to give you a sloppy kiss — his tongue sliding against yours in a fit of strength.
you moan into the kiss, wanting, needing more. “please levi, i wanna taste you,” you whimper, sucking at his lip. he releases a groan before pulling his dick out of his pants, the length slapping against his abdomen — precum leaks from the tip in need, and you’re more than happy to fulfil it.
“fuck, gimme a second,” levi grunts, grabbing a tie from one of his suit jackets, wrapping it around your eyes. a rush of nervousness and excitement flows through you at the anticipation of not being able to see his movements. you feel hands gripping your own before a rough substance replaces it. rope? wetness drips down your thighs at the foreign feeling of it tugging against your wrists, securing them tightly.
“l-levi?” you whisper, afraid to make any sudden movements. something rough gripping the back of your head interrupts you — and the next thing you know you’re being tugged down, levi’s cock trying to slip past your puffy lips.
“fuck, shut just up and take it”
𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹
eren is a big fan of the sucking dick under a table action. esp when he’s playing video games with his friends — he gets to show off how perfect his sweet girl is, cum in your mouth and win a round of fighting zombies at the same time? what more could he want?
….
“fuck baby, i’m playin’ a game right now.. shit, just get under the table yea?” it doesn’t take much more than that for you to fumble on your knees and crawl between erens legs. the moment you unzip his pants, his cock springs out — all beautiful, thick, veiny and long.
“yeah, sorry. i’m here.. jus’ gimme a sec,” eren mumbles into his mic, continuing his game. in the background you discreetly hear his friends chatting and murmuring about things — but that’s not what you care about, making your boyfriend feel good is.
you give erens cock a few cat licks, the taste seeping onto your tongue as your stomach tightens, wanting more. he hisses gently, whispering a few encouraging phrases for you to keep going. things like, “cmon baby… take it all… i’ll fuck you real nice after”
embarrassment warms your cheeks at the fact his friends could hear but your core gushes at the praise, the dirty promise behind his words.
you eventually take him deeper, hallowing your cheeks until he bottoms out — hitting the back of your throat. you want to be perfect for him but you can’t help the constricting and gagging in your mouth due to his sheer size.
“fuck, keep going baby” he mutters, and you can hear laughing in the background. a whimper leaves your throat and you do your best to take him all again, free hand flying up to cup his balls while you suck him.
“you’re doin’ so good.. m’ gonna win this game then fuck you senseless okay?” you can’t speak through the fat cock that’s inside your mouth, but you’re sure eren knows you want everything he’s willing to give. your pussy rubs against his leg embarrassingly fast, and a loud whimper croaks out.
“shit, you cumming baby? what a dirty girl huh? couldn’t wait could you?” your tongue swirls around the base of his dick to the tip and you nod vigorously, grinding yourself harder and harder to seek release.
you hear movement, eren muting his mic and whispering a ‘be right back’ to his friends before he scoots his chair back a little, cock slipping out of your mouth to watch you. that simple movement has you cumming, sparks flying through your head as you soak his pants with your arousal.
“that feel good? yea? open your mouth baby… jus’ like that, don’t close em” eren grabs his cock, thumb rubbing over his slit before he jerks himself off — fast and hard, aiming right at your tongue. your body melts at the anticipation and — one , two , three pumps hes cumming all over your face, painting a lovely picture.
you whimper loud, keeping your mouth open for any drops that escaped, licking them off your chin and cheeks. eren leans closer, cleaning your face with his fingers before prying them into your mouth so you can clean the mess he made.
“daddy’s gonna make you feel good now, okay?”
𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵
jeans dick was honestly jus made for sucking. but he’s gonna make you work for it if you’ve been a little brat.
…
you’ve been rutting at him all night at his work dinner with colleagues, secretly whispering and whining about how you want him to take you, to shove your clothes off at the table and show him what a slut you really are. normally, he’d be down for that — he really would. but doin this all in front of VIP’s is out of line.
jean mumbles a pitiful excuse like ‘excuse me,’ and grabs your wrist, leading you into the bathrooms. you’re a little embarrassment now. being snapped out of the haze you were in made you realize the shit you could’ve fucked up for your boyfriend.
“m’ so sorry.. just really need you” he scoffs at your answer, dragging you into a secluded stall. he grits his teeth, shit — this is still fucking risky — but he can’t fucking deny how hard you’ve gotten him now, and there’s no way he’s walking back out there to his coworkers with a raging boner inside his pants.
he grabs your cheeks, pulling them into a pretty pout, “do you know how important this meeting is? huh, you slut?” why’s he be being so mean? all you want is a release, just one and you’ll be a good girl for the rest of the evening.
“on your knees,” jean instructs.
“but—,”
“you think you’re getting anythin” after all that? get me off and i might treat you real nice at home” tears brim your eyes but you nod anyway, unzipping his pants to pull his cock out. there’s never been a time where you weren’t impressed at the sight, has there? drool seeps from your lips as you hurry to take him in your mouth.
“if anyone walks in, what do you think they’ll do when they hear a hungry slut sucking dick in the bathroom? you better be nice and quiet, honey”
𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑼𝑵
like levi, reiner prefers having his cock inside your cunt or ass. but fuck, sometimes the thought of cumming to the sounds of you gagging after a good old fuck is perfect for him.
…
his cock slowly pulls out of your ass, cum leaking from your tight little hole -- the sounds of your whines and whimpers like music to his ears. you try to push your ass back against his dick, needy and never wanting this pleasure haze to end — you didnt know anal could feel so good until you tried, and now suddenly its all you ever wish to do with him.
"fuck, just look at you," the sight of your ass constricting at the loss of his cock almost makes him fully hard again; how could such a little thing like you be so perfect? your tits small and perky, ass beautiful and round — you honestly were sculpted for him.. even that mouth. fuck, those pretty lips.
you crawl towards him, ass high in the air as you lick your lips — cum still fucking dripping down from your thighs. you look so fucking sexy right now, he can't help but jerking his cock and tapping it against your pretty lips — once, twice before you finally open your mouth, tongue peeking out.
"shit, don't move," reiner grunts, sliding his cock up and down your tongue like its his own personal plaything. your cheeks redden at the act, thighs trembling from how bad you just want to take him all down your throat and have him cum deep inside.
not soon after, he finally thrusts his cock in your throat, fucking it hard and raw. you gag almost immediately, hands flying to grip his thighs — his loud groans spur you on as you come up for air, jerking the rest of what you can't take with your hand. he's so fucking thick, your little fingers couldn't even wrap around him completely.
he leans forward a little, finger gently caressing your lower back before prodding at your asshole, feeling the cum stuck inside. you gasp loud, the vibrations flowing through his cock makes him grunt, sliding his finger fully inside.
"reiner," you whine, tongue sliding from the base of his shaft to the tip.
"did you like it when i fucked you here?" he taunts, thrusting his cock deeper inside your mouth. you don't know how he expects you to speak when the only words flowing through your mouth are incoherent moans; tears fall down your face as you nod, feeling yourself dripping on his sheets.
minutes pass before he finally shoots his loud down your mouth, thick white ropes of cum burning your throat. he grabs your chin, mumbling a 'open wide' before spitting in your mouth. his cock taps your lips, "again"
analysis: you’re a sex addict who wants nothing more than to stay loyal to levi
“do you feel me?” his cock drives a little deeper inside you. his hands hold your wrists above your head as his eyes graze you with such love. do you feel him? he’s all you can feel. you’re full of the feel of him. the feel of his fat cock spreading you wide has you constricting around the base of his length.
levi’s hands tighten on your wrists — a warning, and you whimper. you want him, you want to touch him — to roam your fingers over his sculpted body freely as he fucks you into oblivion.
would anyone call this fucking? no. with the way his eyes stare through yours with such devotion; he’s not fucking you, he’s making love to you. no matter how many people you’ve slept with in the past, none have compared to this.
you want to show him the same kind of love.
“answer me, sweetheart.” he mumbles. strands of his hair falls to his forehead, heightening his beauty. a hard thrust snaps you out of your haze.
“i-i feel you..”
“how do i feel inside you?”
you could cry. has the way you’ve been gushing on his cock not been a good enough answer? you struggle to form words, your toes beginning to curl and your muscles extracting.
“like i never want you to stop”
a slow smile breaks from his face, and you have the sudden urge to kiss him until you’re out of breath. another hard thrust. “has anyone else ever made you cum like i have?”
“oh! god.. no” he seems pleased with your answer. his free hand trails down your stomach— lightly, just barely teasing until he reaches your clit, rubbing lazy languid circles.
“m’ gonna cum.. please please” you moan, back arching until his tongue finds place on your nipples. he sucks lightly, gently playing and toying with your little buds until you’re creaming all over him.
“that’s it.. just like that. good girl.” he groans, loving the never ending taste of your tight pussy squeezing the life out of his cock. he cums inside of you after a few more sloppy thrusts.
he knows of your addiction to sex, and he definitely should have stopped after you came once or twice, but hell. not even levi has the power to resist the look on your face when you’re begging for more. more of him and his dick.
you’re already wrapping your arms around his head, leading his lips towards yours in a rough embrace — his cock slowly hardening again inside of you.
“s-still need you, levi.. please”
fuck. he can’t stop himself.
“shh, sweetheart. i’ll fix the ache, i promise.”
he gently pulls out, replacing his dick with his fingers. he can’t let his cum go to waste, can he? it’s meant to be inside of your pretty little pussy.
sometimes, levi wonders if he’ll really be enough for you forever. but the way you already look like you’re going to cum again with just his fingers situates the nerves.
“hey, love?” he whispers, adding a third finger inside of that wet cunt— thrusting gently. you reply with a meek moan, throwing your head back.
“next time you feel the urge to jump some other guys dick, just repeat this phrase.” his mouth brushes your clit, leaving a little kiss. “levi ackerman fucks better”
lev, i have a req for when you’re free. i have a few hehe😮💨 sure, sub levi is great but… thinking of a usually soft dom levi who happens to become mean for once, unexpectedly.
coming home from a rough day of work, all he wants is to relax and enjoy the weekend off. instead, he is greeting with an extra bratty wife (who is only trying to make him feel better) but he’s really not in the mood for it. so, he warns you to hide and if he finds you, he’s not going to go easy.
idk why im in such a ‘head empty, just getting railed by angry levi’ mood ejdknjdbeidb
hi suki :3 idk how this got so long😭 AND ITS PWP SO ??? unfortunately i am physically unable to write levi straight up mean the whole way thru but i hope u like it ✋🥺
summary: After a long, hard week, Levi needs to relax… in an unconventional way.
content/warnings: brat-tamer Levi, cockwarming (oral), multiple orgasms (m!recieving), humiliation and degradation ... but also praise, edging (f!recieving), thigh-riding, impact play (f!recieving), calling Levi 'sir' 😵💫, throat-fucking, dom/sub elements, ceo!Levi sorta, can be read as dubcon at first
wc: ~4.7k
He’s found you.
You really should’ve expected as much from a man like Levi; finally home properly for the first time in two days after an endless week, and he trudged inside more sharp-tongued and grumpy towards you than usual.
To be fair, you didn’t exactly make things easy for him. You expected him to wrap his strong arms around your waist when you teased him for the dark rings beneath his eyes. You expected weary, slow blinks when you suggested take-out because you snarkily told him you didn’t feel like making dinner. If he wanted it, he’d just have to fetch it himself, and he took that advice of yours to wicked places—much to the growing ache between your legs.
With a click, the oaken door to his office shuts, only the clack of his shoes upon the floor telling you that he’s onto you, that you’re about to lose this twisted game of hide-and-seek.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly with your breaths, muffled against your sweaty palm. There’s lightning in your blood stirring warmth below your waist, all breathed to life by Levi’s hands shortly before now: You, bent in half over the kitchen table, lithe palms feeling up your hips, squeezing the fat of your thighs, taking two handfuls of your breasts through your sheer top in a grip bordering on painful.
The memory of how he spoke, low and dangerous right into the shell of your ear sweeps over you: “I’m not in the mood to fuck around.” Then, one veiny hand taking deliberate hold of both sides of your windpipe when you had the gall to talk back. Your breath caught in your throat then, and he warned you, “You better hide. Carefully. If I find you, you’re in for one tough fuckin’ lesson.”
His slow, measured steps dwarf compared to the march of your pounding heart. Really, you want to be found, not that Levi needs for you let him win to do just that. In a manner almost thoughtful, his fingertips scrape the desk right over your head, where you’re tucked into a tiny corner underneath. An electric shot of fear and heat barrels through you, and a smile threatens to break your lips.
Cockiness thick in his voice, “I know you’re close, bunny."
Fuck. You rub your thighs together as much as you can manage in such a confined spot, and the friction is exquisite. Your breath shakes. He’s teasing you at this point, must be, but you have a feeling you’ll be in for much worse (or better) than that in a moment.
Formal shoes the color of sparkling oil enter your vision straight ahead. The steps pause, and time seems to pause with them—for what you know to be seconds, but trudge along like minutes.
One hand slaps down on the desk, and when Levi crouches down, his dark eyes are squarely on you.
“Found you.”
Your eyes blow wide. “Lev–”
A gasp is wrenched from your throat, two strong arms dragging you by your own up and out of your precious hiding spot. Even through his button-up, now unkempt and wrinkled, his biceps visibly flex with his efforts.
You hiccup a cry in surprise, but you don’t get to savor the sight of him for long—how uncanny it is for Levi to be undone and disheveled, a strained outline between his legs beneath a sleek pair of slacks. You’re abruptly bent over the unforgiving surface of his desk instead, both your hands caught, then pinned at the small of your back by one lithe hand.
“Fucking pathetic, sweetheart. To think you’re so easy.”
A pleasant shiver runs up and down your spine as you flop your head on the desk and make pretend-efforts to struggle. Your heart hammers, but you aren’t afraid, not any more than you should be. Levi didn't spare you an explanation for what you're in for, but you have the safeword on hand anytime you need it.
You're trapped, caged in by a strong body at your back. He kisses his teeth, displeased, and goes to spread your feet apart with the cold leather of his shoe. Just for the hell of it, you decide to play the brat one more time, and kick at his loafers with your bare feet. “Fucking–”
Levi sighs like he's dealing with a petulant child and wrenches the stretchy waistband of your pajama bottoms down; just enough to slam his palm down on the soft fat of your ass—once, twice, four times. You jolt and cry out the sweet buzz of pain.
He huffs at the marks he leaves behind, hot and tender to the touch, and chides you, “Fuck am I gonna do with you? I come home to my pretty wife and I get a shitty brat instead.” Another sheet of pain inspires the first tears to your eyes. “So? Answer me, bunny... Or cat got your tongue?”
You pin your tongue between your teeth. “Fuck you.”
You get a long string of hits for that—to the seat of your ass, the sensitive stretch of skin on the crease of your shaking thighs, and when he gets tired of leaving stinging half-moon marks with his nails, he abruptly yanks your panties up tight enough to elicit a cry at the very top of your throat.
There's a low whistle, as if regarding the damage he's left already, and wiggles the strung lace, playing you. The pull feels perfect on your clit.
Still. It’s humiliating, and just when you think Levi's getting bored, he tightens his grip on your wrists—sure to leave an angry, aching ring—and shoves you down to force your back into a perfect arch. You feel it, his hard cock bullied between the cleft of your ass, barred by pleated cotton. His breath is heavy and hot over your shoulder. You try to say his name.
“Shut up.”
You moan with the sting when he brings his palm down on your pussy. If only he’d touch you. “Levi! Sir, fuck…”
“That’s it. Where were those manners before?”
The sound of his palm slapping your cunt is obscenely wet. As a reflex, your whole body jerks, inches back, giving Levi plenty of room to rut up between your cheeks, hissing soft at the tight heat cradling him there.
“Dirty bitch. Couldn’t just be sweet for me. Talk back, this is what you get,” he sighs, and surprises you by stroking your cunt in almost apologetic motions. Your panties are left an obstacle now more than anything.
Defeated, you go as limp as a doll, a sob threatening to tear through your throat. He pulled them up so tight. The friction is searing, complimented by the pain, but it’s nowhere near enough.
You decide you can’t keep up the act anymore. A string of apologies pour out of your mouth. “–I give up, I'll be good. I’ll be good now.” You hitch the arch of your back up tighter, and roll back against the thick cock prodding at your ass. “Fuck me, sir. Please?”
Your begging goes on deaf ears, though Levi burns with the satisfaction to hear you whine and whimper for him. He gives you the slightest space instead—the opposite of what you want at this point—and lets himself admire what he’s done to you; the severe pull of thin cotton hauled up between the cleft of your ass, exposing soft, battered skin. He throbs.
He's surprised to hear the gruff need in his own voice when he tells you he doesn't believe you. He yanks your panties up as much as he can without tearing and pulls idly, up and down. No doubt it's heaven on your clit, soaked cotton gliding between your lips, and your second, much tighter hole.
“Fuck, Levi!” Your back makes the tightest arch, flaunting your ass towards him. “Fuck! Don’t stop, don’t, shit–”
“Don’t be dramatic,” he chides you. Little do you know, he’s pleased with himself. He could fuck you like this, push right in with no resistance for how soaked your cunt is. He could give you the satisfaction of two or three orgasms—he doesn't doubt you’re close already—or, he could be a little crueler.
Levi palms the front of his slacks idly, and with the absence of his delicious friction, a whine falls from your open mouth. I'm close, you want to say, I'm yours, fucking yours. Use me, but all that comes out is a pitiful excuse for Levi’s name.
His palm makes a sharp impact with your round ass for it. It’s addicting, the sharp jolt he draws from your body, the sound that’s yanked from your throat. You look good too, the fat of your ass jiggling with the impact.
He does it again, then once more, and in a mocking excuse for comfort, strokes the tender skin. You whimper, and it's the most pathetic you've sounded all night.
He's pleased. That’s enough, he decides. “Kneel.”
The command buzzes away brightly in your head, warm and pleasantly fuzzy. You’re slipping, he can tell, so he gives you a little reprieve.
Slender fingers fall in your hair, an unspoken command to pay attention. He knows you have the safeword in mind, but he also needs you to give his thigh two taps if it’s too much. In a moment, your mouth will be stuffed too full of his cock for you to say anything at all.
You jerk your head up and down to show you understand. “Okay.”
“What’s that?”
“Sir,” you breathe, slipping further into the submissive haze. “Yes, sir.”
His lips quirk up at one side. He’s grateful you’re happy to indulge him like this, after an endless, grueling week, you become his pretty cocksleeve and get on your knees for him to use as his favorite toy. Perfect.
The clink of Levi’s belt buckle rings through your fuzzy, dumbed head after you're brought onto your knees, him in his chair. The hard floor hurts, but he looks too good, palming himself idly and the way his chest rises when he does it. He just adores making you watch, forcing you to wait, and it stokes the pleasant burn low in your belly. Your hands toy behind your back, obedient, but so impatient.
As soon as his cock is free, it slaps against his pelvis, heavy and lewdly pink. He takes it in an easy grip, smearing precum from his cockhead past his slit to coat his entire length.
Instinctively, your lips part for him, expectant. Levi takes one look at your puffy lips, velvety tongue lolling out of your sticky mouth, and seizes your hair, ushering you between his thighs. He's out of patience.
Fucking finally, velvety warmth swallows in his fat cockhead. He hears himself huff, his eyes betraying him by slipping shut. It's good, just what he needed. Pleasure licks at him and tears all the week's tension away.
You’ve already begun sweeping your tongue around every bit of him that you can manage, flicking his wet slit. It's too bad he won't let you spend the night suckling the head of his cock.
His hands cage the back of your head, forcing as much of his girth past your tongue you can manage so quickly without choking—his cock is thick, especially down to the base.
He hears himself moan low in his throat, watches with reverie how your eyes squeeze shut and prick with tears.
“Fuck, yeah,” he huffs, wracked with heat. His hips twitch beyond his control, eager for more. It’s perfect, your hot mouth working around him; feels almost as good as your pillowy cunt.
He’s already dragging your head up and down. Vehemently, he has to fight the impulse not to squeeze you in with his thighs. It’s so much more satisfying when he can just take your mouth with abandon—it's hotter, faster. The sounds are practically punched from his chest this way, no matter how he fights to swallow them down.
He can't stop his tongue, either. “Look so good, perfect little slut. All fucking mine. Mine.”
Your moan (from all the praise more than an answer, he bets) comes choked around the thick cock jammed past your lips, prodding for the back of your throat. Your little mouth is so tight, like it struggles just to fit him, let alone let you make a sound.
He grunts with the deep, warm vibrations, and lets his hands strain in your hair. His cock is throbbing already, pulled hot and tight and leaking all over your tongue—and it’s not fair. He takes a good look at the way your throat moves to swallow him in, pink lips forced to stretch wide around his girth, and shudders open-mouthed.
He shoves your mouth down, down to the plump base of his cock, and holds you there, nosing, then burying your face in the dark curls at his pelvis. In an attempt to wrangle the last of his control over himself, he cradles your head between his thick thighs, toes curling in his shoes. Too damn close.
Confused, you make a high, needy noise and strain for precious air through your nose. You hear him gasp, made muffled like a pillow due to his thighs caging in your head. Warm heat rolls through your lower half, and you vaguely register that he must be close. You moan.
Fat, hot tears roll in rivets down your puffy cheeks as you try your best to peek your stinging eyes open. You peer up at him, but the most you can see is the sharp slope of Levi’s jawline as he works it, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You want to see his face. You whine around him again, swallowing frantically, and feel his heavy girth twitch over your tongue.
His head jerks up with a swift gasp. He gets a look at your pretty face pinned between his legs, eyes shiny and red, and slides his palm over your cheek. It’s especially thin here, pulled taut and bulging with himself stuffed inside.
He doesn’t want to come so soon, but he’s so pent up, your sticky mouth too sweet on his cock—unless you keep him warm for a while. It wouldn't be long before he grew hard a second time: the sight of you whittled down to his toy, utterly debauched is enough.
Being mean is one thing, keeping proper communication up entirely something else—especially with you like this, so he thinks to ask. In response, your hands curl around the backs of his knees with a small hum, rubbing your heavy tongue along an especially thick vein down the underside of his cock. The sound he makes is heavy, reeled up from his chest. Good, then.
He put your pretty mouth back into a good rhythm right away, but it's his own thrusts that do more of the work this time. He's relentless in fucking your throat, perfectly paced, but he can't keep from thrusting so shallow. He’s hurled back to the edge right away, and loses that perfect control over his twitching hips as his thighs pick up a small tremble for his climax.
“Dammit,” he gasps, moans with the cushy impact of the back of your throat. Your mouth is so fucking wet, cradling his cock, perfect to fuck. “ Yeah, jus–jus’ like that. Fucking take it–”
His voice cracks, cut off by the first sweltering wave of his climax barreling right through him. It's punctuated with a loud moan, silky and satisfied, and shoves his cock past your tongue one last time as the first ropes of his cum shoot down your throat.
These pleasant, hot tingles stretch down to the tips of his toes up the fucking top of his head from how strong it is, like he’s been hit by train. He can’t help but throw his head back with how you moan all cracked and broken for him, swallowing like you're just dying to drink him down.
You make it last, forcing warm waves to crash over him for a little longer, a little harder. He moans with fingers buried deep in your hair, shudders through the last of the aftershocks, then a little more.
You’ve earned room to breathe. He wrangles his breath as he lazily wipes the fat, cooling tears and sticky saliva off your cheeks, his softening cock still halfway sheathed past your slippery lips.
You welcome the affection like a cat would, lashes fluttering with a soft, brittle hum. It works both ways, the vibrations warming his cock up enough to have him hissing a small sigh, shivering with the pricks of overstimulation.
The best thing he can think to do in the meantime is ramble dejectedly about how fucking shitty this week has been—these shortened deadlines, so much time he’s had to spend under fluorescent lights dealing with idiots rather than in a warm home with you. It doesn’t help that you’re the only person who has even the faintest idea of how Levi likes his tea, so he’s been forced to drink whatever backwash the assistants brew up. It was shitty. It’s been shitty.
“S'good…” Levi sighs a little airly, the warm, slick heat of your mouth positively sucking his cock in like a lollipop. Maybe he was wrong in assuming you were too dazed to process half the shit he was saying.
At his praise, you mewl and kneed the severe muscle of his calves between your fingers. All you can, you want to make this even better for him. His cock is hardening on your tongue again, pulsing gently. Squeezing your thighs together does nothing for your own ache.
Picking up a breezier pace this time, he cants his hips, groans softly. It’s your heavy tongue playing at his slit, the sight of drool prodding at your full lips, stretched thin by his fat cock.
“More.” Obediently, you take him in far enough to nose his pubes, and nuzzle. He smells so fucking good here, peppery and hot, touched by the salty sweat and sweat. “That’s it. Jus’… keep sucking, just like that. Good girl,” he groans, “swallow it.”
His second climax draws his back into the slightest arch, but it catches him to much less of a surprise this time. Warm waves throb even hotter the harsher he uses you, complimented deliciously by your heavy swallowing, your nails giving him sweet pricks of pain with how you cling to him.
In the aftershocks he shivers, warm and pleased and finally relaxed. He blinks down at you, knowing just how out of it you are, and takes care to be gentle as he edges your used mouth off his dick. There’s a sloppy mess smeared all around your puffy lips, dribbling down your chin, but none of it is his. He stews in satisfaction knowing you swallowed every last drop, his perfect girl.
You open your mouth, cough brokenly, and try to ask for water. Levi huffs through his nose, amused, and swipes the bottle he always keeps for work off his desk. You tip your head back, but ironically enough a few drops manage to escape, leaving a trail between your breasts.
Quietly he takes it back from you, and makes you tuck him back in his briefs. You're desperate—it's drawn in your brow, your eyes like round pools of black, and he gets a sick twist of delight, depriving this from you.
Once his belt is done up right and buckled, with all the gentleness of a feather he slips two fingers under your chin. You're a mess; lips lewdly red and puffy, jaw slackened, eyes shining. He knows you’re aching. He smears his thumb across your swelled bottom lip and hums. Despite his efforts to clean you up, your face is sticky with dried teartracks and drool.
“Look at you, bunny,” he drawls, thick with just as much mocking as fondness. “What a mess. C’mere.”
A cracked, broken whimper slips from your lips. He urges you along with his palms on your backside, kneading the red, stinging ache as he guides you into a straddle over one thigh.
Sleek, dark cotton rubs against your pussy just right when you settle in. Your clit throbs, but you have half the mind to know that if you try anything, you aren't guaranteed any satisfaction. This is still Levi's game.
He leisurely settles against the back of his chair, eyes roaming up and down. They glaze over at the sight of your pretty tits, slipping one hand up and sighing evenly of the warm weight of it in his palm. He squeezes, flicking, then working your stiff nipple back to life between two fingers. Your thighs pick up a small tremble. You plead his name.
The heat of your cunt is sloppy and wet, even through the cotton—he feels it. “You’re making a mess of my clothes…” He prods your panties aside, and his thumb lands on your puffy clit, barely rubbing. “Look at that. Fucking dripping for me.”
Your knuckles turn white, gripping the edges of his chair. “C-Can’t…”
“Can’t help it, I know,” he muses. You jolt with another sharp sheet of pain; a smarting sting he rubs away, then squeezes, molding it his palm as if you were nothing but his doll.
He's playing you with a single finger dragging through your soaked slit. Your jaw drops with a tiny moan, and just like that he pulls away, bringing it to his lips for a taste. Your cum rolls over his tongue, thick and a touch sweet.
You're speechless. His eyes are on you, dark and tinted with lust. Your breaths come faster now that his touch has left you, and you dare to try begging again: Please, anything…
His tongue darts out and cleans his lips entirely of you. “Please what? You wanna come?” He brings his palm down on your thigh again, “–ride my thigh then, just like this. You’ve already left a fucking stain. F’you think you’re getting your pretty cunt fucked after that, you’re out of luck, sweetness.”
More of your slick oozes between your thighs, proving just how sweet the humiliation feels in Levi’s low, silky voice. You're gonna come like a bitch on his thigh, if you can—you only have one minute. He chucks a pocketwatch from the depths of a drawer onto the desk, and watches you for any protests, but you’re already lurching forward, seeking a little leverage from his shoulders.
You rut your hips in time with open-mouthed puffs for air and moan. Levi indulges you only a little, an encouraging hand on the small of your back, but his touch fans the flames licking in your lower half anyway. You’re so close, just a little more. Your clit is hot and throbbing.
A pleasant little shudder rolls up and down his spine at the sight of you like this: your pink, gaping mouth to the furrow of your brow, your thighs squeezing his own in a suffocating cradle. Dark smears from your cum on his pant leg lets him know just how wrecked you are. Your tits bounce with every jerk of your hips, growing hastier, more desperate with every thrust. You're getting sloppy already.
His eyes glaze over a little. He gets a little lost in the way you smell, no longer of perfume and soft shampoo, but the stench of sex tinged with sweat. His palms land on your hips without much thinking on his part. You’re curved perfectly here, like your body was made for him to squeeze and hold—all for him.
You can feel it, you’re so close, but you must be running out of precious seconds. Warm waves grow and thrash in your lower half, inspiring your voice to rise, until the shrill chime of the pocketwatch cuts you off. A miserable whine tumbles out of your mouth as you’re forced to slowly, regrettably still on top of him. Levi’s limber body shifts just below, and the chime disappears.
“No, fuck, please—’m so close. Need it.” You lay your eyes on Levi’s deadpan expression, one thin brow raised, and rub the mess between your thighs to put on a show for him. “Please–”
“Quit whining.” Levi stops you with a slap on your thigh, then your pussy. Your entire body jolts with a groan, but still, you instinctively shove your puffy clit against the heel of his palm when he plays you around in circles. “Who's this pussy belong to?”
Heat ripples, and your cunt flutters at the low, possessive grow laced to the question. “You. M’ yours.”
“That’s right. All fucking mine.” Another wet slap right over your clit has your thighs almost pinching closed. He spreads them wide apart again and gives you another, scooping more cum from between your heavy folds. He soothes the ache, and your walls give a harsh flutter. You moan your sweet approval and force your thighs apart, so much they tremble.
He can tell you’re perfectly close to coming just like this, rutting into his palm or his thigh like a dog, and that’s what he's gonna have you do—because your pretty cunt is all his to do with what he pleases, and he wants to watch you fall apart; loves it when his name roll off your tongue, and the way your jaw goes slack; loves it when you gush around his fingers, his tongue, or his cock. He’s feeling far too self-indulgent for a clock to stop him tonight.
The command rumbles by your ear. “Be a good bitch and fuck my thigh. Make a fucking mess.”
You suck in a gasp and shuffle back into position, hugging his thick thigh between your own. He guides you into a rhythm he sets with a steady hold on your hips. Immediately, little gasps are jumping from your throat, and his chest rises and falls almost as heavy as your own. Two orgasms later, he's almost half-hard in his slacks again because of you.
“Harder,” he snarls, “Fuck it harder—there you go. Pretty fuckin’ girl, that feel good?” His short nails sink into the flesh of your round ass. “I bet it does.”
You nod your head like a bumbling doll. “Yes. Yes, sir, I'm...”
Your rhythm isn’t sloppy when you're in Levi's hands. You rut in long, sweeping motions, pressed right up against your swelled clit. He hitches his thigh up, and that’s what does it.
Sweet heat, a sweltering wave, floods you from the tips of your fingers to where your toes have curled up tight. After such an endless build-up, the height of your climax crashes through you. You're left hiccuping a cry, trembling violently under waves of bliss.
You lurch heavily in his arms, humping his thigh outright, but Levi’s got you, murmuring breathlessly in your ear how fucking pretty you sound, crying out his name over his shoulder, and, That’s my girl, come for me. Fucking gush all over my thigh.
With his voice in your ear, his lithe hand guiding the sweeps of your hips—you’re gaping slack and open-mouthed, shaking like a leaf through the last fluttering waves of heat. He urges you along when you grow too weak to carry on, until you can do no more than squeeze your thighs together tight. When you finally grow still, you bask in the heavenly afterglow as your climax whittles away.
He sighs, deep and breezy through his nose, and breathes a small thanks against your rumpled hair. “Are you good?”
“Mm.” It’s the perfect end to a bout of his own brand of stress relief when you nod your head lazily, mumble, “hope I helped.”
Pleased, he strokes your back. “Mm.” Plush kisses, buttery-soft to your temple, your forehead, then your shoulder.
You hum against the sweaty column of his throat, satisfied.
You plan to pamper him this weekend—after Levi and you share a long soak in the bath, a little lotion, and plenty of soft moments just like this; just how you hold each other now.
soft!dom levi who watches you tiredly fumble with the keys to open the door, mumbling something about a shitty day at work. you give him a quick kiss, feeling the exhaustion take over you as you walk upstairs for a nap.
being dozed off, levi slowly opens the door to your bedroom. he sees your adorable fragile body asleep. he’s a charming man, so he decides to help relieve some of the tension you have from work. what better way to do that then give his women an beautiful orgasm?
walking inside, he slips under the covers that are barely hiding your legs, taking a sharp breath when he notices that you’re only in your underwear. his fingers gently grip the sheets before pulling them off, placing them somewhere on the ground so it isn’t in his way. levi notices the way you squirm, nipples perking up at the fresh air now hitting them.
“baby” he murmurs, hands trailing up to flick your hardened nipples. “g’nna treat you real nice.”
you’re mumbling something in your sleep that he can’t quite understand. he settles himself properly between your legs, his breath fanning against your clothed slit before he peels them off. you stir, the cool air hitting the warmth of your core is making you all tingly inside.
he kisses your inner thighs, trailing the sweet pecks everywhere except the place you’d want it most. switching legs, your hand subconsciously grips the sheets tighter and levis lips perk up ever so slightly.
“yeah? you like that, baby?” he whispers, as if you could actually hear him from your asleep state. he’s staring at your expression at his every movement. he could laugh, you’re so cute, nose scrunching when he fans his hot breath against your heat, just begging to have more.
as much as levi wants to tease your precious body, this was supposed to be a little reward for you. finally giving in, he reaches his middle finger to your cute bud, giving it a few rubs before he slides his finger up and down your slit.
“fuck,” he curses, “this wet for me already?” he soaks his digits in your fluids, spreading it alongside your folds. you moan quietly, thinking you’re in a very good dream. while you’re doing everything you can to stay asleep, levi hears you cry out his name, his dick twitches at the sound. he chuckles, knowing you’re probably having a dream where he’s fucking you.
he finally inserts his finger inside, slowly dragging it in and out to let the feeling linger on. you stir fully awake, groaning as your eyelids flutter open. “l-levi?”
“shh,” he coos, “relax.” before you can even adjust to his finger, he’s pushing another one inside. your mouth gapes, legs flexing; trying to close on him, but his grip is stronger.
“keep em’ open, alright?” he focuses his gaze on you. you know that gentle command would have consequences if you didn’t comply, even in your tired state. you nod, trying to control your breathing. you’re getting wetter by the second, and his fingers slowly fucking into you isn’t helping either.
“please, lev-“ you’re interrupted by a sharp slap to your cunt. your body twitches forward, your gasp knocks the words out of you and you’re left whining his name at the sting.
“shh” levi hovers over you, fingers still pumping inside your plush walls tantalizingly slow. his thumb rubs small circles over your clit, relishing in the way you twitch and hiccup under him. his hand softly moves the hair out of your face, lips placing a kiss on yours. “i didn’t say you could speak, did i princess?”
you shake your head no, doing your best to stifle down your tears as they build on your lash line. he murmurs out a ‘good girl’ before reaching under the bed, pulling out a vibrator. your core twitches when he turns the machine on.
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