You always been interested and curious about all that includes sex but one thing you would die for were dildos; just not the normal ones.
You, along with sex, had been fixated with monsters and wished them to be real. But, poor little thing, the only comfort you had about it was your collection of monster cocks.
Orc dildo was the first one. You fell in love at first sight! Girthy, long, greenish with a darker green tip, veins all around it made your water mouth and your pussy clench. As soon as you bought it you were excited to have it and when it arrived to your house you could feel your stomach bubbly from excitement. It was hard taking even just half of it. Dumbing on it already, eyes rolling back, pussy (or hole) fluttering around it as you felt the stretch. Gasps bounced on the room walls everytime a new inch entered you. Let's just say it took you a whole afternoon to fit it and when you did you instantly came. A weird feeling overwhelming you but putting it aside as you played with it the whole night. Too dumb to even remember to eat.
Werewolf dildo was your second. You thought since you started with the big one (or at least big to you). Poor you, the knot was a surprise. Biting your lips you meditated how you could work with it. Big breaths and, as you sat on your bed you first sucked it. It was long, not wide as the Orc's one but it left a good sensation inside your mouth, especially when you arrived to the knot. This was red, veins popping out as it reacted to the way you blow it. It was so enjoyable giving it a blow job that your hole had gotten so incredibly wet and edging yourself sure was helping. The knot gave you trouble as it was too damn big for you (you thought it couldn't be that hard fitting) but you loved how you creamed around it. It was as if a real werewolf was knotting you!
Tentacle dildo is a classing one. Maybe you should have started with this but you're a kinky one and Orcs just do it for you first. But tentacle dildo didn't dissappint ! The gummy suckers sticked to your inside. A few "aahs" and "oohs" left your mouth as it was sucking your wetness. It was a strange feeling because, you know, you never felt how it was being sucked from inside - if that makes sense. Tentacle dildo had come even with a vibrating function and united with the suckers it made you squirt for the first time. Never underestimate the power of a good tentacle!
Naga dildo was an indecisive purchase. Yes sure you had a thing for tentacles and all but a literally snake cock? Mhh it made you wonder. When you opened the packed you felt the slimy texture, unsure it was a special effect or what. Your eyebrows frown. Maybe it was a factory error or something. There was only one way to get to the bottom of this. Opening your legs, you teased your hole with his tip. The slimy liquid was as if it was lubrificating. Very good function, no? As you kept teasing yourself you could swear you were becoming more impatient and your whole body warmer than usually it was during pleasure time. Suffice to say that the slimy texture was an aphrodisiac !
Dragon dildo was your latest purchase. If the Orc was was already too big for you, you should had this coming, you should had known better. The packaged arrived at home - as per usual - and that excitement you had the first time it always turned back everytime you bought a new dildo! Your hands were trembling, lips biting the inside of your mouth as you quickly unpacked. You were shocked by the size of it; and not only that. This was completely new !! It had soft spikes !! Its vibrant colour hypnotised you and the closer furniture you had was your couch. You sat on it and good lords if that thing didn't made you nervous. You wrap your hand around it, giving it a good squeeze and feeling the soft yet hard material. You took your time with it, literally. Two days passed and on the third one you decided: today was the day you were splitting yourself on this monstrous cock ! Making sure you were all wet and prepped for the dragon dildo you sink into it. Your hole gasping around it, the air being knocked out of you lungs as your legs spread as wide as they could. Calming yourself down, when you felt you took it all, you watched the mirror near your TV. Your hole was filled with this cock, the spikes doing amazing wonders everytime you moved even just slightly your hips. Skipping to the good part, you never left your house that day, playing with yourself and your new favourite dildo. Cumming and squirting around it, making a mess on the couch and, then, falling asleep with it still inside you.
But, oh little naive doll, what you didn't know these weren't simple dildos but they were infused with magic and monsters essence.
Background: I moved into my new house, a lovely house in a good neighborhood, big yard, a lot of rooms to use as I wish I could have a library, a gym, a home theater, the possibilities are infinite, and the best part is it was so cheap... definitely must be a catch right? It's too good to be true, but it looks good enough and pretty new to be haunted so I take it without thinking twice.
The first week nothing happened then something changed, there was something... someone else living with me.
Every time there was a soft caress when I got out of a room, a kiss on my forehead before I fell completely asleep, a playful slap when I bent down, a little pinch on my nipples when I reached out for something higher.
Until one night he got bolder...
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CW: fem reader, somnophilia, dubious CNC, manhandling, sex in front of mirror, forced orgasm, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, after care.
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"What a great night to have the AC broken" I muttered annoyed as I stripped down.
This was the hottest night of the year and this is not the kind of hot and sweaty I enjoy, so the only reasonable thing to do is sleep naked.
Which is kinda hard to find because the weather is too fucking hot, but after a lot of tossing around my bed I manage to fall asleep.
The next thing I know is the feeling of someone lapping furiously against my clit and the pleasure running through me as I cum.
I don't see anyone as I open my eyes and look around, the mirror in front of my bed shows me lying in bed with my legs wide open, and before I could come down from the cloud of pleasure I got lifted.
He gets me on my knees in front of the mirror, again there's only my reflection, but I feel him behind me his strong grip on my waist, and when I try to look around his strong hand forces me to keep looking at myself in the mirror.
He pushes two fingers into my mouth I see my lips parting against nothing and I feel him pressing them hard against my tongue, I interpret his silent command and start sucking them.
He thrust them in and out of my mouth each thrust going deeper into my throat making me gag around them.
When he was satisfied he pulled them out and for a couple of seconds I didn't feel him moving it was equally terrifying and exciting not seeing who was fucking me, but definitely the exciting part was winning.
I half gasp half whimper when he pushes his fingers into my pussy without warning and starts fucking me hard and fast, his thumb joins rubbing fast circles on my clit, his other hand starts kneading my breast and pinching my nipple.
The combination is overwhelming and it's making my head spin, it's like he wants to force an orgasm out of me, two more thrusts and a hard pinch on my clit had me cumming hard and with a loud and sharp moan.
He takes out his fingers and I whimper from the loss, but they're quickly replaced by something large and thick, his cock is stretching me so deliciously, I can see the bulge on my lower belly.
I'm still high from the last orgasm, but fuck I really want to cum again in this cock.
Without taking it out he moves me like I'm a rag doll... his rag doll he can use as he wishes, he lifts me with his hands under my thighs and keeps my legs wide open making me feel so exposed, in the mirror I see myself floating and my pussy stretching over nothing but the little thrust he makes proves that he's inside me.
I whimper and squirm trying to make him move, but he only grips my thighs tighter in which is, I guess, a way to tell me that it's not my decision to take when he's gonna fuck me.
"Please", I beg my pussy clenching around his cock looking for any stimulation.
He takes out his cock leaving only the tip "Please," I whimper "I want your cock, please"
That breaks his restraint because it starts fucking hard, every thrust he hits the right spots that leave me like a whimpering mess, and have my eyes rolling back in my head and he pinches my clit to make me look back at my reflection in the mirror.
Tears forming in my eyes, red cheeks, and my eyes clouded by lust and pleasure, my puffy pussy exposed and stretching over nothing, and the bruises starting to form in my thighs from his grip.
It's overwhelming, he pinches again my clit this time I cum I throw my head back as I drive the wave of pleasure, and barely aware of the trail of kisses he's leaving down my neck.
He doesn't stop, he keeps thrusting in and out of my sensitive pussy, "too much" I mumble feeling another orgasm building.
I feel him nuzzling against my cheek, and my mind is hazy from too much pleasure that I don't catch his reassuring gesture.
He let go of one of my legs with this new position he hits different spots that made my mind go into shortcuts and when I feel his thumb drawing circles over my oversensitive clit, I'm gone.
He takes another intense orgasm from me, I feel him cum too, I feel him filling me with his seed and I see it running down my thighs even when he's still deep inside me.
Carefully he gets his cock out of my well-used pussy, and lies me down in the middle of the bed.
I don't feel him near me and for a moment a thought crosses my foggy mind "He left me after he fucked me" as my eyes slowly close.
I feel something wet against my thigh and I open my eyes startled when I look down I see a cloth cleaning me.
"You're back" I mumble and smile a little, he pat a little my knee in response.
After he carefully and very thoughtfully cleaned me, he tucked me under the blankets and I feel him getting under too.
He brought me closer to him, carefully placing my head on his chest and leaving small kisses on my hair while caressing my back making me feel cared and loved.
I feel him petting my hair before I close my eyes and fall asleep in his warm embrace.
Summary: After a whole year doing everything to get into Krampus naughty list, it's finally time to see the rewards of my hard work.
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CW: female reader, degradation and praise kink, oral m receiving, dacryphilia, bondage, edging, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v, overstimulation.
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I look at the ceiling panting that last orgasm was great, my vibrator really did the work, but I hope I did enough, I spent every day of the last year fucking myself out with the propose of being on the special naughty list of Krampus.
Last Christmas I found an old book saying that Krampus could visit you on Christmas night to give you his special punishment for being naughty or in other words the fuck of your life for having a little greedy cunt.
And since that moment my personal mission was to be in that list, I did everything I think of, fucking myself with every kind of dildo I could find, attaching a vibrator on my clit until I passed out, walking around town with both holes stuffed edging myself until I got home, tying myself up and having a vibrator deep inside me for hours... and well a bunch of other naughty things, the list goes on and on.
Today it's finally the day, I'm already wearing the most sexy and revealing red lingerie I could find, one that I bought specially for him, I kneel in front of my Christmas tree buzzing with nervous energy and a lot of excitement.
The book say that he arrives when the clock strikes twelve, there's a couple of minutes left to twelve and my panties are already soaked the wait is driving me crazy, I hear the first bell and something in the air changes.
I hear the noise of his hoofs as he gets closer and I shiver with excitement, I did it, he's here, I force myself to keep my gaze down.
"So, you're the little slut who's been bothering me the whole year huh?" he say with disdain, I feel his gaze roaming all over me "at least you present yourself adequately, that barely please me, but it's a start"
He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him, he's even more terrifying than the images on the book, but damn, fear is not something I'm feeling right now. The pad of his tumb brushes over my bottom lip.
"Open that mouth, little slut, let's see how useful it is" I don't waste a second and open my mouth "So eager to obey, I like that"
He takes a couple of steps back, his cock standing proud is bigger than I though and full of ridges and spikes that makes my mouth and pussy water at the sight.
His growl takes me out of my trance
"You're making me wait, little slut" he growls
I crawl to him and lick the precum dripping from the tip of his cock before I wrap my lips around it, he doesn't wait for me to take him he holds me still from my hair and forces all his length down my throat making me gag.
"Look at you taking all my shaft into that pretty mouth like a good girl" he praises me and I moan
His grip on my hair tighten as he start fucking my face, my eyes watering and his ball hitting my chin with each thrust, every couple of thrusts he makes me gag on his cock and I couldn't ask for a better Christmas gift.
"I'm going to come into that pretty mouth" he groan "and you're gonna drink every drop, understood?"
I moan in agreement when I feel him exploding into my mouth and I eagerly start swallowing all his seed.
"Show me" I orders as he takes his cock out of my mouth, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out "Good girl"
He snaps his fingers and suddenly I'm all tied up, a star harness decorate my chest while keeping my arms restrained behind my back, my legs tied in a frog style with an intricate pattern that are connected with my arms impeding me to close them, and I'm also wearing a gag ball.
"So pretty" he mumbles under his breath for himself
His fingers easily find my clit and start rubbing it fast, quickly sending me to the edge just to withdraw his fingers, I whimper in disappointment.
"What? You thought you deserved to come, little slut?" he mocks me and I shake my head "That's right, you don't deserve to come"
He starts playing again with my clit, rubbing it, pinching it, slapping it, dragging me closer and closer to the edge, but never letting me come.
When he got tired of edging me with his fingers he summons a dildo almost as big as his cock pushing it deep inside my pussy, he doesn't waste a second and start fucking me slow and steady, keeping me in the edge.
I'm a whimpering mess, cheeks red and covered on my tears, mumbling unintelligible begs to let me come.
"What was that darling?" He mocks "I couldn't quite catch it"
He gets closer holding a vibrator wand in his hand, he sets it on the highest level and place it on my clit for a couple of seconds before putting it away, and repeating the cycle over and over again driving me crazy.
"Do you wanna come, little slut?" He asks while keeping the vibrator firmly press to my clit
I nod eagerly, he takes away the vibrator and the dildo and my orgasm with them, I whimper desperately needed to come so bad.
"You been so good, don't ruin it with those pathetic little noises" I immediately get quiet
He takes me in his arms and takes me to the bedroom, he snaps his fingers freeing me from the restraints and carefully places me on the bed. He kneels on the foot of the bed and drags me to the edge to the bed
"Now it's time for my feast" he smiles showing his sharp teeth before he dives in and start eagerly eating my pussy.
His long tongue reaching places I didn't know inside me, I grab his horns and he grunts into my cunt, my hips moving on his own chasing my release.
"Come for me, my little slut" he sucks my clit sending over the edge and I scream as my body convulsions in pleasure.
He continues eating my pussy, his grip on my hips tightening when I squirm trying to get away from the intense sensations, and he takes another orgasm out of me.
He gets away from me, giving me a small break to recover.
"We're not done yet" He growls as he towers over me his fur glistening with my juices
He grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders positioning his cock on my entrance
"I'm going to ruin you for everyone else, my little slut"
He slowly pushes his cock inside me, stretching me more than I have ever been, his ridges rubbing deliciously against my walls.
He fucks me hard and fast, like his only propose was to see how many orgasms he could take out of me before he comes.
"Look at you, look how well you take my cock" he grunts "You're such a good girl"
I have come so many times that I already lost all sense of time, space and who I am, the only thing I feel is this overwhelming pleasure and how well he keeps me stuffed.
He makes me come two more times before he comes covering me in his seed and collapsing in top of me, I close my eyes for a moment enjoying the blissful and drunken state he left me into.
When I return to my body he already cleaned me and he's tucking me.
"I'll see you next year, my little slut, you know how to summon me" he say with a smirk as he covers me with a blanket
I give him a weak satisfied smile and he leans to kiss my forehead before fading away leaving me alone, "I will definitely repeat this," I think before I fall asleep.
ᓚᘏ𑄝 nanami hates when you push on his hips slightly cause of the overstimulation he’s fucking you into . .
nanami’s already so deep when it starts getting too much for you.
his cock’s thick and hot, stretching you open with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips, and you’re shaking underneath him, thighs trembling, breath hitching into little broken sobs. he’s been fucking you steady for what feels like forever, patient, controlled, whispering soft praises against your temple even while he’s splitting you apart.
but the second your hands slip down to his hips and push—just a tiny, desperate nudge to get a break from how intense it feels—he freezes.
his whole body locks up.
then that low, dangerous voice right against your ear.
“hah… fuck.” he exhales hard through his nose. “where do you think you’re going?”
before you can even stammer out an answer his weight drops.
full. heavy and pinning. chest crushing your tits flat to the mattress, thick arms caging your head, forearms bracketing your face so you can’t turn away. his hips snap forward harder than before, burying every last inch so deep your eyes roll and your mouth falls open on a silent scream.
“you don’t get to run from this,” he murmurs, voice rougher now, still soft in that awful, loving way that makes your cunt flutter around him. “you take it. all of it.”
one big hand slides up, covers your mouth completely. palm warm, fingers splayed wide so your muffled whimpers vibrate right into his skin. he doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t hurt—just holds. keeps every needy little sound locked behind his hand while he starts fucking you in long, punishing strokes.
the wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room. loud. obscene. you can feel how soaked you are, how your slick’s dripping down your thighs, coating his balls every time he bottoms out.
his other hand snakes between your bodies.
two fingers find your clit immediately: swollen, oversensitive, throbbing and he doesn’t tease you, just rubs firm, tight circles.
your man is mean.
your whole body jerks under him, back arching uselessly because there’s nowhere to go. he’s too heavy, too deep, too everywhere. the overstimulation hits like a freight train and you’re crying into his palm, tears slipping down your temples, thighs trying to snap shut but his knees keep you spread wide.
“there she is,” he breathes against your cheek. “that’s it. let it happen.”
he grinds in deep, pubic bone crushing right against your clit while his fingers keep working merciless little circles. your cunt clamps down so hard he groans—low, wrecked—and his rhythm stutters for half a second before he fucks you even harder.
“gonna cum again for me?” his voice is velvet dragged over gravel. “even though it’s too much? even though you’re shaking?”
you can only sob into his hand. nod frantically. thighs quivering, toes curling, whole body wound so tight you think you might break.
he presses his forehead to yours. eyes dark, pupils blown. watching every twitch of your face while he ruins you.
“good girl,” he whispers. “cum on my cock. soak me. make a fucking mess.”
his fingers speed up. relentless, and you do.
you shatter so hard your vision whites out, back bowing, cunt spasming violently around his length while you scream into his palm. he doesn’t stop fucking you through it—keeps that same brutal pace, drawing it out until you’re limp and twitching and drooling against his hand.
only then does he finally slow.
still buried to the hilt.
still heavy on top of you.
he lifts his palm just enough to let you gasp wet, shaky breaths.
then he kisses the corner of your mouth, soft and almost tender.
“you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs. “not until i say so.”
and he rolls his hips again—just once. slow and deep.
Extra hours suck, I'm the only one in the building even the janitors left hours ago, I curse my stupid boss for giving me loads of work on a Friday night, and I can't leave because I really need this job, but I'm so tired right now I could collapse at any moment.
I let out a sigh and stand up stretching my arms above my head, everything is so quiet that I can even hear my heartbeat, it's a little scary if I'm being honest but I'm so done with work that I push that light fear away and start wandering through the hallways and offices, peeking around to see if anything is interesting.
When I turn around the hallway I stop dead in my tracks, there's a staircase down that I have never seen before and I'm pretty sure of that because I pass by this spot every day. I should be scared or at least freaked out, but I'm pretty noisy and curious so I don't think twice and go down.
After what felt like an eternity I finally reached the bottom of the staircase it lead to an old storage room filled with boxes and office equipment, the computers and printers looked like they belonged to the 80s aside from that the only interesting thing was a large antique Victorian desk sitting in the middle of the room that looked pretty clean compared to the rest of the belongings around here.
A little confused I look around but there's nothing that could indicate why or how this desk ended up here, however I take a seat in front of it and start opening the drawers looking for any hint, I found nothing, I let out a disappointed groan and lean back on the chair looking at the ceiling.
"I guess I have to come up to continue my work" I mumble to myself, but before I could get up I feel something slimy wrap tightly around my ankles and wrists keeping me bound to the chair.
Before I could figure out what was restraining me a thick tentacle appeared in front of me and gently caressed my cheek it was a little cold and very slimy and for some reason I would not like to think about it i lean into his tender touch, he moved to my lips the tip rubbing my bottom lip covering it in his slime and curiously I stick my tongue a little to taste it, sweetness exploding in my mouth making me moan and I start feeling very aroused.
I think that encouraged him because the tentacle pushed between my lips until it hit the back of my throat, he tasted sweeter than his slime and it was thicker than it looked, I had to relax my jaw to take him more comfortably.
He start thrusting into my mouth and I moan around him enjoying the feeling, after a moment I start sucking him eagerly, his taste is so addictive and soon he's fucking faster and deeper my mouth.
Another pair of tentacles appears and torn apart my clothes, I'm too busy to care about the fact that I dont have extra clothes with me, but that's a problem for another time.
The tentacles wrap around my breasts and his suction cups start working on my nipples, at the same time I feel it on my clit too, the suction is so strong and intense that I come a couple of seconds later, he comes too bursting into my mouth and filling me with his sweet slime which I swallow eagerly.
He pulls away abruptly, taking away all of his tentacles from me and leaving me panting in my pleasure drunk state, but I don't have to much time to recover.
He bends me over the desk, bringing my arms behind my back and wrapping a tentacle around them with enough force to immobilise them, the desk is taller than I though my feet don't touch the floor even if I point them to the ground, he spread my legs as wider as I can exposing me to him, tentacles wrapped around my ankles to keep them open.
I feel one of his tentacles caressing softly all the way up my leg, making me shiver from anticipation, suddenly he spank my ass and whimper from pain and pleasure, he repeatedly spank me turning me into a whimpering mess, my pussy is soaking wet and I guess my ass is very red, but the burn is delicious.
He rubs slowly my clit while he push his thickest tentacle inside my pussy, getting as deep as he can, the stretch is delicious he's ruining me for everyone else.
He fucks me in a punishing way, fast and hard, slowly and gentle, is driving me crazy, he's edging me, I want to come so bad that I start begging in a unintelligible way, I'm just a mess of whimpers and moans.
The tentacle that's rubbing my clit starts vibrating and I come with a high pitch moan, my legs trembling, but he doesn't stop he continue fucking me, his tentacles vibrating even more, I feel another tentacle getting I side my ass and start fucking me.
The stimulation is overwhelming, I come again and again, but it seems I can't to get enough, he push a tentacle through my lips to muffle my moans.
He comes when I come for the fourth or maybe was sixth time... I don't know, my brain feels like jam, pleasure drunk. I feel him filling my womb with his slime and some of it runs down my thighs.
After what it felt like an eternity and many many orgasms, he finally gives me a break, taking out of me his tentacles except for the one in my well used oversensitive pussy, he keeps it there like if he wants to keep his cum inside of me...
I wake up startled and disoriented, the sun light illuminate the whole floor, I'm back again on my desk like if everything was a dream, but the post fucking delicious pain I'm feeling right now tell me it was real, that and the circle patterns on my wrists, I wonder where else I have marks.
The staircase are gone by now, but I can't wait for my next night shift I have the feeling that my horny friend is going to be waiting for me.
🜼 ⋆ men with huge cocks who say "just the tip" when you might as well take the whole thing
you should’ve known better the second he said it. "just the tip."
like that meant anything. like the tip wasn’t already massive, swollen, flushed darker than the rest of him—so fat it made your thighs twitch just watching him fist it slowly in his hand, coaxing a bead of precum to glisten right at the slit.
he’s not even inside you yet and your cunt is already fluttering. already soaking. already clenching down on nothing because it knows exactly what’s coming. he lines himself up with a low grunt, guiding the thick head to your entrance.
"just this," he murmurs, "promise."
but the second he starts to push in, the lie stretches you open. your whole body reacts—hips jolt, hands scramble for anything to brace against, your breath catches in your throat like you’ve been punched.
because it’s not just a stretch. it’s a split. like your pussy was never meant to take something this thick. like the tip alone is trying to wedge itself where it doesn't belong—forcing the tender muscle to yield, coaxing a slick, high-pitched whine from your throat.
he pauses just half an inch in, thumb stroking your hip, watching your stomach twitch. “relax,” he murmurs. “you’re doin’ so good already.”
but you feel full. not even a quarter in and your walls are fluttering around him like they’re trying to process the invasion, the drag, the obscene pressure of something so wide.
and then—he slides another inch. your breath shatters. you feel it press deep n low, thick veins pulsing against your walls, teasing you with the knowledge that there’s still more to come. he hasn’t even bottomed out.
"see?" he grins against your cheek, voice dipped in praise and mockery. "just the tip."
can’t stop thinking about being bent over the edge of my bed then getting mounted and pounded out hard n fast. gripping at the sheets trying to claw my way forward to put some distance between myself and the cock in my guts cuz it’s going too deep but just getting pulled back onto it by the waist, hard. having my face forced down into the mattress with one of their hands pressing down on my back and the other gripping my hip, forcing me to arch into them and take their cock as deep as it’ll go. squeaking and whimpering and digging my nails into anything i can reach as they plunge into me to the hilt as hard and fast as they can on every single thrust
𐙚⋆. synopsis: eating? one of onyankopon’s favorite things to do, especially when it’s you!
𐙚⋆. character: onyankopon kobe
𐙚⋆. cw: explicit sexual content, rough sex (dom!ony, dirty talking, slight! nipple play), kitchen sex (counter sex), oral (fem receiving), husband! onyankopon, explicit language
onyankopon was the kind of man who could never say no to a good plate of food. especially if it came from your hands. onyankopon swore nothing in this world hit like your cooking. even when he'd come home bone tired and smelling like the road and gasoline, the second that scent of whatever you had simmering hit him, he was at the table like it was gospel.
"baby, you ain't even changed yet," you laughed as you watched him pull out a chair with one hand and reach for a spoon with the other.
"food smell too damn good," he mumbled around his first bite while his eyes already rolled back. "you tryna kill me with this, huh?"
you leaned on the counter with your arms crossed, amused. "you act like i don't feed you every day."
"you do," he said while swallowing and licking his lips. "you feed me love. that's what this is. love in a pot."
he cleaned his plate like he hadn't eaten all day, then leaned back while rubbing his stomach with a satisfied sigh. "ain't nobody cook like my wife," he said as his gaze flicked up to you with that look. the one that always meant trouble.
you tilted your head, instantly catching it. "what?"
"just sayin'," he murmured while standing to come up behind you, his voice lower now as his breath brushed against your ear. "you always feedin' me somethin'." his hands slid around your waist as his warm palms traced your curves, "and baby...you know i don't miss a meal."
he hoisted you onto the cool laminated surface with one swift motion as dishes rattled nearby. your gasp came as his calloused hands pushed your thighs apart. "bab-" you breathed but his mouth was already demanding to be between your legs as his teeth grazed fabric. he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your pajama shorts while peeling them down your hips with impatient tugs. the air hit your skin so cool and abrupt.
"no more talkin'," he growled against you as the vibration hummed deep. his tongue pressed flat and wet through the thin cotton still covering you. you gasped as your fingers knotted in his work shirt as he sucked hard while dragging the damp fabric aside. he moaned into you lowly like he was satisfied that he had the first taste of a long awaited feast.
the counter edge dug into your thighs as he yanked your hips flush against his mouth. his thumbs pressed circles into your inner thigh flesh while spreading you wider with his tongue flicking relentless. the first strokes were short and sharp licks followed by broad sweeps. every nerve lit as you arched while crying out as his teeth grazed your clit. he was teasing before his lips sealed around it while sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. dishes rattled dangerously as you pushed back against him.
his hands slid under your ass and lifted you to meet each desperate thrust of his tongue. there was nothing gentle in this hunger. it was only humid heat, the sound of slick and tongue, and his ragged breaths echoing in the quiet kitchen. "taste so good baby," he gasped against you with a slightly needy voice. "can do this shit forever." then he drove deeper as his tongue plunged inside while his thumb rolled tight circles on your pulsing clit. the tension coiled and snapped like a sharp bloom of heat shuddering through you. his free hand slid up your stomach, fingers rough and possessive beneath your shirt, pinching your nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp.
"ouu– imma fuck the shit outta you girl," he growled against your wet skin as the words vibrated through you. he pulled back abruptly while panting and eyes filled with hunger. his hands fumbled at his belt buckle, the clink of metal loud in the sudden quiet before he freed himself, thick and straining. he gripped your hips again while dragging you forward until you felt the tip press against your entrance. one thrust and he was buried inside you to the hilt, a deep moan tearing from his throat as your walls clenched around him. "fuck. always so tight." he held you there a moment, trembling with his forehead pressed to yours and breathing ragged.
he pulled back almost completely before slamming into you again, setting a brutal pace that rattled the stacked plates beside you. the sound of metal clattered against tile from a forgotten spoon. your legs locked around his waist as your heels dug into the small of his back as he fucked you into the counter's edge, each thrust forcing a choked sound from your throat. you felt every ridge and every pulse of him as the slap of skin echoed off the cabinets. his breath came in harsh bursts against your neck as his teeth started biting your neck. "say it," he demanded hoarsely while his fingers dug bruises into your hips. "say who you belong to."
your vision blurred, and not from tears, but from the sheer force of him filling you, stretching you, and the countertop bruising your spine. you clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving red trails as he drove deeper and faster trying to chase his own release. "ony-" you choked out but his mouth crashed over yours, swallowing your cry as his hips stuttered. he came with a whimpering moan, spilling hot and thick cum inside you as his body shuddered against yours. still buried deep, he kissed you again, slow this time, almost tender. his tongue tracing your lips before pulling back just enough to whisper with a slight laugh,
Synopsis: The camera never lies. It caught every moan, every tear, every time you scream his name.
Word count: 2120
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Gojo stands at the foot of the bed, camera in hand, lens fixed on you. “You wanted to show off for me, huh?” his voice dropped low, your legs parted, slow, lips curling to a slight smirk as your arms down to your already aching core. He moans at the sight, “ C’mon, pretty girl,” He urged, voice thick with desire. “Show the camera how desperate you are for me.”
Your fingers pumped faster, desperate, chasing your high. Your head tipped back, and a ragged moan broke free. “T- Toru, f-fuck, please, I-I need you.”
Gojo’s grin widened behind the camera, pale eyes glittering as he zoomed in. “Aww, you need me, are your fingers not enough?” Gojo crawls onto the bed, slotting himself between your trembling thighs. His hand dragged up your leg, stopping at your knee, thumb stroking lazy circles.
“You need Daddy to take over, huh? Need me to fuck this little body until you forget how to use those fingers?” Your walls clenched tight around your fingers at his filthy words, a sharp cry tumbling from your lips as your thighs threatened to snap shut.
“Mmhm, keep going.” Gojo drawled, his tongue trailing his bottom lip.” Sweetheart, don’t stop just because I’m watching.” His free hand pressed to the bulge in his sweats, a low groan slipping out as he watched your face contort with pleasure. “Fuck—look at you. Falling apart for the camera already.”
Your rhythm falters, hips jerking helplessly, chasing that high you can’t touch. The moment your thighs start to close around your hand, his voice cuts through—smooth, commanding, leaving no room to protest.
“Stop.”
The single word cracked through the room. His hand shoots out, catching your wrist mid-stroke. The camera dips, lens zooming on your soaked fingers trembling under his grip.
“Oh, you’re not allowed to finish with your hand.” He mutters as he tilts the camera to your flushed face. “Not when I’m here.” He cups your jaw, stroking it with his thumb, “You rather me fuck this cock into you, isn’t that right, love?” You nod, eyes trailing down his body to his visibly hard cock. Your chest heaves, lips parted, breath stuttering. “Satoru, please—”
He smirks, thumb pressing harder into your jaw. he drags your hand away from your heat. “Nah, sweetheart. Beg harder. Tell the camera whose pretty little cunt this is.”
Heat forms at your cheeks as you can feel the camera recording every second of your humiliation—the wet sheen of your fingers, the quiver in your voice, the desperate flutter of your thighs as he keeps you empty.
Gojo shifts his grip, one hand steady on the camera, the other forcing your wrist against the sheets. His cock strains against his sweats. He groans softly, head tilting, pale eyes burning you with hunger.
“Say it,” he commands, sharper now. “Or I’ll make you watch yourself fall apart without ever getting me inside you.”
Your hips bucking uselessly into the air, wrist pinned hard to the sheets. The lens hovers inches from your face, unblinking, he’s so so mean.
“T-Toru, please, I can’t—” Your voice breaks on the words, throat closing around a sob.
He leans down, smirk sharp, tongue darting across his lip as if tasting your desperation. “You can’t what?” His tone drips mockery, but his grip doesn’t ease. “Can’t think? Can’t breathe? Or can’t cum without me?”
Your thighs tremble violently, shame burning as the camera zooms in on your ruined face. He knows you’re seconds from unraveling.
“Say it,” Gojo growls, voice suddenly harsher, rough edges slicing through the playfulness. “Say you’re mine. Say who you belong to, or I’ll keep you like this all night.”
Tears prick the corners of your eyes, your voice a shattered whisper: “I’m yours, Toru. I’m—fuck—I’m yours.”
The tension in his smirk cracks, blooming into something darker, satisfied. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, groaning as he finally releases your wrist.
The second you’re free, his hand replaces yours, fingers sinking inside you with a merciless thrust. The camera dips to catch it all—his long fingers working you open, the way your body arches, the broken cry that rips from your throat as relief floods your veins.
“Look at you,” he rasps, voice ragged with his own arousal, “Can’t handle the second I touch you. Keep your eyes on the camera, sweetheart. Don’t you dare look away while I show everyone how a needy bitch you are.”
Relief floods so hard it almost hurts. Gojo’s fingers are thick and long, so long that they reach that gummy spot you could never on your own. Just as the rhythm builds, just as you're right there, he stops. Pulls out slowly, tapping your clit, making you clench on nothing.
The camera catches the way your hips jerk up, desperate.
“Aw, you poor thing.” His laugh is cruel, a sense of mockery. He sets the camera beside him, angling it so it can see all of you. “Already twitching, so needy to cum, and I barely did anything.”
Your voice manages a shaky whisper, “ Fuck you.”
He clicks his tongue, mocking. “Oh, what had happened to your manners? Are you upset, hmm?” he taps your cheek. “You’re upset because you can’t cum without me?” He fights back a smile at you pouting at him. “I hate you.” You choked out.
His hand returns, trailing lightly over your swollen folds; it's more torture than pleasure. He lowers himself closer to your throbbing cunt. He drags his tongue across your clit, which makes you groan loudly, reaching your hand to stroke his hair. He grabs your wrist and pins it to the bed. “Unt, Unt, you don’t get to touch me.” He says, focusing his fingers around your slick, dripping down. The wet sounds fill the air, caught by the camera mic, so obscene.
“C’mon, sweetheart.” His voice darkens, sharper now, as he brings the camera closer to you to zoom in on your wrecked expression. “Show them how needy you can get. Spread those legs for me—wider. That’s it. Keep them open, or I’ll tie them down.”
Your thighs shake violently, obeying, with another broken moan. He pushes two fingers back inside, curling them just enough to drag another cry out of you—then withdraws again, leaving you aching, clenching, undone.
“Every time you think I’ll let you finish,” Gojo murmurs, he grins, “I’ll take it away. And you’ll thank me for it.”
The camera trembles slightly in his hand, catching the sharp rise and fall of your chest, the tears streaking your cheeks, the raw need written all over your body.
“Look at the lens,” he commands, voice low, final. “Let everyone see how desperate you are when daddy won’t let you cum.”
He slams his fingers back inside you, no warning, no mercy. The sound of your wetness fills the room, obscene, caught perfectly by the camera’s unblinking lens. His hand moves roughly and relentlessly, dragging a scream out of your throat as your body arches clean off the mattress.
“Look at you,” he growls, thumb pressing cruelly against your clit while his fingers pound deep. “Falling apart so easily for me. Pathetic little slut—can’t even hold back for me.”
Your cries climb higher, choked and frantic, but he doesn’t slow. He leans close enough for his words to scrape against your ear, camera tilted down to catch the way your thighs shake, your cunt fluttering around his hand.
“Cum,” he orders, voice breaking with his own groan. “Right fucking now. Let the camera see who owns you.”
The orgasm tears through you violently, unrestrained—sobs ripped raw from your chest as you clamp around his fingers. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let you come down. His pace is brutal, merciless, forcing aftershocks until tears streak down your cheeks.
“That’s it. Cum for me again,” he snarls, eyes glittering. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Mine to ruin. Mine to record. And I’ll wring every last drop out of you until you can’t even say my name.”
The camera wobbles slightly in his hand, but never turns away—it captures everything: your wrecked face, your spasming body, the way you break again and again under his command.
His fingers finally pull free. His chest heaves, the way his cock strains painfully against his sweats.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice ragged. The camera lowers, set on the nightstand at just the right angle to catch you both. His pale eyes never leave you.
He yanks his waistband down in one motion, cock slapping heavy against his stomach, flushed and leaking. Your whimper breaks the air, but he doesn’t give you time to recover—doesn’t even let you breathe.
Hands spread your thighs, forcing them wide again, ignoring the violent shake of your legs. His tip drags through your soaked folds once, twice, just enough to make you twitch before he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Your scream splits the air. His groan answers it, head falling back, sweat-dark hair clinging to his forehead.
“Goddamn—” he pants, hips snapping again before you can even adjust. “So fucking tight after cumming all over my fingers. This pussy was made for me.”
“You wanted daddy to fuck you, huh?” His words are sharp, guttural, punched out in rhythm with his thrusts. “Now take it. Take every inch and let the whole world see who you belong to.”
Gojo groans low, head tipping back, jaw slack with the raw relief of finally being inside you.
“Fuck—you feel that? God, you’re choking me out. So tight, so perfect.”
The camera’s red light blinks on the nightstand, mercilessly recording the way his cock disappears into you, the wet slap of his hips against your thighs. He angles his body so the lens catches everything—your trembling legs pinned wide, the way you’re already coming undone around him.
His hands grip bruises into your hips as he pounds into you, pace unforgiving. Each thrust jolts through you like a shockwave, your cries mixing with his ragged groans.
“You begged for this,” he spits, sweat dripping from his temple onto your chest. “Begged daddy to fuck you, and now you can’t even take it. Look at you—squirming, shaking, like this cock isn’t the only thing you were made for.”
Your hands claw at the sheets, nails tearing the fabric, body thrashing helplessly under his weight. But he only laughs, cruel, snapping his hips harder, deeper, until your voice breaks into a sob.
“Look at the camera,” he commands, fisting a hand in your hair to yank your gaze toward the camera. “Look. Don’t you dare look away while it catches you falling apart for me.”
Tears streak your cheeks, your body spasms, and the orgasm rips through you violently, unrestrained, milking him in tight waves. The sound that tears from his throat is guttural, almost feral.
“Fuck—yeah, that’s it. Cum all over me, sweetheart. Show the camera how you lose yourself on my cock.”
He doesn’t stop. Even as you convulse, even as your voice breaks into hoarse whimpers, his thrusts keep coming—brutal, merciless, each one dragging another scream from you.
“Again,” he snarls, hips slamming forward. “I’m not done wringing you out. You’re mine to ruin, mine to record—and I’m gonna keep fucking you until this tape is nothing but your screams.”
Your body seizes around him once more, overstimulated and raw, and that’s all it takes for him to finally break. His groan shatters the air, hips grinding deep as he spills inside you, thick and hot, filling you to the brim.
The camera records the final thrusts, the frantic grip of his hands, your body twitching under his, until he collapses forward, chest heaving, forehead pressed to yours.
The red light still blinks. Capturing every second of your ruin.
Gojo stays inside you for a long moment, hips pressed flush, chest rising hard against yours as he catches his breath. The room smells of sweat and sex, air heavy, broken only by the faint whir of the camera still rolling.
Finally, he leans back just enough to look down at you. Your mascara’s smudged, cheeks streaked, lips swollen from biting down on your own cries. He grins—soft, but smug, as if the wreckage of you is his favorite masterpiece.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs, brushing damp strands of hair off your forehead. “You should see yourself. Ruined and shaking.”
You managed to form words, “I really don’t like you, Toru.” He chuckles, dropping a kiss to your temple. The press of his lips is warm.
“You know, if anyone got their hands on that tape, they’d see the truth.”
He reaches over and finally stops the recording. His hand finds your thigh, stroking absent circles.
older bf!nanami spoils you quietly. thoughtfully. he never makes a show of it—the fresh bouquet on your nightstand every sunday, the lunchboxes packed when he knows you’ll be busy, the way he lets you drag him into shops just to buy you trinkets that “make no financial sense,” yet his wallet’s already out.
he’s older, calm, and terrifyingly composed, but he never makes you feel small—until you’re under him like this.
“k-kento… t-too big—!” your breath hitches, nails clawing into his forearms, but he doesn’t stop. his hips are relentless, driving his cock deeper, harder—brutal, merciless, a sharp contrast to the man who buttoned your coat for you this morning. “i know, darling,” he coos, lips brushing your temple, but there’s a dark gleam in his eyes as he watches you fall apart. “but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you? such a good girl.”
you’re folded in half—legs pinned to your chest, body trembling as he pounds into you, thick and deep, splitting you open with every brutal thrust. his cock kisses your cervix, the heavy drag making your toes curl. “k-kento—ahh—too much… f-feels so good, i—” your words melt into high-pitched whines, drool spilling from the corner of your lips as you squirm beneath him.
“look at you,” he murmurs, pace never faltering, “so pretty when you can’t even form a sentence. what happened to my sharp girl, hmm?” his words are sweet, but the way his hips snap against you—rough, punishing—has your mind blanking. “kento! ahh—mmph—fuck—!” you sob, overwhelmed, nails raking down his back as his cock drags along every sensitive spot inside you, every thrust making your brain fuzzier.
he leans down, mouth messy against your lips, licking into you as his cock bullies its way back into your squelching cunt. “that’s it. take it. you can take a little more, can’t you?”
“y-yes! yes, please—” you cry, teary-eyed, completely cockdrunk as he rocks you into the mattress. “my good girl,” he praises, voice so tender it’s almost cruel, even as his hips roll with devastating force. “let me fuck you dumb, sweetheart. you don’t have to think—just feel me.”
and god, you do. every inch of him. every filthy, perfect inch.
thoughts about big dick caleb losing his self-control on your first time
caleb tries really hard. really, he does. when you whine and say it hurts or he's going too fast, he does his best to comply with your demands. keeping still. being gentle. peppering you with soft, reassuring kisses.
when caleb felt your cunt clench around his fingers, he didn't go crazy. he didn't lose his patience and tried to loosen you up to prep you as best as he could. when he put the head of his cock inside, he was slow and careful, even though he really, really wanted to feel your pussy.
but now, halfway in with you sobbing and crying for him to take it out, it's too big it won't fit, he hesitates. he can't move. he doesn't want to.
he really, really doesn't want to.
caleb can't stop his hips from fucking into you, not when you're so warm and wet and sinfully tight. looking up at him through teary lashes. cunt clenching around him like you never want him to pull out.
so even when the tears roll down your cheeks, when you say it hurts it a little, all caleb can do is apologize. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i can't stop," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your temple to make up for the way his hips fucking pound into you, heavy and rough. his cock keeps releasing globs of pre-cum, sloshing inside with your slick. "pips, i'm sorry, you feel too good—"
your legs are trembling, kicking out when the tip of his dick hits a good spot. he holds them down with a tight grip, bruises shaped like his fingertips blooming on your thighs. "ah, no, please don't run away, don't run away from me... mmgh, let me feel you, ah, let me have your pretty pussy, fuck!"
it's like any semblance of control he had slipped away from him; suddenly, he can't ever have his lips empty, always kissing you, marking the side of your neck, or sucking down your chest. he can't stand having you away from him, pulling you back to his cock before you can escape.
and, hysterically, he realizes he can't bring himself to pull out, even as he feels his release fast approaching.
so he pumps it all inside you, thick loads of hot semen flush against your womb. the cum keeps coming out, painting your walls white, filling you up and overflowing. his hips keep thrusting, pounding, fucking it deeper, even long after he's finally stopped cumming and he's so sensitive it almost hurts. because maybe, just maybe, if he tried hard enough, maybe it'll take on the first try. if he pushes it deep enough, maybe he'll see you round and glowing.
and if it doesn't, well... he'll just have to keep going, won't he?
MEN WHO DON’T CARE IT DOESN’T FIT — THEY’LL MAKE IT.
“you’ll stretch for me. even if it hurts. especially if it hurts.”
Toji Fushiguro
He spits in his hand, strokes himself once, and pushes the head in while you squirm. “It’s not gonna fit—Toji—”
“Don’t care.” His voice is gravel. “I want it to hurt.” He watches your body fight it, stretch around it. “Feel that? That’s me ruining you for anyone else.”
Nanami Kento
He grits his teeth, holding himself back with trembling control. “You said you could take it,” he growls softly, voice dark and deep. You cry out—half pain, half pleasure—and he still rocks his hips forward. “Then take it. Take all of it.” One hand presses on your lower belly. “Look at that. That’s me. Deep inside where no one else gets to be.”
Gojo Satoru
He laughs when you try to scoot away. “Too much?” he purrs, pushing back in slowly. “Nah, you’ll manage.”
You claw at the sheets. He holds your wrists and thrusts in all the way.
“You wanted me, princess. So now you get all of me.”
Even as you cry, he kisses your cheeks. “So cute when you struggle.”
Sukuna Ryomen
He doesn’t even pretend to care.
“Not gonna fit?” he mocks, already halfway in. “That’s not my problem.”
He grabs your thighs and spreads you wider, forcing the rest in with one brutal snap of his hips. Your scream echoes — he smiles.
“There. Now it fits.”
Geto Suguru
“Shh, I know,” he whispers, rubbing your clit as you sob.
“It hurts, but you’re taking it. You’re doing so well.” He bottoms out, groaning low in his throat.
“I shouldn’t be able to get this deep, huh?” he murmurs, eyes gleaming. “And yet—here we are.”
He stays buried to the hilt until your body stops fighting.
Hiromi Higuruma
He cups your face as you cry, kissing your lips. “Breathe. It’s okay.” And then he thrusts in deeper.
You sob. He moans.
“I told you I’d make it fit. I don’t care how tight you are—I’m not stopping.”
Shiu Kong
He doesn’t slow down for a second.
“No space?” he sneers. “Make room.”
His cock stretches you painfully, deliciously, unforgivingly. “You’ll thank me later. When you can’t take anything less than this.”
“Oh relax, Toji’s been my old buddy since high school. You can trust him—he’ll take good care of her while we’re away”.
Meanwhile, that trusted old buddy had his entire face buried between your trembling thighs, his tongue flickering deep inside your creampied hole with his lips latched around your puffy entrance, making disgusting noises as he slurped at the thick, bitter load he had just pumped into you not even a minute ago—greedy for every drop of the mixed-up filth leaking out of your hole.
His teeth grazed your sensitive folds now and then, making you jolt with every swipe of his greedy tongue.
It was too much—too overstimulating and filthy, and your head was spinning. Your poor pussy was already sore and twitching, clenching pathetically around his thick tongue, but Toji wasn’t stopping. No, the older man insisted that he has to “clean you up”, and “take care of you properly”, just like your father expected him to when he called him to babysit you. How could he leave his old buddy's precious daughter filthy and messy like this? Especially for something he did—That would just be very irresponsible on his end.
You couldn’t even close your legs, his larger hands forcing them open, thumbs digging bruises into your shaking thighs to keep you wide open for him. His nose was smashing against your puffy clit, nuzzling it on purpose, inhaling through it loudly like he needed to breathe in your pussy to live.
“Ahh—fuck, n-no Toji, that's enough!” you sobbed, tears spilling over your flushed cheeks as you weakly pushed at his head, but it was like fighting against a wall—your strength was quite literally laughable against him. Your hands slapped and pushed at his hair, his forehead, anything you could reach but he didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he groaned against your cunt, the vibrations making your walls clamp down around nothing, drooling out more cum for him to slurp up.
He wasn’t cleaning you, he was feeding off of you. His tongue was ruthless, scraping and curling inside you, scooping up every mixture of cum you were drooling out and swallowing it down without shame.
Your clit throbbed painfully from the constant friction of his nose grinding and rubbing against it, his breaths coming out hot and heavy through his nostrils like he was fucking inhaling your pussy.
Sometimes you heard him snort—an awful, humiliating noise just to make you squirm more. It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever experienced.
You squealed when you felt his tongue slide lower—dragging a nasty, wet stripe down over the messy cum pooling around your twitching asshole, lapping it up like some kind of depraved beast before plunging back into your leaking cunt, switching between both holes like he couldn't get enough of the filth dripping out of you.
His spit and your mixed cum were pooling under your ass now, soaking the couch and your thighs with every wet slurp and disgusting suckle.
You were soaked, filthy, and overstimulated beyond belief—and he was still fucking going.
“P—Please stop!” you hiccupped through your tears, clutching desperately at his thick, raven stands but all it did was make him groan deep against your slit, making it even worse.
Your legs are twitching in his iron grip. But the more you cried, the more he moaned against you like a perv, like your pathetic little sobs were turning him on even more.
When he finally pulled away, a thick string of drool and cum still connected his chin to your battered cunt, stringing between you like a strand of glue before snapping wetly onto your folds.
His face was a complete mess; nose, lips, and chin all glistening under the light, slicked up and dripping with your juices and his own. His scarred lips curled into a lazy smirk as he tilted his head, his emerald eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he stared up at your trembling body.
Toji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the filth across his face even more, before spitting lazily onto your clit just to make you twitch again.
He looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, cocky and mean, tongue dragging along his lips, savoring every taste he could gather, even going as far as licking along his scar with a low, satisfied grunt.
“Sorry baby”, he rasped, his voice laced with mocking sympathy. “Got’a bit carried away”.
“You’re so filthy”, he chuckled low, rubbing two fingers through your swollen folds, smearing the cum and spit around lazily like he was playing with it. “Bet my buddy would shit himself if he saw what a messy little cumdump his sweet daughter turned into”.
“Should’ve known you’d taste this fucking sweet,” he muttered, mostly to himself before leaning back down again—like he wasn’t even close to done with you yet. “Let Daddy take care of you some more, yeah?”.
And you were too fucked-out and humiliated to stop him.
Imagine he’s got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and it’s so good you’re seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. It’s making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but he’s so much bigger and so much stronger there’s no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And he’s so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. He’s pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. “Such a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, that’s it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, there you go.” And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure he’s forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. “Come on baby,” his voice is so mean as his fingers don’t stop working your clit, “One isn’t enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, that’s it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.” You’re sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that he’s ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But it’s not enough for him, it won’t ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because he’s exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times he’s forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe he’ll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.
Note: This made me feral ugh please someone do this to me.
wish a ghost was violating me in public and there was nothing I could do about it.
when I’m in the fitting room, disembodied hands pass through my panties, fingering my cunt and playing with my clit until i soak the material, forcing me to buy it.
at work, hands groping my tits, massaging and pinching my nipples, forcing me to hold back tears and moans.
on my way home, shoved into an alley, pants pulled down and spanked without mercy until i’m crying.
in a public restroom, taking my panties away, ripping them to shreds or carrying them far far away, so i’m forced to walk around with the knowledge that my cunt is bare
never letting me cum unless i’m in public. only giving me enough time to hide behind a bush before it’s pounding my cunt until im in tears, shoving disembodied fingers in my mouth, spanking my ass with every thrust.
geto who smokes like its his biggest hobby, but you despise it. every time he kisses you, the bitter taste of tobacco leaves you wrinkling your nose and pulling away all too soon. you never say anything about it, but geto can sense your displeasure every time he reaches for a cigarette.
one day, he reaches into his back pocket for a routine smoke, knowing your eyes are trailing his every move. you expect him to shake out a cigarette, but instead he drops the pack to the ground and steps on it, eyes never leaving yours. you open your mouth to say something, but his lips cut off your voice.
he kisses you hard, his fingers tangling in your hair, his teeth pulling at your lips. his mouth moves against yours in such desperation that you can’t help but gasp. he pulls you against his chest, so close that you don’t know where you end and he begins. he pulls back, violet gaze slipping over your hazed expression.
“i-your cigarettes?”
he runs a thumb over your cheek before he leans down to whisper in your ear. his voice makes you shiver when he says,
