𝒛uzu

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[chokkzou]

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[kiredisawhore]

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE TSSS, but can you do like.. hoshiumi/tobio waking us up by sucking our dih or riding us???? THIS FEELS SO AWKWARD OMG ITS MY FIRST TIME REQUESTING

sure!!! i hope you like the fic!!! it was kinda awkward for me to write too but because i am used to write just bottom fics (excluding the korai one) so this was a nw challenge for me to do! thx for your request!!

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀 (𝗛𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘂𝗺𝗶 & 𝗞𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝘅 𝘁𝗼𝗽!𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿)

warning: this is a +18 piece, dont read if youre under 18

Hoshiumi Korai:

Your job as a sports photographer was all you ever wanted, but was draining you. Last night, you stayed up until late photographing the V League match that happened in your city.

It was the first time you got to picture your boyfriend, Korai, as the superstar he was. But the whole ordeal of running around, taking pictures, dodging people, dodging slammed balls and dealing with your boss there too, took all the energy out of you.

It took your energy so much you forgot you promised Korai to fuck him if he won.

In your mind, you thought your boyfriend would be tired as fuck too, as he was the one who was actually in court, so you excused yourself in your mind and quickly drifted off soon after arriving home.

The morning sun hit your eyes directly, blinding you before you could even wake up properly. Your whole body felt hot and a little sweaty, and your groin seemed… amazing?

In your half sleepy brain, you melted into it. Feeling how the strange thing caressing your cock was moving up and down your shaft. When it grazed your head, a sudden jolt of pleasured sparked throughout your whole body.

The -you could feel wet- muscle bobbed up and down your shaft, making your cock feel like it was in heaven, exploiting all of its nerves. The oh so amazing feeling was gone for a second, leaving you a little irritated until something touched your tip.

In an instant, you felt how your cock was enveloped inside something hot, wet, and that was hollowing out. The sudden explosion of feelings in your cock made you finally wake up, moaning out of pleasure in the process.

You lifted the bed sheet, to graze upon seeing Hoshiumi, eyes fierce, locked into making you feeling good, but also enjoying it himself. One hand was in the base of your cock, pushing himself further into deepthroating you. He glanced at your face, and tried to smile. Not too successful, as he had a whole dick in his mouth.

As he bobbed his head up and down, you threw the bed sheets of yourselves, seeing Hoshiumi in all of his glory. You could see his naked, well-built body, laying in the mattress. His hips were rocking, frotting his cock into the blanket under him, and the crack of his ass was covered in lube.

“You had it all planned out, didn’t you?” You crackled, reaching for his head to stroke his hair. With a pop, he lifted himself out of your cock, stroking it slightly next to his face.

“You promised to fuck my brains out after the game, didn’t you?” He lifted his head back to your tip, teasing it with his tongue, circling it in just the way that made you go insane. “I want my prize”

In a whim, you lifted yourself off the bed, pining Hoshiumi down it. Your cock, hard as a rock, was now teasing Korai’s hole, smearing your precum and mixing with the lube. His eyes softened, morphing into his characteristic ‘I want cock’ face you were so weak to.

Finally, your cock pushed into his wet and tight hole, making him scream out lewd moans. You gritted your teeth near his neck and shoulder, your groans littering his ears as you pushed into him at a hornily fast pace.

“Wanted your prize?” You whimpered into his ear, pushing your cock into his sweet spot, making sure Korai was so loud he woke up their neighbors.

“Y-yes! I want it so ba-AGH!” Korai moaned loudly, feeling how your cock tore apart his insides, and letting himself drown in the pleasure.

You pushed as deep as you physically could, locking eyes into him, feeling how his insides pulsated around you, pushing you further into ecstasy.

“Well, here it is”

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Kageyama Tobio:

Last night was an absolute party, you thought.

Your boyfriend came back from Italy to play as Japan’s main setter for the fourth year in a row! The whole stadium was in an electrifying mood, watching and keeping count of all the game, as you did as well with your man.

When the game ended, you got invited to an after-party, and you accepted to go without any hesitation. The party was mainly relatives of the players, as the actual players wanted to remain sober because they had another game literally the next fucking day (lmao). But you still dragged your boyfriend into the party.

You didn’t push him to drink, as he almost never did, and he just kept to himself in a couch, watching how you got absolutely demolished with two bottles of alcohol in your hands, and someone pouring another down your face and throat. And somehow, with that drunk look of your he got horny.

In the morning after you guys came back to your hotel room, he got to work.

He lifted himself off the bed, and carefully positioned himself over you, his legs almost trapping your hips. Carefully, he lowered himself until his groin touched yours, and he started to grind himself off your cock.

In a smooth, slow motion, he rocked his hips back and forth, sending pleasure sparks up his body. He grabbed the bedsheets and clenched them, trying to ground himself to a faster speed. In a few moments he became a whimpering mess, broken moans and pleas were spitted out of him, also in an attempt to wake you up, to no avail.

When he felt your hard cock rising, he got off your pelvis down to your knees, removing the clothing off your penis to set it free. After positioning himself, he grabbed your cock at half mast and began to stroke it. In a whim, you became harder, starting to leak precum.

Tobio quickly removed his underwear, tossing it somewhere, and positioned himself above your cock. Slowly, he lowered himself, and your dick started to push through his hole. The stretch of his entrance, how it was moving up him, brushing in his sweetest places and moaning was all in Kageyama’s mind.

After a few moments he bottomed out, feeling how your pulsing dick was growing even harder inside him. With no much thought in mind, he started to ride you, moving his hips up and down, your shaft and tip caressing his prostate, which made him lose himself in ecstasy.

In a fuzzy view, you woke up to your boyfriend moaning and whimpering a whole lot, riding your cock and his tits bouncing up and down. As Kageyama was lost in pleasure, he didn’t see you waking up. All he felt was a sudden warmth in his left pectoral.

When he glanced down, he saw your hand, squeezing on the muscle, before your fingers played and fiddled with his nipple. This was the last straw for Tobio, cumming on the spot, splurging in your face and chest.

“How naughty…” You whispered, seeing your usually calm boyfriend all worked up and horny only by your penis. Your hands grabbed both sides of his hips before you started to slam into him relentlessly.

His moans augmented exponentially, shouting his lewdness out into the room, fearing someone might hear them. In fact, it made you go faster.

“We have all morning, dear”

[vrtualseraph]

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[chokkzou]

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[grimquil]

The past few weeks had been… odd.Sokka had always been a terrible liar, but lately he’d been trying anyway, and failing spectacularly. Whenever you stopped by his workshop — the small wooden hut he’d claimed near the edge of the Southern Water Tribe village — he would freeze mid-motion.

Tools would clatter. His face would flush. A thin sheen of sweat would appear on his brow even though the forge wasn’t that hot. He always looked like he’d been caught stealing moon peaches from Gran Gran’s kitchen.

You’d lean in the doorway and ask, casually, “Everything okay in here?”

And every single time Sokka would straighten up too fast, flash that bright, nervous grin, and say, “Yep! Totally fine. Just working on some new boomerang designs. Super secret. Top inventor stuff. You know how it is.”

He’d even started holding his breath when you got too close to his workbench, like he was terrified you’d see whatever was hidden under the leather cloth. You tried not to let it bother you. Sokka had always been passionate about his inventions. But the guilt in his eyes every time you left the workshop started to weigh on you.

By the time the sun began to set that evening, you were a little irritated. You walked out to the cliffs at the edge of the village — the special spot only the two of you knew about. The snow crunched softly under your boots as you sat on the familiar flat rock, watching the sky bleed into soft pinks and golds over the icy sea.You didn’t turn when you heard footsteps behind you.

You already knew that familiar gait.Sokka sat down right beside you, so close he was practically half in your lap. His shoulder pressed against yours, his thigh warm against your own despite the cold. For a long moment he was quiet, which was never a good sign with him. He kept fidgeting with something in his pocket.

Finally, he pulled it out.It was a pendant.Beautifully carved from dark walrus ivory and polished bone, inlaid with small pieces of deep blue lapis and silver that caught the dying sunlight.

The design was unmistakably Water Tribe, but with engraved swirls and wavr-like patterns. In the center was a small, intricately symbol, but modified. Almost like a boomerang. Stronger. More personal.Your heart did something strange in your chest.

You told yourself to calm down, but the pendant kept catching the light, demanding your attention.Sokka cleared his throat, voice unusually soft.

“I’ve been working on this for weeks,” he admitted, fingers trembling slightly as he held it up. “That’s why I was being so weird. I wanted it to be perfect. I kept messing up the carvings because my hands wouldn’t stop shaking every time I thought about doing this.”

He turned to face you fully, golden light painting his face.“I love you. Like… stupid amounts. More than I ever thought I could love anyone. You make me feel safe even when the world is falling apart. You laugh at my dumb jokes, you put up with my crazy ideas, and you make me want to be better every single day.” His voice cracked a little.

He cleared his throat.“So… will you marry me?”

The words hung in the cold air between you.You said yes.Sokka’s whole face lit up with that bright, boyish grin you loved so much. He leaned in and kissed you hard, laughing shakily against your mouth as he carefully fastened the pendant around your neck. His fingers brushed your skin with reverence.

Later that night, the fire in your shared hut crackled warmly.Sokka was underneath you, legs wrapped tight around your waist as you moved inside him. The pace was slow and deep, intimate. Every thrust drew a soft, breathy moan from his throat.

His hands gripped your back, nails lightly dragging down your skin as he pulled you closer.You were buried to the hilt, rolling your hips in long, luxurious strokes that made his thighs tremble. The pendant you now wore swayed gently with every movement, the carved bone and silver catching the firelight as it rested against your chest.Sokka’s eyes fluttered open.

His gaze locked onto the pendant.A powerful wave of pride and love washed over his face. His breath hitched. He reached up with one hand, fingers brushing reverently over the pendant where it lay against your skin — his mark on you, visible for the whole world to see.

“Spirits…” he whispered, voice rough with emotion and pleasure. “You’re really mine.”You leaned down and kissed him deeply as you kept moving, grinding against that spot inside him that made his back arch. Sokka moaned into your mouth, legs tightening around you as the pleasure built.

He looked wrecked in the best way — cheeks flushed, hair messy, lips swollen from kissing. But every few seconds his eyes would drift back to the pendant, that proud, almost possessive shine returning to his gaze.You thrust deeper, slower, savoring the way he clenched around you.

Sokka’s head fell back against the furs, a broken moan escaping him as his body started to tremble.“I’m so close—” he gasped.You kept the same devastating rhythm,he was still watching the way the pendant moved against your chest with every thrust. Sokka’s eyes stayed fixed on it until pleasure finally overwhelmed him.

He came with a choked cry, pulsing between your bodies as his walls squeezed tight around you. The sight and feeling of him pushed you over the edge right after. You buried yourself deep and came hard, filling him as he held you close, legs locked around your waist.

For a long while afterward, you stayed like that — still inside him, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in. Sokka’s fingers kept tracing the pendant around your neck, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

“Mine,” he whispered again, almost to himself, pressing a soft kiss just below the carved ivory.You kissed him back, slow and tender, the fire crackling beside you as snow fell gently outside.

@belladonna6-6-6 . Sorry. I lowkey thought i posted this it was in my drafts. I'll give u the honour of coming up with the title . Love ya❤️❤️

[chokkzou]

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[productofabaker]

ᝰ.ᐟ𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑼︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

PASTRY OF THE DAY ! : Heart-Shaped Jam Tarts 🫀 Vil x M!Reader

DESCRIPTION ! : You’ve been serving a certain regular for a few nights now, little did you know, his intentions on seeing you weren’t quite as pure as they seemed. It’s too bad you’re too into it to complain.

INGREDIENTS ! : CW!Blood, Vamp!Vil, Minimal Plot, Slight Dubcon, Sub!Top!Reader, Dom!Bott!Vil, Vampire AU, Noncanon (duh), Mild Roleplaying (Customer x Server), Blowjob, Nipple Play, Breeding Kink, Belly Bulge

A/N: totally didnt like imagine this while listening to a certain katy perry song.... hweuhuehuehue....

Human blood isn't by any means a delicacy for vampires. Of course it isn't, there were many humans to pick and drain their blood from after all. However, Vil Schoenheit, with all his luxurious needs, had specific cravings he had to satisfy. Unluckily for you, your blood was just right for his palate from your smell alone, and far too enticing not to have a taste of.

He met you at a Michelin-starred restaurant, a more experienced server who always had everything under control and a suavity when tending to your customers. Vil was hooked immediately the night you first served him. Your smile was so charming and polite, and when he asked you to pour him a glass of your best wine, you did so without any effort at all.

He watched hungrily as your muscles flexed under your work shirt's sleeve, imagining how you'd taste if he bit into your biceps right here, right now. You’d probably taste heavenly, as heavenly as your scent.

Vil felt the undeniable craving to drain you of all your sweet blood, just like the alcohol you so effortlessly filled his glass with—gone with haste to sate his drooling tongue.

...

With that goal set in stone, he finally decided enough was enough and made his first move, pouncing on his beloved prey. Yes, Vil Schoenheit may be a patient man, but patience was a virtue, and he was no virtuous vampire when it came to humans he wanted.

At first, you were scared, terrified, even. But you couldn’t deny the throb of your cock as he pressed you against the hard brick wall, well-kept, smooth hands at your neck as he stared at you with pupils fully dilated.

"Hush, my darling… I'm simply here to… dine in and feast on your restaurant's special meal of the night." His tone was sultry, almost slurring his words.

You had been ambushed by the pretty blonde in the alleyway while you were trying to throw the garbage. Despite the absolute fear running through your veins, you felt this allure to him. You fell right into his trap, yet instead of fighting back, you were baring your neck as an offering.

Vil made no attempt at a charm nor did he cast any vampiric magic at all, and yet here you are, willingly showing him your throat; you even spoke in that sweet 'professional' tone of yours, made even more endearing by your stutters.

"Ah… th-then please enjoy your meal, sir." And who was he to deny you?

Now that you’ve given him such explicit permission to feed off of you, he couldn’t help but fall even harder, "Oh, if you insist, (Name)…"

Vil pressed against you, feeling the way your thick cock was straining against your slacks, sandwiched by his lower abdomen. Gods, he must have you.

Without any more honeyed words, he leaned in, fangs right above your goosebump-riddled skin. He could hear your heart racing—you were afraid, and yet you didn’t run. How sweet. A bunny in the jaws of a wolf, yet to be eaten whole, ruthlessly—ravenously.

His tongue traced up your Adam's apple, smirking as he felt it bob at your gulp. "Absolutely adorable, darling..." He whispered.

Vil inhaled deeply, ingraining every detail of your delectable scent into his memory. But the poor vampire couldn't wait much longer as he finally sunk he teeth into your soft flesh, biting down right where your neck and shoulder met, drawing a breathy gasp from your lips as your calloused hands grabbed at his shoulders, your grip firm.

To his delight, your blood was ten times as delicious as your smell implied, overwhelming him with each greedy gulp, and drowning out his thoughts until all that remained was to feed—to drink.

He let out a shaky exhale through his nose as his hands rested at your hips, holding you close as his fangs dug deeper. He could rip off your flesh and eat it if he were so savage, sadly, he wasn't, unlike the other brutish vampires he knew of.

You were feeling lightheaded now, your mouth parted and your eyes falling shut.

"Ahhh... a-are you... enjoying your meal, s-sir..?" You asked regardless of your pathetic state.

The blonde laughed at your concern, willing himself to pull away with much difficulty. He wasn't done, but he knew he had to keep you alive; you were going to be his new blood bag after all, and so much more.

“Mhm, yes I am,” he licked his lips, hand dragging downward to palm at your obvious boner.

You whine at the friction, practically grinding back against Vil’s teasing touch, “Th—ah!~that’s good to hear, s-mmhh—sir….”

“I think I’d like my dessert now,” he purred his words, undoing your pants and pulling out your cock from your boxers.

“A-ah— wait…” You shuddered, breaths coming out in quick pants as you held onto Vil’s wrist, eyes downcast in the concrete ground in shame.

The vampire tilted his head, “Hm? What’s wrong, love?” He used his thumb to stroke the prominent vein on the side of your sex.

"Can we move somewhere e-else...? I can't serve your dessert here."

Looking around, this was quite an unappetizing place for Vil to have his desert. And so, conceding to your request, he laughed in amusement before saying, "That's true... perhaps I can have my dessert to-go then?"

With a gasp, you were suddenly transported to an unfamiliar place, your back now against something far softer than a brick wall, and feeling rather expensive as well.

The insatiable vampire didn't even give you any time to adjust as he began undoing your clothes, ridding you of your horribly-fashioned server uniform. He stripped you completely bare, making your hair stand on its ends from the cold air around you.

A shiver ran up your spine, not just from the cold, but from the piercing purple eyes that fell upon you, drinking you in, trailing down the expanse of your newly exposed body.

The smirk on Vil's lips only widened as he reached to stroke your already hardened cock, significantly bigger now. He wondered internally how you ever fit that in your pants.

You only mustered a soft moan, almost bucking your hips like a pathetic, horny man—which in this case, you both were. "Vil—ah!~"

He licked his lips and shifted downward, eager to get a taste of your dick. "My, my... tell the head chef he has my praise, will you? My dessert looks absolutely delightful..."

The vampire started by licking the underside of your dick, an odd sensation as his tongue felt almost cold in contrast to your hot, sensitive sex.

"Fuck... ah... your tongue feels good, sir—"

He had you gripping the sheets as his sharp fangs teased your skin, digging in almost to nick you. The pain, oddly enough felt like a burning pleasure, involuntarily, you cum just from that, spurting a hefty amount right onto the vampire's face.

Luckily, he didn't seem to care, in fact, he looked delighted to be a recipient of your facial. He giggled, eyes locking onto yours as he licked his lips, digging back in to suckle on your tip, cleaning you off and getting you nice and hard again for him to use further.

"Mmmm..." He moaned in delight, "Your semen tastes as delectable as your blood, my dear." His tongue lapped at the cum that had dribbled down the sides of your cock.

The sight made you exhale shakily; you could cum again right now just from Vil's unabashedness. "M-may I touch you as well?" Your request was simple, but by the Gods did you crave to have your hands on him instead of these sheets—all along you had restrained yourself, all for nothing as Vil's eyes shone a mischievous glint.

"You need not my permission, darling..." He crawled upward, holding himself above you as his hand took your wrist, guiding your hand down his low-collared shirt, right against his hardened nipple. "Go on. Touch me."

And so you did, groping at his chest, drawing out maddening noises from his lips. You rolled the poor bud between your index and thumb, making his back arch, grinding himself against your boner, drawing friction to sate his own neediness.

You could feel him hard against his slacks, about to burst from the tight fabric. "You're quite sensitive here," you muttered, mostly to yourself, gaining a half-hearted glare from the vampire above you.

He didn't respond as you pinched his nipple harder. You were almost tempted to start playing with the neglected bud, but Vil pinned your other hand down, and as if reading your mind, sneered, "Don't you even—ah!" His hands shook as he grinded down harder against you.

At this point, you were both painfully hard and in need of a release, so you tugged at the vampire's nipple, making him collapse as his arms gave way, burying his face into your shoulder, smearing your own cum on you. The pleasure from your fingers seemed to electrify him. You chuckled at how sensitive he was.

You turned your head to whisper into Vil's ear, "Your dessert's getting cold, sir..."

Vil huffed out a chuckle, "Hm... how about a drink to refresh my palate first?" He licked up your neck, over the same puncture wounds he had inflicted just a moment before.

A shiver ran down your spine, yet your eagerness took over once more, "Yes—take my blood, sir."

You could feel his lips curl upward and then open slowly, his breath cold on your neck. His teeth found the same position, and as his arms gripped onto your shoulders, legs bracketing your hips, he drank from you once more. As he savored each gulp, you could feel yourself slipping from sobriety, a drunken haze washing over your entire body.

The horniness you felt before was enhanced, and you found your hands on Vil's slacks, hastily undoing his clothes while the vampire took more of your blood.

He hummed as he felt your hands on his skin, his clothes undone but yet to be discarded.

As he finally pulled away from you, he made haste to take off his clothes, each article thrown precariously into the air and out of sight.

Finally, in all his glory, Vil Schoenheit revealed himself to you—a porcelain figure of pure beauty, it was as if an angel were in front of you, if it weren't for your blood stained on his lips.

Without a second to spare, he reached over to the side to the bedsite table on his right. As he pulled the drawer open, he pulled out a vial, lube was all that came to mind, but by the pinkish color of it, you were more than excited for what was in store.

Vil poured a generous amount onto your cock, and immediately, you could feel its effects taking hold. All you could think about now was fucking Vil senseless, yet you remained pliant, because you were a server first, here to make sure your customer was well satisfied.

"What... is that...?" Your words slurred as you tried to speak, light-headed still from the blood taken from you

The vampire only continued preparations, using that same liquid to work himself open for you, eager to have you inside him as much as you were eager to penetrate him.

He moaned as he stretched himself, the liquid quickly heightening his sensitivity. He pressed his fingers up against every sweet spot he knew, he couldn't wait to discover more with your massive rod. Vil bit his lip and spent just a few more minutes really fingering himself ready.

In your haze, you leaned your head to the side, breathing slowly. You were completely relaxed, completely at Vil's mercy.

Looking at you through his long, blonde lashes, Vil pulled his fingers out, eyes rolling back for a second as a soft moan slipped from his lips. "Mmm..."

He looked down at your cock, standing proud, ready to be enveloped by Vil's velvet walls. The vampire positioned himself above it, sucking in a breath as he impaled himself onto you, body going rigid. The descent wasn't an easy feat, each inch he took in had him gripping your shoulders for support, nails digging in and drawing blood, only spurring Vil on to take you whole.

Whimpers, moans, and gasps all flew from the blonde's lips, looking as disheveled as you were. You, meanwhile, were in heaven, hands lazily on Vil's hips, not to push down, instead there to simply ground him as he worked his way down your lengthy dick.

The way Vil felt around you was better than anything you had tried before; his hole just kept sucking you in, methodically pulsing around you as if he were committing your cock to memory, making sure each bump and ridge was felt in his walls.

"[Y/N]...~" He moaned out as he finally reached the bottom of your dick, fully sat with your entire length inside him, his own cock a leaking mess, cum already having come from it without even noticing.

He looked delighted, catching his breath as he got used to the feel of your overwhelmingly fulfilling presence within him. He was right. You were the perfect human for him. He needed to keep you by his side forever. You aren't able to ever leave his side.

Maybe it was just the potent aphrodisiac, but damn did he wish he had the right assets to bear your children.

As his eyes fluttered shut, he began to move, willing himself to rise up despite the ache in his limbs. Your cock slipping almost fully out of him felt just as good as when you entered, your cock tip so bulbous he couldn't pull himself off without great effort—not that he wanted to.

Then, he slid back down in one drop, sputtering out all sorts of profanities as you managed to hit even deeper inside him. "Oh my... f...—" A fresh spurt of cum stained your stomach along with the sheets, his hole tightening around you, making you groan, orgasm just over the horizon, so damn close.

You could feel a subtle tremor as Vil sucked in shallow breaths. Even after cumming twice now, he managed to start a steady pace, moving up and down your cock. His pace, however, was too slow for your liking, and so to help him, you started thrusting upward in time with his bounces, making both of you feel even more pleasure.

You were so close to your climax, but you were always slow to reach it. The worst part was that you could feel it building up, ready to burst, ready to fill Vil with.

But being a vampire didn't mean being infinitely strong. Soon enough, his legs gave out, and he couldn't keep up, cumming weakly as his dick twitched pitifully.

Without anything needing to be said, you took over, body working on pure need as you laid him down, legs on your shoulders as you pistoned into him with one goal in mind: to fill him up with your cum.

Vil cried out as he gripped whatever was closest, and luckily for you, it was his sheets instead of your back. You focused on reaching your own release, thrusts relentless as you indulged in the vampire's addicting hole.

The blonde was rendered speechless, yet melodic, lewd sounds continued to escape him, feeding into your animalistic urge to fuck him.

You could feel it as clear as day now. Your climax quickly approaching. Eager to satisfy this impudent vampire's nightly cravings, you deepened your thrusts, lifting his hips for a new angle.

The pressure built up within you, a wine bottle just about to burst open. Then, with one last deep plunge inside Vil, you finally came, a hot burst that filled the vampire up in all the ways he wanted you to.

Vil let out a loud, guttural moan, and as you looked down at him, you watched the way his cum-stained face contorted in absolute pleasure. As your eyes wandered downward, your heart skipped a beat as you found a subtle bump in the vampire's lower abdomen, a result of the copious amount of semen you had just planted within him.

Safe to say, your most loyal patron was thoroughly satisfied tonight.

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» sub!bottom!characters x dom!top!reader

» Twisted Wonderland

» suggestive, acting provocative to caught your attention, teasing you

જ⁀➴ Trey Clover

There is a fine line between just being affectionate and trying to be provocative with Trey, ironically, the more attention you pay the easier is tor realice wich one is he expression. After all, when he is trying to be provocative his gaze linger longer on you, taking the time to appreciate every details of you, passing from your eyes to your lips, slowly getting lost on you as his eyes travel down, taking a small peek at the skin that your clothes let see, his eyes scanning you with so much attention like if you were the most important thing in his life, a complex puzzle to resolve, he does more than dating you with his eyes and he doesn't even hide it, giving you a smile that is seconds away from being a full shameless smirk when you catch him, and when just seeing you isn't enough he reached out for you, gently brushing your hair from your face just as a excuse to touch you, his fingers lingering longer than necesary, more gentle and tender to be a simple gesture. But there are times where he is bolder, where he wants to be more of a tease and start to show off, making sure you have your eyes on him before rolling up his sleeves, knowing exactly he is doing by taking his time, pushing up his glasses and making sure to steal a glance at you, sometimes even fixing his hair, such small gestures that still can be so effective, specially when he knows exactly how to provoke you, the only thing left is to see how much you will be able to handle before dragging him away and make him pay for what he have done

જ⁀➴ Vil Schoenheit

It is delightful for Vil to have your eyes on him, he knows he is beautiful, there is not doubt of that, but to have your eyes on him it is just too good, it amuses him and also excites him, and it is exactly because of that that he is so shamelessly when he tried to be seductive, of course he never does it in public because that is not someone to be seen by any other eyes that it isn't yours, and because of you two are in private there is really not a reason to stop by just the teasing, isn't it? Besides, he knows too well how to catch yoru attention, to keep your eyes on him as he puts up his make up, making sure your eyes doesn't leave his lips, to lead your eyes across his body as he pass his hands throughs his clothes with the excuse of fixing them, making sure that you lost yourself in his figure before he call out for you, there is no doubt that he will tease you for it, even if it was his plan and it does flattered him just as much as it make him feel a bit turned on, but it is just that he loves having your eyes on him, and since it have worked he isn't exactly thinking on letting things to stop here

જ⁀➴ Jamil Viper

Realicing how much power him (and his body) has over you has been equally annoying as fascinating, after all, no matter how much he tries to deny it Jamil loves having your undivided attention on him, and not only that but the fun he has with knowing that he can have your whole attention and desires directed to him and still be able to make you wait does make it is more than how he likes to admit. Whenever he is in the mood nothing stops Jamil from provoking you, it makes his endless work more satisfing, something to look forward once he gets to have some free time because at least this way will be you the one searching for him and making up excuses to have him all to yourself, it is like a little game for him, to be discreet while also keeping your eyes on him, to make sure that only you get his real intentions when he take a moment to stretch out, flexing his arms, arching his back ever so slighly, sometimes getting even bolder and leaning over more than necesary, to caught your attention, to be a tease and look at you with that triumphant smile when you fall in his little trap, he is having so much fun with you, specially because he knows that the real things hasn't even started yet

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step dad toji .ᐟ

m. reader

may be ooc

In the kitchen below, the faint, rhythmic clink of a spoon against ceramic drifted through the floorboards—a domestic, innocent sound that made the air upstairs feel twice as thick. Your mother was just a few yards away, humming a mindless tune, completely oblivious to the way the bed groaned under the weight of your frantic pace.

You panted harshly, sweat stinging your eyes as you gazed down at toji. You didn't stop. you couldn't. You were lost in the sloppy, desperate rhythm, focused entirely on the tight, pulsing heat of him as he tried to draw even more of you inside.

A smug, jagged smirk tugged at the corner of tojis scarred lips, even as he bucked beneath you to swallow a groan. He kept his voice to a rough, whisper. "Careful, sweetheart," he rasped, his fingers digging into your hips until they bruised. "Keep that up and she might just catch on to what a filthy boy she's got. Nngh, fuck... you feel incredible."

The risk was like adrenaline. Your eyes flashed, a dark delight blooming in your chest at his vulgar words. "Maybe I want her to hear," you challenged, leaning down until your breath hitched against his ear. "Maybe I want her to see exactly how much her husband craves this. I bet she’d be shocked to see him like this, wouldn't she?"

He reached up, his thumb catching your bottom lip and tugging it down, his eyes dark with a predatory focus. "You're shaking," he observed, a dark, triumphant smirk ghosting his lips as he felt you tremble around him. "Is it the thought of her walking in, or are you just realizing how badly I need you?”

He didn't wait for an answer. He shifted his grip, his thick thighs locking around your waist to anchor you as he began rutting his hips to match your thrusts.

toji let out a sharp, breathless chuckle that was suddenly cut short as a powerful thrust sent a hot liquid that coated his walls, flooding his core and making his head hit the pillow hard. His back arched off the sheets, eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he looked up at you with a mix of awe and lust. He reached down with a trembling hand, a finger pressing firmly against his entrance to catch the leakage and shove it back in, desperate to stay in control.

"Fuck, kid... you're trying to kill me," toji panted, a breathless, genuine laugh catching in his throat. He didn't pull away, instead, his legs tightened around your waist, keeping you there. "You've got a hell of a lot of nerve doing this while she's right under us." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a vibration against your skin. "But if you want more, you better be quiet, sweetheart. Can’t have mommy hearing what a hungry little slut you are for daddy."

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Ikezawa Hiroshi from The Person Sitting Next to Me Looking at Me With Perverted Eyes

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A HUMAN'S TOUCH

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pairing: top/seme male reader x denji

premise: denji sleeping with you initially for the money, but then becoming attached to the comfort that comes with it 

featuring: 'sugaring' relationship (sex4money), oral, mentions of masturbation, anal play, penetration, explored sexuality, mentions of the importance of consent, overstimulation, subspace, use of safe word, praising, & mentions of negative sexual experiences

postscript: denji keeps on getting manipulated by women because his real soulmate is a man, and you can't fight me on that 🗣 like usual, smut is at the bottom. the first portion is just storyline and SFW content angel devil is my next chainsaw man victim, TRUST 🙏🙏

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SFW:

- denji, who was approached by you while strolling the hallways of the corporate building he worked in. he'd just gotten done speaking with makima about a new mission and possible date, so he was in a rather pleasant mood already. his mental planning for locations they could go to was halted, however, when he heard a voice call his name from the other side of the hall. "ah, you're denji, right?" you inquired, slightly jogging your way over to the other male. "uhm, yeah," he hesitantly answered, more focused on trying to scan you out than immediately responding to your questions.

- denji, who unintentionally checked you while looking for any signs of familiarity. he quickly discovered, though, after looking at you, that you absolutely were not a part of the public safety devil hunters organization. the suit you were wearing was distinctively far more expensive than his, you had top-tier dress shoes on, and the way your hair was styled presented that of class and wealth. though he had grown up in poverty, denji could clearly tell that there was an economic class difference between the two of you. if he knew any better, there wouldn't even be a reason for you to be stepping foot, much less working, for the organization. you didn't seem to be lacking money or support from what he could tell.

- denji, who was too caught up sizing you up to realize when you had finished talking and were now awaiting a response from him. "oh, uh, sorry. I got distracted," he muttered out, weakly looking to the side as a dust of pink covered his cheeks. he convinced himself it was embarrassment that had him turning red and timid, but in the back of his mind he knew that wasn't completely true. it was enough to be caught not paying attention to someone’s word, yet it was a completely different one when it came to someone that was attractive too. you probably got so many chicks to take on dates with a mug like that. not that he cared. you were a dude anyways, and he was totally not into them!

- denji, who actually listened this time when you reintroduced yourself, verifying his earlier assumption that you weren't one of the employees of the corporation, but an investor instead. "I sometimes like to pass by to make sure that the place I'm putting my funds into is thriving," you quipped, a small smile taking place on your features. shit, you even had a nice smile. way more charming than his. how many girls did you swoop in on with that grin? fuck, why did he keep thinking about that? he shouldn't care in the slightest since he didn't like guys. "are you free right now?" you prodded further, tilting your head to the side as you awaited a reply. "hm? oh, no. I was actually just about to go to lunch," he retorted, scratching the back of his head as he broke the eye contact between the two of you again. jesus, he was never this anxious around anyone else, much less complete strangers. why was he having such a hard time being relaxed around you? "could I take you to lunch? it'll all be on me!" you chirped.

- denji, who was taken out to lunch by you that same day. he hadn't known you less than 2 hours ago, but hey, a free meal was a free meal. he'll be damned if he passes that up. while munching down on the burger you'd ordered him, you instead stuck with a cup of tea. in the midst of the rather silent luncheon, you decided to finally break it. "denji, I must admit, I didn't come to you solely to buy you lunch," you started, swirling a small spoon in your cup. "I do have something I came here for." this piqued denji’s attention, making him rip his eyes away from his meal to look up at you. he knew that you didn't approach him just for nothing, but he also wasn't expecting you to be so direct about what business you had with him. "well?" he urged forward, cleaning the leftover food around his mouth with the back of his hand. "what is it?" as you put your drink down, you finally look back up at him to meet his gaze. "I have a kind of arrangement that I would like to do with you."

- denji, who started this 'arrangement' with you a week after you approached him at his job. you told him he didn't have to do it every single time you called, but with the amount you were paying him, he honestly would've shown up even if he was at death’s door. the deal had been that you would pay him a hefty wage, as well as buy him whatever meal he wanted that day—and in exchange you would use his body for a few hours. he wasn't overly hyped for the idea of you touching him and possibly losing his virginity to a dude. however, you verified that nothing you two would be doing would result in him losing it—at least not the one he cared about anyways.

- denji, who met up with you on one of his days off, going into the session with a mindset of just needing to get it done fast and then forget about it. with how many bad instances he's had in the romantic and intimate part of his life, he wasn't going to let there be any possibility for you to give him any more trauma in that department. he'd already thought up all the worst-case scenarios and how he'd react in them so that nothing occurred that he wasn't prepared for.

- denji, who for the first time actually felt comfortable and at ease in an intimate experience. he didn't feel like him feeling good or being treated like a human was conditional or something that only mattered if someone could get something out of him. even if he couldn't go to the extremes you wanted on his first time, you didn't show any anger or disappointment. though it might've seemed like the normal thing to do for you, it was something that deeply stuck with him.

- denji, who still went on dates with miss makima because he thought that what you two had was a no-strings-attached type of deal. however, he eventually started to mentally log out of the dates and started busying his mind thinking about something—or better, someone—else. he’d start wondering about what you were doing and if you had any plans to call him later on that day. he secretly hoped you did; he hadn’t said it out loud yet, but he definitely felt himself falling for your charm and appeal, harboring a small crush for you. 

- denji, who convinced himself that he was going to your guys' arrangements strictly for the money, even though in reality he actually liked the comfort and safety he felt with you.

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- denji, who was actually shocked when you asked for direct consent from him before touching him. with how many times he’s just taken any sort of kinship that was handed to him—willingly or unwillingly—he was at a loss of words when you actually gave him a choice of whether or not to receive it. he brushed it off by giving back a snarky remark, something along the lines of “well, we’re not gonna get anywhere if I say no, are we?” to that, you’d lean down to his level and gently grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “nothing is going to be done if you don’t want it. I don’t want you to think you’re being forced into this,” you plainly stated, dropping your hand from his face before rising back to your full stature. “now, are you okay with this or not?” giving a small nod and a verbal ‘yes,’ you finally started touching him.

- denji, who looked absolutely pathetic the first time you stimulated his cock. you were aware that he was inexperienced, so you began by doing something simple, such as blowing him. you alternated between your hands and mouth, feeling both out to see how he’d react. it didn’t matter either way, since just the fact that you were touching his dick at all was enough to have him squirming. he wasn’t able to hold out for long, eventually finishing all over your closed palm, giving a weak “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” while still riding his high. what a considerate boy he is.  

- denji, who let you finger him and play with his cock on your first meeting. he was on your bed, lying on his back with his legs slightly spread as you massaged two of your fingers into his hole, using your other hand to stimulate his dick. he was getting used to you touching his genitalia, though he didn't fully understand the need for you to go into his back door since he didn't feel anything there—"aghhh, ahh-ahh~" the boy let out a strangled moan as you suddenly touched a part in his anus that made him see stars. "found it," you huffed out, repeatedly moving your fingers to graze the area that had gotten you a reaction. 

- denji, who was brought to tears and was drooling like crazy from you giving him double the stimulation from both ends. at one point, he subconsciously grabbed on to you due to not knowing how to deal with the feeling. "it's okay," you purred into his ear, leaving a gentle array of kisses on his cheeks and temple. "it feels good, right? just relax into the feeling; nothing bad is going to happen." he tried breathing as best as he could to try and calm down his now shaking frame. unfortunately, it worked to no avail, especially since you wouldn't let up on fingering his ass and jerking him off. it was hard to even think with how good everything felt, much less remember how to properly breathe.

- denji, who called out his safe word due to an overload of sensations. although it wasn't a bad experience, it was just genuinely too much for him, especially for his first ever session. can you blame him, though? he came into this thinking he would come out with some sort of new trauma or cringe memory, but instead he found out that there were new emotions and physical sensations he could feel during sex that were insanely good. "r-red, red," he choked out, hoping that his voice was loud enough to be heard. his eyes were blurred by tears at this point, so the poor baby couldn't even see you. "m/n, I'm sorry I can't do this anymore." you, of course, immediately pulled back, reaching for a towel to clean him up and a water bottle so that he could hydrate himself. though the action of you retreating and getting objects to help him recover were common courtesy to you, that was a moment that entirely stuck with him. you were kind, you were gentle, and you were understanding and okay with taking no for an answer.

- denji, who called you again 2 days after your first session, insisting it was just that he needed the money to pay for something, when in reality he wanted to be held by you again. he'd tried stimulating himself the same way you did during the time away from you, but he just couldn't replicate it the same way you did. also, it didn't help he lived with two other people, so any privacy to do any of the sorts was practically impossible to attain.

- denji, who decided to take charge in the next session. instead of waiting for you to lay him down and start touching him, he took his own pants and boxers off, lying face down with his hips in the air this time. "just hurry it up already," he'd murmur, acting as if it was a hassle to do this in the first place, when in reality he was just desperate to have your hands on him again. putting his whole face into a pillow, the boy would close his eyes and actually force himself to steadily breathe this time, because he didn't want to halt the pleasure like last time. 

- denji, who would have his mental state broken due to the overload of pleasure you'd provide him with. you'd decide to finally get serious with him and do full penetration. he'd have such a hard time handling it. not the act of taking you in, because you would've stretched him out enough to properly take you, but more about handling everything that comes afterwards. you'd start with a slow pace but eventually build your way up to a steady rhythm.

- denji, who wouldn't be saying much but would be feeling everything. you would've gotten a bit concerned with how silent he is and checked on him to make sure he was doing well. "you holding up okay? you haven't made a sound since I started moving." the words came out casual, but you started to get even more worried when he wasn't responding. halting your movement, you'd lean over to pick his head up from the pillow, only to see the most lewd expression ever presented.

- denji, who was flushed with tear streaks going down his face and a runny nose. a complete mess, really. your heart nearly skipped a beat from just how erotic his face looked. "give me your arms, denji," you quietly demanded, not waiting for a response before reaching down to grab him by his forearms, forcing him to be upright while you plowed him from behind. using his arms as leverage, you thrust your shaft into him with all your force, making sure to snap your hips at an angle that hits his g-spot. 

- denji, who couldn't use the pillows to hide his face or moans anymore, letting them out into the air as you relentlessly pounded into him. he could feel his senses giving out; everything was becoming too much again. yet, this time he didn't want to stop. he wanted you to keep going and to never stop. he loved this—loved the feeling of you filling him and owning his body. he liked having sex with you so much that he didn't mind if this arrangement the pair of you had continued to happen forever. 

- denji, who is so sensitive to orgasming that after he climaxes one or two times, he's immediately pulled into subspace. when he falls into that state of mind, you stop all prior actions and focus on making sure he’s okay, not wanting to shift the moment into a bad one. you'd hold him close, drawing circles into his skin with your thumb and whispering reassuring words into his ear. it's not exactly easy to get him clean when he's in subspace, though, since he becomes ten times more clingy and dependent. if you get up to do anything—even if it's with the intention to help him—he'll immediately start shaking, making gestures to convey that he doesn't want you to leave his side. 

- denji, who eventually will start to forget that he's supposed to sleep with you for money and more so do it because of the connection and pure intimacy he feels being with you. he'd start changing up his schedule just to be able to meet with you more often throughout a week, asking you to pay for his work lunches nearly every day just so that he could 'pay you back' more frequently. he'd start offering to take care of you in one of the restaurant stalls or to go back to his place while power and aki are out on their own missions. if anything, it'd seem like he's more excited to give you his part of the deal than you are. not that there's any complaints coming from your end.

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kaiser sucking dick for the first time and crying !

“what’s wrong, are you scared?” you teased kaiser who was currently on the cusp of hyperventilating. “..’m not..” he rolled his eyes, sinking to his knees between your thighs.

you cocked your head to the side, cupping his chin. “yeah, of course.” you smiled down at him. he began slowly, teasingly working on your sweatpant strings. “you need help with—” “no.” kaiser cut you off, pulling your sweats down in one fell swipe.

you gasped when the cold air of the room hit your throbbing cock, hips bucking up into his face. kaiser ogled your length, gosh you were big. not bigger than him, but not small either..

kaiser grabbed the base of your shaft, “need me to help you now?” you asked, resting a light palm on the crown of his head. he didn’t reply, but his face told you everything.

you slipped your thumb between his lips, pressing down on his tongue to hold his mouth open. “open wide.” he complied easily, warm mouth opening slack. you guided your dick into his jaw, resting it on his tongue.

your cock laid heavy on his tongue as he closed his lips around the girthy flesh. “good boy.” you ran your fingers through his blue-blond hair, tangling in it.

kaiser gagged a little but didn’t pull off, he began bobbing his head up and down. “easy there.” you laid back on your arms, watching as the man between your thighs hollowed his cheeks out, taking more of you.

“you’re a natural at this, hard to believe it’s your first—hcck!” you were cut off by kaiser’s throat tightening around your cock like a vice, holding you captive. “oh fuck—just like that..”

it went on for hours, kaiser just couldn’t get enough of your cock. even after wringing out blanks from you, he loved the feeling of it in his mouth, in his throat, the taste of your salty pre and sweet cum sliding down his throat with each swallow.

“shit—! no more—” your back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around his head. kaiser had fat tears rolling down his cheek, mixing with your cum spilling around his lips in a lewd mixture.

he pulled off your cock, gasping. your cock twitched and jerked, spurting ropes of cum in his mouth, a messy fellatio, some of it dripping down his tongue.

“it’s so good, mmh..” he gulped down every bit of your seed before putting his mouth on you again, he took you deep into his raw throat, nose burying into your pelvis. his throat clamped around your twitching flesh, locking you right into place.

tears continued rolling down his full cheeks, dripping onto your thighs. you closed your eyes as kaiser continued ripping orgasms from you, you saw stars behind your eyelids just from how hard he was going down on you.

he just wasn’t letting you go, tongue flicking against the spot on your tip which was like a switch to make you cum down his throat like a leaking faucet.

gosh, so much for sucking dick for the “first” time. yeah, right.

a/n: LORDD someone requested this like 6 or 7 times in ym inbox omg..hope i did your req justice </3

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Addicted

» sub!bottom!Loki x dom!top!amab!reader

» Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

» 769 words

» madly in love and pathetic Loki, jerking off, fingering

It is almost surprising the way Loki loves you, to say that he is devoted is an understatement, he is completely addicted and smitten with you, for him you are one of a kind, unique, special, beautiful like nothing else, he may not say it directly but the way he is always seaking for you company, finding any excuse credible enough for you to just stay at his side, to love him, the way he is always trying to make you laugh and the way he slowly gets closer and closer gives him away, makes his feelings so painfully obvious, and yet, what you can see in the exterior it isn't even half of how deep and passionate his feelings truly are

Loki loves you shamelessly, with an intensity that no one else could ever hold for you, he is so addicted to your love that his own room has pretty much became a shrine of that same love, keeping all kind of things that either belongs to you or resemble you in a way, the exact perfume you use, some stolen clothes, images of you and even a mannequin that resembles you, all because missing you is too painful to handle, all because he is so addicted, so smitten and needy of you that even spending a moment without you have made him gone through withdrawal syndrome

But it is just that he is so smitten by your only existance that the moment you have indulgued him he was completely lost, under your mercy and for you to comand, even if he may never admit it directly or out loud he never denies his devotion to you, he is a trickster, of course he will never be clear when it comes to others, even when under the jokes and excuses he would never have the willpower to say 'no' to anything you ask him to do or be

Not when even the valhalla can't compare to your love, because the moment you hold him close, the moment you bless his existance with your love, when you kiss him and even make him truly feel in heaven, when you are oh so kind and merciful to indulge his desires and claim him as yours, when you make him feel what it is to be truly loved with the way you keep him close, stretching his inside and making him feel so good, marking him like if he was your property, filling him with you like if he wasn't already completely at your mercy, like if he needed more reasons to be in love with you

You will be the end of him, because after being truly in heaven in your arms, even if he has been used and nucked out he was sure of two things, one is that that is what truly love feels like, and second, that he would do anything to be loved by you again. Godness, it takes no time for Loki to grow more and more addicted, to need more and more, for your absence to become tortuous and each second with you away to be filled with his pitiful attempts to chace after you; when he can be at your side he is always trying to make you smile and maybe, just maybe, get you in a good mood so you would indulge him, if he can't trail after you he chaise after you by memory, hands roaming his skin like if it were you, trying so hard to evoke the memory of your lips, of your hands, of your voice whispering in his ear, even if it is to tease him or even laugh at his pitiful state he doesn't care, he just needs you

He is so addicted to you that his hands had learned the exact what you touch him, his hands trail after the memory of you to try to reach his release, holding his throbing cock and jerk him off, to finger his hole when that is not enough, to stuff himself with those toys he owns in an attempt to find anything that could compare enough to you for the moments he misses you, sitting on the mannequin of you or even kneeling down before your image to pleasure himself and hoping that by a miracle his moans and pleas will reach your ears, that you will come to his side and take mercy (or even pity) of him and help him out, to indulge him because he is so addicted to you that pleasuring himself is not enough anymore, after all nothing can compare to you

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+ 18 minors dni.

pick me !! naoya zenin x reader

a/n: my last post really got me thinking... i wrote this in one go and i'm not gonna edit right now so,, if it have any mistakes just comment to me. enjoy!

no, he would never accept it!!

toji was one of the only real men who existed in this world. he looked strong and was strong. there was him and then there was you.

you were only a random sorcerer from a small family designed to marry some low woman from his clan, you should be a mid sorcerer with a mid appearance, but...

naoya was walking around, he doesn't even remember what he did or was about to do that day. well, except the large, tall figure in front of him was carved on his mind before he could even blink only after catching a glimpse of you.

your immense back was turned to him, muscles so big that the fabric of your yukata was almost ripping apart, the slightest sudden move you made was enough to open a crater on your clothes. your height, somehow taller than him, way taller, naoya's head could only reach your chest, even if he tiptoed.

your cursed energy? that was mid in fact, but your physical strength could be compared to toji's.

when you turned around, looking down at him with low lidded eyes, dark bags under them, and the disgust in your face was enough to made his heart throb. his heart and his dick.

standing across you was the woman you were supposed to marry. an unknow face that naoya never bothered memorizing, but now he did. why would you marry someone as insignificant as this woman? you should do him better.

that woman... she was just a peasant, a thing that served to make heirs, cook and clean, and that's it. so why were you so devoted to her? always doing the chores she was supposed to, kissing her all the time, your hand constantly holding hers in every room you two were in.

naoya wanted to vomit. she didn't deserve you and she never will, nor any woman. his blood boil every single time he looked your way and saw her by your side, it left him jealous angry.

when asked, his father told him everything he bothered to remember about you. your small, insignificant clan, your feats, and how your strength was a noticeable feature you earned after years of hard training. though, the most important thing he said was that you would only stay for a few weeks, only to concretize your marriage then you would go back to your own state with your... wife. ew.

as any smart person would, naoya tried getting to know you. asking about your history, your training routine, your diet, your cursed techniques, everything and anything to only speak to you and have your attention on him. though, all the time he asked you something, your answers were short and straightforward, not leaving him any room to keep the conversation going.

naoya was frustrated, you wouldn't even give him a chance to show of how worthy he was of you. i mean, your friendship. of course. he's not gay, that's women shit.

he tried to convince himself all he wanted was your friendship, being close to someone as strong as you would be great! you could train together, go on missions together, talk about curses—

on one hot day, when the sunlight were merciless upon you all, in the middle of the forest close to their state, was you, training your fight moves on a tree, though your hits never landed on it. the only piece of clothing you wore was some old, loose pants that hang dangerously low on your hips, showing off most of your v line and the thick bush of your happy trail, your exposed skin glistened with sweat and your large muscles moved.

naoya had no idea why the hell he was there, maybe to find any place that could relieve him of this intense heat but the sight before him only made his body grow hotter. he was enticed, eyes glued on your form, watching the way your bare body, drenched in sweat, moved as if you were doing this on purpose, to show off how your muscles were way bigger than his and to tempt him.

oh, how he would love to be trapped in those muscles, feel your huge bicep squeeze his throat as you stood behind him with your thick dick rubbing his crack—

wait, what the fuck?!

naoya's torment was just about to start that day.

he was on his bed, everything felt sticky, his covers were all messy, he was lying on his back, you kneeled between in front of him with your big hands grabbing the back of his thighs so roughly they would definitely be all purple the other day to keep his legs pressed against his chest.

the bedroom's temperature was high, too high, naoya was panting, he couldn't catch his breath when your thick, long cock stuffed his puffy rim to the brim. god, he could feel your tip poking his stomach.

he felt entirely out of himself, his mind turned into complete mush as you moved your hips, your heavy balls slapping his cheeks, the indecent sound of skin against skin was almost enough to make him cum.

"huh..." he heard your deep voice pierce through the fog on his mind, his watery eyes meeting yours and the disappointed look on your face pull out a whine from his already sore throat.

one of your hands left his leg, naoya already missed your hurting grip on his thigh, but the moment he felt your thick fingers wrapping around his throat he wasn't physically able to stop the loud moan of coming out of his mouth, a thin line of drool falling from the corner of his lips.

"all this time, every day these past few weeks, you've been disturbing me like some horny slut, offering yourself and shaking your ass like a fucking bitch in heat..." you started, your hips slowly grinding against his, your tip rubbing just right against his g-spot. "just to end up not being able to take it. you're a fucking greedy bitch."

your curses directed at him left naoya rolling his eyes back, the constant moans flowing out of him left his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

"ugh... a-ah-! i... hmm~ i can- agh!" he blabbered out between, trying to get his words out between the uncontrollable naughty sounds he let out.

naoya's moans were so loud, he really did sound like some cheap whore.

you pressed your lips into a thin line, knitted your brows, your hand left his throat and he whined again at the loss—

"ah!" he shrieked at the sharp pain your sudden slap left on his already red ass.

"shut up, bitch," the way you spat the curse at him made him clench. "oh? you like that? getting degraded like the fucking desperate cocksucker you are?"

naoya cried. he fucking cried, literal tears fell out of his eyes as he whimpered out a "please", he could be asking to stop or be asking for more, he didn't know.

you ignore his pleas, you snatched his face, nails sinking deep into his skin as you roughly shoved your thumb into his mouth, his moist muscle already circling around your digit and he sucked.

"fucking pathetic," you chuckled and he came.

white ropes of cum shot out of his ridiculously small dick and he whined when your hips don't stop even after his high.

"i'm gonna fill you up," you threatened but he throbbed. "though your useless body can't even make a baby, i'm gonna try and stuff you full of my cum."

naoya's harsh reality fell upon him when he opened his eyes and realized...

porn wasn't something he consumed often. sure, he did watch it from time to time, some nasty, heavy sub and dom shit, with obviously the woman being the sub and the man being the dom, but all the porn he watched in his whole life could never be more erotic than the dream he had last night.

it was just a hot, erotic dream.

© hidroxinia / 2026