despite the tremendous growth zuko has had over the years in regulating his emotions and reeling back his more sadistic ways of achieving his goals, it’s no surprise that there are still moments where his past behavior peeks through in places that aren’t quite. . . standard for him.
“hm? I didn’t quite catch that, baby,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on your flushed face as he pulls you closer, grip possessive, vice, the tension between you palpable and unmistakable. he forcefully bounces you on his thick cock as steam curls around you, water harshly sloshing with every sharp thrust your husband plants to your abused hole. it’s nothing unusual for zuko to pull you into the royal baths like this, craving a quiet escape from his relentless advisors and the chaos of certain friends who have always surrounded him.
but this time. . . this time was different.
“i—mph! i’m sorry! i’msorryi’msorryi’msorry—!”
“sorry for what? be more clear.”
“for ah! running straight into danger when you told me not to.”
“exactly. with absolutely no regard for your safety.” he clicks his tongue, a large hand coming down to swat at your asscheeks. “i know you’re a big, strong girl, but dealing with bandits alone isn’t something i want my wife to be doing in her spare time, especially when i’m off on avatar business,” he growls, tone edged with something firm but familiar.
frustration, worry. a deep desire to keep you safe in his domain.
you nod frantically, eyes glossed over with a mix of pleasure and guilt. you know how much zuko worries about you, a non-bender from foreign lands still unfamiliar with the true weight and danger of the fire nation territory.
you aren’t used to this, to life as royalty. to be waited on by maids and fed by famous chefs. you were a kyoshi warrior, above all. the only thing you knew here was him. his patience, steady presence, and strength. the way he looks at you like you hung up the moon and stars.
the fiery, dilated eyes that you cannot currently see.
“wanna look at you, zuko. haven’t seen your face in days.” you whimper, tears staining the crimson ribbon, the one tight around your eyes— the one he uses to keep his hair up.
“bad girls don’t get to have their way, princess. make me cum, and maybe i’ll grant you your wish.”
he slides his hands up your torso, teasing and featherlike. you could only shudder as you kept moving against him, your hands clinging to his shoulders and arms, stronger and broader than you remember, shaped by the years that have passed around him.
he thumbs at your nipples, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face as his thoughts begin to wander. he feels the subtle change in you, the way you tense and draw closer, and his expression shifts into something more devious (and a tad vengeful) as he watches you carefully.
zap!
you gasp at the sharp sting against your chest.
lightening. from his fingertips.
“i didn’t tell you to stop, sweetheart. you don’t get to stop until i punish you properly.” he tilts his head. “now, should i make you count?”
he’s still angry, but not unfair. zuko soothes the sting with his mouth, lips pressing and suctioning and lingering where the heat blooms, easing it with slow, careful attention from his hot tongue— the way he does to your achy cunt on the days of your period where your cramps hurt the most.
then, he does it again. lets a spark flicker against the flesh of your ass, clit, and chest again and again until you’re trembling against him, unable to keep yourself upright.
relentless and ruthless and so, so, so in love with you.
“i’m sorry, zuko. won’t ever do it again.”
“i know you are, baby. but i can’t forgive you just yet.”
“wh-what can i do to make you feel better?”
he pauses, thoughts drifting once more as he begins to picture you warm and glowing, a soft hand resting over the gentle curve of your stomach. that’s all he’s been thinking about, really. in meetings and missions, at night when he’s got an arm slung over your tummy as you sleep.
what it would be like for you to bear his children.
you have always been so patient, so natural with aang’s son bumi, and the image lingers longer than he expects. he can’t fathom anyone else standing beside him, anyone else he would trust with something as important as having his heir, something that felt like a future he once never thought he’d have.
(and it’d give him all the more right to be fussy and obsessive about your safety. to keep you in his palace and in his line of sight at all times.
to tie you to him for eternity and more.)
“a baby.” he quickens his pace, rough hands glued to your hips, now full on slamming into you. he’s delirious with want, the animalistic need to mark you and solidify your position as lady of this land once and for all. “give me a— fuuuck— baby. i want an heir, princess.”
“ah—! ah—! zuko, slow down! a wh-what? a-a baby?”
“yes. need you bred and pregnant by the end of the week— no— by tonight. that’s an order.” he jests, but there’s a heavy glint in his eye. your walls flutter at his words. “and i think this pretty cunt agrees with me.”
a vow. you would bare his child at once.
“o-of course, zuko.”
“then we can’t have the water washing away my cum now can we? gotta make sure it takes.” he presses a kiss to the side of your head, slow and lingering. then his teeth catch lightly on the ribbon, tugging it loose before he pulls it away from your face, letting it fall as he finally looks at you again.
he grips your ass. makes a move to stand, cock still buried to the hilt of your quivering pussy. you instinctively tighten around him, grappling at the expanse of his muscular figure.
“missed you so much.” you sigh, nuzzling into his face and nipping at his scar. he breathes in your scent. agonizes over the fact that you’d smell so much sweeter once you’re full of milk and spiritual energy. “wan’ a baby with you too, zuko. been wanting one for so long.”
he begins fucking upwards again, letting gravity drag you down his girthy length. “why didn’t you say so before, petal?”
“you were so busy with nation affairs and. . . with everything you’ve been through.” you bite your lip. “and we cannot guarantee our first born would inherit fire-bending.”
he chuckles. his sweet, thoughtful girl. “all the more reason to have one, flower. or many. it would strengthen the throne— strengthen foreign alliances— regardless if the fire lord can bend fire or not. and it would heal my past wounds in ways that you can’t even imagine. to see you and watch you be the most amazing mother to our children. . .” he groans as he feels himself drawing close.
you moan at his words, at the weight of him inside you and what this meant. “i’m so close, zuko. wanna feel you fill me. wanna give you a baby. make you a good father, too.”
his hips falter for a moment, breath catching. your arms wind around his neck, pulling him down as your lips meet his in a rushed, desperate kiss, the kind that says more than either of you can put into words as zuko leans into you without hesitation. he cums with a moan into your mouth, his semen coating your guts in long, endless spills. he feels your slick envelope him, walls milking him for everything he has.
“i love you.” he whispers into the crown of your head. “what an honor it’d be to start this new chapter with you.”
you can only smile against his chest, eyes drifting closed as sleep slowly takes you. you trust that he’ll always make sure you’re clean and ready for bed, wrapped safely in his arms.
your dreams blur soft and warm, filled with him, with the quiet image of zuko standing tall, a smaller version of him clutching the front of his robes as he holds them close, steady and sure like everything you’ve come to find in him.
Contains: zuko x wife!reader, smut, p in v sex, missionary, mating press, he's down bad but also kinda dom so switch!zuko?, belly bulge, dirty talk, overstimulation in general, praise, breeding, lil dabble
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He was overstimulated and his skin was burning yet he would rather drag a dagger into his chest than stop moving his hips. Because at the end of the day, how dare he? How dare he leave his wife all alone for the first time since they got married for days to go to neighbouring nations on boring political councils?
You had your legs wrapped around his waist locking him in place. Putting all your might into only letting him move out if he was going to give you his long achingly deep thrusts in return. He had cum twice already, didn't take long considering the fact that at this point he has been trained to only cum when you were present. He was dizzy at this point, squeezing his eyes shut as he held onto your hips and not only fucked into you but lifted you up slightly to fuck you onto him. The raise gave the perfect angle for his tip to kiss your cervix and make you gasp with every thrust like you're experiencing it for the first time.
The huge fireplace in your bed chambers crackled and somehow it looked cold compared to the burning sensation of your impending fourth orgasm. You whined and arched your back. Zuko felt your lower back curl in his hands, making him move one to slide it from your hip, pass over your stomach and sternum and cup your jaw. He was gentle but steadfast in his grip as he moved your thrown back head to face him.
"I'll never do it" he said out of breath looking into your eyes. You clenched around him making both of you moan. "Fuck" he groaned, "I'll never go far from you, I'll never go where I can't reach and touch this body". His words made you whine. He make his thrusts somehow rougher, deeper, harder. "Don't ever wanna leave this pussy" he said looking at his cock stuffing you full. With soft whimpers and tears prickling on your lash line you shook your head. "Never, never letting you go," his heart(and cock) thumped at your honey voice. "Want me to stay here? And pleasure you, my wife?" he asked teasingly as if he wasn't just as much of a mess. "Always wanna be full of you, all of you" you said, nodding.
He moved, rough and quick. Throwing your legs over each of his shoulders, making you feel his biceps press on the underside of your thighs. And he bent over. Oh shit.
The new angle made his cock, not kiss your cervix, but start bruising it. You felt impossibly full and content. Screaming out your husband's name without shame. His head leaned down kissing you deeply drinking in your loud moans and returning to you his down deep groans with the occasional breathy whine.
One of his hands stayed angeling your legs so they don't slip off his shoulders. The other stayed on your jaw tilting your face to deepen the kiss and shoving his tongue in your mouth.
His thrust weren't robotic- just in out, in out. He used his abdominal muscles to curve his hips into you. He not only thrusted in but also up. The drag and the sensitivity made you both whine helplessly like you weren't the ones doing this to each other.
"So deep...fuck, you're- oh fuck, so deep" you whispered between whines. He nodded running his hands across you, from your face to your hips, enjoying the feeling of your body twitching from pleasure. His hand stopped before it could reach your hips though. Stopped on your stomach. Right below your belly button. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my fucking god" he whispered, genuinely trying to compose himself. You were too lost in your pleasure to hear him but you felt it. You felt his palm press down slowly, letting him feel how his cock was hammering into you even better. You let out a gasp, followed by a whimper at the feeling of the bulge that formed everytime your husband bottomed out into you. "I told you it's-" you couldn't finish your sentence.
"Wanna have this all the time" he said. Was your husband not making sense anymore? "Wanna fill you up so nicely" Oh. Oh. "Even when my cock isn't inside this perfect pussy I want it to have my cum deep inside" he kept talking while still thrusting, mouth inches from your face, you felt the honesty in his hot breath.
"Wouldn't you want that, baby? Want me to get you nice n' full?" You could only moan and helplessly lay your palms on the muscles that formed his v line that tensed with every thrust. But you nodded. Nodded and looked him in the eyes. That's all he needed to cum again.
He slammed into you, cumming as deep inside as he could, making you feel every wave of his orgasms. He continued in quick shallow thrusts, filling you up.
But not before dipping his fingers in his mouth. Getting his middle and ring finger wet and then tilting them towards your mouth. You opened your mouth feeling the wet digits slip inside, welcoming the needed distraction. After a how bobs of your head he pulled them out and dragged them down your body. Leaving a wet trail between your breasts and down you body while looking directly into you eyes, watching them follow his wet fingers. They reached down to gently rub your clit while his orgasm was still going, cum still spilling inside you.
You immediately clenched and arched from his actions. Letting out stuttering moans, your toes curled, "Close..I'm clo- fuck I'm gonna cum" you said hurriedly almost out of breath. Borderline panicking at how fast your orgasm approached. "I want nothing more from this life than to watch you cum around my cock, my love." Those words were your demise. With shaking thighs and twitchy hands you screamed, your back arching off the bed as your climax hit you with no mercy.
"That's my girl, fuck, that's it" he said stroking your thighs as you calmed down.
cw: explicit, creampie, whining to Zuko that youre tired of riding him.
You’re already panting, thighs burning as you bounce on his cock, it feels so good but you’re getting fkn tired. “Zuko fuck, I’m doing all the work again,” you huff, hips slowing just enough to make a point. Your hands press against his broad chest, nails digging in like that’ll make him move. “Can’t you—ngh—help a little?”
His gold eyes narrow at you as his big hands stay planted on your waist, but they don’t guide you. They just hold you there, thick cock buried deep, “That so?” He thrusts upward once. “Whining already, princess? Thought you wanted to ride me.”
You roll your hips once more, trying to prove something, but it comes out pathetic. His cock twitches inside you, fat and heavy, veins pulsing against your walls. God, it’s so good. Too good. But your legs are shaking and you’re tired and—
“Zuko, please—”
Big mistake.
In one smooth motion he flips you. Your back hits the mattress hard. Zuko looms over you as one massive hand pinning both your wrists above your head. “Princess,” he growls, free hand gripping your thigh and shoving it up toward your chest. The new angle forces his cock even deeper, the thick head bullying. “You wanna complain about doing all the work? Fine. I’ll do it.”
Zuko pulls back just enough for the fat head of his cock to catch at your pussy and then thrusts back in hard. “F-fuck—Zuko—!”
“Yeah?” He pulls back only to drive in again, hips snapping. Every thrust rocks your whole body, tits bouncing, “This what you wanted? Me doing all the fuckin’ work?”
You nod frantically, “Zuko—ahh—too much—slow down—!”
“Slow down?” He scoffs, hooking your leg over his shoulder driving in harder, “You were whining about doing nothing n’ now it’s too much? Tch.”
Sweat slicks your skin, your thighs trembling where he’s got you pinned. “Zuko—Zu—fuck, I’m—!” You whimper louder about to orgasm as the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs against your swollen clit.
“C’mon then,” he growls, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Cum on my cock like the spoiled little slut you are. Make it loud for me, princess.”
Tears slip down your cheeks, mouth hanging open in a constant stream of loud, whimpering moans that get louder with every brutal thrust.
You’re a mess but Zuko just looks so fucking happy, that smug smirk never leaving his face. “Still wanna whine about doing all the work?” he asks, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
You shake your head weakly, utterly spent, a satisfied little whimper slipping out instead. You were a lucky girl, indeed.
a/n: ok fuck sorry I folded and I love u guys and and wrote this after work fuck bc I ACTUALLY NEED HIM TO BEND ME OVER RIGHT NOW plz plz plz Zuko I need u more than toji plz actually both of u plz at the same damn time
It’s impossible to control your whoremones when you’re ovulating around the Fire Lord.
Your body betrays you every single time. Your breasts feel heavier, nipples sensitive against your robes. And between your thighs? You’re so soaked making your panties cling uncomfortably all day.
But of course you’re engaged to a fucking prince who’s meeting with his advisors dragged on forever, and you’d spent the whole time biting your lip, trying not to squirm while your mind kept drifting to his mouth, his hands, the thick length of him stretching you open.
You’re lounging in the low chair off to the side of the war room, just barely in Zuko’s line of sight. The golden light from the braziers flickers across him as he sits at the head of the long table, posture straight even though you can tell he’s bored out of his mind. His advisors drone on about supply lines and border skirmishes as your eyes lock onto his.
He’s listening—or pretending to—nodding occasionally, and you decide this is the perfect time to have a little fun.
Keeping your face perfectly neutral, you slowly slide one hand down your body, careful not to draw attention from the others. The silk of your robe parts easily under your fingers. You slip beneath the hem, trailing lightly over your stomach until you reach the damp heat between your thighs.
Your panties stick to your swollen folds as you push them aside with two fingers and bite the inside of your cheek when you finally touch bare, slick skin.
Zuko’s eyes narrow as you hold his stare as you drag your fingers through your wetness, coating them before circling your aching clit. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. You press harder, rubbing tight little circles while your hips shift the tiniest bit in the chair.
The hand resting on the arm of his throne curls into a fist, knuckles whitening. One of the advisors is still talking—something about grain shipments—but Zuko’s focus is completely locked on the way your hand moves beneath your robe. You let your lips part just slightly, letting him see the way your breath hitches when you dip two fingers lower and push inside yourself.
You’re so wet the faint, obscene sound of it is almost audible to you. You pray the advisors can’t hear.
Zuko’s chest rises and falls a little faster. His eyes burn—literally, the gold flaring brighter for half a second before he forces it back under control. You can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he’s gripping the edge of the table now like he’s two seconds from standing up and clearing the entire room.
You slide your fingers deeper, curling them just the way he does when he’s inside you, and your thighs tremble. A soft, involuntary exhale escapes your lips. You don’t break eye contact. Instead, you mouth his name silently—Zuko—while you fuck yourself slow and teasing on your own fingers, thumb still working your clit in lazy circles.
He shifts in his seat, and you know he’s hard. You can see the slight bulge beneath his robes, the way he has to adjust his posture to hide it from the men still obliviously discussing tactics.
One of the advisors asks him a direct question. Zuko’s voice comes out rougher than usual, “Repeat that.”
You smile sweetly and oh so innocently, even as you pump your fingers a little faster, chasing your orgasm. Zuko’s gaze drops for a split second to where your hand disappears under the fabric, then snaps back up to your face. The look he gives tells you you're going to pay for this later.
The thought only makes you wetter. You add a third finger, stretching yourself, imagining it’s him fucking you right here in front of everyone. You’re so close already, body wound tight from hours of denial and ovulation hormones turning you into a desperate little mess.
Zuko clears his throat, cutting off whatever the advisor was saying.“This meeting is over.”
The men blink, startled, but they know better than to argue with him. Chairs scrape as bows are offered, and they file out quickly, murmuring among themselves.
The second the heavy doors shut behind the last advisor, Zuko is on his feet immediately. You don’t stop touching yourself—still lazily fucking your fingers, lips parted on soft little pants—until he’s right in front of your chair.
He grabs your wrist and yanks your hand out from under your robe. Your fingers are shiny with your slick. Without breaking eye contact, he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, tongue curling around them. “Couldn’t wait until I was done? Had to tease me like that in front of everyone?”
You bite your lip, still breathing hard, thighs pressed together as another rush of wetness coats your folds. “You looked bored,” you whisper, “I thought I’d give you something better to focus on.”
In one swift motion he hauls you up from the chair, spins you around, and bends you over the long war table. Your palms slap against the polished wood as he shoves your robe up over your hips, yanking your soaked panties down your thighs. “Fuck,” he hisses, one large hand spreading your ass so he can see how dripping and swollen you are. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me already. That explains your behavior.”
You whimper at his words, pushing back against him, aching to be filled. The thick head of his cock nudges against your entrance and you moan when he drags it through your slick folds, “Zuko—please—”
He laughs mockingly as he keeps teasing your entrance without pushing in. “Please what? Use your words. You were so bold a minute ago, mouthing my name and fucking yourself right in front of me. Now you’re suddenly shy?”
You whine, fingers scrabbling against the table. “Please fuck me. I need you—need your cock—”
He doesn’t make you beg twice before you cry out, fingers scrabbling against the table as he starts fucking you hard and deep. Zuko groans, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other fists in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to speak against your ear. “So greedy today. Can’t even sit through one meeting without playing with this needy little cunt. What am I going to do with you?”
He starts fucking you in deep, punishing strokes. “You’re going to pay for that little show,” he growls,
“Teasing your Fire Lord like that… making me hard while I’m supposed to be listening to grain shipments.” He punctuates the words with a particularly hard snap of his hips. “You really thought that through didn’t you?”
You moan loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the table creaking beneath you. “Zuko—ah—yes—I was thinking about you the whole time.”
Without warning he pulls out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. Before you can protest, he flips you onto your back on the wide table, spreading your legs wide and hooking them over his elbows. He slides back into you in one smooth thrust, the new angle making your back arch.
“There we go,” he murmurs, golden eyes soft even as his hips snap forward hard. “Better? I know how needy you get, my empress.”
He leans down to kiss you, tongue sliding against yours while he fucks you. You moan into his mouth, hands clutching at his shoulders. He feels so good, so thick, and exactly what you needed. After a few more deep thrusts he pulls out again, ignoring your desperate sound of protest. With easy strength he lifts you off the table, turns you, and sits himself in one of the heavy advisor chairs before pulling you down onto his lap facing him. You sink onto his cock, taking all of him. “Ride me,” he orders, hands gripping your hips.
You brace your hands on his chest and start moving, bouncing on his cock with frantic, needy rolls of your hips. Zuko groans, head tipping back for a moment before he looks up at you again, one hand sliding up to cup your breast flicking the peak as you whimper.
“Look at you,” he teases, “So pretty when you’re desperate like this. My perfect girl, dripping all over me because she couldn’t wait another minute.” He suddenly thrusts up hard to meet you, making you cry out. “That’s it—fuck, just like that.”
He lets you ride him for a while, watching as you chase your pleasure. You’re so so fucking close when he picks you up still buried inside you, and carries you a few steps to press your back against the cool stone wall. “Zuko—ah—please, I’m so close—” Your legs wrap around his waist as he fucks you against it, the angle letting him grind against your clit with every thrust.
“I know, princess,” he coos, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck while his hips piston into you. “I can feel how tight you’re getting. You feel so good ”
The combination of his sweet words and the brutal way he’s fucking you sends you over. Zuko groans at the feeling, fucking you through it with deep, steady strokes.
Before you can even catch your breath, he pulls out once more, spins you around, and bends you over the table again, “Again,” he murmurs against your ear, “You’re ovulating, love. I know you need more than one. So be good and come for me again while I fill you up.”
You push back against him, pussy squelching loudly. “That’s my princess… I love when you get like this. I love you”
You come a second time as tears prick your eyes from the overstimulation. Your walls clamp down around him, milking his cock as he cums hard. Zuko’s rhythm falters as he twitches inside you, the last of the thick white spurts filling you.
Then he gently pulls out, turns you to face him, and lifts you into his arms with surprising tenderness. He carries you over to his throne-like chair at the head of the table and settles you on his lap, your head resting against his chest.
Zuko brushes damp strands of hair from your face, golden eyes warm and full of affection as he looks down at you. “Feeling better, princess?” he asks softly, a playful little smirk tugging at his lips, “Or do you need me to give you a few more rounds?”
You laugh breathlessly and nuzzle closer to him as he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s what I thought. We’ve got all afternoon… and I’m more than happy to keep spoiling you rotten.”
a/n: I spend all day writing this w zuko edits replaying in the background then I nap then I edit and now u sluts get to see it too! I can’t stop watching zuko edits I love him I need him in my mouth RIGHT NOW
Atta girl ✧ High Noon Yone x fem!reader
tw: degradation, creampie, abuse (i think??), spanking, forced breeding, dub con (if theres anything else let me know<3)
an: i wrote this a while ago when hn yone got first leaked, so if any new lore dropped - i wouldn't know.
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You swore to yourself that you’d kill every single one of those damn devils — without a single exception. You promised to avenge all the poor souls that got killed by those who made a pact with a devil. Not only that, but you’d give your life to free the west from its curse. It was the least you could do after failing so miserably to save others.
So why were you bent over the saloon counter while a man rutted into you? Why were you moaning and whining his name? The name of a man who had made a pact with a devil.
Bounty hunter Yone.
Such an ironic title when you consider that there’s a high bounty on him as well. He hated devils, too — more than anything. His hatred took him so far that he became one of them. And god, you were thankful for it.
Your thoughts were clearly getting manipulated by your tight cunt that was squeezing around his girth so deliciously that it made him growl into your ear. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet — the saloon might’ve been empty, but he wanted everyone to hear that walked by, how he was fucking this once so proud and snobbery woman into his little bitch. How she slowly became his dumb slut.
Yone’s hands were on your hips as he thrusted into you from behind, pressing his pelvis against your ass while he leaned forward to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. One hand wandered up your throat, grabbing your chin with it and pulling your head back. His lips were barely two inches away from yours — “Aren’t ya just so pathetic?” He purred. “Just half an hour ago ya were soooo confident about killin’ me, tellin’ me how much ya hated ‘my kind’, how selfish I am, and now… You’re soakin’ and suckin’ in my cock like it’s ya’s life purpose.” The low growl in his voice was making your walls flutter around his dick. You hated to admit how good this felt.
His hands were cold, freezing even. They sent shivers down your spine with every touch. He had this frightening and overwhelming aura that seemed to become more distinct with every thrust. His hand let go of your face after he saw the tears roll down your cheeks, proud of his work. From the corner of your eye, you could see his cocky grin.
squeeze
“Oh, fuck…!” He cursed. “Makes you this horny? Nasty bitch. Gon’ teach ya a lesson… Make…Ah~ ya regret facin’ me.” Your walls kept pulsating around his cock, massaging all of it like your cunt was made for him. It was driving him crazy, low grunts escaping his throat.
He spread your ass cheeks with his two broad hands - one gloved. Groans of satisfaction as he looked at the sight. Letting go of one and giving it a hard smack right after, leaving a stinging pain which made you whine out. Music to his ears. Another smack.
And another.
And another.
“That ass already looked good in those tight ass jeans ya were wearin’ - but I didn’t expect it to look this good without ‘em” He could feel himself getting harder at the sight, growing even bigger inside of you. “Gon’ make you ride me next time. Want to see that pretty ass bounce on my fat cock. Better show me how much of a cowgirl ya truly are.”
You turned your face to him, where he was already looking at you with the same cocky smile he had before. The pale skin in combination with his flaming orange eyes made your heart skip a beat. You never thought you’d think of a devil as handsome. Tears were streaming down your face as he continued to abuse your cunt to the best of his abilities.
Yasuo warned you of him — No, everyone warned you of him, but you didn’t want to listen. You were so confident in being able to defeat him, in being able to get one step closer to peace in the west. And here you were, squirming underneath him, sobbing because his cock just hits all the right spots too damn good, begging him to fuck you harder, to abuse your cunt just a little more because in reality you were a pathetic masochist, who loved that he treated you like a piece of fuck meat. You were begging him to fill you up with his hot seed, to make a mess out of you and your cunt - to mark it as his.
You didn’t care about the peace of the west anymore. All you could think about was Yone’s cock buried deep inside your pussy while his hands were kneading your ass in such a nice but rough manner. You wanted to cum all over his dick again and again and again.
“Oh shit, darlin’ - gonna cum. Gon’ fill your tiny little pussy with my seed, ya want that? Fuck~ Tell me how badly ya want it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly ya want to get bred by me.” Yone commanded, the same low husky tone as before.
Oh, how much this man turned you on, with his stupid low voice and his stupid grunts. “Yo- Ah~ Fuck… Please…fill me up…”
“Atta girl!”
His sloppy thrusts eventually ended up in him burying himself deep inside you, filling you up with all he has. The twitching feeling of his cock and the noises he made really hit you hard, making you squirt around him, ruining his chaps. Soft whines and pants leaving your lips. Yone threw his head back at the feeling, his hat almost falling off his head.
A split second before he pulled his cock out, looking at his cum oozing out of your cunt. Yours and his fluids were mixing together on the floor. He slurred out some quiet words, while spreading your pussy to really take in the view.
"Think ya can take another round?"
He hummed softly. He had his head buried in your chest, arms wrapped around your stomach, his eyes closed.
You smiled a little at his sleepy voice, running your hands through his black hair, the soft threads tangling around my fingers, your nails scratching his undercut. You looked down at his peaceful face and almost considered shutting up, just to let him be in peace.
"You gotta let me go, you know. I have work to do."
"...its the fucking weekend, shut up."
"I have a paper and I have a deadline."
"Don't care."
His arms tightened around you, digging his face deeper.
"Come onnn," You squirmed against his hold, laughing. "I promise I'll be done quickly. The rest of the night, I'm totally yours."
"...mine?" He looked up through heavy lashes.
"Mhm. Let me go?"
He did. Groaning, he let you go and rolled over. "One of these days, I might just burn those damn papers down."
You sat up properly, swinging your legs over the bed. It felt surprisingly empty now that you didn't have him so close to your heart anymore. You leaned over to him to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
"Mhm, don't worry, you're still my number one."
Just as you were about to stand up though, arms snaked around your waist. And before you knew it, you were pulled back into the bed. His body embraced you, your legs caged between his.
"Hey–we talked about this—" You laughed, trying to escape his iron grip around your waist.
"Kiss." He mumbled against your neck.
"What? I gave you one."
He shook his head. His soft hair brushed my ears, sending tingles over me. "No, that wasn't a proper one."
"You're clingy"
"And you love me."
"That I do." You laughed.
"You also didn't say that after you woke up."
"I just did."
"No you didn't. You didn't say the words."
"Is that my crime? Is that why you imprisoned me?" You giggled as he pulled you closer to him, your back pressing against his front. He held you so hard you could barely move against him. You felt him nod.
You tried to turn around. "I say I love you to you like every 5 minutes the whole day."
"...thats not the same thing. Morning one's are special." He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. "It means you think of me when you wake up."
"Levi." You snorted. "I wake up right next to you everyday, how could I not?"
"...not the same thing." He mumbled.
"Okay, fine." You accepted defeat. "I love you. So so much. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you that. I'm sorry I didn't give you a proper kiss. I'm sorry. Yeah?"
"Hm." You felt his lips against your throat. Instinctively, your head tilts to give him more access. "Still not letting you go."
"Why not?" I apologized."
"Don't care. I'm more important than papers."
"Of course you are, but-"
"Shh." His hand covered your mouth. "I'll help you finish it, so just...stay with me."
You considered. He was too warm, felt too perfect against you for you to actually even try and struggle. You sighed.
"I'll hold you to it you know."
He only hummed.
"You know, you can't just hold me down whenever you feel like it." You turned around, pressing your forehead against his. "You're going to get me fired one of these days."
Levi exhaled.
"You're mine anyways. Everything about you." He peered at you through half-lidded eyes. "Mine, you said so."
"Yours." You confirmed.
Nobody else was even worth looking at when you had him like this.
A husky voice spoke right beside your ear, startling you. You felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, warmth pressing against your neck.
"Huh–" You turned your head around, caught off guard. But your shoulders relaxed the moment you realized it was him. "Oh hi, it's you."
Levi rested his head on your shoulder, spreading his legs so they went around where you were sitting, practically slumping on you
"Mhm, were you hoping it was someone else?" Levi mumbled sleepily, snuggling deeper, pressing a soft kiss into the skin before burying his face into the crook of your neck.
"Never." You smiled.
You were sitting on the bed of the spare bedroom, papers and books spread across you. You work best in bed. But Levi was so tired tonight, he had went to bed early, and you hadn't the heart to disrupt his sleep. Which is why you had to seek refuge in the guest bedroom instead.
"You made a mess." He huffed, noticing the absolute chaos of papers and books you have made in the bed.
"We don't have much guests either way. This room is practically going to waste. But fine," You reassure him. "I'll clean up later, I swear."
"You always say that. Weeks will pass, the mess will stay the same." He mutters.
"Alright, you neat-freak, did you wake up just to take a nick at how unorganized I am?" You raise a brow, shooting a glance sideways, pretending to be annoyed. You failed to bite back the smile tugging on your lips though."You should be asleep."
"Shouldn't you too?" He pouted. "I can't sleep if you're not there."
"I know," You raised your hand, ruffling his hair. It was already messy, indicating he'd been tossing and turning in the bed for a while now. "I just really need to finish this article, alright? Go to bed, I'll be there."
"Is your work more important than me?" His head turned sideways, the silver of his eyes glinting through sleep-heavy lids. He almost looked like a pouty kid, needy for attention. You turned your head to press your forehead against his, pressing against the warmth of his body. He was always so warm.
"Levi, I promise. Just 5 minutes."
"I gave you 2 hours." He frowned.
"5 more minutes. Finishing touches."
"In the morning. Come to bed."
"Just 5 minutes!" You laughed when he shook his head, his hair tingling your neck.
"5 seconds."
"Levi."
"5." He began counting.
You rolled your eyes, amused. "No way, you're doing that."
"4."
"I'm serious."
"3."
"Two minutes?"
"2."
You squirmed against his hold, struggling to loosen his grip. You tugged forward, but you couldn't even budge.
Curse Levi and his Ackerman strength.
"1."
"Okay, I'm serious, let me g–"
You didn't even get a second before you were hoisted up in the air, thrown over his shoulder. A surprised squeal escaped you but the next thing you know you were in your bedroom. He dropped you on it, bed creaking underneath the sudden weight. Then he slid in, pulling the covers and tucking the both of you under it, an arm wrapping around you so you were pressed firmly against his chest and very unable to move.
"You work too hard for your own good." He mumbled, voice already raspy from the exhaustion clouding over him.
"Says the workaholic and the insomniac." You protest.
"You talk a lot, don't you?" He sighed softly. "Go to sleep. If you don't get enough rest you get cranky in the morning."
"I suffer from cranky Levi everyday. You should get a taste." You grinned.
"I'm not cranky."
"No. You're like a moody teenager on her period."
"Shut up." He tugged your ear, a playful gesture to show that he was annoyed. But the slightest quirk of his mouth didn't escape your eyes, as small as it was. "Need my sleep, love. Can't have that if you're not here."
"Yeah?" You exhaled, sleep caressing your eyes as well. But the nickname still made you grin. Hearing words of endearment from Levi was such a rare thing, you felt giddy whenever he addressed you like that. It's not that he doesn't love you, it's just he's gets too flustered and embarrassed whenever the words slip out, which just makes the moments all the more special.
Like now, how he screwed up his face the instant he realized.
"No." He said in a warning tone.
Too late. You grinned. "Call me darling."
"No."
"Sweetheart?"
"No."
"Honeypie?"
"Absolutely not."
"Sweat pea?"
"What the fuck." He groaned. "I swear you get worse every day."
"I'm serious. Why not?"
"Because they're ridiculous."
"Okay. How about Fuzzball?"
"What the hell is that even supposed to mean?"
"Pumpkin?"
"Why, just why?"
You reached up, bringing your mouth closer to his ears. "Mommy?" You whispered.
He jolted. "I will smack you with this pillow." He says flatly, keeping his face expressionless. "Go to sleep before I knock you out myself."
You nodded, pressing the back of your hand to stifle your laugher, your shoulders shaking. But you decided that was quite enough for Levi. At least for one night.
"Roger." You sighed, throwing an arm over him. "Goodnight, babe."
"Brat." He grumbled, turning his head and hiding his face in the pillow.
Not before you caught the flush on his face though.
Any chance he gets he likes to watch his cum drip from your holes, his favorite being your pussy. He calls it his tight little cum bucket. He’ll chuckle a grin as he wipes any residue of cum from your fold with his cock and shove it back into your hole.
“You know I hate being wasteful” he groans as he sinks his cock back into you.
You can barely pull yourself together as you whine and whimper from the overstimulation. He’s so sadistic he’ll make you hold the camera up to your pussy so that you can get a view of how he fucks the cum back inside. He knows you can barely keep your eyes open so holding a camera is almost impossible at the moment.
“Come on I thought you wanted to make a movie” he grins menacingly staring deep into the camera.
Your moans are desperate and loud. He gives you slow long strokes just so he knows you can feel every vein and inch of his cock.
“Tell the camera where you feel me Angel” he licks his lips eyes filled with lust.
He knows exactly where you feel him. The print of his cock fucking into you is evident.
“Right here” you slur as you place a shaky hand on your lower stomach while the other holds the camera barely able to keep your hand steady.
He places his hand there and pushes down slightly.
“That’s where our baby is gonna be” he whispers
You let out a loud moan at the pressure of his hand. The feeling is so overwhelming you almost drop the camera.
“Don’t drop it ” he chuckles darkly “or we’ll have to start all over again”
He pushes your legs further apart so he can shove himself deeper in between them. His thrust are steady as he fucks you. You feel your body jolt back with each rough stroke. He grabs you by the throat pulling you close to him.
“Come, I want you to get a good view of how your pussy’s sucking my cock in”
You're trembling holding the camera up. Your moans are loud you feel the embarrassment flooding through you thinking about looking back on the video.
“Look at that, damn near sucking me dry.”
The squelching sounds that pair with his thrust leaving you whimpering. Everything leaves you moaning desperately. His hand grips your throat holding you up so you can get a view of how he fucks you. His cock feels so big all you can do is moan and drool at the sight of him plunging himself deep into you. He’s been fucking you for so long your voice has grown hoarse.
“You’re so messy” he chuckles “We’re gonna have to change the sheets after this”
His eyes are trained onto where the two of you meet watching the way your juices spray out onto him.
“You see that baby” his grip on your throat tightens as his thrust pick up speed “She’s telling me how much she loves me”
You’re too far gone, you can barely form words.
“Keep that camera steady, I want you to catch how pretty this pussy looks with my cum dripping out”
TW- Jealousy, possessiveness, fucking FLOOF, a lil violence, sex :3, kind of public? (they can def hear). ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK YOU HEATHENS I FEKKIN LOVE YOU<3
It was a good day, so far. Waking up next Aphelios always made you happy, cuddling up next to him. His hooded eyes staring at you seductively, making your stomach clench as soon as you look at him. He always woke up first, and the private moments in the morning were usually the only times you would hear his voice.
He often sang little tunes to you, waking you up from your slumber. It was like the world's best alarm clock, soothing tones caressing your ears.
"Good morning, Phel," You smiled, stretching your neck to give him a kiss. He smiled back, then rubbed his nose against yours. You buried your face in his neck, peppering little kisses that made him release sweet little groans that you knew meant he was about to lose his mind.
His hands traveled around, exploring the curves of your body, tracing fingertips across sensitive skin. You shivered under his touch, silently begging him for more.
Unfortunately, even though your body yearned for him, the two of you had things to do today. Aphelios had a recording session at the studio with the guys, and as always you were his plus one.
The two of you got ready in tandem; brushing your teeth, showering and dressing. You helped Phel pick out an outfit, and he did the same for you. Along the way, you shared soft caresses and little pecks on the cheek or lips. It was both of your way of showing that you loved each other.
Eventually you made it to the recording studio. Phel opened the car door for you, and grabbed your hand as you walked toward the building.
"So, any new songs today or just the usual?" You pondered, looking at Aphelios for an answer. Him being mute meant a lot of the small talk between the two of you consisted of your voice and him nodding or shaking his head. In response to your question, he shook his head 'no', meaning no new song today.
"Gotcha. Are you still excited though?" He smiled and nodded, and you couldn't help but smile back at the way his dark pink eyes crinkled at the corners and his soft blue hair flitted about his face. Gods, he was perfect.
Once inside, the two of you separated. Aphelios, Yone and K'Sante went into a side office to discuss the lyrics to the song (that was already out??). According to Phel, he had a LOT of criticisms about it and wanted to in his words, "beg to change it".
You'd pay to see that.
None the less, you were stuck with Kayn because Sett and Ezreal weren't even there yet. Consistently late roommates, you liked to call them.
For a while the two of you sat in silence, looking at your phones. You couldn't help but feel Kayn's piercing gaze on you every now and again, and as time went on you got a little more and a little more agitated.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer Kayn," you snap, giving him a 'what do you want' look. He raises his brow and smirks.
"If you insist," Kayn reaches angles his phone upward, seemingly preparing to take a picture. You scoff in response.
"Stop, you weirdo!" Getting up you run over to him, trying to snatch his phone. While your arm is reaching toward it, he grips your wrist tight. "Let go of me, dude." You say, ceasing to reach for his phone and looking at him with disdain. It's not that you dislike Kayn, necessarily, but you could always tell there was some tension between him and Aphelios. You weren't sure what happened between the two of them, but you were sure there was something.
"I just can't help but stare at a person as attractive as you," he begins to pull you closer, and you struggle a bit before ripping your wrist out of his grasp.
"This, whatever this is, is never going to happen Kayn. Drop it," your voice quivers because even though you know none of them would harm you, you still feel a little nervous.
"I understand, but no harm in a little flirting, right?" He smiles, standing so that you are nearly chest to chest. You glare at him, standing your ground.
"I swear to the Gods, I'm about to-"
Suddenly you hear the door to the room open, and you're swiftly moved before you see Aphelios essentially fly at Kayn, throwing one swift punch to his face.
You gasp in shock- you had never seen Aphelios get violent much less get actually angry before. Sure, he has his sassy moments and his mood swings, but he's never been so... carnal about it. You were almost frightened by his aura itself, although you could never truly be afraid of Phel.
"Phel it's okay, don't worry about it," You try and reassure him, and he whips his head giving you a look that clearly reads 'let me handle this'. You step away, observing the conflict.
"What the fuck, man?" Kayn says, and Aphelios gestures toward you dramatically, shaking his head at his friend who is still getting up off of the floor. Before Yone can come break everything up, Aphelios turns around abruptly and grabs your bicep, dragging you out of the studio and back to the car.
The drive home is quiet, as per usual, but the tension is thick in the air.
"I think you may have overreacted a little bit," you said as soon as the two of you stepped out of your car and headed toward your apartment. "I had the situation under control, Phel."
He didn't respond, keeping his eyes forward and stomping inside. You rolled your eyes; he was clearly still upset. You followed him around the apartment for a few minutes trying to bait a response from him. As soon as you reached the living room, he turned around abruptly and stared at your face, anger still apparent in his eyes and his furrowed brows.
He pulled out his phone and wrote:
I don't want you coming if Kayn is going to be there anymore.
"What, why? Because of that?" You hardly had any patience left today, and his anger was rubbing off on you. You took a deep breath and sighed in resignation when he didn't break his stare. "Fine, fine. I like coming though... What if I just stuck with you?"
He cleared his previous message, typing fast and then showing it to you.
Fine, but if he pulls some shit next time, I am going to make sure he doesn't walk out of the gods damned studio.
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The next few days went quickly, and before you knew it another session came up. Everything was fine until Kayn showed up, and the tension in the air became thick like mud.
"Ok can we just not today guys? Come on," Sett crossed his big arms and leaned against the doorframe after following Kayn inside and seeing the reaction from Aphelios. Kayn stood ominously in the middle of the room, staring Phel down. Talk about a pissing contest.
You let out a dramatic sigh, which unfortunately snatched Kayn's attention from Phel to you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his lips spread into a cheshire grin.
"Oh, if it isn't the lovely Y/N," He murmurs, walking towards you. You can feel Aphelios tense up next to you, and before Kayn reaches even a foot forward Phel shoots off the couch, basically throws you over his shoulder (the mans jacked, what can I say) and drags you into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.
He released you, letting your feet gently touch the ground before whipping you around so that you faced the wall. You didn't have a chance to speak before he was ripping your pants down your legs, reaching around you and caressing your front.
"Phel what are you- ah!" you whimpered at his movements, subconsciously thrusting your hips into his hand. You felt his breath on your neck as he leaned in and nibbled your ear. Letting out a little moan, you could hear his breathing become heavier as his own arousal came to the forefront.
You tried to turn around to face him, but he moved his hand that was already touching you to your stomach, pressing you flush against his torso. Leaning your head back, Aphelios snaked his other hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head slightly and slamming his lips onto yours. He groaned when you opened immediately, letting his tongue find yours as they danced within your kiss. His sounds made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you nudged your ass backward to rub against his clothed erection.
"Phel we shouldn't, they're right outside..." you managed to break away from his mouth for a moment, but seeing his hooded gaze and blown pupils you knew that wouldn't matter to him. In fact...
That's when it clicked- He wanted them to hear you. He wanted them, Kayn specifically, to know what was happening in here and know who was doing it.
Actually... the idea didn't really displease you. To be honest, it kind of added to the excitement.
Before you knew it, you were pushed back into the wall and could hear the signature zip of his fly opening. You bit your lip in anticipation, and when you felt the tip of his cock entering you, you couldn't help but release a little, "Fuuuuuck".
You titled your head to peak back at him, and watched his face, brows turned down in concentration- focusing on his teasing at your entrance. He pushed in and out, in and out, forever teasing with just the tip and you gasped as he threw his head back, putting his sexy neck and adams apple on display.
He thrusted fully into you then, and you moaned in ecstasy. You knew it was loud, and habitually placed a palm over your mouth. Phel reached up in front of you, grasping your hand and pulling it away from your mouth. When you looked at him, eyes watering from the feeling of his slow thrusting, he shook his head 'no', slowly- telling you exactly what you had assumed. He does want them to hear.
As he continued, you knew he was close. His movements becoming jerky, little grunts and moans slipping out of his slightly open mouth. The thrusts were nearly tipping you over as well, and when he reached around to play with your front again you lost it- moaning, "Fuck- Aphelios!," loudly as you came. He didn't stop, only speeding up and gripping your hips as he let out a whimper, slamming into you hard as he found his release.
For a moment, the two of you stayed there. His cock stuffed deep inside you, you could feel it pulse ever so slightly as he shuddered and let out a ragged breath with a few slow rolls of his hips.
After he pulled out, you looked at him. He was flush, a fleck of sweat dripping down his face. You reached up to wipe it away, then caressed his cheek with your hand. You couldn't help but smirk and give him a look. He leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips in response as he zipped his pants back up.
You reached down and pulled up your own, looking up at him as you slowly stood back up. He was biting his lip and letting out deep breaths- surely, he couldn't want to do it again already right?
Even if he did, there was a room of people on the other side who- to your dismay- heard everything. You weren't opposed to it in the moment but Gods, you were in the damn moment! Now you had to face them all.
You decided to take the leap and led the way out of the bathroom, Aphelios close on your tail. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, but you noticed Kayn was gone.
"Kayn went into the recording room," Sett smirked looking up from his phone. He slapped Aphelios on the back as he approached. "Damn, Phel, didn't know ya had it in you!"
Ezreal nearly spit out his drink, K'Sante giggled and Yone looked at him like he was going to kill him.
Phel looked at you, your face pale, and shrugged with a small smile on his lips.
Well, shit. At least you- and Aphelios- knew that things were going to be a little different when you were around his bandmates.
Is this still a thing? Lol. Me thinks Ez would be the type to do a challenge like this. Hint at the end for next collection in December ; )
''No Nut November' what a stupid thing' you thought to yourself, only to let out a soft whine at the feeling of Ezreal's thumb rubbing against your clit in slow circles. Your back was pressed up against his chest, his legs around you as you sat crossed-legged. Honestly, this challenge was so dumb. When you came over to visit Ez, you expected a good dicking, not a stupid explanation of why he can't.
"Hey! It's not dumb! There's a lot at stake! Plus it's beneficial to your health!" You wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face. You had no idea what was betted, and you honestly didn't care enough to ask. But what you did know was that there were other participants in this household. And you didn't want to question any further. "Just because I can't doesn't mean you can't either…" The wiggle of Ez's eyebrows and grin at his suggestive comment pissed you off even more. So now, here you are. Panting at the feeling of Ezreal's fingers stuffed in your cunt while the other worked against your clit.
Your manicured nails bite into his toned arms as his fingers pumped in and out of your tight walls at a languid pace. "That's it baby..." Ezreal groaned into your ear. You let out another whine when his fingers started to scissor in and out of you. Your eyes drawn to watching his fingers play with your messy cunt. The feeling of his clothed hard-on pressing against your back was distracting and you bucked your hips backwards into him, grinding your ass against his bulge. He lets out a hiss in-between clenched teeth, "Hey now~ You gotta control yourself babe." He said while his fingers curled, teasing his finger tips against your walls. You let out a sob in response, "Ezreal! Please!"
You felt the vibrations of a deep chuck and he leaned close to your ear, nipping softly at it. "I can't say no to that adorable face. You're so cute like this baby." He then pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you let out a soft moan. Not giving you a chance to process his words his fingers start to pick up the pace, curving them upwards just right to hit the spot in you that makes you see stars.
"Ah! Right there Ez! Right there!" You cried out, hips bucking up into his hand. He let out a low chuckle and a moan, holding you down. "Shhh... Let me take care of you~" He cooed into your ear, continuing the fast pace of his fingers going in and out of your tightening core. Occasionally his fingers would hit that spot, teetering you closer and closer to the edge.
You turned your head to the side to look up at him, begging for release. He groaned at your pleading look, letting out a breathless "fuck" before swooping down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
So close, you were so close. The feeling of his fingers rubbing your walls sensually as he pumped in and out, the wet sounds of his fingers stuffing your core, and the feeling of his thumb swiping roughly against your clit; all these sensations combined helping to push you to your climax. You let out a wild cry when he pinched your clit between two fingers, the combination of pain and pleasure finally giving you release. He quickly shoved his tongue into your mouth, muffling your cries with an open mouth kiss as you came. You both groaned into the kiss as your walls spasmed around his fingers. Ezreal drawed out your orgasm with slowing pumps of his fingers, before you tugged at his hair at the oversensitivity.
He lets out a chuckle and gives you one last peck to your lips and finally pulls his fingers out of you, stretching them to see the strings of your arousal glistening on his fingers. You watch as he slowly brings them to your lips and without an ounce of hesitation you start to lap at his fingers. "Good girl..." He groaned, leaning into lap his glistening fingers with you. Your tongues dancing around his digits and caressing each other's. Both letting out a moan at the taste of yourself on his fingers and against your tongues.
Once he was satisfied with how clean his fingers were he moved his hand away to grab at the back of your head and give you a searing kiss. "Fuck babe, you're making this hard for me." He chuckled against your lips but quickly got up and headed to his in-suite bathroom, not giving you a chance to respond to him.
You let out an annoyed 'humph' and grabbed your phone to scroll through it mindlessly while Ezreal went into the bathroom to wash his hands (and most likely take some selfies). You typed 'No Nut November' in the search bar, a bit curious about this dumb challenge. The Wikipedia page gave you all the information you needed and you rolled your eyes at the description. Before a bold header caught your attention:
Destroy Dick December? Huh.
You bite your bottom lip, trying to contain your mischievous expression as you peeked over your phone to look at Ez, blissfully unaware of your schemes brewing up in your mind this coming December. This was gonna be fun.
✿ Prompt: You make a home video with Yone, Kayn, and Ezreal ✿
♡ champion focuses: yone, kayn, ezreal
♡ tw: HEAVY nsfw, vulgar language
♡ Female reader
Author's Note: I needed a break from all the requests and wanted to make something a tad more self-indulgent to help myself get out of writer's block/burnout ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ This piece is probably going to be my most NSFW work to date so please read at your own discretion!! Hope you guys enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ
It was your first time making a home video, and frankly, you weren't sure what to expect... At the very least, your three friends would be at your side to help you, and capture all the best angles! Well... To their best ability, of course...~
There were cameras pointing at you from 3 different angles, but only one of them was giving any good results...
The first was the camera in Kayn's hands, trembling between his shaky fingers. He would have been able to hold it steady, completely focused on you... If only you weren't about to give him the best fucking head of his life!
"Wrap those pretty lips around it, princess..." Kayn hastily huffed out. You were apprehensive about the idea of allowing Kayn to speak to you so obscenely... But at the same time, you fucking loved the desperate, raspy tones of his voice, encouraging you to let him fuck your mouth.
Kayn was standing before your sitting figure atop the bed. The camera stuttered as he moved his hand to roughly grab at your exposed breast, giving it a generous squeeze and massaging it between his fingers.
He soon after took hold of your chin, gently caressing your soft skin. His grip was firm to keep your eyes directed up and locked with his own. His cock was buried deep inside your mouth as you rocked your head back and forth, servicing his length.
A series of choked sobs and moans bumbled up from the back of your throat, the bad boy's attention fixed solely on you through his phone's cracked screen. Steadying himself, Kayn began to tangle his fingers through your hair, allowing his hips to rock in unison with that pretty, pretty mouth of yours.
"Ughhh, princess, that's it... Take all of my fucking cock inside that dirty mouth of yours~!"
Kayn would happily admit that he absolutely fucking loved seeing such a pained expression on your face. Was it because of him or the man you were romping up and down on...
"Agh~ Yes! Yes! Yes! You feel so good... Keep sucking~" Kayn begged, "Do you like how Yone's dick feels inside of you, princess? Huh? Do you want him to keep fucking you?"
"Mmmmhmphh~!!" You responded against Kayn's length, eliciting a quiet chuckle from the man beneath you.
"You're such a filthy fucking whore~" The producer spoke.
The second camera was, in fact, Yone's, partially capturing you bouncing up and down on his dick. His length was flushed red, slicked over with a film of precum, sliding in and out of you effortlessly as he slammed his hips up into your pussy, while you simultaneously sucked and bounced.
His free hand slid up and down your back, slapping your ass every time you went up and following it with a gentle rub. "Mm~ Your pussy feels so good, sweetheart..."
Pent up and unable to hold himself back any longer, Yone slid out of you, positioning the camera to capture a high-quality clip of him climaxing all over your backside. You gasped at the sudden hot, sticky sensation. Hell, you felt a little empty without Yone's dick pounding and filling you up... but were shut up almost immediately when you felt someone climb behind you.
The final camera was Ezreal's, and he was all for assuring his section of the film had you and him in it. His arm was extended, capturing a selfie of you sucking off Kayn while he kissed your cheek. His chest was pressed against your back, sandwiching you between Kayn's cock in your mouth and Yone laying beneath the both of you.
"Come here, kitty kitty~ Smile for the camera... Uh huh~ Lift that ass up of yours for me… That's it!!"
Ezreal held your hips with his free hand, slowly pushing himself inside of your ass. The pain was almost unbearable. You never allowed anyone to take you there before! Still, Ezreal was gentle, allowing you to adjust to his size before he began to rock his hips.
Your arms gave out on you from the pressure, but that wasn't going to stop Ezreal. He positioned his camera against a pillow, letting it go so he could wrap his arms around you, holding you up in his strong embrace. "A-Ah~! Mmfph~ It feels so fucking good!" The pop star prince exclaimed while he fucked you.
It didn't take long for Yone to regain his sense of control, pulling your thighs back down so he could push himself back into your throbbing pussy. His fingers massaged your clitoris, amplifying your pleasure until you felt entirely numb. "Yone, you're going to make her pass out!" "Nonsense Ezreal, she's a good girl. She can take it!" "Hey, make sure you losers keep her clean! I want to fuck one of her holes next!!"
Every hole of yours was being generously filled, every camera capturing you being abused by three handsome men. And you loved it. You loved being used. You loved the way their cocks felt inside of you. You loved how they treated you like their little fuck toy... And you loved the way all three of them climaxed simultaneously inside of you!
Their savory moans drove you beyond the boundary, your eyes rolling back as you finally got your first fresh breath of air. Your body shivered, permitting them to move you like a ragdoll as they repositioned themselves differently.
You wanted more... No, you needed more~!
"Use her well, boys... Our next stop won't be until we're in the next country over!"
Talking back to Captain Levi was a mistake, you didn't really think that giving him attitude would get you here. Your hands dig into his scalp, his tongue running up and down your folds, he wasn't being gentle. This was a punishment after all, you didn't deavre a better treatment. You knew it and he knew it too....
Earlier, you were having a smart mouth on you when you talked to him. "I don't like your attitude, brat." Levi's face frowns as he scolds you, he wasn't going to let some solider disrespect him during training and ignore his commands. "Fuck it out of me then." You talk back again, of course when you said that line you didn't think it through, which is how you ended up here in his office. Your body spread on his desk as he makes you cum on his tongue again.
"Levi I can't-mhh!" He slaps your pussy. "That's Captain to you, brat." His eyes looked straight through you, your attitude was wrong and he was going to make sure you would respect him after he was done with you. You gasp as he closes his mouth around your clit again, your head gripped on his hair tightly. Levi growls against your wetness before sucking on your clit, a king your back arch off of his wooden desk.
He was so into it, so into eating you out and he hates it, he hates that a brat like you tastes this good. "The luck you had that this sweet cunt of your tastes like this...fuck.." Levi spits on your pussy and resumes back to lapping on you. You have had boyfriends and one night stand before but none of them made your body react like this.
"I'll cum again..Mhh! I have to cum!" Levi looks up at you as he continues to nibble at your folds. He doesn't slow down making sure that you cum on his tongue again. Your thighs close around his head as pleasure washes over you, he has overstimulated you so much yet, you still want to be a brat.
Levi pulls back from you and licks his lips. His eyes follow your half-naked body, your sweaty skin and parted lips. "Had enough yet?" He asks knowing that the answer is no because even before he asked you that, you started to smirk. "I have had better." A lie, Levi didn't like lies.
"You did huh? Well if that's so, turn around and bend over the desk." For probably the first time ever, you do as he says without talking back to him. You get off his desk and bend over it, Levi doesn't give you time to think, he grabs won't your hips and slams into you. "Ahhh fuuuck!" You moan, gripping the edges of his desk, he didn't even give you time to adjust.
He groans when he enters you. "Of course you're a tight one, fucking brat.." His thrusts are hard and ruthless, the grip he has on your hips will surely leave bruises on your skin. Trying your best to keep your voice down, you bite into your lip but that doesn't do much. Levi keeps snapping his hips into yours, he will not admit it but he is obsessesed with the way you feel, your pussy is perfectly warm.
If someone were to tell you this morning that this is where you would be right now, you would've laughed at their face. You stop biting on your lip, the monas that escape your lips are lewd. "Look at you, moaning like a fucking whore aren't you?" One of his hands travels up to your hair and he pulls on it, pulling your body back so he can fuck you deeper.
"Giving me all that shitty attitude earlier. Did you think I wasn't going to punish this pretty body of yours?" The way he is pulling back your hair would be painful anywhere else but you're too focused on his cock sliding roughly in and out of you. "Mhh mhhh! Ahh! Levi!"
A rough spank is landed on your ass. "Captain. I'll fuck you until you get in that thick head of yours." You yelp as he lands another one on your ass, his cock hitting deep inside of you. Your pussy starts to clench on him, you want to last as much as you can, you can't give him that satisfaction of making you cum fast but as his grip on you tightens and his brutal pace gets even harsher, he will succeed.
"You want to cum? Yeah? How embarrassing you are.." He lets go of your hair and you fall on his desk. His hips slam into you repeatedly, you start to move your hips, meeting his hard thrusts. "Oh that's it, brat. Fuck yourself on my cock." He stops moving and holds your hips as you move your hips back on him. Levi watches as his length slides in and out of your wet cunt. "Faster, brat!"
His voice is commanding and you do as he says again, fucking yourself faster on him. "Good girl." It's the first time he has ever praised you for something and you never thought this would be the reason why. You feel his cock twitch inside of your depths making you whine against the wooden surface of his table. "Cum, now." You cum again, coating his cock in your juices, Levi fucks into you a few more times before he pulls out and cums all over your back.
You try to at least catch your breath but Levi takes your body and sits you on top of his lap on his office couch. You still didn't call him captain, he has to fix that. "Ride me." It's not like you can tell him no and you doesn't want to. Taking the base of his hard cock, you position it at your entrance and lower yourself down on his cock. Whining, you put your hands on his shoulder, Levi's hands are on your waist.
"So now you're listening to orders huh? Was this all it takes for you to listen?" You move your hips at a passionate pace, he feels so good inside of you. Your eyes lock with his as you move on top of him, You don't want to admit it but he looks so hot like this, his cravat undone, his blouse unbuttoned slightly, you're starting to think that this won't be a one time thing.
Levi gently rubs your sides, his cock making it hard for you to keep quiet. Your pussy feels sore, you almost don't have the energy to move. "Levi....I can't anymore.." He scoffs. "Tch too bad, I can." He is quick to switch the positions, he plays you down on his couch and kisses your lips. "You're going to beg for me to stop, brat."
He puts your legs over his shoulder and enters you again, your head falls back aging the cushion, a loud moan leaving your lips. Levi starts to move, his thruths are rude, really rude. "Fuck fuck! Yes!" You scream making Levi grip your legs tighter as he fucks you.
"Yeah? Am I deep inside of you?" You nod, unable to from words anymore as he hits every right spot inside of you. If this will he your punishment, he better punish you like this everytime. Levi kisses your calf, slamming his hips against your heat, he is slowly getting addicted.
Your hand grip the fabric under you, eyes rolling at back of your head when your warm walls squeeze tightly around your cock. "Mhh keep clenching like that, good girl." His hair is messy and wet, his grey eyes piercing through you.
He starts to fuck you harder, his cock hitting your cervix. "Ahh captain! Too much! Too much!" Levi smirks, You finally called him captain. "There you go, brat. Was that so hard?" He slows his strokes but still makes sure that he is hitting all the spots that make you crazy.
But that's only for a few seconds before his hips starts to slam against your relentlessly. "Call me captain again and I'll let you cum." He growls, his eyes roll back when your pussy tightens around him again, his words make you feel hotter. A shiver runs down your spine. "Please captain...i want to cum!"
Your voice is in a pitch he has never heard before and he loves it. "There we go, brat. Cum for me, cum all over my cock." And you do just as you're told, cumming all over him and his cock, he fucks you through your orgasm and pulls out shortly after, his seed wetting your shirt.
Both of you pant, Levi kisses your leg and let's them fall as they shake. "Well, I'd say I fucked the attitude out of you. Look at you..." He admired you for a little while. You smile. "You definitely did, captain."
“You still with me baby, or are you too fucked out to speak?” a light chuckle is released from his mouth. “Y'know, you wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't going around misbehaving. Did you enjoy getting me all riled up, hmm” he questioned. Once he didn't hear a responce a harsh slap to your pussy has you choking out in pain.
“I'm talkin’ to you y/n''.
You tried so hard to force the words out, you truly did. However the way he has you lying on the bed with your arms bound behind your back and legs being spread oh so beautifully for him made it so hard to answer. Pinching your puffy clit with the pads of his fingers, has you twitching “P-please no mu-h, m’sorry'' the words tumbled out of your pretty lips so pathetically. Eyes red from the tears streaming down your pretty face “t-too much” you choked out. Movements from your pussy came to a stop and you slowly tried to pry your eyes open, blinking away the tears.
He pulls his hand from your cunt and slowly licks his fingers holding your gaze. “You didn't answer my question, princess” he said lowly. “Didn't mean to” words finally came mumbled out, trying to find the strength to sit up to see what he was doing. “You didn't mean to, hmm” he repeated, words leaving a bad taste on his tongue. “We both know that's a lie baby, just be honest.” he said while looking at you.
“Well, that's okay. We can find a different way to make you talk”.
Confusion settled on your face, as he yanked you towards him. “What are yo-” the words barely left your tongue as a small device was suddenly pressed to your clit. A loud sharp moan was ripped from your mouth as you attempted to move away from the strong vibrations. “M’SORRY, PLE-AHH” eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue lolls out of your mouth and drool slides down your chin. That familiar build up in you comes so fast “cu-”
huh. Looking at him with pure shock a small why comes tumbling out. “Hmm, isn't it obvious? What makes you think you can cum like you usually do?”. Him alternating between the vibrator being shoved in you and his fingers rubbing against your clit, it was all too much. Tears streaming down your face, words repeatedly telling him to slow down and to let you cum falling on deaf ears.
“Until you learn some self control, you're not allowed to cum... I’ll engrave it into that small brain of yours, who you truly belong to. Gonna make it so you're unable to think about anything else aside from me”
Characters in mind while writing: ace, zoro,law, draken, grimmjow, suna, gojo, sukuna, dazai, kenpachi, aizen, eren, (insert ur fav here)
A/N: y’all this was so fun to write. this was originally supposed to be part of a mini series i’m working on but i want you guys opinion on this 🫣 luv you
despite the red flags surrounding your relationship, did taking a wrong turn really leave you stuck with him to the point of no return?
genre. explicit smut, mafia au
tags/warnings. yandere!gojo, unhinged!gojo, dom!gojo, toxic relationships, stockholm syndrome, pure filth, obsession, profanity, guns, mindbreak, undertones of sadism, rough sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus + fellatio, spitting, manhandling, hair pulling, asphyxiation, humiliation, cum eating, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, baby trapping, murder, blood, violence, dark content, a little twist in the end
notes. please do not ignore the warnings. 4.7k wc. i wrote this at midnight so if some things don’t make sense - yes it does :’P and also, this is highly inspired by the manhua who is the prey? bc i’ve been thinking abt it for days plzzzz.
1 year since you’ve met Satoru. 10 months since you’ve been living under the same roof. 6 months since he told you he loves you. 3 days since he promised to dedicate his whole world to you.
Anyone would assume that you were living every girl’s dream of having your undeniably handsome boyfriend with arctic white hair and icy blue eyes. He was powerful in every sense, charismatic without trying, wealthy with many successful businesses, and… a well-endowed cock that could leave you limping for hours. His god-like physique was not one to be ignored, and this was proven to you every single day just by the number of women who would have lingering stares on him whenever he was within their vicinity. They were ready to throw themselves at him, open their legs for him, and be violated by him. He’s so beautiful, they would blindly say. I want him inside me. It was like a mantra. He’s like an angel.
The truth was, his seraphic beauty was nothing more but a deceptive appearance.
Satoru Gojou, throughout heaven and Earth, was a ruthless Satan in disguise. He was an evil incarnate hidden by his mask of heavenly face. A fallen angel who delighted in cruelty and malignity. A demon who could only be satiated by other people’s misery. Tonight was just one of those many instances where he would do anything to fulfill his thirst for blood.
“I’ll ask you one last time,” said the albino devil, twisting a wooden chair so he could sit with his legs stretched open and have his arms against the backrest, “What were you planning when you asked her out?”
You were standing on the side, forced to be a spectator to the pitiful raven-haired man who was now on his knees, bruised and bloody as your boyfriend’s bodyguards beat him up into a pulp two hours after he was seen asking for your number at the restaurant he was working at. As you saw Satoru signaling his bodyguard to hand him a Springfield gun, you knew that you had to do your best to try and save the innocent man’s life. “Baby, please let him go,” you spoke in a cautious but persuasive tone while resisting his bodyguards’ tight grip on your arms, “Just leave this one be. I didn’t give him my number, anyway.”
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll shoot your mouth.” Gojou ignored your appeal and unloaded the magazine to put in 10mm cartridges on his handgun. He then gestured his chin over at the man whose eyes were transfixed with horror, petrified by his fate at the hands of a ferocious mafia boss. “You there. Are you really not gonna answer me?”
The poor man was shuddering and begging for his life. “I’m s-sorry! I’m sorry. Please spare my life. I h-had no idea she had a boyfriend.”
A snicker of derision followed Satoru’s villainous smirk. “Isn’t she sexy? Look at her,” he mocked, raising his chin up as his thin lips curled upwards, “What was it that made you ask for her number? Was it her thighs?”
“N-No—”
“Was it her tits?”
“P-Please let me go—”
“Or was it her ass?”
“Help! Somebody help—”
“You know,” Satoru continued his twisted game while cocking his gun and pointing the muzzle towards his victim, “I recognize it easily when another man wants to fuck my woman raw. I can’t blame you, though. She makes my cock hard every time I look at her.”
Although his words were directed at the innocent man, the humiliation intended was subtly and undoubtedly aimed at you. The abandoned warehouse was full of men working under his command, so objectifying you and marketing your body to a stranger was his means of claiming his territory to make sure that not a single soul in that place would dare take an interest in his prized possession. However, despite how nauseating it was for you to hear his explicit utterances, this wasn’t the first time you had been in this situation and you already knew how to properly play this game instead of voicing out just how sickeningly obsessive he was.
So unlike the dark-haired guy who grew frighteningly scared from Gojou’s demonic eyes, you were holding it together to keep your composure.
“Did you know why I sat three tables away from her while talking to a business partner?” your boyfriend asked, but wasn’t really interested in an answer based on how quickly he continued his monologue, “It’s because I don’t know what I’d do to Mr. Watanabe if he tried to hit on my girlfriend.” Granted that he placed the pistol down on his right leg, it still didn’t mean that his little game was over. “And then this scrawny-looking waiter suddenly approaches her table, asking for her number instead of her order. She told you no and you were still insisting. Weren’t you staring at her tits the whole time, too? Did you enjoy undressing her with your eyes?”
The man showed adamancy in denying it. “I-I didn’t! I promise I’ll stay out of your way, p-please. I can even move out of town and you won’t see me ever again! She’s all yours. Just… Just please don’t kill me, Mr. Gojou.”
Satoru hummed, tilting his head to the side as though he was considering the negotiation. “You sure?”
For fuck’s sake. You could already tell where this was going.
“Yes, I’m sure! I’m sure!” Loud, desperate affirmations were echoing all over the warehouse. “I’ll leave as soon as possible.”
“Fine.” It didn’t take long for your boyfriend to tell his men to release the victim’s arms, soon doing the same towards the bodyguards that previously held you captive at their boss’ instruction. Satoru ignored the sigh of relief and the countless words of gratitude from the dark-haired male, and instead, offered him something in exchange. “Since you’re easy to talk to, I’ll give you a small reward before I let you go.”
The man sat on the floor, bedeviled. “Mr. Gojou, there’s no need to—”
Satoru feigned his kindness by chuckling. “No, no. If you’re saying I won’t get to see you ever again, I might as well indulge you, right?” he stated, glancing at you and pointing his finger across him, “Babe, why don’t you give him a quick lap dance? You’re quite good at it.”
Fuck. Here he goes. You tried to laugh it off. “Baby, you know I can only do that to you.”
“I don’t mind seeing you do it to another man at least once,” he claimed, rolling his sleeves up and loosening the tie around his neck, “Go on. Take your panties off while you’re at it. Let him feel how good your pussy is so he’d understand why I’m acting this way.”
With all eyes set on you, you had no choice but to slowly make your way towards the confused man who was probably concluding that Satoru was actually a cuckold who had nothing better to do with his life. In spite of the guy’s refusal, you saw how his eyes dilated when you slid your thong down your silk dress, tossing it beside him before you climbed on his lap and pressed your bare cunt against his hardening crotch. You turned your head around to get Gojou’s approval first and only started grinding your hips after he nodded, now intently watching the erotic movement of your body. The fabric of the man’s pants were getting tighter as they restricted his length from fully growing, but you didn’t stop and you wouldn’t stop rolling your hips until Satoru said so. You had already learned your lesson before.
“Mr. Gojou…” The guy was suppressing his moans while looking at your boyfriend. “I think I’m good. Y-You can make her stop.”
You couldn’t see Satoru’s face because your back was facing him, and yet you were able to register the sarcasm in his voice when he spoke again. “But aren’t you enjoying it?” he taunted, probably with a maniacal grin on his face, too. “Wanna put your cock inside her?”
“No, no, she’s yours! She’s all yours! She’s—fuck!”
“Ah!” A soft whimper unintentionally escaped your mouth when you felt the harsh friction on your clitoris rubbing against the man’s fly.
For Satoru, that was the trigger. A trigger, not just for his sick games, but also for the dangerous weapon that he was holding when a deafening gunshot had you jumping out of the man’s lap. You wanted to throw up when you saw the bullet on the center of his forehead—his eyes were wide and lifeless as blood seeped out of his skull. The macabre sight had you paralyzed and horrified until you were being manhandled by the murderer himself who pulled you by the arm and dragged you out of the place now that his little show was over.
That was his fifth kill. Five goddamn men were killed over the course of your relationship because they had gotten themselves involved with you—all sentenced to death on the grounds of igniting Satoru’s unhealthy jealousy. Such a ridiculous fucking reason for him to hold them sinners and deserving of an atrocious crime, leaving you with no choice but to fear for your life and learn your own tactic for survival. How did Satoru get away with his crimes? Fuck knows how. Only a mafia boss with all the power and money in the world could evade his offenses. Therefore, reporting him to the local police station and escaping his grasp were now crossed out of your list after he threatened to kill your family down to your last kin. He was deranged in the most frightening way possible, but you endured staying with a total psycho like him because you would be dead meat if you didn’t.
That, and because you ‘loved’ him.
“Get in the car,” he muttered as he roughly shoved you towards the vehicle, “Don’t make me waste a bullet for another man again.”
You drew in long deep breaths and got inside the black sedan, watching through the backseat window how Gojou ordered for the corpse to be disposed of in a nearby river. Because of you, another man was killed. Because of you, another man wasn’t given a chance to live. Yet the killer himself had no trace of guilt in his bones when he casually sat in comfortable silence on the way home. The hand that he used to pull the trigger was also the same hand that was on your thigh throughout the ride.
This gruesome killing happened five times now, so why were you still shaken up with how far Gojou could harm others just to prove that you were his and his alone?
You ran to the bathroom as soon as you reached the penthouse, stripped yourself off of every piece of garment, and hopped inside the shower to clean ‘the dirt’ all over your skin. If only you could tear your flesh and rip it off your muscle, you would have done it a long time ago every time you had to witness how many people your boyfriend was willing to murder for you. As warm droplets of water fell on your skin in rivulets, you closed your eyes and let your mind relive the demoralizing scene earlier. You knew that the moment Gojou asked you to ride the man’s lap, he was already thinking of shooting him straight away. He had never released any of his victims before, and never would he do it in the future, too. He was downright sick and twisted, and you wouldn’t be surprised if a man like him ended up suffering endless torture in the depths of hell.
But here on Earth, he was living as freely as he wanted. He had no sense of pity, or even the slightest bit of it, when he joined you in the shower and held your waist in his arms. Despite the wetness of your entire body, your throat was dry and parched when you swallowed your nervousness back in. Satoru’s lips began tracing soft kisses on your nape while he ran his fingers through your hair simultaneously, pulling it back and stretching your scalp as he forced you to face him. “Did you enjoy riding him, hm?” he asked, nipping on your earlobe, “Tell me, baby.”
Your breath hitched. “No, not at all,” you answered, leaning back and feeling his hardened member poking against your buttocks. “I kept imagining that he was you. Don’t make me do that ever again.”
“Good answer,” he praised you like the obedient girl you were before he cupped your chin and crashed his lips onto yours. He was completely devouring your mouth with rough and wide movements, shoving his tongue inside and allowing you to passionately roll yours around his. He could feel the vibration of your moans against his mouth and he pulled away to press his thumb on your lower lip, eyes darkening with lust and greed. “You’re mine,” he declared his possession, now sliding his hand down to your chest and squeezing your breast with his large, callous hand, “this,” he added, letting his hand travel further down to palm the entirety of your pussy, “and this. All of you. You’re mine.”
A gasp flew out of your lips when Satoru’s long, slender fingers performed circular motions on your clitoris, stretching your labia apart so he could insert two fingers at your entrance. “Ngh!” Your widened eyes were in great contrast to his amused electric blues who found entertainment at your submission to pleasure. You gripped his wrist and tiptoed when he started scissoring his fingers inside, forcing you to raise your leg so he could continue to move his hand in and out of your sopping cunt. “Ahh—ah! S-Satoru!”
His white hair was damp, clumping together as the rain shower dripped down on his body. The intrusion on your velvet walls never once stopped. “Say you want me,” he whispered in your ear, causing shivers down your spine as his warm breath fanned your neck.
“I w-want you,” you desperately cried, “F-Fuck, I want you… so bad, Satoru.”
“You’re like a bitch in heat, aren’t you?” He simpered, withdrawing his fingers all at once. “Then, I’ll fuck you like a rabid dog.”
You squeezed your legs together to hide the clench that you were feeling inside, looking up at his crazed cerulean eyes and tracing his pectoral muscles with your fingers. If this was what it would take to appease him, then you were a willing slut ready to be pounded on by this six-foot tall man. “Please.”
He reattached his lips back onto yours and pulled away just enough to keep your foreheads connected. “You have so much power over me, Y/N.” Lies. “I can give you the whole world as long as you stay by my side.”
In an instant, you veiled your emotions by displaying an amorous gaze. “Do you really love me that much?”
“Yes, I love you that much.” Satoru wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping his long, veiny shaft before rubbing the swollen head against your pussy. With your legs pressed together firmly, he forced his length between your thighs and caused a sensuous friction on your plump folds. He had his large hands on either side of your buttocks to aid him better in sliding his cock between your pussy lips, even stretching his legs apart to be at a satisfying angle. “Like that?”
You didn’t wait another second before you nodded, throwing your arms around his neck just as he started kneading your breast with his hand. “Mm… So good.” His index finger teased your nipple—first, by flicking the bud and second, by tracing your areolas in circles.
“Tongue,” he ordered and had you stick it out for him to taste every inch of your wet muscle. Even without a reflection to look at, this was the most erotogenic exchange you two had ever done as a couple. And along with that, his half lidded eyes were staring down at you, judging you and your every move. “You love being a slut for me, huh?”
You bit his lower lip, lasciviously. “Only for you.”
Satisfied by your ego boost, he pulled away and pushed you down to go on your knees. As much as you would prefer to deny it, you would be lying if you didn’t acknowledge how godly he looked when he raked his fingers through his wet hair and positioned his lengthy cock in between your lips. “Open up. I’ll fuck your mouth.”
You let him guide your hand into stroking his shaft before you ejected spit on the pink head, using it to lubricate his aching member while you lowered yourself further to fit his balls inside your mouth. It gave you utmost pleasure to hear his guttural moans when you swirled your tongue around his firm bollocks—tasting the same flesh that carried all of his sperm, and releasing it from your mouth to give his cock the same attention. At first, you kissed his swollen tip and treated it like a lollipop, then you started sucking every inch of his length by bobbing your head at a stable rhythm. “Mmm.” You could hear curses leaving his pretty lips as he held your head in place, snapping his hips forward until you were gagging from the intense penetration on your throat.
“F-Fuck. Keep sucking me like that.”
“Mmmh!”
You did your best to give him a stellar performance, did your most at pleasuring his member, and did everything that he liked whenever you were sucking his cock. And just like that, thick ropes of cum were sent straight down your throat. The musky, metallic taste didn’t stop you from swallowing all of his seed and you had to show your tongue to make him know that you did a good job at taking all of his semen. Nothing was wasted.
Not even time, because as soon as you finished giving him a blowjob, he was already carrying you out of the bathroom without drying yourselves off. You were thrown into his king-sized bed, manhandled into spreading your legs apart before your animalistic lover plunged his face onto your pussy.
“S-Satoru—! Mmm—fuck!”
He had your back arching because of how deep his tongue was going inside, tasting your walls and kissing your cunt like he would do with your mouth. He was smooching off your labia like a hungry beast, eating you out as if he wasn’t satisfied by the juices that he was sucking from you. You were already in your seventh heaven, unable to think straight when he added his middle finger to the movements of his tongue. If fingering your pussy and lapping your clitoris weren’t enough to drive you crazy, maybe grabbing a fistful of white hair was a sign for him to stop before you could truly lose it. You could feel fire pooling on your lower abdomen and your legs were already shaking uncontrollably, your toes curling wantonly—with the suction he was doing on your cunt, you ended up screaming for his name and engulfing his mouth with your Earth-shattering release.
“Ngh! Satoru, p-please… I’m…”
As he detached his mouth from your entrance, he started climbing up, visibly pleased with the way he ravaged your cunt. He was wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, pressing his lips down on yours to make you taste your own fluid. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his before he grabbed ahold of his erect member once again. It hasn’t even been more than two minutes! You were already being hauled into another position. “Let me hit from the back.”
“Satoru, w-wait.”
“Face down, ass up.” His patience was growing thin when he dragged your body by raising your hips close to his crotch and pressing your head down against the mattress. Your boyfriend cared none for the embarrassment that settled on your heated cheeks when he spread your buttocks apart so he could ogle at the exact hole that he was about to destroy. Did he give you any mercy? That word didn’t even exist in his vocabulary when he sunk all seven inches inside of your cunt, wrecking you open to the point where you could feel a stinging sensation on your entrance after being stretched by his fully erected cock. “Tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever been in.”
You were suppressing your tears from falling while you were biting on a pillow, nails digging on the sheets to the point where you could almost rip it the same way your lover was ripping your vaginal walls. “Ahh! M-More… More.” What a fucking whore you were. That must be what was on his mind when he continued jostling your hips at a harsher pace. He was treating you like a fleshlight as though your only purpose was to satisfy his fat cock, especially with how your warm pussy was perfectly accommodating his full length.
“I can fuck you like this every day,” he breathed, all deep and raspy as he gave you the most rhythmical skin slapping thrusts. He was so deep in your cavern that you could feel the base of his cock slamming against your ass. You didn’t even notice the hand that was snaking on your front to massage your bouncing tit because you were far too lost in the shockwaves of sexual gratification. “No other man can fuck you this good, baby.”
Your brain was short-circuiting from the amount of sensation that was entering your body, intoxicated by the waves of libido in your system that was heightening more and more as he continued to satisfy your insatiable heat. You could barely think straight. You lost all rationality. All of your morals. It was at that point where your womanhood was completely dissolving into nothingness, breaking your mind and turning you into nothing but a moaning mess. You didn’t even have any control of your own words when you started taunting Satoru. “Y-You say n-no one can… f-fuck me this good?” Another forceful slam elicited a mewl out of you. “A-Aah! That’s… that’s so unfair when you fucked another girl behind my back.”
All he did was to scoff. And then he grabbed you by the chin. And then he had your back arching into a C as he made you turn your face at him. “Jealous?” he spoke under his breath while continuing his thrusts, “I only fucked Himari to make you jealous.”
“Then…” You gulped and kept eye contact. “C-Can I fuck another man to make you jealous, too?”
Not even a second had passed when his eyes were already set on you with a deadly gaze. “The fuck did you say?” he asked through gritted teeth, forcing your jaw open so he could spit in your mouth, “Say that again.”
“Mmm! Ahh—ah! S-Slow down!”
“You wanna fuck another man?”
“N-No. Just y-you… Baby, just you!”
It was too late. You had already summoned the devil inside of him when he pulled out and propelled your body on the mattress, grabbing you by your ankle and spreading your legs apart. He was raising both legs into a V, aiming for your stretched hole before he hammered his cock back in. Your breasts were bouncing wildly, eyes rolling at the back of your skull, and mouth parting wide open for more screams to echo through the walls of his bedroom. Before you knew it, he already had his hand around your neck, restricting air on your lungs because of the compression on your windpipe. You let out a soundless gasp as he continued to fuck you into filth, ramming all of his length on your sweet pussy while you were slamming your fist against the mattress, begging for him to release your neck.
And he did, only when your pain had already fulfilled his amusement. Only when your pain sated his desire for dominance. Only when the pain blossoming in your midsection was signaling another round of intense orgasm out of you. Just like you, he was reaching his high, too. His climax was building inside based on how he was increasing his speed. He was grunting as he embraced you, and you were crying as you dug your nails on his back. Both of you were sucking in sharp breaths while your genitals were meeting each other through aggressive slams and slopping noises.
“I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” he whispered on your ear, kissing your temple before he sat back on his knees and dragged your body back and forth to be in perfect harmony with his pelvis, “I’m going to get you pregnant and you will stay with me for the rest of your life.”
You recoiled in horror and gaped at his resolute face, nothing but fear was consuming your soul. To spend the rest of your life with Satoru was not part of the plan. Your plan was to someday find an escape from the monstrous cage he had you locked in. “S-Satoru…” You closed your eyes and slammed your fist against his back. “Satoru!”
“Fuck!”
“Aah!”
You were no longer in a sound mind by the time he was shooting his warm load into your womb, filling you up with jizz as he ensured that every drop of his ejaculation would go straight past your cervix. His pace had become unsteady and you were already paralyzed when he pulled out and watched how his cum was seeping out of the pussy he destroyed.
“Good girl.” He tried to peck your lips, but you moved away.
Yes, you dared to scoot away and held the sheets closer to your chest, overthinking a miserable future with a psycho like him. While he didn’t pay much attention to the sudden shift in your emotions, he did try to recover his breath before spooning you. “I’m on birth control,” you stated, pusillanimously.
“I’ll throw them away.” He rolled on his back and ran his fingers through his hair. “We’ll get married next week.”
So sudden!
“B-But… I haven’t agreed yet.”
His face was strict and grim. “I’m not asking you to get married. I’m saying we’ll get married.”
This isn’t supposed to happen!
“Babe, please.” You placed a hand on his muscular chest. “I thought you s-said you loved me?”
His eyebrows furrowed at your words. “Exactly. I love you so much that I’ll make you my wife.” Satoru’s blue eyes became a shade darker. “I’ll make you carry my child and you’ll be with me forever. You and I… We’ll die together.”
You were sick and nauseated by the thought, but you held it all in as you analyzed your next move. Spending eternity in hell was better than having a life as Satoru Gojou’s wife. “Satoru,” you spoke carefully, sitting up on the corner of the bed, “One day, I’m going to kill you.”
Your threats only made him smile maniacally. “You’re gonna kill me?” he challenged, “When is that day?”
Tonight.
Grabbing the empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand, you put all of your remaining energy into swinging the glass across his head. It shattered before your eyes thinking that you had finally managed to knock him over, but what it only did was to leave a smiling Satoru with blood oozing out of his head. He sat up to your horror while you were stumbling back on the carpeted floor, body full of trepidation with how your obsessive lover was breaking into fits of laughter.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, baby,” he taunted, wiping the blood off his face and tossing the duvet aside as the shards of glass flew along with it.
In your terror, you reached for the Springfield gun atop the sidetable. “You’re right. I’ll do even better than that.”
There was no scintilla of dread in his bones. No trace of panic in his eyes. No smidgen of hope that you would spare his life. Instead, he got up from bed and plastered a wide, frenzied grin on his devilish face. “Kill me.” He spread his arms open. “If I’m not dead after a minute, you’re gonna pay for it.”
Despite your shaking hands, you cocked the gun and pointed it at his head. “Good bye, Satoru.”
This was for your freedom.
Pulling the trigger was all it would take to end his atrocity. All you would have to do was close your eyes and shoot the gun. You would save more casualties in exchange for his life. Soon, you would be free from this toxicity. You have to do it!
Yet when you opened your eyes again, no bullet came out of the gun.
There, two feet across from you, was Satoru Gojou smiling at you with a predatory gaze. “Are you ready to pay?”
You kept walking with the sound of your steps as you tried to calm down. Gojo was surely annoying, you already knew that. You just couldn’t get used to the idea of him being this reckless.
You were a patient person, but Gojo was really crossing your boundaries at this point. You started to walk faster when you heard his footsteps coming right behind you.
“Will you just let me explain myself?” You heard him ask. And actually, no, you weren’t planning to listen to him. He always promised you and then broke his promises without caring about them, or your feelings.
“No, Gojo,” you turned to face him, “I’m not listening to you. I assure you I’m so done with your bullshit, and you can’t even blame me on that.” You said and turned away again, trying to get out of the house.
“This is not going to help and you know that!” You heard him shouting, which was a shock for you. He never shouted, or yelled, or even raised his voice. He was a calm person by nature, so it was really hard to get on his nerves. Yet you were managing it.
“Maybe you try to keep your promises, then I may consider listening to your excuses.” You said with a mocking tone.
“I know but it wasn’t even my fault this time!” He said and that was enough to get your attention. You stopped and faced him, crossing your arms as you started to actually listen. His face lit up slightly as he noticed that.
"I know I promised you, but I really couldn't let you know this time." He said, getting closer to you slowly. "I was really busy and my phone just died, what was I supposed to do?"
Of course, you thought it was a lame excuse. 'I couldn't reach you...' you thought, that just sounded ridiculous. He was Gojo-fucking-Satoru, he could do anything if he really wanted to.
You sighed, "Gojo," you said as you eyed his hands, waiting for you to hold them, "Is that an excuse or are you being honest with me? I'm so tired of your lies and excuses and you know that."
You didn't wait for him to answer, "Stop being a fucking jerk and answer to me properly." you said angrily. He was always like this. Always made you feel invisible, unloved, unseen. Of course, there were times he made you feel like the most important person in his life but you just couldn't help but feel bad about this. He would never call you to let you know he'll be late. You were an impatient person, but you simply couldn't take it anymore.
You noticed that he was starting to get angry now, his gaze getting more serious as you talked.
"I'm only trying to make you understand me." he said, "But of course you have to be such a bitch about it." Your eye started to twitch as you heard what he said.
How dare he? It wasn't even your fault! Anyone would be mad at him if they were in your shoes. This wasn't the first time and it surely wasn't going to be last.
"Excuse me?!" You shouted at him, his eyes had an angry look in them, just like yours. "I'm the one who's being a bitch about it? You never even have a thing to say for yourself!" You said. Things surely weren't going to get better for you two after this point. You never had an argument like this, not even once. Now you were shouting at each other, but you couldn't put your finger on what had changed. Maybe it was your fault, or maybe his, who knows? All you knew is that you are fighting over something, which is probably going to sound silly after a couple of days, and you had absolutely no idea how to make up with him.
"Maybe because I have no need to explain myself." He said, visibly trying to keep his calm so he wouldn't shout at you.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, thinking calmly before saying something you would regret later. But as you were trying to cool down, you heard him mumble something.
"What?" You asked him with an undeniably irritated voice.
"Nothing." He said, looking directly into your eyes. “You’re making a big deal of it. It’s not something to fight over.”
You hold your nose bridge because of the sudden headache you had, probably from the anger overflowing within you.
“If you don’t shut that fucking mouth-“ You were saying but were interrupted by Gojo’s hands squeezing your cheek harshly. His fingers were pressing to your jaw, making it impossible to talk for you.
“What did you say?” He asked with a serious look in his eyes, which is rare for him. You were so used to his goofy personality, it almost felt like he wasn’t your boyfriend that you knew for months.
He tightened his grip on you when you didn’t answer him. Instead, you were glaring at him with mad eyes, which was a look he didn’t like on you.
“Hmm? You can’t answer a simple question?” He said with a mocking tone in his voice.
“No wonder you start arguments out of nowhere. What a fucking, stupid bitch.” He said harshly. Your gaze shifted to his lips, then his eyes in seconds. You tried to push him away by his shoulders, but he obviously was faster than you.
He held your wrists with his hand and turned you away with one swift moment, never breaking the skin contact. He pushed you to the wall of the hallway and you squirmed with pain as your face hit the wall, a cold feeling coming from it. He pushed his hips to meet yours and held you in place, not letting you move.
"Why don't you try to be a little bit more peaceful, hm? Do you enjoy making me angry that much?" He asked as his hands slid to your throat, giving it a light squeeze.
He moved his head closer to your neck when you tilted your head back to meet his shoulder. That movement gave him access to your bare neck and you felt his nose lightly brushing it.
"I just want to get along... You know that, right, hm?" He whispered to your ear softly. It was obvious that he didn't like arguing with you, nevertheless, his pride was always a big deal for him.
"I know..." You said, thinking he was getting calmer. Yet, you were wrong. It wasn't going to be that easy for you both. He pushed his hips even more to the curve of your hips, you let out a small gasp as you felt his hardness through his pants.
"Then why do you have to act like a dumb slut, who doesn't even know how to be mature?"
You hated his words, you weren't even wrong about the disagreement. Overreacting maybe, but you surely didn't deserve this. But much to your delight, he never gave you a chance to explain yourself as he shoved two of his fingers in your mouth, pressing them onto your tongue to make you start sucking them. But you weren't planning to submit so easily.
You tried to turn back to face him but he held you by your waist with his other hand and pulled his fingers out of your mouth slightly, only to push them even further.
"You don't want to push it." He said angrily. You were getting enough of his behaviour and you wanted to talk properly, not let him treat you like a cheap whore. You closed your mouth as hard as you can and bit his fingers. He let out a groan and pulled his fingers off of your mouth and turned you away to face him.
You felt a harsh slap on your face as your head turned to the other side with it. Your eyes were glossy and you turned back to face Gojo. He held your head with his big hands and pressed his lips to the cheek he had hit, muttering an apology at the same time. You didn’t say anything as he pulled away.
He pushed your shoulders with his palms. “On your knees.” He ordered and forced you to the ground. You were sobbing so slightly, but you didn’t know why. Was it because of that slap? Not likely. That only turned you on even more. Maybe the fact that you were still arguing? Could be.
You started to unbutton his pants and let them fall to his ankles. You tilt your head and looked at him with a pleading look in your eyes. He was looking down at you and his hands made its ways to your hair, lightly tugging on it. You started to take off his boxers, letting his throbbing cock free.
You could see the precum on its tip, welcoming your mouth to explore his length. You wrapped it with your hands, grabbing it as much as you can and started to move your hands up and down.
But apparently, Gojo wasn’t planning to play games with you. He pulled your hair to his cock, guiding you to suck him. You rolled your tongue out of your mouth slightly, knowing that it drove him crazy whenever you do that.
Gojo always admired you, admired the way your lips looked, especially. He would immediately start kissing you when you press them together for too long or bite them just enough to let him see that. He loved the feeling of them, and he could never get enough of it.
You took his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue against it. You took more of him in your mouth as you heard Gojo’s little approval humming. You started to hollow your cheeks and focus on your breath, careful not to choke around him. You sucked on his head, his scent filling your lungs. You needed to feel him more, you needed his hands in between your legs immediately.
Gojo loved the way your tongue and lips moved around him, his grip on your hair was loosening slowly, starting caressing your head instead. You started to make sloppy sounds as you picked up the pace. You kept jerking him with one hand and suck him, pressing your tongue to his sensitive places, making him let out shaky breaths. You pumped his cock even deeper in your mouth, taking more of him and causing him to moan. He held your hair again and pushed his length deeper. You did your best to relax and not gag because of his presence in your mouth. Tears began to flow down your cheeks once again as he started thrusting his hips, making you choke slightly. You heard him groan and his grip on you tightened, making it obvious that he was close. You closed your eyes and let him do whatever he wanted, holding onto his thighs while doing so. You were almost completely out of breath while he shoved his dick down your throat and your mind was starting to become hazy.
He noticed the fucked out look on your face which only turned him even more. He grunted again and pushed his hips one last time before spilling inside your mouth. He let out a loud moan and slid off of you slowly as you let your mouth open.
He held you by your arms and stood you up again, pressing your front to the wall just like a few moments ago. His hands found the hem of your skirt and pulled it down harshly, making you shiver, reminding you that he’s a strong man, who could probably toss you around like a rag doll. Not that you would complain about it.
He slid his fingers in your panties and you shifted when you felt his fingertips toying with your clit. He pushed his fingers further and let out a low chuckle.
“You’re so wet, and I didn’t even do anything,” he said, “not yet at least.”
He started to rub your clit with a gentle pace and ghosted his lips on your nape, feeling satisfied with your little moans. You were desperately trying to keep quiet but he wasn’t having it. He pressed harder every time you tried to muffle yourself. You couldn't hold your moans at the end. You felt his fingers moving to your entrance and his other hand pulled you into him by your neck. He kept kissing your neck to distract you while he harshly pushed his fingers into you. You moaned by the long fingers going in and out of you, and Gojo loved hearing your lewd sounds.
"You always try to be a bitch when we fight." You heard him say. You slowly tilted your head, trying to keep your eyes focused on him. The pleasure that you were feeling by his hands was a little too much for you. "But know what, baby?" He said, his fingers starting to scissor you. "You don't even have to try it."
You moaned and cursed yourself for getting turned on by his degrading words, but you couldn't help it.
"I-I hate... you..." You let out with a shaky breath. You were having a hard time talking with him knuckles-deep inside of you.
"Oh really now?" He laughed mockingly at your sheepy voice. "I don't think you can hate someone when they're fucking you with their fingers."
You were starting to get flustered by his talk. He opened your legs even more with his knees and you pulled you to himself, bending you over. You felt his fingers slip out of you only to come back with a harsh smack on your ass. You almost screamed with the sudden feeling, but that was Gojo, he never warned you when he was about to do something.
He let out a disapproving voice and gave you another harsh slap on your cheeks. You yelped with the harsh pain and jolted your hips unwittingly.
"Are you going to stop being a fucking slut?" He said and caressed your hips with his big hands. He then harshly gripped them when you didn't answer.
"I expect an answer from you when I ask something." He said, reaching over to wrap a hand around your throat. You let out a choking voice as your toes curled. "N-no!" You yelled, trying to convince him so he would let you at least breathe.
"No, what?" He asked and hold your hips tightly. "No, sir..." You said. Your mind was going blunt and you were just standing there now, bent over to the wall, legs spread open for Gojo, desperately trying to hold onto something.
"Good, my perfect little slut..." He said and caressed your clit again as you whined with anticipation. "I'm going to fuck your stupid count for treating me like that." You heard him say and soon felt his presence, pressing down to your folds. He entered you without warning, not that you were surprised about that. You gasped with the sudden fullness but the feeling of him pulling out, then slowly pushing it back in was so delightful. He started to thrust into you when you made it clear that you were ready. He put his thumb on your lips and shoved it inside your mouth when he felt you lick it desperately.
Your muffled moans were mixed with the sound of his balls clapping onto your wetness. You heard Gojo almost growling every now and then. You shifted uncomfortably and turned to face him again, looking to his admirably handsome face. You observe little drops of sweat dripping from his forehead and his slightly red cheeks. He turned his gaze to you when he felt your eyes on him. He looked deep into your eyes with both lust and love mixed with anger. But this was not lovemaking, at least not this time. He was using you to get your frustration out, and you were letting him use you like a fuckdoll.
Your walls clenched around his cock when you looked into his pretty blue eyes with your hazy ones. He noticed how you tightened around him and groaned to the familiar feeling.
"You said you hated me, didn't you?" He made fun of you as your brows furrowed. "This," he said and collected your juices on his two fingers, "Doesn't seem like hate to me." He said, showing them to you. He pulled his thumb away just to shove those two fingers in again. You sucked on his fingers, causing you to taste yourself.
"What a pretty girl for me." He said and pulled out, leaving you empty and awaiting. He giggled to your whiny sounds and hold you by your waist, slapping your thighs, motioning you to jump. You did as he wanted and wrapped your legs around his waist. He adjusted himself against your entrance again. You gasped as you realized how strong his arms were once again.
He really could move you around as he wanted, he was like a giant compared to you and he was using this to his advantage. You let out a relieved voice and took a deep breath as you felt his cock going in and out of you again. He pushed your back to the wall and you tugged on his hair for support. He started to thrust harshly into you and looked up to observe your face. His cock twitched inside you when he saw the calm and fucked look on your face. You were looking at him with lustful eyes, mouth agape and moaning with every thrust he made. He felt that he had full control over you, you would caress his hair and give a soft moan when he went slow, and you would nearly scream and pull his hair when he abused your walls.
He could tell that you were close, so was he. He then looked directly into your eyes. “You will look at me when you come.” He said. You were too busy with the pleasure he was giving you, you couldn’t think of a decent answer. You felt dumb on his cock, felt like a cocksleeve for him to use. The thought of him using you made you even needier as you tried to move your hips to meet his thrusts.
“You can’t answer a simple question, are you that dumb? Hmm?” He said, smirking. He kept your hips in place as he started to thrust into you with no mercy. You cried and begged him to slow down a little, but he didn’t even listen to your pleas.
“Look at me.” He said and you looked at his ocean blue eyes. “Who fucking owns you? Say it!” He said and kept thrusting his hips, abusing your overwhelmed hole.
“Y-you!” You tried to catch your breath. “You own me, Satoru...” You said with a shaky voice. You could feel your orgasm approaching with the familiar feeling in your tummy. Your toes curled as you completely surrendered to him, letting him use your cunt the way he wants.
He pressed his chest to yours and you tightened your legs for support. He let his one hand go of your hips and used it to touch your clit. You squeaked and kept moaning his name out loud. He could feel the way your cunt throbbing around him, giving hints that you were close. You kept looking at his eyes as he wanted, trying to keep your eyes open so hard.
“Come for me, my little slut...” He said and you nodded. His thrusts were hard and demanding, keeping you in place. Your mouth fully opened as you come around his cock, moaning his name loudly.
“Satoru! Oh, fuck- Satoru!” You screamed and pulled his hair, your grip hurting his head slightly.
“My good girl... Such a good fucking girl...” He was mumbling as you tried to catch your breath and focused on his hot moans. After a few thrusts, he came deep inside you and you felt his sweaty forehead on your shoulder. Gojo waited inside you for a few moments as you both tried to catch your breath. He then pulled out when he decided you were okay.
He put you on the ground, supporting you to help you stand. He put his hands to your waist and held you close to himself.
“Are we okay?” You heard him ask, he was still thinking about the fight and deep down, he felt guilty. The anger he was trying to let out moments ago was clearly not directed to you, but to himself. He kissed your neck, his soft lips on your skin made you smile lightly.
“Yeah, we’re okay.” You said, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.
“Let’s not fight again.” He said and looked into your eyes, smiling to himself as he found the sympathy he was looking for. “We’re better than that.”
You chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Let’s not...” You said and toyed with his shirt. “I liked the angry sex though.” You cooed as he laughed, holding your hand tightly.
“That, we can do more often.” He smirked, looking down on you. You felt at peace as you let your head rest on his shoulders.
“Being a brat is a good colour on you, sometimes.” He said. You tilted your head and met his gaze. “That’s just how I am.”
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“i-isn’t that enough?” you managed to say as you turned your gaze away from him, suddenly ashamed from that intense look in his eyes. you heard him chuckle with a deep voice as you closed your eyes to avoid eye contact. “what do you mean enough? we’re just getting started.” gojo said as he slipped his cock out of you, feeling his cock throbbing inside you as a warning.
it’s been like that since god knows when, just gojo thrusting into your cunt as deep as he could, the tip of his cock stretching you wide open for him. you whimpered and begged for him to stop, but he wouldn’t, not even after your nth orgasm that night. your eyes were glossy, your body felt heavy as you collapsed on the bed with exhaustion.
he creeped up to face you, his still rock-hard cock pressing into your wet, sensitive cunt. towering over you with his impressive height, your gaze shifted to his cock, the tip still red and wet with your juices and his pre-cum. he was edging himself, never letting himself taste the feeling of his own orgasm just to make you cum over and over again. with his fingers, his mouth, his cock, whatever he could think of until you were a babbling mess under him, asking for more.
he felt like he had to break you for good, because when you whimpered for him to stop never satisfied him. you had to ask for more, you had to be a good girl for him, that was the best sight for his pretty eyes.
he looked down at you again, pressing your legs to your chest as you held them with your hands, gojo’s fingers toying with your cunt all the time. “ ‘s too much.” you cried out for him, much to his annoyence. “i decide when it’s too much. take what i give you.” he said as he clicked his tongue, pushing inside you once again.
your eyes filled with tears as you felt him inside you, still overly-sensitive from your previous orgasms, but you couldn’t do anything about it. if gojo wanted to keep you still, he’d keep you still, no questions asked. “i know you can give me more.” he said, panting over you as his eyes locked on yours. “come on beautiful, just one more...” he said.
he was lying, it was never ‘just one more’ for him, he was never satisfied with it until all you could think was his cock and his cock only. “satoru, ah! t-too much, please, mercy... mercy!” you begged under him, trying to wiggle away from his touch on your clit. his one hand travelled to grab your jaw as his other hand was occupied with your wet cunt, drawing circles on the sensitive bud.
“i will stop when i feel like it.” he mumbled with little to no interest. you could feel yourself getting even warmer down there, dripping on the clean sheets as you made them wet with your juices. “now, cum for me again, right now.” he said, looking into your eyes with a playful look in them.
your eyes widened with his request, it took you a long time to build another orgasm after that much, but apparently he didn’t care about how you felt about it. “or i will make you come again, and again, the entire night.”
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apparently, you were too loud.
too loud and far too gone to notice how gojo slipped inside your house, having your spare keys due to being your friend for a long time.
it wasn’t odd of him to come visit you without letting you know, he did that all the time, since he never cared about ‘personal spaces’. and you stopped complaining a long while ago, now completely used to his inappropriate morals.
he knew he was supposed to let you know that he was home, but just when he tried to do it, a voice made him stop, closing his mouth slowly. a moan, a loud, loud moan coming right from your bedroom.
were you occupied? were you with a date? he had no idea, but you would tell him if you were, you always did. it made gojo’s heart sting a little, but it didn’t matter. if you were happy, he was happy, that was it for him.
he couldn’t help the curiosity and the jealous feeling growing inside him as he strolled through the corridor to your bedroom, realizing the door is slightly open. he removed his blindfolds then, trying to take a good look as he peeked inside the room.
seeing you spread out on your bed, only with your shirt on as your hand almost completely covered your crotch... he knew he had to leave, but it wasn’t that easy to move at that moment.
it felt like his legs were betraying him, but his gaze was completely locked on your hands, moving slowly as you slipped two fingers inside you, moaning with the stretch.
“satoru...” you whined, his eyes widening with your voice. he thought you noticed him for a second there, but no, you were still facing up, feeling too hot to notice the pair of eyes staring at you.
he felt his cock throb inside his pants, those pretty sounds you made, and moaning out his name... he could hardly hold back. you were thinking about him, you desired him, just as he did.
why didn’t you tell him, then? left him alone all those nights, his fist wrapping around his cock with you on his mind... why did you reject all his flirting attempts if you wanted him too?
he had to put you in your place.
with that idea on his mind, he heard you moaning his name again, with a low voice this time as you closed your eyes, probably close to your orgasm. just then, he banged the door open as he made his way to your bed, startling you with the sudden company.
“satoru!” you said, trying to cover your bare bottom with your pillow as he softened his movements, trying not to scare you. how long was he standing there anyway? did he... did he heard it? why didn’t he leave? you didn’t know, but you were about to.
“you moaned my name.” he said with a plain voice, moving closer to you as he sat on the bed, close to your side. “what were you thinking about?” he asked, teasing you with a grin on his face.
“that’s... none of your business!” you said with a flushed face, red with embarrassment taking all over you, wrapping your legs around the pillow even more. gojo took the pillow away from you then, watching your nervous face. “but you were thinking of me, weren’t you?” he said, placing his hands to your hips.
he caressed your legs when he noticed that you relaxed under his touch, letting him embrace you the way he wanted. he leaned down to kiss you, his hands placing on the back of your neck as he kept you in place. “do you want this?” he said, tugging on your hips as he parted your legs, already wet with the thoughts of him from earlier. “yes.” you breathed out.
his lips were too close to yours as he leaned in to close the gape, tasting you impatiently. he was incredibly turned on, his tip swollen and cock throbbing in need. his hands traveled down your legs as he kissed you, your mind feeling blank and hazy at that moment.
you moaned into the kiss and pulled him into bed as you felt his finger slipping inside you with no effort. you were feeling rather neglected, and imagining him was nowhere near the real deal. “satoru...” you struggled under his piercing gaze.
“why didn’t you tell me?” he said, pulling away a little as he pushed another finger deep inside, his palm caressing your clit slightly. you gasped and looked into his eyes. “i would fuck you every single day if i knew you were this needy for me.” he smirked, obviously making fun of you as you blushed and shied away from his gaze.
“i’ve been thinking about you too.” he whispered into your ear as he realized he made you rather uncomfortable. your eyes widen with the sudden feeling, the fact that the gojo satoru been thinking about you this whole time stroking your ego.
“satoru, please...” you plead for him, needing to feel him fully inside you, his fingers not enough to please you. “please what?” he said, his thumb finding its way to your clit as he caressed on the sensitive bud. “please...” you whined, eyes filling with tears as you felt frustrated.
he held your chin with his spare hand, making you look at him in the eyes as a playful gaze filled them. “i’m not saying no, baby, just tell me what you want.” he ordered, making your pussy flutter with his dominating nature, his body towering over you.
you gulped as you tried to form a sentence, struggling to put words together with that overwhelming feeling. “p-please, ah! please fuck me!” you finally managed to say it out loud, hardly breathing with the fact you just said that to one of your best friends. maybe you should’ve felt bad to think about your friend in that way, but he wanted it too. you both needed each other.
“i’m planning to.” he said simply as he removed his fingers, making you feel empty just for a second. he pulled down his pants, letting them fall to the ground as he loomed over you, holding your legs as he eyed your wet crotch.
he grabbed his cock by base and rubbed it all over your cunt, slicking it with your juices as he gave you a sly smirk. “this is all for me? i’m honored.” he teased. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him to yourself as soon as you felt him at your entrance, making him moan loudly with surprise. now it was your time to tease.
“does it feel too good, satoru?” you said, giving him a seducing look in your eyes as your hands traveled to your breasts, grabbing them over your shirt. “can’t you fuck me harder? is that it?” you teased him, making him grunt in anger as he pulled out, and pushed it back in until you took him fully. “this was better in my imagination.” you said with a boring voice on purpose, trying to get him in an irritated mode.
he snapped then, pushing your legs to your chests as you screamed in surprise, the burning feeling too much as he held your legs still. “i’ll show you better.” he said, humming slightly and started to pound into you.
you could feel every single inch of his cock stretching you open, abusing your walls as your wet entrance took him all in. you moaned loudly, probably causing a few neighbors to be disturbed by your voice but you couldn’t help it at that moment, not when gojo fucked you too hard you could feel the bed rocking like there’s an earthquake.
“satoru! s-slow down, ah! too much” you yelled at him as you clawed on his back, his face hiding on your neck. he bit down on your shoulder as he heard you whining. “what was that? you want more?” he said, his hips moving even faster now as you heard the way his cock slapping onto your wet entrance, making you scream with every thrust.
“hah- getting off while fucking imagining me... are you a fucking slut?” he said, your eyes widening in surprise with his sudden dirty talk. your eyes found his then, realizing how much you managed to annoy him. “n-no... i’m sorry.” you said, tears filling your eyes as you closed them to make them go away.
he grunted as he felt you squeezing him even more, unintentionally, but the fact he was going too rough made you see starts. “i can feel you fucking clenching on my cock.” he said, grabbing your jaw as he tug on the mattress with his other hand for support. “you love this treatment, don’t you? being my fucktoy?” he said, your eyes looking lost in the moment as you mindlessly nodded.
his cock felt too good, going in and out of you as he made your tits jiggle with every move. you felt a burning feeling right inside your tummy when you felt gojo going too far deep, his tip hitting your cervix. “satoru! satoru, ‘s too much, p-please!” you yelled at him, tears flowing down your face as he looked at you, slowing his hips down a little much to your appreciate.
“y’cant take it, hm? too much for this stupid cunt?” he said, rubbing his fingers to your clit in annoyance. “you will come to me every single time you want me to fuck you, you understand?” he asked, brows furrowing with anger as he remembered how he had to pleasure himself, not being able to fuck you like this.
“yes, ‘m sorry!” you yelled, tugging your nails on his back even more as he grunted in pain, only causing him to move faster inside you. “this cunt is mine now.” he said, pointing to your crotch as he watched how he struggled to pull out, your walls pulling him back inside whenever he tried, milking him dry. “only i can touch it. do you understand?” he said, not getting any answer from you.
he felt frustrated as you couldn’t answer him, too focused on his fingers on your clit as you felt a hot feeling flowing inside your entire body. the lack of answer from you made his mind go numb as you studied his slightly annoyed face. “i asked you a question.” he said, grabbing your neck. “you can’t get off on your own anymore, beg me if it’s necessary, but your pussy is mine. do you understand me?” he said, his glare making you bit your lip in arousal.
“yes! please!” you said, toes curling as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. he let go of your neck, satisfied with your answer. “good.” he said, his hands pressing onto your nub even harder as he felt you tightening around him, squeezing the living life out of him through his dick. “cum for me.” he said, making your legs shake as you couldn’t help the pleasure taking over your body, moaning his name helplessly.
he grunted as his cock twitched inside you, his eyes closing as he felt your hot, wet cunt squeezing him deeper inside. he got slightly worried as he came down, realizing he was about to cum inside you any second.
“is it okay if i-“ he tried to say but was immediately shushed by you. “cum inside me, satoru...” you moaned, still trying to tease him. “pleaseee cum inside me, oh, w-want your cum deep inside my cun-OH GOD!” he made you scream as he pounded inside you mercilessly, cracking sounds coming from your bed as your mouth wide opened.
“i’ll teach you how to fucking talk to me.” he growled, chasing his own release without even caring how you were overstimulated by his thrusts. he buried himself deep inside you as he let go, leaking his white juice right inside you as you shivered with the hot, full feeling. he pulled out of you, pumping himself inside you a few more times to make sure you didn’t waste a drop.
he looked down at your fucked-out face, smiling with a smug look on his face. his eyes wandered around your crotch, your juices leaking down your legs as you tried to catch your breath. “you look like a disaster.” he said, managing to get your attention back at him as you frowned, getting ready to shout at him. he made you shush then, smiling genuinely this time, narrowing his pretty eyes. “good thing i love the sight.”
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