"blade . . ." you coo to the navy haired's ears, rocking your hips in an attempt to ease the pain of depravity pooling in your body. you were stuck straddling his right thigh, hands propped up to keep you stabilized.
he doesn't response, more so his puff of deep breaths were his only replies. crystalline tears start to well up in your eyes, carnal desire searing from your taunting gaze. your clit starts to throb for some attention, evident from how much you've been making friction with your exposed cunt against blade's lap - tongue stuck out in hopes of your yearning to be quenched by the stellaron hunter.
panting like a bitch in heat, it was all too much for blade to restrain. in actuality, his bulging erection was starting to ache, aching for it to be smothered with saliva and to be provided some company as well. he reaches his limit and so he quickly removes the bandage wrapped around his forearm and swiftly slithers it around your wrists— tying you with the makeshift of a binding. a yelp escapes your lips, feeling the object tighten its hold on you.
if anything, it's a win-win. you successfully managed to rile up the male so that he can tend to your needs, going through such far lengths such as this. blade immediately goes for the nape of your neck to forcibly make you seal a kiss with him, an open mouthed sloppy one so currents of pleasure and shock ride on your skins. "since you want it that bad, there's no going back." his deep voice chimes into your ears, a coy smile playing on his lips.
"do me however you like." with an instant approval, blade lets out a guttural chuckle, amused at how much you're obsessed with his dick that you're giving up your last remaining bit of dignity for him. "i'll fuck you to death then."
suddenly, the door of the confined room busts open— revealing a lady too familiar for the both of your visions. with the dim lighting glinting at her black, circular sunglasses, as if in unison, the both of you utter her name. "kafka." for someone like kafka, she was not one bit fazed at the scene unfolding before her stature. her curiosity only thrived, trekking towards the both of your figures.
"you really are a charm." she mumbles from your back, gloved hands tracing each detailing of your wrinkled clothing. as if the time comes to a standstill and your hearts were nothing but clocks, they continue to tick endlessly, striking every line and numbers for many laps already. "bladie here won't show his vulnerabilities to us and yet . . you've got him wrapped around your pinky."
kafka's next movement stirs the concoction of confusion brewing further in your conscious selves. she seats herself beside blade and leans forward to your face, her lifeless two hued irises fixate on your bewildered expression. "show me what you're made of." and with that single sentence, she envelops her soft lush lips onto yours.
your heart performs a somersault upon her action, unable to register everything happening but it definitely felt blissful. her gloved hands brush on your stomach, escalating up to where your clothes' buttons are placed. the dark magenta strands tucked behind her ear eventually came undone but kafka pays no mind as she finds herself basking in such sensation as soon as she tangles her soft tongue with yours.
saliva with a tang of sweet cherries, it makes a perfect mix with yours although you also previously exchanged sloppy kisses with blade earlier. kafka deepens her reach inside your wet cavern, the pigment of her baby pink lipstick rub on the margins of your lips. blade quickly catches on as he plays with your clit, the bandages wrapped around his hand become drenched from how hot you were feeling - being stimulated from both your upper and lower lips makes your body jolt with pleasure and shockwaves of excitement.
"i- i can't breathe." you protest as you were being smothered with kisses— to which
kafka immediately withdraws from your face and wipes her chin clean with a handkerchief she happened to carry. "we're just getting started." on e again her falsely sweet voice sounds into your ears.
with ease, she snaps the buttons of your top open, making your tits spring free as well as your nipples becoming perked at how the wintry air caresses the sensitive parts. the only heating source as of now are kafka and blade's lips, they were both quick with it as they fiddle their sticky tongues around your hardened buds.
blade was aggressive, almost as if his intention is not to pleasure but to devour you. he roughly squeezes and cup your right breast while kafka was the complete opposite. she lightly nibbles on the part all the while lathering her spit with it. meanwhile you were a moaning mess, throwing your head back as more of cloudy white liquids seep out of your cunt's folds.
"you're about to cum that fast?" she queries, eyes now widened, carefully scrutinizing the beads of arousal dampening blade's bandaged fingers. "well, what do you think about this then?" you fix your posture and trail vision back to the dyad and witness them engaging in a french kiss, making noises that were sloppy and naughty, mewls of pleasure mostly slipping from kafka's throat. as if you were inebriated with lust that it fills your system, ". . i feel hotter than before."
an alluring chuckle erupts in the room just after she breaks off the kiss, "no wonder bladie took a liking to you, you're a full on slut." as kafka uses such a degrading term to describe you, you were uncertain how to feel about it. all you know is that the male is behind you, holding you down and the other stellaron hunter is currently in front. she descends to your position, a kittenish smile sits on her lips.
your pussy was then intruded by two unfamiliar digits, accompanied by it was her warm tongue - pleasuring your slit with utmost skill. your back arches, knees folding at how it felt rhapsodic, better than how your clit was being toyed around by blade. kafka doesn't halt but only quickens the pace, sucking your folds in as if her mouth was a black hole and you're nothing but a mere planet to conquer for the lady.
more of your libido levels spike up once blade forces to you to face him with his fingertips on your chin, inviting you to exchange more of those open mouthed kisses. there were too much liquids flooding the both of your tongues that you couldn't help but gulp a good amount, to prevent getting messier than intended.
not for so long, a feeling of climax throbs on your clit. kafka quickly picks up this detail, sucking and fingering you all at the same. "i'm cumming!" you squirm under her touch as stream of liquids spring out of your hole, drenching the hunter's hair and clothes.
"okay, bladie's time to shine." with hasty shifting of positions, you find yourself on top of the male as you ride his throbbing cock while kafka sits on his lips, vis-à-vis with your lustful figure. the three of your clothes were strewn across the floor, and with a rapid thrust, kafka catches your lethargic body, nestling her face in the crook of your neck.
blade's girthy cock twitches from the confinements of your velvet walls, it pulsates everytime your pussy spasms from his shape. the navy haired was unable to supress his guttural moans, sending vibrations through kafka's cunt to which she bucks her hips for more sensation.
kafka now continues to mark your skin with her love bites, canines burrowing deep as well as sucking on your sweet spot— earning her more of your messy moans of satisfaction along with squelching sounds from blade's dick pistoning into your slit.
"bladie's toy is such a whore . ." she whispers in between her lustful kisses, words libidinous as ever. upon hearing it for the second time, you were addled at first how to feel but now you're more than certain. being degraded makes you drift into euphoria, into ecstasy, into the seventh heaven.
both of the stellaron hunters' whimpers signaling release echoe inside the four walls, as well as yours which was the loudest - followed suit by more strings of gratification springing out of each of your holes. the whole place was littered with busted, creased clothes as well as pools of cum, leaving a pungent scent that wafts into the air to which anyone could've guessed correctly from how strong the smell was.
at this point, sweat covers the entirety of your fatigues yet satisfied body, it glistens from the faintest lighting. kafka leaves a peck on your cheek with a pseudoinnocent smile playing on her lips, "i shall get going then. you can continue your episode with bladie now." as quickly as she bid her farewell, as fast as a lightning does the other stellaron hunter graces your vision.
ㅤ— Warnings. AFAB reader, DNI criteria, mommy kink DEGRADATION, edging, dacryphilia, slight size kink too bc he's got toji's genes hehe, creampie, possessive 'Gumi, pussy slaps, unprotected sex, cheating, objectification, age gap mentioned (y/n is of Megumi's age, early 20s and toji in his 40s), spit kink, bita angst ig, mean dom! Megumi :(
ㅤ— Note. This is my toji smut's reverse. Y'all wanted reverse? Y'all get reverse in every sense. And I blame @oikawabreakme for this.
#tags. @manjiken @s-zu
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"What's the matter, mommy?" Your cheek's pressed to the couch, a hand over your flushed face to shield your obvious embarrassment,"Am I too much for you?"
Talented fingers move inside you at a fast pace,"'Gumi, sto-ah!" You can't even finish your sentence because the dark haired man above you is curving his fingers, the pads of his index and middle fingers nudging at your sweet spot,"Please," You beg as you feel him press his thumb on your clit. Your arm's yanked away, exposing your heated face to your boyfriend's son,"Please what?" A snicker brushes against your lips before a teasing kiss lands on your panting mouth.
His tongue is shoved inside your wet cavern, tangling yours up in a tango. Wrist flicking harshly on your pussy had you pouring muffled cries in the kiss. Megumi moans against your lips at how good you feel wrapped around tight on his fingers. His deadbeat old man didn't deserve this pussy, he didn't deserve you.
His thumb rubs smooth eights on your nub while his digits plunge inside you with vigour. Breaking the kiss, Megumi rests his wet lips on your jaw, breath moist on your skin, "Ya' want me to stop?"
Before you process his words, he's pulling his fingers out with a wet 'pop'. A breathy chuckle hangs in the room following your whine,"'Gumi," He loves how you seem confused like you can't decide. To him, there's nothing to decide, he's the better man for you, not his fucking father. And he's gonna drill that into your mind, even if he has to fuck your brains out before that.
"Just fuckin' saying my name like that," His palm lands roughly on your fluttering cunt, you crying out because of the slap and he smirks,"And yet you chose him." Dark eyes filled with unbridled hatred stare down at you,"Over me." He spat, malice intertwined with hurt in his voice. Your eyes fluttered, lips parting to tell him how you had pinned for him since you both were in Tokyo High but he never showed any interest. So, when you met his father at an unexpected jeopardy of a mission-"I only chose him 'cause-" But he doesn't want an explanation.
"Yeah? You wanna be a whore for my father?" His fingers press on your jaw. Bruising. Punishing,"Then I'll treat you like one." Mouth crashing on yours in a rough kiss, all teeth and tongue. He bit your plump lower lip. Hard. You tasted metal at the tip of your tongue. His eyes spoke for him,'I want to hurt you. Feel my pain.'
You're breathing hard from the intensity of the kiss when he delivered another slap to your pussy. With a yelp, your legs sandwiched his arm. A grin spreads on his lips, expression borderline sadistic when your eyes squeeze shut and you turn your face to the side,"Aw mommy, did that hurt?"
You sob out an unintelligible murmur for response. You don't even recall how you ended up under your boyfriend's son, on his couch, clothes thrown across the room- probably ripped. You were supposed to have dinner at some fancy restaurant Toji was taking you to tonight. It's not uncommon for him to pamper you like this. He'd usually take you out after he gets a job done. His job's dirty but pays well. Yet you're here, almost cumming on his son's- your long time crush's- fingers,"Speak up, whore."
"Yes, Megumi!" Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from humiliation,"Then apologize," His hand wretched from between your legs only to be replaced by his cock. Slapping the cock head against your sensitive entrance, he chuckled,"You want it?" The tip hit your wet folds with a squelch,"You want my cock?" Your hands are around his neck, holding onto his body like your life depends on it,"Yes, please."
"Then apologize for choosing that old man when you coulda' done better." You can't help but notice how his eyes remind you of Toji's, the same green hue, while it had been the opposite when you first kissed the older man.
"'M sorry, 'Gumi." Your whimper doesn't satisfy him,"Not good 'nough." Another cock slap on your sensitive pussy and you're wailing, babbling,"Please, Megumi, I'm so sorry," He laughs, breathy and bitter,"Beg like the little whore you are, c'mon, mommy." You wanted him to stop calling you that but it's weirdly arousing, you don't understand why your cunt clenched at the title from his lips. But you had wanted your first time with Megumi to be sweet, for him to moan your name while you tell him how you love him- have loved him since forever.
"Sorry, 'Gumi, 'm sorry for being a whore n' choosing your dad,"
"Yeah, good enough for me," He sneered, thrusting inside you and bottoming out with one deep stroke. A scream tore through your lips, back arching off the couch. He might not be as huge as his dad but he's long, stretching you just right.
Megumi marveled as your breasts pressed to his chest and oh, he felt like he's gonna cum right now because you were squeezing his leaky cock so nicely,"Ah fuck," Pulling out till just his tip was breaching your entrance, he pushed in roughly, with a punishing pace at that,"He's been having this every night, eh?" Head thrown back, your toes curl at the sting when he talks about you like you're just an object,"Well, this pussy's mine now." Grabbing your jaw, he brings your face to his,"Open your mouth." He delivers a deep thrust when you fail to comply. Your jaw slackens in a loud yelp. Eyes shoot open when you feel a large drop of liquid wet your tongue with a soft thud,"Swallow." Megumi warned,"You're mine now." He jeers when you swallow his spit.
The drag of his cock is slow and deep against your walls first, a tantalizing pace that made you go mad,"Faster please," Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him in deeper, holding him close,"Yeah?" Spreading your thighs open, he drills into your pussy,"You asked for this." Your nails dig on his shoulders and back, drawing blood as a purchase of how he's jackhammering inside you, hitting your spot again and again. Cries and grunts fill the room, the couch scratching, creaking on the floor from his force. A hand squeezes your breast harshly, teeth clamping down on the other. Your walls tighten from the pain, and you feel the veins running along his cock pulse inside you.
You're gonna cum and he can tell from how your breathing picked up and how you're thrashing under him. So he stopped his pounding, grinding his hips in circles against yours, cock twitching deep but not deep enough to press against the rough patch inside you. You hiccup, whimpering in denial and try to buck up into him but Megumi's bigger hands hold down your hips firmly,"Fuck, take it." Spurts of warm ropes shoot inside you as he thrusts lightly with shallow bucks of his hips,"Take it all," Pulling out, Megumi watches in amusement as your cunt clenched around empty air, his cum pouring out, dripping down your ass and making a mess on the couch.
"Need you," Your sob breaks his trance. Glancing at your tear stained face, he feels a pang of guilt in his chest,"'Gumi, please, need to cum," His hand finds your ruined hole, fingers brushing lightly over the wet folds as he watched you squirm,"Yeah?" Thumb fiddling at your clit, he watched every reaction of yours,"Then beg like the good little whore you are."
Pleas bleed through your lips before he's plunging two of his fingers inside your pussy,"That's right," Digits ram against your spot as he fucks his seed deeper inside you,"You're just a whore who's only good for being a toy." His words hurt, you bit your lip to keep your sobs in- unsure about what your tears are of, his words or his actions. When he kisses you, it starts out rough like everything he's doing to you but turns passionate by the end, fingers burying knuckles deep within you,"Don't you love me, mommy?" There's still a tone of condescension but the desire of approval, the desperation didn't go unnoticed by you,"Yes," You breathe against his lips,"I love you, 'Gumi."
"Then cum for me, y/n." Your heart fluttered at the mention of your name, cunt gushing on his hand. The hint of adoration in his green eyes was gone as soon as it had appeared,"What a filthy slut ya' are, mommy." Megumi holds up his hand, drenched in the mixture of his and your cum,"Clean it up for me, will ya'?" Not a question. Even if he phrased it like one. Because he's shoving two of his digits past your lips. Your tongue swipes around the pads of his fingers, tasting the sweet tang.
Your phone ringing had his attention,"Would you look at that," Megumi snarls, pulling his fingers out of your mouth,"It's your boyfriend." Lips press against yours, possessively,"Dear ol' dad."
Your hands push at his chest lightly,"What? You still wanna go back to him?" The anger fades to a taunting smirk,"With my cum dripping down your thighs?"
‧₊˚✧ ༄ 18+ mdni. fem! reader. babytrapping. body worship. passionate sex. haithy has a breeding kink n wants a big family w you <3 ⋆˙⊹*
as your boyfriend, alhaitham wants to give you everything you could ever possibly desire.
it may not show on an affectionate level all the time, especially not in a public setting, but his love for you truly knows no bounds.
he has so much to give you, more than anyone else does, or could ever hope to give you. and when you say he’s the only man for you, it really stays true.
but when he looks at you; skin aglow with a beauty dangerously captivating, he can’t help but feel something blooming inside of him. and usually that feeling is just a normalcy, but this time…he can swear it’s different.
it isn’t completely clear where it started, though. it wasn’t the way you peppered kisses across his neck those mornings, or even that tender look in your eye as he surrendered your vehement, delicate body to the sheets beneath him.
but maybe it was the way his mind suddenly wandered to you being a mother.
it had always been in the back corner of his mind to have a family of his own with you. while it was never a persistent idea that was acted upon by himself, the thought seemed to grow over the past few days.
and just as any urge does, it starts small, and then grows like an infected wound when ignored. so that night, in your shared bed, he was certain you wouldn’t mind if he slipped in without any protection.
the two of you had done this many times without it, so there were no worries. he was certain you wouldn’t even notice at first.
but past all of this, the feeling of your walls enveloping him so tenderly in the moment was enough to make him start to tremble over you. though his grip never loosened, he felt as if he were slipping from you many times.
your caresses on his body are so gentle and forgiving, glassy eyes pleading for more as his thrusts deepen themselves inside you. in his mind, he can swear you want all of him as a part of you. your look says it all, and he’s more than happy to give it to you.
in return, his words are soft with trembling praises, hands following along with sweet, soft reverence. his kisses are warm like always, fresh eyes admiring how absolutely beautiful you are.
even as his seed sputters inside you, he can’t help but whisper countless “i love yous” in your ear. carefully, he makes sure every moment that passes between you is filled with passion and gentleness, regardless of whether or not you can notice or feel it inside you.
and as your body finally relaxes beneath him as you let out a satisfied breath, alhaitham can’t help but feel that same excitement rising within him from before.
“Suck me off like your future education depends on it. Oh, wait. It fucking does.”
Al-haitham gives a rough shift forward of his pelvis so that his heavy, twitching cock can plunge even deeper into your mouth. So bad, he wants to hit the back of your throat so bad. Archons, he thrives for this exact sensation EVERY moment of the dayyyyyy.
This view… your delectable expression. Plump, quivering lips glistening with saliva and doing their absolute best just to keep their place tight around his length even though you’re on the brink of gagging. Anxious, wide eyes clamping shut every so often to rid of the glassy layer of pesky tears blurring your sight. Knees visibly red and sore, digging into the hard floor each time you lift yourself up to chase after his dick and catch it in your mouth, shamelessly eager to revel in the flavour of him like it’s your last chance. So fucking dirty and… just downright iconic. Nobody can do it for him like you can.
Your scalp pulses with an addictive sting supplied by the scribe’s fist tangled and controlling in your hair. How he repeatedly yanks your head back and forth in time with his vigorous thrusts has your cunt clenching on nothing, sending arousal to come practically gushing from your hole, swollen clit feeling cruelly neglected and longing for the slightest hint of stimulation.
“Mmph… g-grrnm—!” you panic when a particularly forceful rock of the scribe’s hips causes you to tense up and fight for breath.
“Th—at’s right sweetheart, ha-ve-ve a gooood taste.” Al-haitham drawls and stutters an undeniably thirsty low-toned taunt, gazing down at your sweet, vulnerable little self all weak and bruising knelt on the ground below him. The prominent veins decorating his cock create shallow ridges that hardly catch against your tongue, and you would seize the opportunity to swirl around them, but it’s rather difficult with such a surprisingly heavy weight blocking the back of your throat. Fresh streams of tears begin to break out over your waterlines, and fucking hell is he ready to cum all over you. But not yet, no, he tells himself and gasps a large breath when the warning of an orgasm creates a maddening tension in his abdomen, you’re not deserving of that just yet.
At last, the brutal scribe’s actions come to a temporary standstill and he pries your mouth from him, not without a lewd, sticky pop and a cooling thread of saliva connecting the two of you. You can breathe. Speak, even. With a shaky hand, you quickly brush away any loose hairs obscuring your vision and attempt to softly thread a few into Al-haitham’s thick fingers so he’d secure them back for you whilst you teasingly trace messy lines up and down his bobbing length.
“I’m sorry, mister scribe, am I too good for you to handle?” you ask cutely, eyes disguised with innocence although your constricting grasp around the base of his aching dick betrays your visage de façade. Bending over and tugging your locks to tilt your head back, he directs a desirous, mean glare down past the bridge of his nose straight into your deceitful, sparkling eyes. His other large hand occupies itself by pinching your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger, stretching your face as if you’re just some dumb kid to him.
“Shut up.” the harsh scribe orders you, an aura of lust and dominance practically radiating from underneath his clothes. You swear you can feel it, too, due to his tall, lean and muscular frame looming over you so intimidatingly close. Al-haitham’s aquamarine irises seem to darken right in front of you, an illusion portrayed by his control over you. His power could be seen as figurative chains he keeps you bound to him by. Do as you’re told or face the higher-ups, he’d threatened you with a deal you couldn’t refuse after you’d gotten him dangerously close to expulsion by nabbing a folder comprised of detailed information regarding you.
Suddenly, the embarrassing touch on your cheek disappears only to land a firm, swift slap there instead. His hand was a mere few inches away from the area it smacked, so why— how does it hurt this much? A meek and wobbly moan still escapes the confines of your sore, sensitive throat no matter how hard you push it down to start with. You’d best shut up.
“Dirty, dirty little thief.” he chastises, voice deep and seductive through gritted teeth as you pump his pink-tipped cock in hopes that he’ll forget about your pathetic excuse for a “one-up”. Al-haitham mindlessly toys with your pouting lower lip, then by using a smidge more pressure to force your jaw open he glides his fingers over your bottom front teeth, a devilish smirk playing upon his mouth whilst he engraves the ticklish sensation of the toughened skin grazing along every serrated edge into his brain. Before you can clamp down and bite, the scribe removes your touch by the wrist to hurriedly line himself up and help himself to your mouth once more, without notice. His sharp, quiet inhale releases as a hot, sinfully pleased exhale that leaves your own hips wriggling aimlessly.
He watches you squirm helplessly as he holds your forehead to the sexy trail of short hairs leading from his navel to the long, hard dick he’s so generously stuffing your proud mouth full with. You’re barely trying to pull away, staying still until the natural recoil of your body prevents you from passing out. The faint, salty taste of his pre-cum along with his alluring and delicious scent combined and rendering you more intoxicated, cock drunk, by the second. Both addictive as fuck, so much so that your body begins to slump diagonally into Al-haitham’s legs as soon as the pressure on your head relinquishes, a jelly-like arm coiling around his thigh to stay as close as possible whilst your lips glide over his length when it slips out.
“I, I loooove seeing you choke…” the scribe, watching his slick jolting cock thwack against his lower stomach, confesses in a slur just in case you hadn’t gathered. He’s evidently high on the exhilarating pleasure, possibly much more than you are. “I bet you wish, fuck,” he pauses, sex-dazed yet tense with the consistent tightening of his balls, “you’d never have attempted to swipe those documents fr— from under my nose.”
⑅ ۫ . ෆ ˟ ໒꒱ KAMA SUTRA: PRINCIPLES OF LOVE
it’s silly, al haitham thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind.
al haitham x sub!f!reader ౨ৎ . . . nsfw — mdni ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. established relationship / clit kissies + dry humping / foreplay heavy! / praise + petnames / cervix fucking / creampie / al haitham is only a teeny bit teasing + vewy sweet / 2.7k wc. feedback + comments supa appreciated!
“you’ll never hear the end of it if kaveh catches you with that.”
you paw at the thick book al haitham has laid over the thigh that you aren’t occupying, shying into his neck at the image painted on the cardstock page he’s flipped to— one of a man and woman adorned in fine jewelry, gold silks tumbling off their limbs as they embrace each other in what appears to be a rather compromising position.
truth be told, you’re not exactly sure what led your lover— someone who has rarely ever indulged in the pleasure-oriented faculties of life— to pick up such a text about sex and eroticism as the kama sutra, but the mere thought of it is enough to have heat swirling in your tummy and your legs squeezing around the thigh you’re straddling.
“there’s far more to the kama sutra than just… fornication. it’s more so a guide to living well and the nature of love. a whole section is dedicated to finding a life partner—”
“awh, does that mean you’re gonna…?” you giggle, wagging your ring finger in front of his face playfully.
al haitham’s ears tinge red at your insinuation, but he carries on with the faintest of smirks on his lips that he’s trained to remain invisible. “— and there’s another chapter solely demonstrating when and how to commit adultery.”
and just like that— your toothy smile turns to a frown, nose twitchy as you anxiously toss your hair. “better not be reading that chapter, hmph.” you mutter into the warm skin of his neck, lips curving into a weak, half-hearted kiss that you lay over his pulse.
it’s almost amusing to him, the prettiest pout on your lips and brows knit cutely as you try to hide your disappointment from him, turning your head away from his when he attempts to face you. he blows out a sigh, chuckling sweetly when he catches you and lays a delicate kiss to your cheek. “never said i’d be paying that part any mind, sweetheart.”
when you respond by wrapping your arms tighter around his neck and bury your face in his shirt, he can only bring himself to smile and shake his head as he feels himself enter a bit of a daze that’s full of yearning and craving. unnatural, for someone like himself, but fitting, for someone madly in love.
and so, he gently spreads your legs to slot his hips between them, hiking a thigh over his shoulder before lowering his face to the crotch of your panties, skirt pooling flimsily at your hips. “when a woman reproaches a man, but at the same time acts affectionately towards him, she should be made love to in every way.” he quotes from the book.
the warmth of his breath reaches through the thin cotton and your cunt begins to weep, clenching and oozing out slick in a silent plea for his fingers, his tongue— anything to relieve the weight of desperation that settles heavy on your stomach. and before your hips can involuntarily wiggle against his face in search of respite, alhaitham is already tugging your panties to the side to place a sweet, lingering kiss on your clit.
you tremble at the sudden heat, soft features overcome with a dazed expression as if that alone is enough to knock all the thought out of your pretty little head. “‘h-haitham, what’re you doing…”
“putting theory into practice.”
and then he’s licking up the length of your slit, collecting your sugary slick in the dip of his tongue before letting it dribble past his lips in a mix of saliva onto your swollen clit— giving it another kiss, and another, and then some— until your chest begins to heave with pitchy whispers of his name, candied with a burning behind your eyes from how badly you need more of him.
“patience, darling …” lips are replaced with a growing bulge as his face levels to meet your own, sapphire-tinged emerald dancing across your features, from the delicate pinch of your brows to the flex of your neck. al haitham presses into you deeper, your bare and puffy folds moulding to the shape of his cock through his slacks, drenching the fabric with your milky cream.
his crotch catches onto your clit and in an instant, you’re curling your fingers woefully into the linen of his shirt, puffing out hot air against his jaw as you sweetly keen into him— f-feels good, ‘haitham, feels s’good.
oh, what a pretty, tender, needy thing you are— clinging onto his bicep and painting his ivory skin with crescents of red, every slow grind of his clothed cock against your achy cunt drawing another eager, desperate whine from your throat. and you only fall more lightheaded as he nuzzles into your ankle dangling off his shoulder, kissing the bone before making quick work to remove the noisy anklet adorning it, because all he wants, needs to hear are the sounds he coaxes out of you; all the pitchy moans and cute little hums are the sweetest sounds to grace the earth, he’s absolutely sure of it.
“w-wan’… kiss…”
“what’s that?” he whispers against the inside of your knee, the swell of your breast, the hollow of your clavicle as he travels lipwards— covering every inch except the place you need to feel him most.
“i wanna kiss on my lips, ‘haitham!” you throw a tiny fit, and it’s nothing short of adorable when your tongue does a poor job of biting back your impatience. the uneven pout of your lips and the twitch of your nose have his veins aching with such a strong need to dote on you, tend to you until he rids you of the pain of your burning desire and all you’re able to voice is 50 different whimpers of his name.
“but if i kiss you here,” al haitham teases as he runs a thumb over the dainty curve of your mouth, stopping it at the swell of your bottom lip before releasing a strained laugh, chest knotted up with half-pleasure and half-pain, for all he wants to do is kiss and suck and lick and nibble the soft flesh— feed on it, even— and with a generosity wherein you’re ready to offer anything, everything, he’s almost positive you’d let him. “i’m afraid i won’t be able to stop.”
“don’t want you to stop… never ever.” your eyes are hazy with the light of the stars and you’re looking up at him with so much ardour, busying your lips with soft suckles on his finger while he hastily frees his cock from the confines of his slacks. and his gaze stays on you all the while— because you look so pretty like this and your words settle in the deepest depths of his soul and he thinks he could just devour you whole.
“never ever, hm?” he muses, eyes warm with mirth. you shiver and twitch under his gentle hold, where he kisses the corner of your parted lips, nosing along your cheek to place another on your brow, a final one against the hot lobe of your ear. his breath fans over your neck as he teases your little cunt open with his leaking tip, and you feel him smirk against your skin when you obediently spread your legs wider to accommodate his size. “you wouldn’t be able to eat or drink anything ever again.”
it’s almost tragic— the soft, dreamy lulls of your head, the cute whimpers of his name, the saliva that pools and spills around the thumb he pops out of your mouth— he’s barely gotten the flushed head of his cock past your tight ring of muscle and you’re already so complacent, pliable, perfect for him.
“don’t care… s’long as i have you,” you sniffle, fingers grappling weakly at the tufts of platinum and sage that curl around his neck, trying to lean up and bump your nose against his. “please, kiss me?”
and it’s in the way you ask him: with dew clinging to your lashes and a timid quiver to your breath that makes him submit all at once, because what kind of a person would he be to deny his lover when she asks so sweetly?
and just as al haitham’s lips meet yours, he’s reprimanding himself for not giving you a kiss sooner. because on your tongue he tastes the spice carried through the sumeru wind and zaytan peaches and all the fluttering pieces of romantic prose you eat and gosh— alhaitham is the furthest thing from a poet— but surely, he doesn’t need any kama sutra to teach him about the love he holds for you in his heart.
he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you some more— smirking against your lips when you sigh happily and melt into the palms that smooth up your waist, shaping you into the pretty princess of his that you are. “pretty little thing, aren’t you?
“uh huh, wanna be everything for you,” bringing your other leg to rest atop his shoulder, you respond wetly through the spit bubbling at your mouth and the blood that flows straight to your brain as he begins to fuck you languidly with his tip, watching your slick drip and ooze around the bulbous, red head.
he shushes your sobs sweetly, the pads of his thumbs dipping just at the edges of your eyes to collect any tears before they have a chance to be shed. “shhh— f-fuck— s’okay, you’re doin’ so well— doing so well for me.”
you begin to pant against the hollow of his neck as he eases his full length into you, all the ridges and veins decorating his cock that you’ve come to memorize over the months perfectly snug against the tightness of your delicate walls. his head falls forwards and his forehead bumps against yours, a harsh, erotic groan escaping him when your little cunt begins to squeeze and clench around his cock, sucking him in further, further, all the way until he’s knocking at the sponge of your cervix and his pubic bone is flush against your clit.
your hips jerk at the sharp pulses of pain and pleasure that build in your abdomen as he grinds into your womb— the sweetest, breathiest whines of ‘h-haitham, ‘haitham, s’big flood his brain because he’s deeper than he’s ever been, with the backs of your knees sticky against the bridge of his shoulders and your body quivering under him from how full you feel.
he does all he can to wash away the aching pinpricks in your tummy— sliding a palm between the couch and the back of your head to cradle it, pressing hot kisses over the apple of your cheek as he continues drawing his hips back and forth, back and forth, maintaining a steady rhythm with his cockhead as it slides against the sponge of your cervix.
and he continues fucking into your womb like this, thumb sliding in the thin space between his crotch and your clit to rub sloppy stars on the puffy nub, and— oh, it feels like heaven.
“feels like heaven?” he’s asking, charmed by your guileless wonder as you wrap your arms around his neck and meekly tug his face closer to yours, rubbing your nose against his cheek like a puppy endeared to her owner.
“mhm, feel you here, ‘haitham… in my tummy,” you giggle in ecstasy, at the thought of his cock twitching wildly in you and his cum filling you up there, hot and sticky and oozing like sweet milk down your thighs— you want it so bad; you want it everywhere— in your womb, dousing your skin and in every crevice, in your brain. to have him mark you with his seed as a physical manifestation of his love, fuck, you think you might cry.
and you do, because you want him— all of him so, so bad.
you sniffle when you feel the tears rush down your face and al haitham can only groan at how overwhelming everything is: the wild pounding of his heart against his ribs and the starry night reflected in your eyes and your walls hugging his cock so tight like it loves it.
“h-hey now, ‘m gonna cum if you keep sucking me in like that— f-fuck.”
he’s worked you up to that soft, dreamy headspace— where you’re hiccupping on shallow breaths and your bambi eyes are glazed over with honey and the words come tumbling out of your pretty lips before you have a chance to think them through. “cum in me— pretty please, wan’ your cum in my tummy, wan’ it everywhere—oh!"
it’s all so much, and it’s all too fast, because it’s only been a short while but your words send a glow of mind-numbing pleasure through his head, down his chest to his cock— and then he’s cumming— thrusts jerky before he plunges into you completely, spurt after spurt of thick white ribbon filling your womb, flushing your limbs full of warmth. and you’re right there with him, as the head of his cock twitches and drags over that spot nestled deep in your cunt and his thumb continues its assault on your clit, gravelly voice spewing sweet nothings into your hair while you keen for him sweetly.
and it’s so pretty— you’re so pretty when you cry, so pretty when you cum— he tells you as he clears your face of any stray hairs before thumbing your tears away. the next few moments are silent and he takes them to admire you, the heave of your chest as your breath steadies, the almost doll-like pout of your lips, the precious way you suck your cheek in between your molars to defy the flustered grin that forms under the curious gaze of your lover.
“don’t hide from me.” he speaks to your lips as he gently tugs the skin free from between your teeth, the most tender smile gracing his face when you begin to giggle shyly, eyes beaming with starlight and mouth curved up like the softest of petals. “so long as lips shall kiss, and eyes shall see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
another passage from the kama sutra, you presume. the delivery of the line, words thick and dripping affection like molasses would’ve made you swoon if it weren’t for the mere fact that it was al haitham saying them. in a failed attempt to suppress the onslaught of laughter, you suck you bottom lip into your mouth, only for al haitham to tut you with a playful roll of his eyes and a shake of his head.
“i suppose such poetry is unbefitting for me, huh?”
your legs slot under his arms to wrap around his waist more comfortably, heels resting against his back dimples and fingers tracing hearts over the dips and grooves of his biceps. he’s picked it up as one of your habits— something you do when you feel particularly endeared to him. “you should leave the lovey-dovey stuff to me.”
perhaps you’re right, he tells you through bated breath— perhaps he’s the furthest thing from a poet, a romantic, but there’s no denying how you make him feel like he could compose the greatest love story in all the universe— and it’s silly, he thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind.
perhaps al haitham is the furthest thing from a poet, but if you were to tell him he was your world, he would tell you that you’re everything that makes the world good and beautiful and pure. tell him you’d die without him, and he’d tell you that he could still exist without you, but that’s all he’d ever manage to do. you can say that every day spent with him is like a story, and he’d tell you that you make him feel like he’s living in a fairytale— every second of every day.
but al haitham is a scholar, not a romantic, and such poetry is unbefitting for him. right?
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why would he have any need to feel jealous? especially of someone so cold and stoic like alhaitham — a virtually friendless person, a walking blizzard. hell, he can count the people in sumeru that like him on one hand. how he tolerates alhaitham is a housemate is a mystery that maybe not even the god of wisdom can solve. it’s a joke to think that a man as princely as kaveh would be envious of the great scribe of the akademiya.
which is why he thinks something must be wrong with you.
the first time that alhaitham brought you to their shared home it was like he saw a ghost. if someone told him earlier in the day that his housemate had a girlfriend, he would’ve laughed in their face. in kaveh’s mind, seeing a dog shoot a bow was more believable than alhaitham coming home with a woman. if the smug look on the scribe’s face said anything at all, it was that he knew exactly what was going through kaveh’s head. what a lucky bastard.
you’re so sweet with him, too. more often than not you’re at their home visiting your boyfriend. it’s adorable how you always come with something in mind; you bring him dinner, deliver extra parchment, or drop by just to spend time with him. kaveh sees how you look up at alhaitham with so much adoration in your eyes when you both think no one’s around to witness your private kisses. even though he doesn’t reciprocate your affections in public, you never seem to waver in your insistence.
even now as alhaitham is brutalizing your pussy, you take all he has to give you and even ask for more.
‘her back must hurt’, kaveh thinks to himself as he peers inside the ajar door. the harsh arch that he has you bent into can’t be comfortable for you; it’s a wonder you’re still breathing with your head being forced into the blankets. as much as alhaitham claims he loves you, it sure wouldn’t look like it from the outside based on how hard he was fucking you. the grip he had on your hips was sure to leave bruises in the morning; your poor scalp probably had it worse with the cruel tugs on your hair.
you weren’t supposed to be here. at this time of day, alhaitham was always at the akademiya or on duty somewhere that kaveh had no interest in knowing about. the scribe was renowned for taking his duties seriously; how would it look if the scholars knew that he was skipping out on work to blow his lovers back out?
his cock strained against his trousers as he watched the scene with eager eyes. it was tempting — you took his friends cock so well that it would’ve been a crime to look away. kaveh drooled at the sound of your soaked pussy being fucked so deliciously but he decided to leave after a few minutes. he’d indulge himself just a little longer then pretend he never saw it happen. but once alhaitham pulled your head up from the bed, he almost wished he kept you there.
kaveh had never seen you look so… debauched. fat tears ran down tour flushed cheeks and ruined the pretty makeup you took your time to put on everyday. god, it was a sight for sore eyes. alhaitham’s cock must’ve been truly something if it could reduce you to such a brainless little thing, just one step above a sex doll. kaveh didn’t know how long he had been stroking his cock in time with alhaitham’s thrusts. he had only taken himself out of his pants for a relief of the pressure, not to pleasure himself. maybe it was the need to get rid of his erection, maybe it was the eroticism of the situation.
or maybe it was the need to imagine how you would feel wrapped around him.
how would you look when he pushed you back into his bed? when he stripped you bare and kissed every inch of your body? absolutely perfect, he bets. you were already so gorgeous when taking alhaitham; you’d be heavenly when his cock slipped inside of you for the first time. unlike his roommate, kaveh would worship your body like the goddess you are. he’d breed your little pussy until you couldn’t hold anymore cum inside of you. even when the milky white drips down your thighs, he’d dutifully clean you up like the loving boyfriend he wanted to be.
yes, boyfriend. alhaitham didn’t deserve to have such a devoted girl by his side, one that didn’t receive the love she craved for outside of the four walls of the bedroom. kaveh would make sure to shower you in gifts and his adoration. once his debt was cleared, he would vow to build a palace more opulent than the palace of alcazarzaray in your honor — a temple as testament to your beauty and grace. your gift would be the crown jewel of sumeru, his magnum opus.
he was so caught up in his daydreams and desire to cum that he didn’t notice the verdant stare being sent his way. even as he watched kaveh stroke himself from the sliver of the doorway, his thrusts never faltered. if it were anyone else, he wouldn’t have care enough to pull his attention away from you. but this wasn’t just anyone else, it was kaveh. archons know he would never pass up on an opportunity to humiliate him.
“if you’re going to get off on this, at least make yourself useful and fill her mouth.”
cw: not sfw, mdni, reader and kaveh are in a relationship, kaveh is kind of getting cucked. afab reader, no pronouns.
The wet sound of skin on skin. Hands pressing into your hips.
“You’re being too rough–”
Hips driving against your hips; something thick and hard, rubbing over your folds, sending shockwaves of electricity all down your spine.
“They don’t seem to have any problem with it - look how wet they are.”
A thumb and finger, prying the lips of your sex apart; letting the cool air hit the swollen nub of your clit, making you mewl and twitch under calloused hands.
cw. fem!reader. big dick, husband, half dragon ( low-key monsterfucking ) Zhongli calls himself your god and you call him Morax like twice, aphrodisiac, brief cervix fucking, mating cycles, mating press, knotting, breeding, mentions of reader getting pregnant. petnames: my love, my dear beautiful, wife, mate.
amber. like the sunset rays going through the slightly yellow tinted windows, bathing you both in the golden light, like his eyes that devoured you whole, taking in every detail and expression of pleasure from you.
like the pair of horns that adorned his head, the support you've been using for a while now since there were times your husband liked to fuck hard, leaving you gasping for air and looking for any sort of support that wasn't his back, sweat coated and filled with crescent marks of your nails, as your body jolted with each punishing thrust.
brown undertones, like the scales that adorned his body, extending over the length of his arms, neck, abdomen to finally reach the base of his cock, now wet and slippery from your slick as he continued to fuck your brains out.
like the long tail that thumped on the floor occasionally, thick on the base and slimmer in the tip, but still heavy enough to create a loud thud that matched your screams and the wet noise of skin slapping. spikes, scales, all glowing in the now dark room, just like the tips of Zhongli's hair, rising in intensity as he was close to climax.
amber, thick and overly sweet like his words, like his praises, like the liquid that filled your mouth and dripped down your chin, drops that he was quick to lick with a serpent tongue, long and smooth, plunging inside your mouth to make you take it all.
"open your lips for me, my love" Zhongli muttered with his eyes glued on you, his imponent frame towering above your body making you feel smaller somehow, "it will help the pain" he continued, using his thumb to caress your bottom lip and help you part them further enough for the tip of the crystal clear bottle to drip it's contents inside your waiting mouth.
"perfect" he admired, watching you take the liquid at the same time the engorged tip of his cock pushed between your folds, just resting on your entrance.
you whined his name, once, twice, wiggling your hips trying to get more friction from his sweet cock in your pussy.
"stop, you'll make a mess" Zhongli whispered sweetly, noticing how a few drops of sticky liquid slipped from your lips. as he leaned forward to lick them, his cock unintentionally slid inside your walls just lightly, just the tip stretching you apart, but it wasn't enough, your whole body was accustomed to his fat cock drilling into you, making your eyes roll back and being unable to get off on your own, always waiting for your husband to stuff you full.
"hah— Zhongli, please" you whined again, hips bucking as the tips of his forked tongue traveled over the expanse of your neck and shoulders, fangs often scraping through the sensitive skin.
"i am here, my dear, let me take care of you" the way his husked words were spoken directly on your ear got your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock that was still nestled inside of your warm walls, taking a loud grunt from Zhongli's throat as his hips were now giving shallow thrusts, fucking you with his cockhead while his thumbs spread your pussy lips, admiring the way you stretched and coated his thick grit with your slick, "my beautiful wife" he started to rub circles on your clit, fingertips wet from your fluids to make the motion easier, feeling your body shake so easily from his touch, "my mate"
and you came like that, trembling and panting on the bed with not even half of his grith inside, but the smirk on Zhongli's face told you that was just the beginning, or perhaps that the aphrodisiacs you drank were working already.
it wasn't the first time you took it either, it helped you to take your husband's inhuman ( quite literally ) cock while on his matting cycles, normally his cock was huge, but on those days, he impressively grew larger and thicker.
"beautiful" he smirked, slipping a slick covered hand to your belly and pushing down just sightly, taking advantage of your fucked out state to hold on your thighs and press them against his chest, his own body weight pushing you down further in the mattress while you bended in half in a tight mating press.
"oh fuck" you yelped while his cock started to push deeper inside of you, Zhongli's own groans growing louder as he tried to fit his massive lenght inside your too tight cunt.
"too big—" you squealed, trying to squirm underneath him but unable to move from how tightly he held you down, only taking what he wanted to give you.
"you're taking it so well, my love, I'm going to make you feel so good" Zhongli said, leaning forward to kiss your lips, his long tongue exploring your whole mouth and swallowing your moans as he moved in tiny thrusts sinking an inch deeper each time.
"you're perfect" he mumbled, kissing you on each phrase, "so good for me, my pretty wife"
small oh's and choked out sobs where the only thing you could form while your husband filled you whole, tears threatening to fall from your eyes at the intensity of everything, extremely thankful to the aphrodisiacs because otherwise, taking him whole would have been impossible.
one last peck on your lips and Zhongli knelt on the mattress, his knees on each side of your thighs as his cock filled your wet hole, balls coming to rest on your ass, so fucking deep you swore you felt it in your throat, not wasting any time before pounding you mercilessly, bouncing your body on the mattress while he mounted you almost animalistic, the wet squelching sounds from your pussy getting louder with each wave of arousal pooling in between your legs, the knot at the base of his cock engorged, hitting against your ass each time harder as Zhongli's grip on reality slipped out, his desire to knot you clouding his thoughts.
"oh god" you moaned, back arching against the mattress, sobbing out Zhongli's name breathlessly.
"i am your god" he rasped out, holding your chin with a hand while the other moved to your ass, lifting you up to fuck you better, hitting on your g-spot each time, a small change on the angle and he would be fucking your cervix, "say it"
"ah, yes, yes!" you screamed, pussy throbbing from the incoming orgasm "fuck— Morax"
"that's right, my love, your god is going to make you feel so good"
"I'm close" you cried, drool slipping from the corner of your lips and pooling in your neck and pillow, it was getting hard to breath, hard to think with his fat cock fucking you raw, with his handsome face twisted in pleasure and your name on his lips.
pussy clenching and throbbing as you came again without a warning, not a sound escaping your lips except for a small breathless gasp, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"M-morax, please"
"what do you desire, my love?" he smiled, watching your half lidded eyes with his own, glowing bright in adoration and lust.
"your cum— please, please, please, give it to me, fill me up" you choked out, the air getting knocked out of your lungs each time Zhongli's hips smacked against your ass, hard, almost painfully.
"fuck — I'm going to fill you, you're going to carry my babies, is that what you want? to give me little adepti? to be filled with my cum until you get round and pregnant?— fuck!"
you've always knew your husband was stunning, so handsome and composed, but there was something about him with disheveled damp hair, sweat dripping from his face down his neck and toned chest and abdomen, getting lost in the pleasure only you could bring him, mouth hanging open as he sank in your cunt and eagerly breeding you full.
"I'm going to cum" he muttered, changing the angle to hit the entrance of your cervix with his cock and earning a high pitched "me too" from you.
"give it to me, Zhongli, give me your cum, give me your knot, give me everything"
like electricity, his body curved forward, fucking his fat knot inside your tight cunt growing larger as it started to push his eggs inside of you, chest rumbling, the amber marks on his body glowing intensely like his eyes.
at least half dozen of eggs that left you sobbing and limp, your pussy clenching and creaming after each egg pushed inside of your cervix, his balls clenching painfully before spurting a thick wave of cum right after all the eggs were resting inside your swollen belly. his hand came to lay on the bump with a gentle smile on his lips leaning forward to kiss you again, petting your hair as you were fast asleep and he admired you with devotion, his cock still nestled between your folds trying to keep his cum inside of you as much as possible.
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned”, the darkness of the confessional hides the blush on your face, it’s the first time in so many years you’ve been in church, the embarrassment of your sins has always kept you away.
mommy ningguang doing your make up for the day with your dollhouse family. when she goes off to work, with a disgustingly wet kiss to your mouth that promises she'll spend time with her dearest baby when the day's over.
drunk zhongli as you clean up his empty alcohol bottles for him to pull you over, mistaking you as a harlot n fucking you raw!
afterwards, when you go to clean up, your big brother xiao is watching you predatorily. if you don't want mommy to find out you let daddy fuck you like a whore, let big brother get a taste. of course after he scoops out his father’s load out of your used insides <3
𖦹 content: dom!toji, switch!megumi, stepcest, drugging, oral sex (m! receiving), mention of breeding kink, dub-con, pet names, voyeurism, mfm, humiliation kink, dark content.
𖦹 pairings: step-dad!fushiguro toji x fem!reader x step-bro!fushiguro megumi
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"Feels... ahn, weird~ Toji...", your voice came out slurred and your head was fuzzy as your step-dad's large hands roamed your body with your face shoved deep into a fluffy pillow on Toji's spacious bed and ass and waist had been pulled up.
It had been so easy for Toji to grab you by the waist minutes before and give you some strange, adulterated juice to drink. He said it was for you to focus better on your college classes today, and you were so ready to part your lips to drink that liquid. Your loving, caring, partially gentle step-dad would never want anything bad for you, right? Fushiguro Toji would never do anything bad to you.
Yes, he would never do anything bad to you. Only with your tight little pussy, widening it with his long, sturdy fingers right after he drugged you and guided you into his bed.
How long had Toji dreamed of being able to corrupt you from a good dumb girl who was at least trying to do well in her college subjects to a well-trained slut? Oh, too long, since before he discovered that his biological son, much smarter than you, might have a morbid and excessive affection for you.
The truth was that if Toji wasn't the first to use your pussy and fuck you into oblivion, Megumi would be. And not a few times Megumi cornered you in the hallway at dawn thinking his father was already asleep and running hands down your thighs, breasts and ass while asking: "Don't you want to make your brother feel good, Hm? I know you do" in whispers.
And now, the nice clothes you were supposed to be wearing to go to college were lying on the floor as your step-dad held your hips up tightly and spread your wet, sensitive folds before going to unbutton his own pants. Your eyes rose forcefully and, even though cloudy, they could see Megumi sitting in an armchair in front of the bed swallowing dryly in a frustrated manner unable to look away from your panting, lethargic body because of the drug in your system.
Did he feel bad? No, he just wanted the opportunity to use his bimbo step-sister. His cock was aching inside his pants, but Toji had spoken from the beginning that his son would not touch you without his beloved father's permission.
"Toji-mhm!", you gasped as you felt him rub the tip of his dick against your folds and he whispered a "Uh-hm, pretty one?"; from your lips came a drawn out, begging, sly: "Feels good, 's good.."
Toji opened a wicked grin before slowly pushing himself into your tight pussy and having you moaning loudly with eyes rolling upwards. The drug in your system was making the growing and latent pleasure reach a level of intensity that your body couldn't handle without shaking, all your muscles were spasming and there was saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and Megumi had to cover his own mouth to keep from moaning in front of your lewd and pornographic face of bliss.
"How do you feel, hm? Still with me, little one?", Toji leaned over your back whispering close to your ear and with eyes fixed on Megumi sitting restlessly in front of you both, "Your stepfather's cock is as good as you expected, hm?"
"Y-Yes, so... mhm, good! So much!", you didn't even really know what you were talking about, the only thing your mind could think of was Toji's cock starting to slowly move out and in inside you.
Just then your step-dad was gesturing for Megumi to get up and come to the two of you fucking on the bed and just then your stepbrother's hands were getting rid of his clothes and freeing his cock before directing it to your lips ajar from your rapid breathing.
"Use her pretty lil’ mouth, wanna see my pretty girl leaking cum from all her holes", Toji commanded as his hips made your body thrust forward every time his cock buried itself inside your tight pussy.
And Megumi felt suddenly embarrassed as he watched you obediently open your mouth to lick him before swallowing him like you were the best trained puppy in the world.
While your step-dad was using your cunt, your stepbrother was burying himself in your mouth and fucking your face mercilessly. Yes, you were their little doll, to be used whenever they wanted, to be leaking cum until it was time to fill you up again.
The more your walls milked Toji's cock, the more he pulsed and twitched against them forcefully. Several hoarse grunts escaping his throat and gasps coming out of Megumi's lips, the three of you became a mess of sweaty bodies in sync on your step-dad's messy bed.
"Wanna have your daddy's seed deep inside you, princess? Wanna become my little wifey?", Toji whispered close to your ear as you moaned around your stepbrother's dick above you and eyes rolled up as your mind remained clouded by the drug.
But even without it you would have agreed to be corrupted by the two of them and become the Fushiguro's cum dump. In the end, you were their bimbo princess, right? Right.
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The sound of a zipper filled the cramped space of the storage closet, and you swallowed your gasp, unable to look anywhere else as Nanami wrapped his fist around the prettiest cock you’d ever seen—hard and dipping heavily under its own weight.
His other hand held onto the shelf near your head, wood creaking under his grip and his mouth beside your ear—a murmur so low and deep that your fingers subconsciously twitched in your underwear.
“Keep that skirt up, sweetheart.”
Grasping the once smooth pleats against your stomach, you watched him drag his hand up his thick length, whimpering when his knuckles bumped the back of yours that were messily working your clit.
“Good,” he breathed out, squeezing the base of his cock. “Fuck—Good girl.”
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