Kyojuro? U have no choice but to fuck him in the middle of the woods or when no one else is on the property, cuz this bitch is so fucking loud bro. He moans, he screams, he sighs, he pants, he begs.
And his stamina is something to behold dude. If you told him to ride you til he couldn't anymore, you'd be there for hours, maybe days. You definitely tap out first, unless you grab his cock, suck his nipple & overstim him til he passes out.
But he looks so pretty though! Long hair bouncing around his shoulders, teary eyes, a desperate/pleasurable expression, his bare chest rising & falling rapidly. He's already cum so many times now, he's trembling all over, especially his legs as they work to move him up & down your cock, he feels so weak he almost wants to stop but it feels so so good & you told him to keep going til he couldn’t, so he won’t.
You can choose to be merciful, by being merciless. Flip him onto his back, pin him down and fuck him. He’ll see stars right before he passes out, happy & satisfied. Next day he’ll be a bit sore & his legs still feel weak, but that’s fine cuz you’ve decided he’s taking the day off to get pampered by you.
- 🦇 (spent way too long writing this, forgive my dramatic, horny ass)
... I combusted. I started rolling. I. This is art, this is amazing and this is perfect. Thank You.
He's trying to kiss you, but it's just so hard to see when his vision is blurry with tears and his hips moving up and down at an unforgiving pace. His voice is cracking, and he's looking down at the moving bulge on his stomach.
"Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum again!" He basically screams, and you slap his dick, causing him to cry out loud.
"You're being so loud, whore. Do you want others to hear you? Want others to see how much of a fucking slut you are for me? Does getting off on my dick in the middle of the forest get you so turned on?" He nods so quickly that your neck slightly hurt from just looking at it. "Demons could be watching us right now, you know? They could be watching a mighty Hashira, getting fucked senseless like a bitch in heat." Whatever you said seemed to only stir him on as he moved at an even faster pace, pressing his head into the curve of your neck.
His thighs trembled, and his entire body practically vibrated as he came, body shaking from the aftershocks of his fourth orgasm that night. This is where you have to flip him around, press his head down and fuck him so hard that his ass is bruised and he's out like a light, because he'd never want to stop if he weren't.
Of course, carry him back the next day, because he's walking as if both his legs were broken.
Could u please please do a sub!rengoku being pegged in a public shower w the other hasiras in it 🤭🤭
cw: gn!reader, sex in public
“quiet, kyo,” you shushed, your fingers shoved deep enough in his mouth to nearly gag him. “wouldn’t want everyone finding out you’re a slut, hm?” the sound of the running water drowned out the soft, wet slaps of flesh fucking flesh, as well as rengoku’s soft whines.
his legs were open wide, back arched so beautiful that you would lean down and kiss it if you could. little pools of water gathered on his back dimples, drops of it escaping everytime you thrusted into him. he found it bewildering that his legs hadn’t melted to jelly at that point, because they sure felt like it.
“we should appreciate this time we have off duty. demons are everywhere, and we never know when we’ll be free again.” two people were conversing right outside, on the other side of the thin curtain that kept you two hidden. he wasn’t focused enough to tell who they were, but it sounded like gyomei and… obanai? not many people should be up at this hour. it could’ve been tengen, but he would’ve heard them by now.
rengoku didn’t dare bite down on your fingers even as he felt the knot in his stomach start to unravel, the familiar sensation of an orgasm creeping up on him. his hand reached back for your free one, finding it placed on his hip and grasping at it pathetically. you understood what he meant to say, lips curled up into a smirk as you fastened your pace, watching him crane his head back almost uncomfortably.
one particular thrust to his prostate had him choke out a whine, cum spurting onto the walls and floors of the shower cubicle as his knees almost caved to the pleasure. his arms were shaking, back muscles tensing as he heaved.
the pleasant moment didn’t last long as a loud, agitated voice bounced off the walls of the public shower.
your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.
ruling. nsfw — mature content
content warnings. dom! gn! reader, first time sub! gojo, anal penetration / pegging, fingering, overstimulation, bratty gojo, slight dacryphilia, dumbification themes, hair pulling, spit as lube, established relationship, plot before porn
an. this came out way too long. anyways hope y’all enjoy day 1, some of the kinks listed on the ml did not make the cut bcs the fic would take 80 years to read and the intro is already cutting into my lifetime. also not proofread. anyways enjoy fucking gojo!!
kinktober 2023 masterlist
you and your boyfriend gojo satoru have been dating for five months at this point. your relationship is everything you’ve ever wanted in one; secure, loving, and honest. satoru is the most caring man you’ve probably ever met— though cheeky, he’s just as infatuated with you as he was when you first met.
not only is gojo amazing, but so is the sex. not to be a prude, but it’s true. he knows how to take care of his baby and never wants to leave you unsatisfied.
the only sour thing about your relationship is his teasing. especially in the mornings-after.
when you’re groaning, pressing down on a muscle in your back as you complained to gojo about how hard he went down on you the night prior. your boyfriend’s fierce laughter as he’s propped up on one arm, staring at you from his safety beneath the covers of your shared bed and messy hair.
“aw, c’mon, you know you liked it.” gojo would say as you kept prodding at your shoulders and legs. you’d shoot him a dirty look and he’d snicker loudly again. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to you today, i swear.”
one morning, your boyfriend had tossed his still-bare body over yours after a long session that night. face first into the pillow behind your head; long, spindly limbs sprawled out like a starfish on top of you as you both shared silly remarks about the long night you both had.
“y’know, one day, i’m gonna get you back for all the times you leave me sore like this,” you huffed, earning a muffle giggle from your boyfriend with his head in the sheets. “what? i’m serious.” you insisted.
gojo’s head snapped up to look at you. squinted blue eyes followed by another ugly little giggle. “uh huh, i bet.”
“what do you mean, ‘you bet’?” you scrunched your nose as your boyfriend gave you another mean chuckle through his big grin. “c’mon, y/n. you know you can’t top my skills.”
“now what does that mean?” you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at gojo’s funny expressions.
he hummed, thinking for a bit before turning his attention back to you. “you know i’m good at what i do. if you even tried to top me, you’d just end up giving up anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “not true.”
“what’s not true? that you’d give up, or that i’m good? because y’know, these fingers aren’t only good at sorcery—”
“yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.”
ever since that night, though, you haven’t stopped thinking about the idea. reversing the roles. it’s something the both of you had never tried before, but were you open to the idea. you just needed to make sure that satoru was, too.
but there was something different about tonight in particular that made you feel a bit more confident than usual.
it started off as it usually did whenever the both of you were in the mood. a handsy hello as soon as you got home from work; peppering your face with kisses and fingers pressing against your hips as you let your boyfriend lead you to the bedroom.
you’d barely be able to get a word in with the way gojo would welcome you home. lips quickly pressed together and without hesitation your back would be against the mattress and clothes discarded onto the floor.
“missed you today.” gojo mumbled into the kiss, lips sloppily trying to chase the pattern the both of you shared. hands gripping at your sides as he pushed you eagerly onto the bed.
as soon as you hit the bed you immediately grabbed at his arms and pulled him forward onto you. something inside you was pounding— pounding for tonight to be different than the rest.
you pulled gojo onto the bed, chest rising with heated breaths as a switch in your brain flipped. hands pushing him down beneath you, his back against the sheets as your boyfriend let out a breathy gasp.
“hey, what’re you doin’?” gojo mumbled, looking up at you through glassy eyes and white lashes as you reveled at the sight of satoru beneath you— a sight you weren’t used to seeing, but welcomed with open arms.
“you’re gonna let me take care of you tonight. okay toru?” you said, his eyes blowing wide and lips twitching into a small grin.
“take care of me?” he chuckled, watching as you slowly started to undo his shirt. “i’d like to see you try.”
you rolled your eyes as you pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. gojo watched your every movement, watching with interest as one of your hands quickly went to circle one of his nipples.
he shivered at your cold fingertips tracing along his chest, but laughed all the same. “what, ‘s this all you’re gonna do? c’mon, baby, let me just take care of you and— mmph.” gojo was promptly cut off when he felt your fingers press against the hard-on in his pants. a small smile crept onto your lips at the sight.
“hush, toru.” you muttered, palming him through his pants as gojo let out a strained groan. “this is what you get for being so mean to me all the time. leaving me brusied and sore.”
“you said you wanted it rough.” satoru panted, looking down at you as his long fingers started to grab at the sheets beneath him. “oh, i do.” you shrugged. “but now, it’s your turn to feel what i feel.”
your boyfriend’s breath hitched in his throat at the words from your tongue. he quickly gathered himself, clearing his throat to mask the whimper that slipped his lips. “you’ll just give up, y’know. you’re just gonna give into me and come crawling back.”
“that’s what you may think, but i know what i want.” you said, removing your hand from his bulge to reach for his glinting silver belt buckle. “you’re gonna take my cock and behave, just like i do for you. and if you don’t like it, you can say our safe word and leave.”
gojo gulped. he knew you wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. he was in the position to say no whenever he wanted to. but the thought of your thick cock splitting him open had him salivating; even if he didn’t want to admit it to his big ego.
“satoru.” your voice called him back, snapping him out of the trance he was in. he looked down at you, his belt already undone and ready to be pulled off. “color, satoru. tell me what you want.”
he swallowed thickly again, lips parting as he whispered. “green.”
you smiled softly at him, slowly pulling his belt from the loops as you muttered a slow “alright.” unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down alongside his boxers. his pretty cock revealing itself to you.
“already leaking for me, huh toru?” you snickered, the feelings of your breath along his dick making him twitch.
“still gonna break you, y’know.” gojo murmured. “you’re just gonna give up and beg me to fuck you.”
“whatever makes you feel better.” *you said plainly. the tone in your voice left him shivering. suddenly, you raised your hand to his lips and with no hesitation said, “spit.”
gojo blinked down at you, who was watching him expectantly. he parted his lips and let his tongue slip forward, spitting onto your fingers as he maintained eye contact with you. “thank you, toru.” you said, lubricating your fingers before you lined them with the edge of his hole.
he felt his heart leap into his throat when your fingertips prodded at his entrance. silently, satoru spread his legs to let you know he wanted you. and you seemed to understand his prompt, for almost immediately your long fingers slipped into him with ease.
“fuck, oh god.” gojo immediately hissed, clenching tight around your middle and ring fingers as they slowly began to thrust in and out of him. “oh my god.”
he watched as your hand worked at his insides; curling your fingers as the sorcerer finally allowed for small whines to slip past his lips. each sound left his stomach turning— the dirty sounds of his own hole clenching around his partner’s fingers making him shudder.
gojo was stuck at small whines of pleasure, heavy breathing and the occasional gasp, until your fingers hit a particularly good spot inside him that made him cry out.
“ohn— oh fuck,” gojo whined out. “there. right, right there, that— ah!” he gasped when your fingers curled against his sweet spot, making him flinch and pulse around you. “‘s that feel good, satoru?” you asked, slowly thrusting your fingers in and out of his hole, taking note of the way his fingers curled around the satin sheets of your shared bed.
satoru nodded. his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths as he kept his eyes locked on you. “yeah. feels good. right there, feels so good…” he murmured. jolting back with every thrust of your fingers in and out of him, muscles tensing and relaxing in ragged patterns before you eventually pulled your fingers out.
“so messy.” you murmured, raising your hand to his mouth again. “spit.” and he did, right onto your fingers once more.
“i think you’re ready to take me, toru.” you spread his legs and began to undo your own buckle. your boyfriend watched your hands, every move closer to watching you reveal yourself making him almost shake with anticipation.
it wasn’t until you finally pulled out your cock did he realize how big you truly were. eyes blowing into saucers as he immediately began to blabber.
“you look so big!” satoru whined. “no way you’re gonna make me take all of that!”
“oh, i will.” you purred, pressing the head of your cock to his hole. he flinched, feeling your tip just against his ass as he went to protest again. “why can’t i jus’ fuck you like usual, baby?”
you laughed meanly at his words. “what, are you scared, satoru?” you asked, leaning in and simultaneously pressing your tip just against his opening. “scared i’m gonna break you open?”
“no!” gojo shook his head furiously. “i just- i just think you’re gonna get tired and give up.”
you sighed, staring down at your boyfriend with his big wide eyes and wet eyelashes. after a moment of bathing in his beauty, you grabbed hold of his thighs and leaned back. “color, satoru.”
gojo hesitated. looking from you down to his drooling cock that was just begging to be touched. his inflated ego kept hammering in his chest, but the feeling of your tip against his hole drove every thought away and left him squirming.
“green.”
“good.” and before he knew it, you’d forced yourself into him. a loud moan clawing its way through his throat and spilling from his lips as you began to pound into him, gradually picking up speed.
suddenly, that same hammering feeling in his chest immediately died out. as soon as satoru felt your cock sliding in and out of his walls, pressing up against his prostate with every thrust, his demeanor immediately unraveled.
“fuck— oh my— fuck, you’re so big!” gojo cried out. hands scrambling to ground himself as he gripped onto the sheets. “ah— oh— oh my fucking, please, y/n!”
you couldn’t help but watch gojo’s big blue eyes grow teary. rolling back into his head as you fucked him, forcing his legs back to angle yourself well enough to hit all of the right places.
“already all ruined for me, satoru.” you cooed. your words slipped into his brain and toyed with his thoughts, leaving him quietly whimpering as he felt your hands near his head.
all of a sudden, the cloudy feeling forming in gojo’s brain flickered as you took a handful of his hair and forced him to look at you. yelping as your fingers intertwined with his snowy locks and pulled his head up.
“what was that you said earlier about me getting tired and giving up, toru?” you asked, hips angling and pounding into him faster and faster. all he could do was hiccup and gasp, head subtly bobbing from the force of your thrusts combined with the weakening grip on his scalp.
“ahmm— ah, i don’t— uhn…” he stammered, too focused on the feeling of the head of your cock kissing his prostate with every thrust to make out the words you were saying. the fog in his head was coming back, accompanied by a knot tightening in his stomach.
satoru was panting and shaking. too focused on the heat in his lower abdomen spreading across his body. “i’m- it’s-” he stuttered out, words slurred together. his brain was rattling inside his head. too embarrassed to admit the fact that he was already about to cum his brains out to himself as you kept hammering his hole. “y/n, i’m gonna— haaah, oh!”
“gonna what?” you asked, thrusts growing deep and sloppy as you kept your quick pace. “c’mon, finish your sentence. don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb.”
his vision grew blurry with tears, a few even spilling over and down his cheeks. the heat in his stomach kept burning, hotter and hotter as his brain tried to scramble for words to try and form a sentence. hell, even a word would be nice.
“ah, ahn, i’m— haah, ah, ah!” gojo began to squeal. your grip on his hair grew tighter as he completely began to forget you were even talking to him.
and suddenly, he was cumming all over himself with a garbled “cu— ah, aahhn!” his scalp burning from the force you held him up with, legs twitching as his cock bobbed with every stream of cum he coated his stomach with.
you slowed your thrusts as you watched him cum, but didn’t halt completely. as soon as he was done, you immediately began picking up your pace once more.
“wait, wh— fuck!” satoru whined out as you let go of his hair and flipped him onto his hands and knees. his head stuffed into the pillow that was once below him as you drove your cock into his hole with more fervor than before. “i- i just came! y/n, baby, i just-”
“i never said you could cum, did i?” you asked. immediately he shut his mouth, clenching around you with a loud whine. “you’re gonna keep taking my cock until i’ve cum. until then, you sit here and look pretty for me. is that clear?”
at first he didn’t respond. not until you grabbed hold of his hair from behind and forced him up again. “i said, is that clear, satoru?”
gojo eagerly nodded his head, panting and whimpering with your every movement. “yes. yes, ‘s clear! fuck me, please!”
anon asked: Soo I saw you take requests even for npc's so I figured I'd shoot my shot or whatever though I know you have a lot of asks so if this stresses you out don't worry about it but the fatui pyro agents? The fucker with the fire knives? Yeah that bitch? I firmly belive someone should fuck him till he crys and begs to cum
characters: sub!fatui agent x nb!dom!reader
warnings: overstimulation, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphillia, “master” kink, hair pulling, exhibitionism, degrading, size kink, dumbification, creampie, cock can be interpreted as a strap on!
notes: nobu back in her horny era! on today’s post we have, fucking an npc stupid! repost bc tumblr can’t win against me
how did it come to this? with the strong, reliable, capable agent being railed stupid as his supposed next target keeps his salacious sobs and cries of pleasure silent with their bigger hand, the other holding his leg up. pushing it up further and further into an impossibly hard angle as he claws at the doors of northland bank.
a mewl slips out of his mouth as his target slips their hand off of their mouth, instead opting to keep him up by fisting at his short, grey locks. the tears that were welling in his eyes starts to fall as a drool slips from his lips and down to the floor. legs shaking as his hips weakly, pathetically twitched back to meet up with your thrusts.
“maah-! master! please!! not-noT HEREE MNGGH!♡︎♡︎” biting down on his already bruised and bleeding lips, the agent lets out another sob as he felt his orgasm approaching.
everything felt too much but so little at the same time. he wanted more. more of your cock, more of your cum, more more more!!
the fatuus felt your cock split him open. veiny, long girth breaking him apart as the tip harshly kissed his prostate over and over again. archons, he didn’t even know something like that existed until you forcibly pushed him inside one of the empty rooms of his workplace and had your way with him.
he wanted it, he craved it - no. he needed it.
needed to be fucked by you until his mind breaks, leaving behind nothing but the delicious feeling of your strap forcing him open over and over.
needed to hear you call him degrading names as tears fall from his eyes. sobbing and keening loudly, unable to form any sentences. not even a single plea to save himself and his pride.
needed to trash around as you placed a hand over the bump on his stomach. pushing on the growing bulge of your cock and cum mixed together as he writhes against the wall, sliding down more and more as your large hands on his waist leaves bruises.
needed it as you forced him not to cum again as the strap pours another large amount of cum into his gaping hole. almost falling down to the floor if it wasn’t for your strong arms keeping him up.
needed to beg. whine, wail, keen as you wrap a hand around the angry tip of his cock, placing your thumb over his dripping slit as he begged you in a heap of mess. trying to get the blinding feeling of finally cumming.
“mas-! master!! maste-anngh haah mmph♡︎♡︎!! please? pleasepleasepleaseplease-♡︎♡︎!!” another orgasm denial as you force his smaller body flush against the wall while still continuing to pound into his hole.
the fatuus’ leg shook horribly, standing on his tiptoes as you forced his walls to get used to your size, to remember your shape, to carve every little detail into his mind, into his body. into his prostate.
“you’re not gonna cum haah fuck- until i allow you to. got it, slut?” whispering in a hoarse voice next to his ear, you continued to pound into his sensitive spots. not even caring that the amount of cum you forced him to take dripping down his shaking thighs. some even dripping down to the floor, mixing with his tears and drool.
“yes-! yes master! master! master! my master♡︎♡︎♡︎!!” drunkenly blabbering about some random gibberish, the agent let out another whine as your seeds filled him up again. the skin of his stomach stretching more and more as if his body craved your cum.
finally feeling satisfied with how much you filled him up, you stood up straight to look at the beautiful art you created out of him.
trembling body flush against the wall as his hands desperately clawed at the stone, legs barely holding himself up only thanks to your help. large amount of cum gushing and slipping out from around your strap, dripping down, staining the perfect, wooden floor of the bank.
what a perfect toy you found for yourself.
slipping yourself out, you ignored his babbles about sex drunken shit before pulling out a toy from your bag - a butplug.
fingering the cum back into his fluttering hole, you plugged him close with the toy. a lewd shlick! coming out followed by the agent’s sobs.
“keep them all inside until our next meeting okay, my slut?” giving a warning squeeze to his still shaking thighs, a cruel grin spread across your face as he nodded dumbly.
nsfw sub!scaramouche + gn!reader, cock can be referred to as a strap, cockwhore scara <3
thinking about scara becoming so cock drunk that he completely loses himself and all his pride.
pressing your hand against the side of his head, pushing him further into the mattress as you pound into him from behind. he's stubborn, eyebrows furrowing and a low moan escapes his lips at one particularly hard thrust.
you can't hear him enough, so you grab a handful of his hair to pull him up from the bed and he hisses. he's still refusing to moan or whine but he can't help it when you grab his hips and basically drag him along your cock. the feeling of being so easy to handle has him slip out a gasp and a soft groan falls from his lips as his eyes slightly roll back.
instead of being embarrassed scaramouche just hangs his head and pants when you run a warm hand over his back, before grabbing his blue hair once again. you pull him up to your chest, hand closing around the base of his throat to keep him there.
that gets him embarrassed. purely because he feels so on display and aware of what's happening. especially when you hold scaramouche tight to your chest and drag your hand over his cock, still thrusting into him.
he feels so overwhelmed and shy, red heat rushing to his chest and neck at how obscene this entire thing is.
"you're so… so-" scara cuts himself off by biting down hard onto his bottom lip but you catch the whimpers that escape his mouth because he's right next to your ear.
you grin, moaning lowly against his cheek to show just how close you were to him, "so what?"
your pace doesn't slow at all, still grinding hard into him and he jolts at a sudden hard thrust, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan that has him scrunching his eyebrows at. your hand still toys with his leaking cock, dragging your hand along the length of it in time with your hips and scaramouche pants and you can feel the low hum of a whine at the base of his throat where your hand keeps him still.
scara is unable to get his words out anymore, his brain shutting off, getting all fuzzy as he lays his head back on your shoulder. he still hates how pliant he's being, hates how much control you have over him and how on display he is for you. but at the same time he quite frankly couldn't care less, especially when his thighs start to shake and your cock is hitting him so deep he can almost feel it in his stomach.
scaramouche unconsciously let's a whimper slip past his lips, thrusting into your hand and his own hands slip behind himself. he lays his hands on the small of your back and he moans obscenely into your ear when he forces you to stay pressed tight against him.
"fuck…" you curse, hand slowing on the boy's cock, eyes screwing shut and you realise that scara has dropped all sort of embarrased self restraint and just wants to get off.
you grind against him, ripping a pretty quiet groan from scara's parted lips, your hand tightening a little around his throat and you watch the boy's eyes flutter closed.
"needy thing." you mutter, lowering your head and grinning against scaramouche's neck, teeth slightly grazing the skin and scara scrunches his face at the words coming from your mouth. okay, still embarrassed, you chuckle and press a kiss underneath his jaw.
in one swift movement, you push scaramouche away from your chest, back onto the bed and he lets out a small gasp of shock. his eyes go wide as your fingers curl tightly into his hair, leaning over his back, pushing your cock impossibly deeper into him before hissing, "fuck yourself on my cock, desperate brat."
scaramouche groans lowly, almost a grumble, when you straighten up. you don't move, tilting your head as you watch scara pant, obvious shyness flooding his body but eventually he shifts back against your cock.
his head drops and you can only see the blue of his hair while he pushes back against you slowly, still slightly awkward so you help him. you press your hand against his back, pushing him down so his chest lay against the sheets and his back arches gorgeously for you.
scara moans, muffled by the bedsheets and his fingers wrap into the cotton before he loses all sense of pride and desperately fucks himself onto you. his eyes flutter shut, rolling back as he drags himself along your cock, whimpers spilling from his pretty lips and his speed increases when your hands find home on his soft hips.
"i'm, fuck-" scaramouche slightly lifts his head to speak, words unable to form on his tongue whilst he continuously forces his hips against you, "i'm gonna-"
"you're gonna what?" you can't help the smirk tugging at your lips at how he refuses to beg, the desperation in his thrusts telling you everything you needed to know. you just wanted to hear him say it.
scara fists the sheets tight, biting his lip before letting out a small cry, ass colliding with your hips obscenely. he doesn't respond to you, head filled with nothing but making himself cum from just your cock alone.
but you're not having any of it.
you grab his hips, pulling him flush against you and the whine that rips from his throat is so pretty that you almost spill yourself.
"you're gonna what?"
the boy whimpers, a warm flush spreading across his body but the small plea of "please, i need to cum," pushes past his lips and your heart jumps at the desperation in his broken voice.
"fuck- good boy." you growl and you help him out, gripping his hips tight. you pull out almost completely to the tip and give him one last hard thrust and then he's spilling all over the sheets with a loud moan.
he shakes, cries ripping from his throat as he finishes. scara's eyes squeeze shut, head falling into his hands on the bed and you gently lower your hand to his wet cock to stroke him through it.
the blue haired pants, trying to catch his breath, face shoved into the sheets in pure embarrassment of the entire situation as soon as he starts to come back to his own mind.
"i-i hate you." scaramouche gasps and you just smile, curling your fingers softly into his hair.
mdni. trans!scara x gn!reader with a dick. videotaping, creampie, masturbation, reader is asleep beside him while he fingers himself. this is all consensual.
the morning after, he’s captivated by the video. eyes glued to the screen held close to his face. he’s turned away from your sleeping form, earbuds plugged in his ears, and his phone on low brightness and volume. despite you having been the one to take it, he’s somehow embarrassed to be caught watching. you’re fucking him slow, the slick sound of himself echoing in his ears, wet from the rounds you’d coaxed him through with your tongue. a blush creeps down his neck, body hot at the sight of your hips flush against him, filling him to the hilt. with the stutter of your thrusts, the camerawork becomes a little shaky. his ears catch the sound of the wanton cries from his lips, his hands reaching out to claw at the sheets. “inside, inside, please, inside,” video-scara repeats his plea like a mantra. morning-scara rubs his thighs together, swallowing hard. “of course, baby,” you say through the screen, breathless and airy. scara shivers from the sound, almost jealous of himself. when you finish, you don’t pull out. he watches the way he mindlessly wraps his legs around your waist, keeping you inside him as he gasps through his own orgasm, moaning your name. and the aftermath, the zoom-in of the camera… the teasing, low laugh at the sight of scara spreading his legs. scara throbs at the sight of your cum dripping out of him, and he covers his mouth with his hand, trying not to whine. he knew what it felt like and now he knew what it looked like. it was sinful, the extent of his debauchery. flushed, red skin glistening with sweat, a voice high and raw from the way you worked it, and the dumb pleasure in his eyes… staring up at you like you put the stars in the sky. to see himself vulnerable like that… to know that you’ve seen and will see him like that… he sucks on his fingers, dropping the phone beside his face and rewinding the video to the beginning. he slips a hand under the sheets to drag his boxers down and touch himself to the sound of his own moans. you’re still asleep beside him, caught in a serene dream while he tries his best not to whimper your name… to wake you up and get you to help. shoving a finger inside himself, he’s embarrassed by the way his slick drips between his thighs. hot and wet, he curls the finger inside him before slipping in another. then, he’s fucking himself. he bites down on his free hand, eyes glancing at the screen to catch the sight of your dick sliding in and out of him. tears prick at the corners of his eyes. his mind feels fuzzy. his body’s on fire. and you’re asleep. he can’t help but let a whine break the quiet morning air, his fingers sliding in and out of himself in tandem with the video. you still don’t rouse. the video fills his ears with the sound of your laugh once more, and in desperation, his other hand snakes down to rub circles into his clit. it sends him over the edge, milking his fingers as he watches cum drip from his pussy through the phone screen. scara slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle his low moans, shutting his eyes tight to ride his high, rutting his hips into his fingers. he shudders, catching his breath, and tossing his head to the side as he slips out of himself to see you still asleep. his eyebrows press together in frustration, but shame catches up to him a second later. his cheeks warm with embarrassment. god, maybe he’s worse than you. he’s insatiable.
a/n: welcome everyone to ~kinktober~ hope you all enjoy the beginning of my no doubt endless cycle of being horny and in the halloween mood
WARNINGS: gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!xiao, dacryphillia (crying during sex), edging, anal sex, riding, handjobs, pet names, teasing, xiao has a small cock
Oh how he hates you. Xiao absolutely despises how much you have him trained to do whatever you say without a hint of protest. How easy it is for you to have tears streaming down his face. Even as he’s straddling your waist with you laying underneath him it’s so painfully obvious that you told him to sit there.
This is humiliating, him, a yaksha! Left at your mercy without any thought of disagreement.
You coo at his frustrated expression, lifting your hand to wipe away the fat tears that are rolling down his cheeks. His hips are moving at the pace you set, bouncing up and down on your cock just slow enough that he wouldn’t be able to climax from it. But just enough that he would be pushed to the edge the entire time.
Your opposite hand lazily stroked his dick, brushing over the tip every now and then to hear him gasp and whine at you.
“Aw don’t cry Xiao, if you do I might not be able to hold back because of how cute you look.” You mocked, relishing in how angry he looked. To a normal person, this would be a menacing sight, but when he’s writhing away while riding you? All he looks like is your sweet darling. Always at your mercy. With his face red and his eyes puffy.
“F-fuck you.” He cursed out between shaky breaths.
“Fuck me? With this little thing?” You teased back, squeezing the dick in your fist as warning. Xiao whimpered, biting his lip as the tears streamed faster. God, his legs were so shaky. How could you be so cruel to him? Couldn’t you see the state that he was in? Xiao peered down at you through the tears clouding his vision and was met with his answer.
You were smiling up at him. So sweet yet so mocking as you watched him with so much hunger in your eyes. Xiao turned away, unable to face the embarrassment of looking you in the eye.
“Don’t act so upset, darling. You came here on your own.” You reminded him, hand traveling down to his ass, kneading the plush skin while he lifted himself up and down.
“Y-you called m-my name! I-I thou-“ Xiao cut himself off with a squeak. So loud his hand came up to cover his mouth out of embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong about what he said though! You called his name so he came immediately, thinking you were in trouble. He wasn’t expecting for you to pull him onto your lap!
You merely hummed at his ranting to defend himself, glancing down at his red, leaking cock. How long had it been since you both started? Surely more than 20 minutes. Xiao hadn’t even asked to cum despite his torture! Too determined to wait for your permission. That was your sweet darling alright. Always dying for your approval.
Fine, maybe you would be nice. Without warning, you gripped his small hips, thrusting up into him at a fast pace. Xiao gasped, hands flying to hold onto something, one gripping your shoulder and the other gripping the pillow behind your head. Broken moans left Xiao in between sobs. His eyes widening as he looked down at you. Archons it felt so good!
But- if you keep up this pace he’s going to-!
As if hearing his thoughts of distress, you slowed your pace. Causing him to let out a cry, legs finally giving out beneath him as he pushed his face into your neck.
“N-no.. no no please. Please I need to.. hic c-cum.” He begged, finally breaking down after being edged for so long. He looked up to you with pleading eyes, almost immediately turning away with a whimper after seeing that same condescending smile.
Your hand turned his chin to make eye contact with you.
“What do you say, Xiao? Come on, ask nicely.” You reminded him. With a few moments of the adeptus in question trying to gain his voice, he finally opened his mouth to speak.
“P-please can I cum?” He asked, looking at you so sweetly, so much hope in his eyes.
“Of course you can cum, baby.” You replied. Xiao melted at your words, body going slack as you thrusted into him even faster than before. Even though he wasn’t looking at you anymore, you could feel his tears hitting your shoulder and hear his hiccups.
Oh how you ruin him. After all, he is at your mercy.
a/n: day 1 of 31 days of fanfiction is complete! and I’m already regretting everything.
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