You didn't follow ordersâPrice needs to do something about it.
pairing: John Price x afab!reader
cw: nsfw, spanking, oral (f receiving), piv!sex, dom!John Price, teasing, porn without plot
wc: 1193
an: please send me your dirtiest requests I am begging, I need to write more smut but I have NOOOOO inspiration. enjoy!!
Price had built wall after wall when it came to you. Heâd buried every feeling, pretending he didnât careâpretending his gaze didnât linger whenever you walked into the room, that his heart didnât leap to his throat at the slightest brush of contact. He triedâhe really didâto feign a nonchalance that simply wasnât real. Not with you.
Heâd been warned by countless people not to get involved with anyone he worked with. Mixing love and duty, they said, would never swing in his favour. Rank came at a cost, and sooner or later heâd find himself entangled in a power dynamic that would strain everything.
And, to his dismay, theyâd been right.
Whenever you were in the picture, it was near impossible for the captain to think straight. He dreaded missions where your name appeared on the briefing file. He hated having to play the role of your commanding officer and nothing more. He hated the look on your face whenever he had to put his foot downâwhen duty demanded he reprimand you, not protect you.
It had been taxing on the two of youâuntil John found a way to correct you without letting it bleed into the relationship.Â
âJohn,â you moaned against the pillow, voice muffled and strained. âPleaseâfuck. Please, John.â
Your pleas fell on deaf ears. The sound of your whimpers blended almost seamlessly with every slap he let fall on your ass. The sound of his palm against the tender flesh made his cock twitch in his pants, still fully clothed as he hovered behind your naked frame on the bedâface down against the pillow, hands tied behind your back with your own shirt, ass perked up.Â
He took a long look, licking his lips like a thirsty man. The sight was enough to make him come undone, which is why heâd deliberately focused on you.Â
His hand fell roughly on your ass, the skin reddened and swollen from the aggressive, nonstop slapping youâd endured for the past twenty minutes. You whimpered at the contact, burying yourself deeper into the pillow.Â
âHow many times,â he groaned, violent hands now turning kind as he caressed one swollen cheek in gentle motions, âhave I told you Iâm your captain?â
You let out a shaky breath, eyes closed and mind clouded in what could only be described as a trance. Sweat beaded along your brow and neck, lip quivering from the sheer, painful bliss of being completely under Johnâs control.
Every nerve in your body seemed to pulse in rhythm with his voice, impossible to ignore. You were hyper-aware of everything: the heat of his hands, the weight of his gaze, the way your body responded without permission. That acute awareness was both a blessing and a curse.
When he pressed his hot mouth against your swollen cunt, he couldâve sworn you saw stars. The noise that escaped your throat didnât feel human, but he didnât care. He lapped at the slit, arms trapping your thighs with nearly painful force. The bed beneath you creaked as the repositioned himself, dragging his tongue from bottom to top. It circled around your clit in a rhythm that made your eyes roll so far back, you couldâve seen your brain.Â
He was relentless. Ruthless in the way he lavished attention on you. The warmth of his mouth sent an electric shock all the way up your spine, rendering you useless and incapable of straining together coherent sentences. His tongue found your entrance, pushing inside exquisitely slow. One of his hands found your reddened cheek, rubbing slow circles on it before harshly slapping it, drawing a whimper from you.
He sucked on your cunt again, causing you to reach for him with your bound hands, useless and infuriating. Before you could ask what he was doing, you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling.Â
âOut there, Iâm your captain,â he repeated, voice gruff and undeniably angry. âIâm not your partner, and I sure as hell am not your friend.â
On that last word, he delivered a painful slap to your ass. The sound you made was something between a whimper and a sob, testament of how close to the edge you were. John had been brutal for the last thirty minutes, insistent on getting his point across.Â
âJohn,â you pleaded, tears welling your eyes. You couldnât see anything behind you, but you could feel everything.
You flinched when he caressed your ass, recoiling away from his touch when his lips trailed lazy kisses from one cheek to the other, lingering on your soaked lips while he dragged his tongue across the slit one last time.Â
The unmistakeable sound of fabric rustling signalled to your aching cunt that the torture was over. His calloused hands were now soft, even tender as they rubbed the angry skin. You felt his legs pressing against the back of your thighs, and the familiar weight of his cock lined up against your entrance.Â
He dragged the tip across your swollen lips, letting out a groan as he did. You leaned further back, desperate to feel him, only to hiss in pain when he lay a palm on your cheekânot as punishment, but as a warning.Â
âYou listen to me,â he said with a low growl. He gripped your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. You moaned with anticipation, biting your lip as to not tell him to just fuck you already.Â
When you felt the tip push in only an inch, you couldnât help it anymore.
âChristâokay,â you cried out. âPlease, please, pleaseâ.â
He yanked a fistful of your hair, bending over your arched back in an attempt to close the distance between you. The sudden pull rubbed his thighs against your ass, eliciting a painful moan from your throat. The movement pushed his tip even further in, which you couldnât have been more grateful for.
His lips were close enough to your ear to raise every hair on your body. His voice was low, grave, dangerously velvety despite the situation. âAsk nicely, love.â
Maybe if you hadnât been so desperate, you wouldâve. But your skin was painfully raw and bruised, you were sweating from places you didnât know sweat, and you were so empty it was nearly tortuous. Instead of asking, you thrusted back in a swift move, and whimpered against the pillow when his entire girth filled you, stretching you so, so deliciously painful.Â
He was caught so off guard he momentarily lost all strength, letting his weight fall on your back. With your hair still tightly in his grip, you had to crane your neck in an unnatural angle. Despite the pain on your bottom, you couldnât stop yourself from smirking victoriously at the sight of this man, this captain, fall like a puppet without strings when buried deep inside you.Â
That victory was short lived, because once he regained his strength he yanked on your hair forcefully, breath ragged and laboured.Â
âYou shouldnât have done that.â
He rammed into you at full force, and you wondered how the hell you were meant to survive the following hours.Â
simon riley fucking you for the first time knowing he shouldnât. itâs forbidden. itâs wrong. youâre the captainâs daughter.
he has you sat on the table, your shirt hiked up, his pants shoved down. his cock is still bottoming out, groaning in your ear, when you both hear priceâs heavy footfalls echoing down the hall as he calls out for his daughter⌠for you.
having ryomen sukuna as your boyfriend is like having your own six foot four two hundred thirty pound body guard and you absolutely love it.
âseatbelt.â heâll say when you hop into the passenger seat of his truck and immediately go to fix your mascara in the mirror instead of ensuring your own safety.
âis your location on?â heâll ask as youâre actively using his forearm as a support beam to hurriedly slip on a pair of dangerously high heels so you can meet your friends waiting outside.
âwhen i call ân check up on you, you answer, got it? yâknow iâll come find you if you donât.â heâll kiss into the crook of your fragrance oiled neck before you leave.
and whenever youâre in public with him you can literally just turn your brain off, because why would you need to think when your boyfriend can do it for you?
like when youâre strolling outside on a summer day, features illuminated gorgeously by the sunâs golden rays. lips freshly glossed and phone held out in front of your face as you try to get the angle right for your selfies. just as you go to snap the picture you distractedly take a step towards the asphalt to cross the street without looking, only to get photobombed by a large hand reaching out, palming your forehead like a basketball and pulling you back onto the sidewalk.
or how about when youâre tugging him through the mall and on your way to your seventh store, your shopping bags laddered up his left arm and your arm looped around his right, dainty finger tips brushing against the slightly raised lines of his tattoos as he follows your lead and listens to you go on and on about whatever the fuck.
and youâre just strutting beside him without a worry in the world in one of those skimpy little skirts he absolutely fucking despises (but paid for anyway) when your lip gloss accidentally slips from between your manicured hands and clatters onto the ground.
as soon as sukuna hears you go âoops!â heâs already stepping behind you to shield your backside from view with his body because youâre bending right over to pick it up without even thinking about who you might flash, or whoâs ass he might have to beat for looking too hard. and as the ever yearning man he hates to admit he is, he canât help but let his head weigh down a bit to selfishly steal a glance at those pretty pink panties youâre wearing and lick his lips at how deliciously they cling to your cunt.
heâs suddenly grateful for your shopping addiction, as he can now use one of your many bags to hide the bulge tightening within his pants as the two of you continue walking. maybe that skirt isnât so bad, he thinks.
Ghost has still got blood cooling on his gloves, the metallic tang thick in the air as the last body hits the floor with a wet thud. He tilts his head, listening to the quiet that follows, thumb already moving toward his comms to report in to Price.
Then he sees you.
Crouched in the corner behind a stack of crates, knees drawn up, eyes wide and shining in th low light. Civilian. Wrong place, worse timing. Which is unfortunate for you. His orders were clear: no witnesses and no loose ends.
Ghost starts toward you with that slow, rolling prowl, boots heavy on the concrete, thighs flexing under blood spattered gear.
He expects you to flinch. To run. To beg.
Except⌠you donât.
You donât even flinch when he stops right in front of you, towering, blood still dripping from his gloved fingers onto the concrete near your shoes. He raises his gun slightly, angled toward your head, ready to end it quick.
Thatâs when it happens.
Your gaze drops.
Straight down his chest, over the blood spattered vest, and locks onto the thick, heavy print of his cock on the front of his pants. Your lips part. Your breath hitches. And something in your eyes⌠shifts. Goes dark and heated, pupils blowing wide with want instead of fear.
Ghost freezes.
The gun lowers an inch. He tilts his head, staring down at you like youâre some glitch in reality. Heâs covered in other menâs blood, fresh kill still warm on his hands, and youâre looking at his dick like you want it down your throat right here in the slaughterhouse.
It throws him completely. Throws off the soldier part of him that is cold and clinical. His cock twitches hard at the realization, thickening further under your stare, and he knows you see it. You donât look away. If anything, your thighs press tighter together, cheeks flushing despite the corpses behind him.
A beat of silence stretches.
âBloody hell,â he rumbles, stepping closer until his boot nudges your leg. One massive hand reaches down, gripping your chin roughly with blood smeared gloves, forcing your head up. âDidât expect a filthy lilâ thing like you tâcream your knickers watching me work. Got a death wish, have ya? Orâve you just got a thing for monsters?â
Youâre still staring. Still heated. Ghostâs thumb drags across your lower lip, smearing a faint streak of red, considering the dilemma.
Price wonât like it if thereâs loose endsâŚ
But he might not mind if Ghost keep a little petâŚ
tojis shy wife asking him if they can have a baby âĄ
a/n: this is such a boring fic but whatever idc
youve been following him around the house for almost an hour.
soft little footsteps behind him while he moves from room to room, arms sneaking around his waist the second he stops moving long enough, cheek pressing between his shoulder blades while hes trying to do literally anything.
toji notices immediately.
hed noticed every extra second youve spent touching him today, every shy look, every time you open your mouth like youre gonna say something and then dont.
right now hes standing at the kitchen counter trying to pour himself a drink while you cling to his back like a sleepy cat, arms wrapped around his middle.
his hand settles over yours automatically.
"âŚyou need somethin?" he mutters.
you shake your head against him.
"yeah?" he says, rough and unconvinced. "baby. then why you stuck t'me like glue?"
your grip tightens a little at that, face warming instantly when he glances back over his shoulder at you. you just go quiet again.
he sighs softly through his nose, setting the glass down before turning around fully, hands landing on your waist as he looks down at you properly.
"cmon," he mutters. "spit it out."
you hesitate so long he almost thinks you changed your mind, eyes dropping away from his while your fingers curl into the front of his shirt.
"âŚdont get mad" you mumble
his brows pull together immediately. "the hell would I get mad for?"
you dont answer, just stand there all shy and sweet, practically folded into his chest, and he can physically see you trying to work up the courage to say whatevers been sitting in your head.
"âŚcan we have a baby?"
toji goes quiet, the question catches him off guard harder than he expected. his hands stay warm on your waist while he looks down at you, brows pulling together slightly as he thinks about it, thumb rubbing slow against your side without him realizing.
"..baby." he mutters after a second, voice gentler now. "thats a real big question."
you immediately look nervous after that, eyes dropping away while your fingers twist lightly in his shirt.
"..i know.." you say quietly.
the way you say it all shy and careful, like youre worried he will shut you down completely, like youve been holding this in your chest all night.
then you look back up at him with big eyes, a soft expression on your face. hopeful in that sweet little way that always gets him. toji exhales hard through his nose, one hand sliding from your waist up your back before he pulls you closer against him.
"âŚcmere," he mutters, almost like hes buying himself time.
you melt right into him immediately, arms tightening around his middle, and he rests his chin briefly against the top of your head while he thinks.
"âŚmaybe." he says finally, low and rough.
your whole face brightens so fast it nearly makes him laugh. "maybe?" you ask softly. he glances down at you, already losing the fight seeing that look on your face.
"âŚyea." he mutters, thumb brushing along your waist. "maybe, sweet girl."
[đâ] :: being bullied because youâre true form!sukunaâs favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. but when he finally notices the harassment, he doesnât hold back.
âsheâs got nothing going on for her,â âright? i donât get what he sees in her,â âtchâheâs only using her for her body anyway,â âduhh. he canât be pleased by her looks. i mean, sheâs really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ânother hole to use. . .â
and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they canât care less if you hear what they say.
youâre used to it by now. youâve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukunaâs concubines. his favourite at thatâwhich automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the sorcererâs harem canât stand you.
your eyes are glued to the path youâre walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesnât utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you.
you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.
itâs moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldnât have to hear them call you nasty names.
though, unlucky you, sukunaâs out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.
âhey. weâre talking to you,â a female voice rings from behind you.
it isnât your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukunaâs concubines. her name. . . you canât recall.
she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that youâve accidentally stepped on it.
you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.
âmy apologies,â you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.
the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. itâs intimidating, though you try to make it seem like youâre not afraid of their words.
âtell me,â the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesnât budge, âtell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.â
itâs about sukuna every time. youâre getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you canât control. you donât know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way youâre treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.
the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.
the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.
you look up at the group surrounding youâa grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, âhah. you canât blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.â
audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they canât believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.
âoh, you slut!â the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine.
in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.
your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesnât have much say in the matter either way.
youâre humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.
âpah, you look pathetic,â one of the lower ranking concubines chimes inâgiggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, âserves you right.â
you donât even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountainâs surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.
you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. youâre shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.
by someone you didnât expect to see any time soon.
âenough.â
the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. itâs powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.
the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.
âmy lord,â you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him.
youâre surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.
sukunaâs footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shakeâone concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when heâs angry.
âtsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?â sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces.
the fact that theyâre not bowing before him worsens his temper, âkneel.â
he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesnât sound like theyâve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.
you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone whoâs got their head held high in his presence.
youâve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.
sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.
he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, âiâm sorry, my lord.â
sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. youâre apologising when itâs not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.
the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. heâs not bothered by the fact that youâre dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.
âstay. youâll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,â sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.
he doesnât even care that he stepped on one of the womenâs hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.
itâs silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.
sukunaâs breathing is a little heavy. heâs trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesnât like raising his voice at youâbut sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.
âhow long has this been going on?â sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, âand donât you dare fuckinâ lie to me, yâhear?â
you gulp. youâve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, âuhm, for quite a while, my lord.â
sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that itâs worse than youâre making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.
your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.
âyou shouldâve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,â sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurts a little.
he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, âpathetic.â
you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder.
you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, âi thought you were too busy. i didnât want to bother you with such unimportant matters.â
itâs true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didnât want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.
if only you could stand up for yourself.
ânonsense,â sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that youâve probably been through enough for the day. he doesnât need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.
he simply sighs it off in annoyance, âunimportant, huh? âs that how you think i view you?â
you raise an eyebrow at sukunaâs last sentence. youâre at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubinesâitâs the main reason youâre getting bullied forâyet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.
almost like heâs disappointed that you donât realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.
âi-iâm sorry, my lord,â you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as youâre left overthinking that one little sentence he said.
âbrat,â sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure.
he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once youâre separated.
sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything thatâs been going on while heâs not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.
heâll let you off the hook for now. but, heâs surely going to give you your own special scolding after heâs taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.
sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, âget dressed into somethinâ else before you catch a cold.â
he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while heâs away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.
his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures youâre experiencing. sukunaâs going to make sure those other women pay for what theyâve done to you.
he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;
situationship!sukuna who strips you fully naked in the bathroom of some stupid party after seeing you touch and grind on some frat fuck losers. yeah, heâs trying to degrade and humiliate you, especially when he leaves the door unlocked for anyone to walk in⌠but really what theyâd see is him kneeling on the hard, uncomfortable tile, licking and moaning into your pussy like heâs the one that needs to ask for forgiveness⌠idk
Gentle Ogre!Simon knows heâs too big to stick it in Fairy!Reader (itâll probably kill you) so he only rubs the tip on you⌠right?
cw: 18+ mdni, SIZE K!NK, monster fvcking (letâs have fun guys), just the tip!!!, kinda crack
ANNNKK, wrong answer forehead!
Why would Ogre!Simon ever just run his fat and leaking cockhead on you when heâs imagined himself inside of you to the very hilt when heâs imagined you sobbing yout cute little heart out, stomach full every time he manages to just fit a little bit inside you. The way youâd be gurgling out his cum as he painted your walls and every bit of you whiteâ he fought those evil human bastards with his dick heavy and bricked in his pants thinking about your cunt sopping wet on him.
He did you a massive favor once by moving the tree your entire bloodline lived in for you, helping plant it somewhere safe so of course, as the general of the Faries in charge of war and negotiations, you promised Ogre!Simon anything he wanted in return.
Whoâd think that would be rubbing your tits against his cock that was bigger than the size of you, your tongue lapping around and inside his urethra youâve grinding your fucking pretty and glistening Pearl on. Have had Ogre!Simon hold you down against the large dark brown table of his small kitchen, using his thick digit to open your gummy cunt open till you were squirting up his arm, not hesitating to slurp uo the syrupy sap that made a mess on him, groaning at the taste.
Ogre!Simon swore heâd just rub his cock against you, let you feel every vein from your to your cunt, to your stomach to your gorgeous face, have you kiss on it the way he likes every time heâd do a little thrust- but you were fucking creaming today. God his urethra all white before he could even start because youâd been thinking about him all day. Your fairy wings flutter in anticipation, squeezing your thighs together that didnât help either the sheer of your green outfit. Slick covering the mound of you- Ogre!Simon would just fit the tip in.
Your eyes shoot open at the feel of his massive tip, stretching you full, your legs above your head as you let out a loud cry, âY-you said-â
ââKnow wha âve said love- just- anh- jus- bloody âhell honey!â and Ogre!Simon is chocking on his own words with moans, groans filling the whole house. His head is thrown back as the loud squelch of your tight walls taking his cockhead, not even the whole thing. Just half of it got you sobbing, and throbbing around Ogre!Simon, the monsters breeder balls swinging everytime he give your needy and tiny little pussy a little thrust.
âSimon, mmm Simon!â You mewl, eyes rolling into your skull, what would the princess think of you like this fairy!reader? âNegotiationsâ going well? Sure, getting screwed by the kind ogre more than 12 times your size, guts filled with his pre as you shake in his calloused hand, squirting and cumming so hard it almost knocks you out.
And Ogre!Simon used you, your pretty yet limp body in one hand as he rolls his hand up and down his aching length, till heâs cumming in his hand and down to the kitchen floor. Accidentally Smearing his cum on your ethereal face, trying to wipe the sweat away.
âIâll âave tâ get you a fuckin bath in here dove,â he sighs, standing and taking steps towards the sink, heavy footsteps hitting the floor, âProbably âave my kid the way weâre going.â
a/n: I was evil laughing while writing this, hold my beer. Was I watching Peterpan? No further questions.
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