THRONE- Douma au, Douma x reader x a little bit of Akaza
Synopsis: the reader is a devoted follower of the demon Prince Douma and is helplessly in love with him and simply just wants to please him. Eventually Akaza joins in on the fun.
Warning: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, very kinky and very hardcore smut so please proceed with caution. Dacryphilia, masochist kink, exhibitionist kink, Praise kink, Degrading kink, choking, slapping, spitting, blowjobs, oral sex, penetration, double penetration, anal sex, murder, all sorts of dirty things so again please proceed with caution. And please enjoy!
You made your way to the throne room, with the prince's favorite dinner. You were a servant of Prince Douma, the current heir to the Demon Kingdom.
He had kidnapped you from your family and had forced you to serve him however he pleased. But to be honest your family had been horrible and had been close to selling you a sex slave in order to make a living. But before they could do that. Prince Douma had invaded your home, slaughtered your family and took you in as his own personal servant. But unlike your family, all you had to do for him was serve him food, run errands and sometimes kill people for him. He never touched you in anyway. And provided you with the finest clothes. All made of silk. And despite him being your captor, you couldn't help but be grateful to him. He had saved you.
He had a reputation for being evil, killing for fun. A true devil. But you never saw him as that. Actually you kind of got off on his sadistic side. Something about his dark side drew you to him. You found yourself often dreaming about him at night. Wanting to serve him in other ways.
You'd do anything for him.
Right now you wore a red silk kimono. His favorite color. There were slits for both legs to slide through. Your breasts peaked through the neckline, and a sash barely kept you clothed. You wanted to take your service to the next level. Your long hair was done up in a messy bun so your neck was exposed.
His eyes immediately focused on you, the minute you entered. Those rainbow eyes scanned you up and down shamelessly, as he sat in his usual casual position. Legs spread out, laid back, and his elbow perched on the armrest. While his face rested in the palm of his hand. His silver hair fell in waves to his waist. He was dressed in a red sweater , a white kimono and red silky pants. He was beautiful in a deadly way. Like a snake luring you into his trap. But you weren't afraid. Nothing would stop the unhealthy rapid way your heart pounded in your chest.
"Hello little lamb," he greets in that musical lilt of his.
"Hello, my Lord ," you bowed your head as you nearer the steps to his throne.
"You are dressed quite lovely today," he notes, "red is my favorite color and I love it even more now seeing it on you."
"Thank you, my Lord."
"But I didn't summon you, so what brings you here?"
You bite your lip, "I want to serve you better, my lord."
You glance up to see his eyes widen with curiosity, "but you are already my best servant."
You can't help but blush, "I think you're being modest."
He tilts his head, rainbow irises turning into crescents, "I mean you do everything I tell you without hesitation or complaint- despite what I did to your family."
"My family deserved their face," you said protest, "you saved me, honestly."
At this he laughs, "ever so gracious too, and brave. Most humans would fear me, especially with my appetite for blood and other things. But you? You look at me like I hung the moon and stars in the sky, and I can't help but find you adorable. So as in a thanks to being my most loyal servant, I will reward you, tell me do you want new dresses? Money?"
You shake your head, taking a bold step up the steps that lead up to his throne, he watches with newfound interest and amusement. But something else flashed in those vibrant eyes.
Once you get to the top, you kneel down in between his legs, "no, my lord dresses and money will never compare to giving you great pleasure if you let me."
He reaches forward gripping your chin, with a thoughtful expression, heat coursed through your veins at the mere touch. All it took was one simple touch and you knew you were a mess down below. You ached for him in places that no man had gone before. "Just know if you do this, you're forever bound to me. Which means your soul, your pussy, everything, belongs to me. For all eternity."
You nod, "I know that's all I want. All I've ever wanted was to be yours."
"That's awfully, bold but you've never been a meek one, i know you crave my darkness," he says, his normally tenor voice just slightly lower, his hand caresses you cheek softly, tracing down to your exposed neck, a predatory grin surfaces that shoots straight to your throbbing core. You bite your lip.
"Please my lord," you plead softly, "I'd do anything for you."
"Anything? Hmm?"
You nod.
"Would you kill for me?"
"Absolutely."
He chuckles, "would you die for me?"
"Of course."
"And would you sell your soul, possibly become a demon in order to be with me?"
"Is that even a question?"
"Well?" He pushes, his hand trailing back up to your chin, his thumb brushing along the bottom of your lip.
"Fuck yes," you hiss.
He laughs, pleased, "good, than you may proceed, little lamb. Please me and I might reward you."
You nod eagerly, you trail your hand up his thigh, continuing until you reach your destination. You palm him through the silky fabric. To your surprise he's already hard underneath your touch. Massive too. You glance up at him wide eyes in shock.
"Yes, little lamb, that's what you do to me every day, you're not the only one that wants this, especially when you're wearing my favorite color. Making me want you even more."
With this new found encouragement, you hastily undo his buckle. Tugging his pants down, you grip his hard length and pull it out. Gripping it with your small hands. His mere size was alone to make your mouth water. Long, thick and veiny. You stroke him, feeling him, mesmerized by the hot heavy feeling.
"Like what you see?" He chuckles, those bright orbs teasing.
“Absolutely,” you murmur, “you’re massive.”
Slowly, you bend your head down and take his head in his mouth. He hitches a breath when run the seam of your lips long his crown. Up and down in a teasing manner. His hands lace with your hair to pull it out of your face. But they remain there in tight grip. You feel him pulsing in your hand as you slowly lick down the side of his shaft and back up again before going up to suck the tip in lightly, causing his precum to leak out to which you immediately flick your tongue over to taste. Letting his salty cum coat your tongue.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises. You continue this light teasing of grazing his shaft with your lips and going back to suck on his tip, soft moans falling out of his lips as he stares at you. His usual rainbow irises have darkened with lust. You continue to gather precum and saliva to slide it up and down his cock. Gripping the base of his cock you bring in the tip even further into your mouth. Slacking your jaw so you can take him in further. His thick girth stretching your lips wide, as continuing to suck his crown and sucking the underside of his cock. Glancing up, he was turning into a moaning mess. You stroke him as you continue to play with him, sucking and licking along his length. Letting your teeth graze his hot veins lightly, causing him to groan.
“Who knew that the little lamb would be such a fucking tease.”
You look at him wide with innocent eyes but there’s a small smirk. Focusing back on his cock, you force yourself to take it in deeper. Choking slightly at the stretch. You pull off only to take him in some more, finally when it seems like he’s in all the way, to where he hits the back of your throat, you begins bobbing your head up and down. Gagging each you go all the way down. Your nose hitting his pubic bone. His moans going higher and becoming more loud encourage you to go faster.
“Fuck, that’s a good little lamb,” his cracks slightly. “Your mouth is made for my cock. It takes it so well.”
His words of praise shoot straight to your core. You reach between your skirt. To which you have no panties underneath which catches his attention. Watching as you start to play with yourself.
“Does your pretty little cunt need some attention too, little lamb?”
You only can hum in response.
“Do you want me to fuck your needy pussy?”
Again you can only hum for your mouth is stuffed full, he tsks in disapproval. Without warning he roughly yanks your head off his cock, chuckling as a string of saliva connected to your lips and his cock. Before his gaze darkens.
“I asked you a question, slut.”
You whimper as he degrades you in that musical lilt of his. He grips your chin roughly. Before forcefully pushing your mouth back on his cock, pushing your head all the way down, causing you to gag. Tears stream down at the sudden brutality but it only turned you on even more to see the true sinister look in his eyes. To see that usual smiling face shift into something dark and cunning.
“What can’t answer because your mouth is too full of my cock?” He mocks. Yanking your head up and then forcing it down again. Seeming to get pure satisfaction of you struggling to take his cock each time. “What a pathetic slut.”
He begins thrusting up into your mouth. The back of his hitting the back of your throat harshly. Not letting you adjust at all, he laughs when you gag and cry, not letting up on his brutal assault on your mouth.
He grips your throat squeezing slightly with his long hands, causing you to choke at the sudden lack of air.
“It’s so fûcking entertaining seeing you choke on my cock, your tears also turn me on so much.” He smirks. “ you cry so pretty for me.”
You’re dripping now, you could feel your arousal pooling on the ground at his rough manhandling.
“Are dripping down there?” He taunts, “I can smell your arousal. Tell me, do you like me being rough with you and using you like the dirty whore you are ?”
“Mhfffm”
He chokes you again, “I can’t hear slut, you’re mouth is full. Didn’t your parents ever teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”
You whimper at his words, loving how he taunted you.
Soon he’s shooting down your mouth, tugging you off of him. Forcing your mouth open, “fûcking swallow everything.”
You immediately obey making sure to swallow every drop and morsel of his cum. Then opening your mouth wide to show him.
He smirks, “good girl. Now get up and strip for me.“
You shakily stand up, and begin stripping. Slowly. Teasing him even further. Smirking at the way his eyes darken again. Noticing he was still fully dressed aroused you even more. Soon you are completely bare before him.
“No panties and no bra,” he muses, resting his chin in his hands taking you in lazily but that darkness lingered in those rainbow depths. “What a slut for practically strutting around my castle naked, begging to be fucked.”
“I only did this for you, my Lord,” you reply softly.
His grin widens, “of course you did. Because you’re not just a slut. You’re my slut.”
He stands up, sheds out of his own clothes and stalks to you like a predator assessing his prey. He’s beautifully pale. Every inch of him seems to be perfectly molded, from his well muscled chest, to his thin waist and thick thighs and long hard cock, that stood angrily and taut against his stomach. Your mouth waters at how beautiful he is. His hand caresses your your cheek, running along your neck and down your tits. He runs a finger over the hardened nubs. Pinching between his finger and thumb.
“So fucking gorgeous,” suddenly he’s behind you. Pressing your backside against his naked front. Pushing his hard cock against your ass. You moan feeling it poke and taunt you. He presses you against him. Biting you ear, smirking when you writhe against him, crying out. His hands run down your front caressing your tits, teasing them as he kneeds them before continuing a path down to your aching cunt.
“P-please my Lord,” you plead breathlessly.
“Please what ?” He taunts. “What do you want slut?”
“Please fuck me,” you whimper, “I need you to fuck me.”
“Hmm let me think about it,” he hums, “I think I want to tease you more. I love feeling trapped against me. Writhing like a helpless little lamb, waiting so desperately to be devoured. It makes me feel so good and so powerful.”
“Please,” you beg.
“But I’m not done playing with you yet,” with out warning he begins teasing your clit with his fingers. Rubbing it, causing you to buck and squirm against him. “So helplessly wet,” he chuckles darkly. “I bet I don’t even need to prep you. I can slide my cock into you with ease because you’re so wet and willing for me.”
To taunt you even more, he slides his cock in between your thighs. Running it back and forth along your aching seams. But not enough to go in. It was pure torture the way he teased your pussy. You were aching for him and he knew it, yet he continued to torture you with his cock.
“Please,” you sob on the verge of losing whatever insanity you had left. This man was driving you crazy. Crazy with need and desire. “Just fuck me already.”
Chuckling he ignores your plea, abruptly inserting a long finger into your walls. You instantly cry at the sudden intrusion. But with your wetness, your cunt sucked him in easily.
“See? You don’t need to be prepped. You’re all ready for me to fuck.”
You have no chance to breath or speak as he suddenly slides into you all in one go. Not giving your tight walls any chance to adjust before he immediately starts to drill into you. Instantly, you become a sobbing mess as he slams into you with such brutal, animalistic speed. Nothing human in the way he moves. Harsh and unforgiving. Relentless hard thrusts.
“Ohmygodohmygod,” you sob, reaching out to hold into something. But there was nothing but him to hold you up. He had full security and control of your body.
“You are so fûcking tight for me,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little plaything for me to fuck and destroy. I’m going to fuck pussy every day. Going to fuck it dumb so all it can think about is me and how I make it feel.”
“Please,” you mumble, “please use me as your plaything. Please my lord, fuck me dumb,”
He chuckles darkly, “of course you want me to fuck you stupid, because you’re nothing but a desperate little slut. My slut to fuck.”
He continues ramming into you without mercy, he wraps his hand around your throat again squeezing.
“Repeat after me,” he demands. “Say you’re my slut to fuck.”
But all you can manage is garbled words as he cuts off your airway. Which is he wants so he can mock and torture you some more.
He lets go of your throat, slapping your face, “fûcking answer me bitch. You’re my slut to fuck.”
“Y-you’re my slut to fuck,” you repeat, drunk and out of your mind.
He cackles before choking you again, “wrong words, sweetheart. Try that again. You’re my slut to fuck.”
“I’m your slut to fuck!” You scream out.
“There you go, there’s a good slut, my slut,” he slows his pace slightly, torturing you with slow strokes going deeper and deeper. As if he’s searching for something, you immediately moan and he smirks, knowing he’s found it. “You take my cock so well. I can feel you clenching around me, so I know you’re close, sweetheart.”
All you can do is nod.
“Beg for me to let you cum,” he orders, choking you again.
“Please,” you plead once more. “Let me cum.”
With a smirk, he quickens his pace, before bringing his mouth to the corner of your neck. Fangs graze your skin, before sinking in. You scream out the delicious pain of his bite and his hard thrusts of pleasure send you into a crashing wave of pleasure. You feel him releasing into you, hot and heavy. Filling your hole with every inch of his cum.
With a flash he detaches his mouth. He picks up and throws you onto his throne, he positions you so you’re sitting facing him. He yanks at your legs pushing them up so they’re perched on the armrests and you’re stretched and exposed for him to see. He’s quickly sinking to his knees, pulling you forward so you’re sitting on the edge. He runs a finger along your swollen wet clit.
“What a delicious sight, all ready for me to eat.” Instantly, he’s on you. Lapping and sucking in your clit, devouring you like a starving man. “So fûcking delicious,” he growls, against your clit his rainbow irises fix on you, never letting up as he eats you out. You cry out and arch your back at the overwhelming pleasure for you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm.
“Douma,” you choke in between moans. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growls. “As a demon, I can never go to heaven, but fuck, you are my heaven. My little dirty Angel. You taste so fucking divine and your pretty little noises are my salvation. I am never letting you go and I will never stop devouring this pussy. I can’t get enough.”
And you get lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him feasting on you with such fervor, you can’t help but grind on his face. Wanting as much friction. Desperate for that release again. It’s when he inserts two fingers that you completely lose it, once again being overstimulated by his tongue and his fingers curling within you, stretching you out again- you don’t notice the doors to the throne room opening, footsteps sound, causing you both to freeze and look at the intruder.
“Who dares to interrupt my meal?” Douma demands in annoyance. But you push his face down to continue. Not wanting him to stop. His rainbow irises flicker with pride and obeys your command, he resumes his feast on your cunt.
You watch in amusement as the stranger continues to walk in. It was one of his followers. But there was so many of them, that you couldn’t remember his name but that didn’t matter.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the follower stammers, “but we have an emergency.”
“And what is this emergency?” You press, in a mocking manner. Grinding your hips shamelessly on Douma’s mouth. You could feel your high building with each thrust of his tongue and fingers.
“Prince Akaza is here,” the idiot keeps his gaze averted and looking on the ground.
“Tell him he can wait,” you speak. “We’re are a bit busy at the moment.”
“Who are you to give orders? Human?” The follower hisses. “Just because you’re warming the Prince’s bed doesn’t mean you can give orders.”
Douma stills and turns to glare at the man, “that is your Queen you’re disrespecting, if she tells you we are busy and that royal asshole can wait then I suggest you fucking listen and show some fucking respect!”
“But but-“
“Fuck off,” you snap, pissed that you’re orgasm was being delayed by some idiot.
“But-“
You pick up the dagger that’s sitting on the table next to the throne and hurl it at the follower. It imbeds itself in his throat causing him to choke and for blood to fill up. He claws at his throat in weak attempts to get it out but ends up ripping it out and falling to the floor in heap. Lifeless.
“Sorry he was getting on my nerves,” you look down at Douma who’s staring at you with intent, suddenly feeling shy at what you had done.
He grips your chin and pulls you into a kiss, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. You had every right to kill that fucker, he was disrespecting you. And interrupting our time together and you handled it perfectly.”
Your eyes widen, “really?”
“Yes. You’re fûcking sexy being all cold and demanding. Being ruthless and unforgiving. You’re everything I need as my Queen.”
“Then I’m not sorry for killing him.”
“How did it feel?” He questions softly, going to sink fingers in your cunt again, causing you to arch and writhe against his fingers.
“So fûcking good,” you moan.
He grins, “Atta girl!”
That’s all it takes for you to come undone around his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him from lapping up your cum from your cunt. Sucking all of your juices with a satisfying hum.
Suddenly, he’s manhandling you once more. Picking you up and sitting down with you on his lap, “go ahead and ride me, Sweetheart.”
You nod happily, as you hook your legs around his waist, straddling him. You take a hold of his still hard cock and line it up with your slit, teasing him lightly. Before sinking down onto him in one go. You sit for a moment, reveling in the way he stretches you out in this new position. You could feel every vein and inch of his skin against yours. You swirl your hips a little wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you out.
“God,” you moan in a shaky breath.
“That’s right, I am your god,” he cooes, tauntingly. “Now take your god’s cock and worship it with that deliciously tight cunt of yours. “
You smirk as you begin riding him, going jo and down his shaft, taking him in deeper with each bounce. You’re smirk falling into moan as you continue to fuck yourself on him. You lean forward connecting your lips with his, capturing them in a hungry, needy kiss. To encouraged with his own. Your tongues dance in violent battle both of you fighting for dominance but he immediately win. Smirking when you whine in defeat, but also loving how easily he took control of you. You wanted him to have full control. You wanted to give him all your love.
“You feel so amazing squeezing around my cock and you look stunning as you fall apart riding me, I love it,” he murmurs against your lips.
“I love it too,” you whine softly, your movements slowing down as you can feel yourself tiring and shaking around him, “I love you, Douma.”
He laughs and starts fucking up into you, gripping your hips tightly, to help brace you.
“Of course you do, I love you too.”
The doors the throne room open again but neither of you stop. Not wanting to be interrupted again.
“Don’t stop,” Douma growls, choking you again as he repeatedly slams into you from below. Let him watch how good I own this pussy.”
You moan and choke in response.
“Of course this is why you’re ignoring me,”’a deep annoyed voice calls out. This one more bold and cocky than the other intruder. “Ignoring your Princely duties to fuck a whore. How typical of you Douma.”
“That’s right she is my whore and not yours, Akaza,” Douma taunts, you, yourself can’t help but smirk. Glancing a smug grin over your shoulder at the other demon Prince. Something like disgust and slight arousal flickers in those yellow eyes of his.
“Well I can’t blame you,” Akaza says indifferently. But his eyes are dark with lust. “She’s fûcking stunning.”
“That’s because this whore, is My Queen, and she’ll be ruling by my side from now on.”
“I see,” Akaza murmurs. “Well I’ll come back to talk you again when you’re finished.”
“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Douma mocks. “You sure to be enjoying the show. She’ll probably happily take another cock. Isn’t that right, my little lamb?”
The purple haired demon prince is behind you in a flash, palming his hard tent through his pants. He was hot too, with pale skin and blue markings running down his face and exposed torso.
“Do you want me to?” He asks, taking your chin and forcing you to look af him as Douma lazily continues to pound into you below.
You nod, “yes. Yes please.”
He smirks, “well since you beg so nicely.”
You watch with half kids as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lifts his fingers to your mouth.
“Suck,” he orders.
You oblige, taking his fingers into your mouth sucking on them and coating them with your saliva. He shoves them in deep, causing you to choke and your eyes do water. He removes them only to pry your mouth open again and spits in your mouth. You immediately swallow. He grins darkly.
“Isn’t she a perfect little slut?” Douma cooes, bucking his hips into you a little more brutal this time. Causing you to scream, your voice hoarse.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Akaza growls, he begins stroking his cock with your saliva coating his hands. He reaches in between where your cunt and Douma’s cock meet. Gathering the cum that is forming around and using it to brush along your asshole, feeling it eagerly flutter at his touch. Then he slowly begins pushing a finger in.
“Oh fuck,” you both hiss together.
“You’re so fucking warm and tight, Princess,” Akaza growls, “I can’t wait to stretch this pretty pink hole out and make it bleed.”
You whimper at his lewd words only turning you on even more. Plus Douma was still fucking your pussy relentlessly. He enters another finger, and then a third your hole scissoring and stretching you out even more.
“You want that hmm?” Akaza smirks, “you want me to make this tight little hole bleed?”
“Yes, please,” you sob.
He laughs, “so pathetic”.
Douma brings you in for a kiss just as Akaza line his tip at your hole, before slamming into you at full force. You immediately fall apart as your stuffed completely. Douma in your pussy and Akaza in your ass. Both destroying your insides without any of mercy.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, “I’m so full-feels so fucking good.”
“Such a greedy little cock slut, begging to be stuffed with two cocks? What mine isn’t enough? You need his too?” Douma laughs cruelly, “what a fucking greedy little bitch.”
You whine in protests.
“That’s right, scream for us,” Akaza growls, “scream so everyone can hear what a little cock whore you are.”
Soon enough, the overwhelming pleasure of being filled with two cocks and two demons manhandling you with such brutality, the pleasure becomes too much and you’re coming around them.
“That’s right, make a mess,” Douma laughs. “Cum all over us.”
Soon Douma is shooting his own load into you, you both watch in satisfaction as it fills you up. After a few more grunts and thrusts. Akaza follows soon after, not wasting a single second emptying his seed into your asshole. When demons are satisfied with you being filled to the brim with their cum, they pull out. You immediately feel yourself clenching at sudden emptiness, wanting to be filled again but your body was too tired to go again. Even though you knew you’d let them fuck you unconscious if you could.
“Thanks for joining us, Akaza,” you murmur tiredly.
“Looks like I’ll have to visit you two more often,” Akaza grunts, as he tucks himself back in his pants.
“You’re welcome anytime,” Douma says.
Shortly, Akaza leaves, Douma presses a soft kiss on your forehead before scooping you up.
“You did so well for me, my little lamb, now let’s get you cleaned up.”
contains: fem reader, somnophillia (having sex while one party is asleep), pre-established consent, fantasizing, ass play, unprotected sex, so much dirty talk, cum eating, whiny!gojo
note: I wasted no time w/ plot, straight into the smut babyy
MDNI
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Your door creaked open, the light from the hallway leaking into your room and revealing your sleeping frame, snug underneath the covers of your bedsheets. Gojo tip-toed into the room, careful to not wake you before the fun even started.
Gojo had brought up to you earlier in the week he wanted to try fucking you when you were sleeping, but he didn't want to tell you when he was going to do it, instead the man gave you a vague timeframe-- 'sometime this week', he claimed it would 'make it more exciting'.
You gave your consent, resulting in the biggest grin spreading across his face. Promises fell from his lips that he would make you feel so fucking good while you dreamed about his cock inside you as he actually had his way with you in real life.
Your upper half was clad in one of Gojo's t-shirts, the cloth having scrunched up your body from your movement as you slept, revealing your midriff. Gojo crept through your room, palming his already hard cock through his pants as he made his way to the opposite side of your bed. With slow cautious movements, Gojo slipped under the covers and wrapped his arms around your body, his hands resting on your tummy, his fingers rubbing the soft skin soothingly.
Satoru bit his lip as he felt you up, his cock pressed snugly against your ass as he cuddled you, trying to get your sleeping body used to being touched before he actually fucked you. Gojo was so aroused by this situation. You trusting him enough to touch you while you were asleep made his cock so hard it threatened to rip through his pants. You looked so pretty, so vulnerable, all for him.
Gojo humped his hips into your ass slowly as he fondled your sleeping body. His hands slid under your shirt to grope your tits, his warm hans engulfing the fat of your chest as he massaged them in his large hands, his cock twitching at how soft they felt in his grasp.
"Fuck… you're so pretty baby…" Gojo whispered, kissing the back of your head before he placed his head in the crook of your neck, watching his hands move under your shirt, feeling up your chest. His eyes slid over to your face as he watched your eyebrows scrunch slightly when he pinched your nipples between his fingers, rolling the stiff buds.
"Does that feel good?" He whispered, biting his lip as he kept his eyes glued to your face, desperate for any other small reactions you had in your sleep. "You dreamin' about me right now?" He asked, knowing he would get no response. "Wonder what 'ur dreamin' about…" Gojo pondered, pressing his hips harder against you, his clothed cock fitting perfectly between your ass cheeks.
"Hmmmm," Gojo mumbled into the quiet room, the soft sounds of air breathing through the vent on your ceiling. "How should I take you?" He asked himself out loud, one of his hands retracting from your tits to slide down his body, grabbing the band of his pants.
Satoru slid his checkered pants and boxers off with one hand, his hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen, the precum already accumulated on his tip and smearing onto the skin of his pelvis. After his pants had been kicked off, discarded somewhere on the ground, Gojo grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it lightly against your panty-clad ass.
"I could fuck your tight asshole right now and you would never know, huh?" Gojo whispered, pulling the covers off of your body before he grabbed his cock once more and pressed his fat tip against your covered asshole, pressing against it. "Unless you woke up, heh." He laughed to himself, slowly thrusting his tip against your ass.
"Would you want that?" Gojo whispered, wrapping his arms around your body once more, his naked cock being pressed between your soft cheeks as he rolled your body so you were laying fully on your stomach, your legs closed together as your ass was presented nice and pretty for him. Gojo placed his hands on the bed next to your shoulders, his hips pressed snugly into your ass as he dry-humped his cock against you, his pre-cum being smeared against your skin.
"Would you be scared if you woke up to my cock inside your ass?" Gojo groaned, his cock twitching at the idea. You made a small noise in your sleep, your eyebrows scrunching together once more when he pressed his cock harder against you. "Yeah?" Gojo giggled at your perfectly timed reaction to his words.
"Don't worry baby, I won't do it… this time." He reassured you, even though you didn't hear a word he said. Gojo humped his hips hard against your ass, keeping his dick pressed against you for a moment before he pulled away and sat on the back of your thighs. "Gotta get you ready for me, pretty girl," Gojo said, his long fingers sliding your panties down slowly off of your body. The small cloth sticking to your cunt from how wet you were as he peeled them away.
A string of your slick connected to the cloth, a sight that Gojo's eyes did not miss. "Oh fuck, you already wet for me, princess?" He groaned under his breath, his cock twitching at the sight. It was at that moment that Gojo decided he needed to have a taste of you, just working you open on his fingers was not going to be enough.
Gojo shook his head as he slid threw his leg over your body, both of his legs resting on one side of you as he peeled your panties down the length of your legs, slipping your feet out of the holes. Your comforter got dragged off of you from Gojo's ministrations, leaving your body at his complete mercy.
Gojo grabbed your shins and peeled your legs open from the end of the bed, his hands sliding up and up and up your legs as he made room for himself, your legs spread just enough for him to lay down between them as you laid on your stomach, your cunt and cute puckered hole exposed for his all-seeing eyes to feast upon.
"Your pussy is so fucking cute, baby." Gojo praised, shaking his head in disbelief as he spread your ass apart, your pussy lips spreading in tandem. "You can feel all of this huh? 'S that why you're so wet? Am I touching you in your dreams right now?" Gojo teased, his words only egging himself on.
Gojo placed both of his massive hands on your ass, massaging the fat in his hands, his watchful eyes taking in the way your pussy squished together as he groped you. He leaned his face close to your cunt, inhaling deeply as he took in your scent, his cock squished between his tummy and the sheets twitching when the sweet scent of your cunt reached his nose.
His eyes rolled back in his head as he groped and sniffed you like some pervert. He wanted to take this time when you were asleep to do things you would otherwise be too embarrassed to let him do while you were awake. "Let's see if this wakes you up," Gojo mumbled before he leaned in fully, suffocating himself between your ass, his tongue poking out between his lips to taste your cunt, the appendage running up your folds.
He heard you whimper when his tongue brushed your clit, the small sound spurring him on, making his cock twitch against your sheets. Gojo shut his eyes as he pressed his face harder against you, his tongue wasting no time in hastily licking all around your pussy. His hands spread apart your ass, the pad of one of his thumbs dangerously close to your puckered hole.
Gojo moaned into your folds, your legs twitching at the sensitive feeling when the vibrations sent shockwaves into your clit. Gojo pulled away, his greedy eyes taking in how wet and sloppy your cunt looked from just a few seconds with his tongue. "God, you taste so fucking good." He groaned before he dove back in, his face burring deeper against you, suffocating himself so he could take your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as he sucked it between his lips.
He felt the little thing throb in his mouth as he beat his tongue against it, making him giggle. The pad of his thumb got more bold as he went on, the digit pressing against it slightly, rubbing teasing circles against it, not daring to push any further. Gojo rut his hips into the bed, unable to hold back his arousal from how much this situation was turning him on.
He shook his head against your folds before he pulled back with a gasp, his jaw dropped open as he heaved air into his lungs. "How are you staying asleep, huh? Thought my tongue would wake you up for sure." Gojo whispered, astonished. While he caught his breath, getting ready to dive back into your cunt, a small bottle on your bedside table caught his attention. The bottle being illuminated perfectly by the light seeping in from the hallway like a spotlight.
The little white label on the bottle read 'sleeping pills'. Gojo licked his lips, groaning into the air when he realized why you were sleeping so well. "You're so fucking naughty. You really wanted me to have my way with you while you're asleep huhhh~?" Gojo cooed, feeling his cock leak pre-cum into your sheets at the revelation. "Didn't even try 'n hide it." He giggled.
"Alright, I'll give you what you want," Gojo mumbled before he leaned back in, his tongue immediately poking at the entrance of your cunt. His tongue slipped in with ease, your walls squeezing around his tongue as he worked you open, thrusting his tongue in and out of your tight hole. "Mmmm-" Gojo moaned, one of his hands leaving your ass to slide under his body to wrap around his cock, his hips thrusting into the tight hole he made with his fist, his eyes rolling back as he fucked his hand while he drank up your juices.
As much as Gojo was enjoying eating your pussy like this, he didn't know how much longer he could go without being inside you. His fist usually did the job of tidying him over while he stretched you out for his cock, but it just wasn't doing it for him right now, he needed to be inside you before he lost his mind.
Gojo continued to stretch you out on his tongue, his hand jerking over his length, smearing his pre-cum over his cock as it leaked continuously from his tip, making a mess of your sheets. He opened his mouth against your pussy, sticking his tongue into your cunt as far as it could go and shaking his head against you one last time before he pulled away and sat up immediately.
"I can't take this shit anymore." Gojo groaned, his cock throbbing in the air as he used his large hands to press your thighs together, his hips straddled the backs of your thighs, right under your ass as he got ready to give you his cock. "I know you want it just as bad as I do, isn't that right?" He cooed. Gojo grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his leaky tip on your ass before he pressed his cock between your legs, his cock being hugged by your thighs and pussy from the position he had you in.
"Fuckkkk…" He grits through his teeth, rubbing his tip along your pussy before he caught his tip in your entrance. "Take my cock baby." Gojo groaned as he began feeding his cock into your tight walls. He groaned at how greedily your pussy sucked up his cock, your walls hugging around him each time he pulled out like you didn't want him to leave as he got you used to his cock.
"You want me bad huh?" He whined, taking pleasure in the feeling of your thighs squeezing together, your body trying to bring you relief even in your sleep. Gojo leaned over your body, his arms perched on either side of your body as he fucked the entirety of his cock into you, keeping his hips flush against yours as he relished in the feeling of your walls pulsing around him.
"Fuck baby, 'ur killin' me." Gojo let out a lengthy groan, tipping his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids fluttering around them, his body struggling to deal with the intense pleasure. You always felt so fucking tight in this position, it drove him crazy. "Thank god you're asleep… I'm not going to last very long. 'Pussy is squeezing me like crazy, fuck-." Gojo moaned to himself as he pulled his cock out a couple of inches before thrusting it back into you.
You gasped in your sleep, your cunt clenching around his cock as he repeatedly drilled right into your sweet spot. "Ngh-! Loosen up baby, c'mon…" Gojo whined, biting his bottom lip between his teeth, his thrusts pausing as he fought to not fill your cunt with his cum so soon. It would be a shame to end this so quickly.
You didn't listen, of course, your cunt continuing to squeeze and pulse around him, even when he kept his hips still against you. "Fuck… just what are you dreaming about?" Gojo giggled through a groan as he pulled his hips back, humping them against your ass, the fat rippling from his ministrations.
"Better be dreaming about me," Gojo said through his teeth posessively. Gojo dropped his eyes down to look at where the two of you were connected as he picked up the pace of his hips, the squelching from your pussy reaching his ears and making his face heat up, a deep blush spreading across his face.
Gojo felt his balls tighten with his release the longer he watched his cock fuck in and out of you, a white ring of your cum forming around the base of his cock each time he thrust inside you. Gojo was fighting to keep his whimpers and whines at bay. Barely five minutes inside your cunt as he was a pussydrunk mess, his jaw slack as moan after moan fell from his lips.
"Fuck- fuck- fuck- ohhhh my god-" He groaned, inhaling sharply through his teeth. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum- I'm gonna cum-" He moaned, his fingers digging into the sheets by the sides of your body, his breath picking up, his breathing raising in pitch. He sounded so pathetic and fucked out as your pussy absolutely milked his cock.
He tried not to be too rough, he knew those sleeping pills did a lot, but if he really manhandled you and abused your cunt like he wanted to as he got closer to his orgasm, he knew you would wake up. "Fuck I'm gonna cum inside you- take it for me, take- fuck-" Gojo's words got cut off as his hips stilled against you, his orgasm hitting him like a train.
His arms shook with the pressure of keeping his torso up, trying not to let his body fall and crush you completely. Gojo groaned as he rolled his hips against yours, releasing rope after rope of his hot cum deep inside your pussy. "Nghhhh~ Oh shit, are you c-cumming right now?" Gojo whimpered, watching your pussy pulse around him, the feeling alarmingly similar to the way it did when you came.
Your legs were also shaking, your thighs pressing together slightly as your own orgasm washed over you. "Oh yeah baby cum, cum for me." Gojo praised, watching with a slack jaw as your body shook, small whimpers and whines falling from your lips, your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure.
When you loosened up around him, Gojo slowly pulled his cock out of you, the cum he just fucked into you chasing his cock, some of the white liquid dripping out of your pussy. Gojo tsked, his long fingers coming down to scoop up his seed as he thrust his fingers into you, stuffing his cum back inside of you. "Keep it all in. Want you to know exactly what happened when you wake up in the morning." Gojo said to your sleeping body.
Your breathing had gone back to normal, the only thing noticeably different about you being the blush that was dusted across your cheeks from cumming so hard. Gojo pulled his fingers out, holding them in front of him as he turned them around, watching in awe at how they shone under the light from your combined cum coating them.
Gojo took one more look at your face, making sure you really were asleep before he sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of himself combined with your cum as his greedy tongue licked his fingers clean, swallowing up the slightly bitter liquid.
Gojo's cock twitched with interest at the taste, a part of his brain telling him to finger you again so he could taste more of himself. The majority of his brain, however, was begging him to go to sleep. It was the middle of the night, after all, he had waited quite some time to make sure you were fully asleep before he came to fuck you.
With a sigh, Gojo reached over to the side of the bed where he had placed your panties. He leaned down and thread your feet through the holes as he dragged the material up your legs, over your hips, and back into place snuggly against your cunt like nothing had happened.
Gojo pat his hand over your sensitive cunt, "Keep my cum deep inside you like a good girl~" He teased, smirking before he leaned down to grab the comforter, sliding underneath it with you as he laid it snugly over your body, manipulating you so you were laying on your side, Gojo's body wrapping around yours like a koala.
"I love you, pretty girl. Thank you for trusting me." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head before he buried his head in the back of your neck, squeezing your body as his brain quickly fell asleep, the two of you staying pressed snugly against one another until the next morning when you awoke to Satoru's little present that he left inside of you.
✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader
✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic?
✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n.
✧ wc: 5.3K
It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.
But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.
It was him.
You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.
“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?
He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.
“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”
Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.
He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”
And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.
Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.
And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”
And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.
Fuck.
“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”
You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”
“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.
And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.
It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”
He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”
And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.
“I would,”
And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.
Fuck.
“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.
But how can you be quiet?
The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.
And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”
And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.
He’s huge.
The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.
“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”
“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”
“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”
Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”
And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.
He was too much.
“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”
“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”
“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”
“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”
And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.
He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.
That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.
“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”
“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.
He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.
And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”
“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.
And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.
You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.
“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.
How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”
“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”
And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.
“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”
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The two of you had fallen into a pattern.
And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…
You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.
“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.
“What are you—”
“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”
“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.
“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”
“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“
“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”
“Mahito—“
“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”
Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”
You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”
His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.
“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?
Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”
“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”
“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.
This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.
“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.
“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.
“I will,”
“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.
“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”
“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.
“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”
And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”
“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.
No time like the present, right?
“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”
And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”
“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”
“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”
“Have another lesson?”
And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.
He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.
And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.
Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.
And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”
“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”
“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.
One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.
“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.
“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.
His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.
You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.
And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.
Your mouth runs dry.
Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.
Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.
“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.
And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.
His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.
His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.
He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”
And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.
Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.
He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.
“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.
“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”
And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.
“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”
“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.
“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.
Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”
“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.
The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.
“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.
“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.
God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.
~~~
The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.
“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.
“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”
You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”
You were picking up your boyfriend.
He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”
note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!
⤷ mom’s bf!toji who can’t keep his eyes of you and your little slutty behavior at the small pool party you threw at your house.
tw: age gap (20s ; 40s) , toji is dating your mom (step cest??), corruption kink, daddy kink, starts as hcs, dun con, size kink, jealousy, filming (slightly), doggy, riding, squirting, breeding kink, spanking, slight dacryphilia, slapping, not proofread (wrote this at work lol), MDNI
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who grunts in annoyance when you beg your mom to let you throw a party in your house to celebrate your twenty first birthday. as much as he tries to look away, he can’t stop gazing at your pretty perky tits that are bouncing as you jump around following your mother.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who listens to the people you want to invite to your pool, his jaw clenching each time to mention a boy. especially when you mention gojo a light blush dusting your cheeks.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who is lowkey pissed that your mother finally agreed to your pleas, having to watch you dance around half naked in front of other men. he’s even angrier when he’s left all alone to supervise you since your mom will be away for a few days.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who balls his fist and glares at you when you start taking sexy picture in your small pink bikini, your ass and tits almost out as you pose sultry for the camera. he is pissed that you are taking more pleasure seeking the dumb young boys’ attention around you than focusing on having his. although you did.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who watches you closely as you dance against the white haired man, his hand dipping in your flesh as he sheepishly whispers in your ear. you catch him staring, a weird feeling rushing through your core as his eyes gaze at you, the goosebumps on your skin rising.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who makes up an excuse about how some chemicals got in the pool so all your invitees would leave. “i’m so sorry,” you repeated as they left, an understanding grin on their face. as gojo went to kiss you goodbye, toji stood next to you, pulling you closer to him. the young man took the hint as he stayed away, waving at you before leaving.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who silently watches you pick which picture looks better to post it on your feed. “you’re not clothed enough.” was his response when you went to him to have his opinion.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who wants to teach you a lesson about being a good girl instead of spreading half naked pictures of yourself for the world to see. he should only be the one to see them.
“daddy…” you whined as his hips rutted against your ass, his grip on your hip hardening at the nickname. toji threw his head back, watching you bury your flushed face between your plushies as he fucked you on your pink sheets. “daddy’s so mad at you for acting like a dirty brat, fhuck,” he grunted, pushing at your lower back to deepen your arch, your tiny cunt feeling tighter. “you’re gonna suffocate me, shit,”
toji was gripping your hands behind your back, pulling you up to play with your pretty nipples, occasionally pinching them to hear you yelp in pain, then bring you down again to keep thrusting hard. “‘m gonna ruin you for any other guy, especially that gojo,” hearing his words make you clench on him harder, the doubt and shame you had about fucking your mother’s boyfriend now gone. “you’re squeezing me baby, is it because i mentioned his name?” he harshly barks, spanking your plump ass. you whined and yelped, your lashes glossy as you try to push him away by wiggling your hips.
“nuh uh, no running from me,” he chuckled, his scar turning up with his lip as he grabbed your hair to pull your head up, your moans and tears turning him on even more. “i clenched because o-of you daddy,” you whimpered, your submissive self delighting him, his hips moving at a slower yet deeper pace. toji smirked before pulling out, a small whine leaving your lips as you were left to throb around nothing, you tiny hole clenching. it was adorably filthy. he was ruining you and he loved it. you heard him grab something before you saw a flash, realizing he was recording. “since you love looking like a whore,” he muttered, rubbing your ass before spanking it. “might as well get it on film.” he laughed, pulling you back on his swollen tip, his girth stretching you all at once.
“n-no, wait!!” you tried to stop him, but he didn’t listen. he pounded into faster, your body acting the opposite of your words as you found yourself throwing yourself back on him to meet him half thrust. “such a dirty brat,” he squeezed your ass, his hand going around your waist to rub your clit. “so good,” you lulled out your tongue, eyes half lidded. he pulled his sticky hair back before bringing your body up. his thumb pressed against your tongue, opening your mouth even more before taunting you: “who else can make you stick out your tongue like a filthy slut huh? who?” he bit your neck, your whines accentuating as he stimulated your clit, your orgasm close.
“just you, no one else b-but you daddy, i wanna cum,” you cried, your head heavy as you threw it back on his shoulder. you went limp. his hips pounded you faster before throwing you back on the bed, your legs spread out as you gushed on your bed, squirting and making a mess on your pink sheets, your pretty pussy quivering.
“cum for daddy that’s it, make a mess baby,” he stroked his cock as he watched you go dumb, slapping your pussy a few times just to watch you shake. he ended the recording, smiling at the video before throwing his phone away.
“we’re not done yet sweetheart, up.” you whined as he handled you, turning you around to kiss you lips, his tongue parting your lips to deepen the kiss. he sat on the bed next to you, pulling you to his hard cock, slamming you on top of him. you whimpered against his lips as he fucked up into you, his hands digging into your hips, hoping his fingerprints would replace gojo’s. “he’ll never be able to fuck you like this. hear me?” he slightly slapped your cheek then grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, your face fucked out. he was fucking dumb and you were becoming incoherent. the only thing that was coming out of your mouth were the whines and moans as he sucked on your tits the while he slammed your small pussy.
you were so small compared to him, so easy to hold, to fuck and to manipulate. you were so easy to corrupt and he was enjoying every second of it. “daddy, ‘s big, so big,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. toji held on your hands to guide it to your lower stomach, making your feel his depth. “daddy’s here baby,” the overstimulation made you moan, you legs bucking uncontrollably as your second orgasm hit you.
“know what, fucking hell, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight, my cock’s gonna stretch you so good,”
“gonna breed you, so no one else can touch you, huh? what’d you say,” he chuckled as he slammed a few more times inside you, emptying his heavy load inside you. your insides felt warm and good as his cum filled you up, your head too heavy to even react to what was going on.
you woke up the next day on new sheets and naked on your bed. you grabbed your phone to find an airdrop message. you gasped when you saw the video that toji took from you last night, your thighs squeezing as you recalled how his fat cock felt inside you. shamelessly, you airdropped him back a well taken picture of you spread out on your bed, biting your nails and pussy puffy. it didn’t take him a lot to come rushing through your bedroom door to ruin you again.
omg could you plz do angtsy smut mma! toji x jealous reader where toji gets a lot of attention from female fans?!
✵ ALL MINE ✵
✵ mma!toji x reader ✵
✵ tags — riding, spitting, praising, oral(m!receiving), overstimulation (f + m), unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia, dumbification, oral fixation, jealous reader, slight mean toji, biting, pussy slapping, fingering, age gap (20s, mid 30s), pet names,
you couldn’t help it. youre not the jealous type, honestly. but…just watching them. god your blood was boiling. your arms crossed, nails digging into your bicep. your tongue running across your teeth.
“let’s meet him in the car so we’re not bombarded,” gojo ushers you, taking your hand as he leads you through the back along with geto as you guys wait for toji to exit the stadium after doing the weigh ins with his opponent for tomorrow.
fans and paparazzi waited outside as they snapped pictures of the three of you leaving. you covered your face with a hand, baseball cap pulled down quickly getting inside the car. you watched with a slight glare, eyes fixated on the door waiting for him to come out.
and he most certainly did.
followed by the entire female species latching onto him. the way they felt his biceps, hands running across his back as he passed by. the way they pressed their lips to his cheek as they asked for pictures. the way they pulled their shirts for autographs on their tits. the way some would beg to hold his hand.
toji seemed oblivious. he used to hate this stuff but after you made the shitty mistake of telling him to be nicer to his fans, he’s somewhat zoned out of it now. he took pictures with people, signed anything in front of him, let people jump around him. the man was a wearing a hoodie and sweats low on his hips as his security and coach held his things, allowing him to sign autographs.
“doesn’t need to take a picture with every fucking person,” you mumbled under your breath. gojo and geto look at one another. they felt some weird tension surrounding you after toji undressed for the weigh in and the entire room of journalists seemed to cheer. Unprofessional.
this has been something you’ve been building up inside you. but it got to an ultimate max when one journalist “tripped” and pressed her entire body against the fighter after he the weigh ins. toji wasn’t even fully dressers yet but helped her get steady, her tits almost falling out of her top as her leg was thrown in front of toji’s crotch.
your jaw snapped.
“okay toji,” his coach asked security to make way as toji pulled his hood up, exhausted.
“babygirl,” toji greeted you as he entered the car, his arms coming around you as he buried his face in your neck. a long sigh escaping his body as he relaxed in your warmth, your scent flooding his senses as his eyes fluttered shut. you wore matching hoodies, which you would’ve thought was cute, but….
you felt guilty keeping your arms crossed and looking out the window. but fuck it, you were pissed. “babygirl?”
“can we go now?” you said to his coach, who immediately had the driver start the car.
“ sweetheart? you alright?” your nails dug further into your arms as you sucked in a breath.
“fine, just tired,” you snapped, the attitude was leaking, and toji was definitely not in the mood.
“gonna tell me about it or you just gonna stare out the window till it breaks?” toji knew you could be a brat, but certain things ticked him off and it’s when you’d let things boil up and not address them with him.
you ignored him, feeling him pull away from you as he crossed his arms, now ticked off as well. you kept your legs crossed, body toward the door, away from your boyfriend.
you said your quick goodnight to the driver and toji’s team before walking inside the building. there were a few fans that were near as they immediately flocked to the fighter. you huffed.
“really sweetheart?” toji watched you enter the elevator without him. “fucking brat,” he mumbled pushing past the fans that were pissing him off.
you were taking off your makeup in the bathroom as you heard the front door slam shut. you locked the bathroom door the moment he entered the bedroom, turning on the shower.
“not gonna talk?” he jiggled the handle before giving up.
you took your time in the bathroom, washing your hair, moisturizing, skin care, the whole routine. finally stepping into the bedroom after more than an hour. toji looked up from his phone, sitting on the edge of the black bedsheets. his eyes following you as you walked across the black wooden floors in the bedroom to the closet.
“sum smart ass now… look at me,” toji saw you pause. your fist clenched your towel, you knew he hated the silent treatment. he waited as your eyes slowly trailed over to him in a deep glare. “good to know your ears still work.” your fist clenched, brows pulling together in anger.
“don’t look at me like that,” his voice was deep. you’d really ticked him off. deserved. after this seasons matches, the fans that had you pushed to the side, you were pissed. how could he not see it?
“pretty girls shouldn’t make such dirty faces,” toji pulled his hoodie off, a slight groan coming out. your body hesitated, wanting to help him but you stayed put.
“still fuckin glaring,” toji stretched his neck, eyes glued to yours. It felt like a staring contest, his eyes slowly trying to break your composure. however when it came to you , he’s learned to be a very patient man. his little girl didn’t realize how many fits she threw because he’s always catering to her little needs. but in moments like these, it was going to be easy.
your blood was starting to boil. fuck him, letting all those women rub against him. I bet he gets off on it! asshole can’t learn to set boundaries!
“keep glaring that hard, you’ll make me cry,” toji taunted. “wanna make me cry?”
“yes,” you snap back. toji holds in his smirk, there she is. his little brat.
“now that’s not very nice,” he pouted, “gonna win my baby a match tomorrow, that not enough—
“no,” your jaw was locked, your hair dripping as you held the towel close to your chest.
“long day sweetheart, come closer,” toji reached a hand out, his eyes were heavy, but god he needed you to calm down. you huffed, teeth grinding as your eyes trailed over his heavy thighs spread open as he sat on the bed. you could notice the subtle bulge that rested on his upper thigh under the grey sweats. his arm flexing as he rubbed a hand over his eyes. his hand dropping to l his leg, eye lids heavy as he looked up at you waiting….hand still outstretched.
you reluctantly dragged your feet closer. standing a couple feet away now, arms still crossed. toji sighed.
“come… here,” his voice dropped even lower sending chills down your spine. slapping your hand into the one stretched out, immediately locking his palm in your small one pulling you between his open legs. you tried to hold in the squeak, hand holding your towel closer, eyes averting as his big hands held you, the warm touch pretty high up your thigh, just barely touching your cheeks. his finger tickled the curve under your ass, involuntarily making your cheeks flush.
“you like having them all over you and coming home and having me too?” you finally burst. Toji’s brows furrowed as he looked up.
“wha—“
“you let them touch you and kiss you and fucking run their hands all over you!” you were pissed, so beyond done. “practically fucking you in front of your face and you just take it—“
“who’s do—“
“you’re fucking fans,” you try to step back however he doesn’t give you chance to escape, his huge arm already pulling your waist and throwing you easily onto the bed, you barely had time to react as you quickly held your towel from falling, tits ready to spill out.
“my fans, this whole thing was about my fans?” you saw the spark in his eyes. he was pissed. of all the things to be pissed about, it had to be something he couldn’t give a single fuck about it.
“yes” you tsk, trying to push him off you only for him to cage your arms over your head with one swift move, the other grabbing your chin tilting your face up to him.
“shitty brat,” toji spat, crashing his lips onto yours. a wave of heat rushed between your legs as you whimpered, body wiggling in his death grip. you felt his tongue push your lips apart immediately causing your body to writhe. he always has the upper hand. but, you couldn’t stop the moans slipping past your lips. his teeth dug into your bottom lip as you cried out.
“slutty little girl….who was it that told me to play nice? To take pictures with everyone? To not start fights when people touch me?” toji noticed your eyes avert. “look. at. me.” he grabbed your chin again, your brows pinched together.
your eyes meeting his dark ones, tears prickling in anger. but he was also angry. you hated getting mad, you hate being dramatic, but fuck you were so angry. why are his fans always touching him! he’s yours!
“gonna cry now?” he taunted, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to avoid his eyes again, your chest rising as you felt your throat start to clog up. “was I being too mean? yelling at my sweetie?” his words only had you biting your cheek. fuck this!
“tojii,” your tears finally slipped as you hiccuped, whining in his hold as he kept your arms caged up. “let me goo,” you were wriggling too much, as your cheeks flushed with arousal and anger. the tears slipping down as he cooed, watching the towel fall allowing a pretty view of your tits shaking with every sob you let out. your pretty little nipples all perked up for him to see.
“awww shhh don’t cry, princess,” he caressed your cheek as you buried your face into his palm sniffling. toji hummed, she’s so cute, my little baby. his kisses littered your neck as he licked your ear making you squirm. “if you had a problem with it, I told you to use your fucking words, kid,” your pussy fluttered. “aren’t you a big girl? forgot how to speak?” toji pulled your bottom lip down, letting your jaw fall slack. “gonna learn your fucking lesson?” his tongue slipped inside you without warning.
you bucked, only for toji to slap your thigh, pushing your legs open letting the towel unwrap and expose the rest of your freshly showered body. your face was flushed as your lips hung open allowing toji access.
“to—“
“what?” he snapped, glaring up at you as you cowered in his gaze. your lips trembled, you were pooling the moment he opened your legs, pussy lips already dripping with slick. “were you acting like a brat on purpose? wanted me to put you in your place?” toji said, teasing a finger through your wet folds.
“no!” you quickly go to defend yourself only for toji to slap your pussy electing a loud cry. “it’s not fair!”
“what’s not fair?” he lathered his fingers in your leaking juices before shoving two fingers in, fucking your wet pussy. “who couldn’t use their words again?” he leaned down swallowing your cries with his lips. “now…I’m gonna give you a fucking reason to cry.”
you don’t know how long it’s been since he’s tossed the rest of his clothes. he was now slamming into you from behind. his grip left bruises on your hips and thighs as his fat crown head jammed at your crevix. “fuck…me,” toji was grunting over your shoulder. he lost all composure. absolutely wrecking your little hole. the sheets soaked in your tears as you drooled and screamed, wrist still bound. his little baby was jealous? ironic considering the entire time he was trying to hide you from his opponent that was eyeing you during the weigh in.
“fhuck, sucking me in so deep! Huhhh!” toji ran his palm down your spine as he gave your ass a nice spank, your body was shaking as you came again. back arched so pretty for him.
“too much, ah ah ca aant,” you were trying to escape his relentless thrusts, but he was not letting you go that easily. he wasted no time pulling out, his pretty cock all wet and drippy as he flipped you on your back. his cock almost bursting at the expression on your wrecked face.
drool smeared on your flushed cheeks, fat sparkles of tears decorating your lashes as your lips trembled with each pant. your beautiful tits rising and falling as you begged him to slow down. noticing his deep bite marks from earlier when he’d fingered you, but what made you cum was when he teeth dugged into your skin.
“fuck, beautiful,” toji groaned feeling his dick twitch uncontrollably, why do you always make him feel this way. “can’t hold myself,” he groaned, pumping his cock some more as he kept your wrists bound, before sliding back into your warmth. your eyes bursting at the overstimulation, back arching incredibly, jaw dropping.
toji hummed, pulling out to slap his twitching fat tip against your clit, making your legs shake as a cry came out. your body convulsing as his grip still held your wrists, keeping your hands off him.
“ ‘s too much… oji, no more,” you sniffled as toji hummed, hickies littered your neck as he kissed your trembled lips.
“what do you want? really want me to stop? end it here?” he kept rubbing his cock through your folds, sending shocks through your body as you tried to lean up, pressing your chest against his. your vision was blurred with tears, mind fuzzy from the bliss of coming so many times. you felt like you were floating in a cloud of pleasure and ecstasy. “still with me baby?”
toji dipped down kissing your flushed cheek, licking your tears. “made you cry so much, hahh princess…can ya still go sum more for me?”
“lemme touch you,” you wiggled your bruised wrists. “wanna hold you, toji, please please, toji!” the tears ran down your cheeks only causing the fighter to shush you gently, if he saw your beautiful face release more tears he’d probably cum right there.
“there there baby, don’t cry,” his lips kissed your tears, as you sniffled, calming down just a bit as you whimpered. “but I can’t let go…not until you’ve learned your lesson—“
“I learned—I did!” you burst, toji hums looking down at you.
“did ya now?” he raised a brow, you were nodding frantically. it was so cute watching your body wriggle in his grip. your pretty tits bouncing back and forth with every moment, your pussy dripping as your lips parted with gentle pants.
“yes,” toji finally allows your hands freedom, immediately letting your arms wrap around his shoulders. needy little baby. always wrapped around him like a koala, toji blushed burying his face in your neck. god he loved you so fucking much.
“gonna take it all like a big girl, ‘kay?” Toji’s arms wrapped under your knees lifting you up on his lap, a yelp escaping as he slammed you down on his dick.
“toji!” you screamed, nails running down his back as he started with a ruthless pace, his nails digging into your ass as he bounced you on his dick, his lips latching onto your skin as you moaned and screamed.
toji had no control, watching you completely fall apart sent a thrill through his body. he kept a close watch over your words making sure he could hear you if you needed to say the safe word, but luckily you were really taking it all. your nails broke skin on his back as you came over and over.
“squeezing everything outta me, sweetie,” toji choked, his thighs trembling as his lips latched onto your tits. he nibbled and tugged on your stimulated nipples causing your face to flush and body to shake uncontrollably, nails pulling his hair as he looked up at you. eyes heavy with lust and cheeks flushed as he slobbered all over your tits. you drive him crazy, and he’ll never have enough of you.
“ahh ‘s good, feel so good,” you babble, trying to keep your eyes on your big fighter boyfriend, but god, he was going too fast and deep. the rough slaps of his thighs fucking up into your ass filled the large bedroom with lewd sounds. your pussy squelching, the white rim around his fat base was dripping down his balls onto the mattress. his lips sucked your tits like their was no tomorrow.
“holy fuck, fuck baby!…got me fucking you so good, uhh shit doin—doin so well babygirl!” toji was a moaning mess, he forgot how many rounds you guys were going at. your mind was completely empty. drool slipping as your body shook.
“cum, oji,” you panted in his ear, face buried as your lips latched onto his neck.
“shit, gonna give ya everything,” toji’s abs clenched, balls tightening as his nails dug into your ass, slamming you down to meet his thrusts.
“want it inside me, toji!” you cried out, sending a loud moan coursing through the fighters body as his heavy thick cum exploded inside you.
“fuuuuckkkkk,” toji fucked you through his high, he always had so much cum, and fuck you felt soo completely full. your body trembled as you hugged his shoulders tightly. “fuck me,” toji panted rocking his hips up, thighs shaking as his arms flexed from the after shocks.
“babygirl,” toji slipped his arms from under your knees to wrap around your waist, his hand rubbing the back of your neck smoothingly. “can my girl look at me?” he asked so gently, breath tickling your ear. you felt like putty, but you managed to pick up your head letting his hand come up to cup your warm cheek.
“there she is,” he smiled, kissing your puffy lips as you gave a faint smile, eyes lidded with exhaustion and bliss. “was i too rough?” he checked, thumb wiping at the stained tears.
“no, always feels good,” you answer softly, making the fighter smile even bigger. god his baby was adorable, so submissive after her little pussy cums all her worth.
“ya?” he holds your pretty face, allowing you to nuzzle in his palms, smiling widely. “a sweetheart aren’t you?” god you get so oblivious after sex.
you nod frantically, blushing at his praises.
“my sweetheart?” he teasingly quirks a brow, making you smile.
“yes!” you reply enthusiastically.
“ya!” he kisses your lips repeatedly. “still jealous?” he watches your eyes avert. there’s a slight pause, toji’s eyes remain on you befote he hears you faintly mumble.
“you’re mine,” you mumble, whining when he turns your face to look at him.
“eyes on me….say it again,” he demands, you look him dead in the eye.
“you’re. mine. only mine.” toji couldn’t help the slight aftershock in his thighs at your possessiveness.
“fine by me,” he hums making you flush, your hands hold his wrists that still cup your cheeks. he knew that look all too well, your bright eyes shining. “only cuz you did so well for me.” he smiles as you stick your tongue out, pussy involuntarily squeezing his soft cock as he lets a glob of saliva run into your mouth.
“shit,” toji was too overstimulated, gently picking you up, letting his cock slip out. his eyes run dark at the amount of cum leaking out of your puckering hole. he really did cum a lot inside his pretty girls slutty cunt.
“wait—baby—“ toji should’ve laid you down, instead your lips latched on to his chest. kissing and sucking his large man titties. as you continued to head south. “gonna be too much for me—fuck!” toji gasped uncharacteristically, his eyes rolling back as you swallowed almost his entire cock.
your cute wet lips suckled on his pretty mushroom tip, drooling and pressing it to your cheek as he held your shoulder. if he really wanted to he could yank you off easily. yet that look, fuck always forgetting the absolute euphoria that rushes over you as you play with his pretty big dick.
“babygirl, ughh fuckk ‘s too much!” with a sudden shake he’s spraying into your mouth, your tongue swipes over his bright red tip from the overstimulation as more cum shoots into your mouth. “shit baby,” toji is groaning loudly as he finally shakingly calms down. you continue kissing his pretty softening cock, until toji is pulling you up and caging his arms around your waist, body twitching just a bit. as he curls into your warmth.
“gonna fucking kill me, sweetheart,” he groans into your shoulder, calming down. “still needa be able to fight tomorrow.”
the audience is going absolutely crazy as toji makes his way into the ring. his name is being chanted over and over. the stadium was almost too loud, that was until toji dropped his robe.
his entire back and chest was littered with marks, the various bite marks, hickies, nail scratches, had the host gasping. toji bounced on the balls of his feet, warming up his body without a care in the world as the audience erupted even louder. whistles and applause was through the roof. minus some of his few fan base that were clenching their jaws in absolute anger.
you however, stood in the front row, light blush dusting your cheeks as toji cracked his neck, eyes already finding yours to give you his goodluck kiss to his hand before rubbing it on his heart. your eyes igniting as you reciprocated the gesture he always did to you. you blush as you saw your handiwork from last night. all mine.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vibrator, fingering you in the car, cock sucking, public/caught (kind of), light begging, jerking off, small hints of handjob, light dacryphilia, overstimulation, satoru records you sucking suguru’s dick, praise & degradation, calling toji daddy, hints of embarrassment/humiliation
You’re leaning over, with your ass partly in the air. Your legs angled to dangle off the back car seat, with your panties around your ankles. Bobbing your head, gliding Suguru’s thick, veiny cock along your tongue. Keeping your throat relaxed, taking him deep with every other bob.
Slick sounds come from the front passenger seat. Satoru glides his thick fist down his long, veiny cock. Holding his phone up, angling it to record the sloppy, eager head you’re giving Suguru.
He pans over to your drenched, stuffed cunt. “Her beautiful cunt is so damn loud. Both lips look so pretty.” Satoru's breathy groans mixed with Suguru’s rough groans, getting you off. Shifting his phone's front camera back to your face.
Toji grumbles, “One of you fuckers is driving on the way back and I get to ride with our horny pretty mama. Her beautiful body in that damn dress is making my cock fuckin' ache." You gag around Suguru, and fresh tears roll down your cheeks.
Spit covers your chin. Fondling his balls, too big for your hand, hanging off the sides of your palm. You groan around his cock when Suguru strokes your sweet spot, Your cunt clenching his thick fingers filling up, stretching out your soaking wet, tight cunt.
You couldn’t enough of the three of them. Their brawny arms, chiseled abs, thick thighs, large cocks, and heavy balls full of cum. You've been hornier than ever.
Satoru lets out a loud groan, this cock throbs, thick cum spilling onto his fingers. "Nnng fuck!" Giving his sensitive cock a few more strokes until it's too much. Lifting his hand up, staring at his creamy white cum.
"Sweetheart should lick my cum off my hand." Groaning around Suguru's cock, deep-throating him, he holds your head down. Thick, warm cum spurting from his cock.
You gag hard around Suguru, your body tensing up, your soaking wet cunt clenching. "I'm almost done with her mouth. Fuck right there, her mouth feels so hot, and her hands are so soft on my balls." Suguru pumps his fingers faster, curling them at just the right time.
Your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your cheeks. Suguru lifts you off his cock by your hair, messing it up partly. He croons, "That's it, good girl." He kisses your forehead, slipping his fingers out. Holding them in front of you for you to clean yourself off.
"You gonna be a good cum slut and suck my fingers clean too?" Suguru's fingers leave your mouth with a soft pop. Moving towards the front, leaning over grabbing his sensitive cock, lifting it up. Wrapping your lips around Satoru, taking all of his softening cock into your mouth.
You slowly glid Satoru's cock out of your mouth with a loud groan. Reaching over, rubbing Toji's hard cock through his baggy sweats. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Suguru slaps your ass. Nudging your tight, soaking wet cunt with a small vibrator.
Suguru offers, "Toji how about this, I'll let you use the remote for the vibrator I brought. You can decide if she cums or not." Pushing the toy deep in your cunt. Your sensitive cunt clenches when he brushes your g-spot.
Suguru uses the hand sensitizer attached to your mini backpack. He passes the remote to Toji as the car slows. "We've been spoilin' our pretty slut a bit too much. She should beg to cum." You move from cleaning Satoru's cock to his sucking on his long, thick fingers.
The car turns into the parking lot. Its tinted windows are too dark for anyone to see in. Giving you a moment to straighten yourself out before going into the restaurant.
Satoru points out. "She'd have to keep her voice low, so no one finds how much of a pervert she is. Dinner with some entertainment." He slips his fingers out of your mouth, cleaning the spit off with a tissue.
He grins, putting up his cock. "How ya balls feel?" You moan when the vibrator flicks on. Its overwhelming vibrations make your toes curl. Whing when Toji switches the setting, making it pulse every few seconds.
It's winding you up enough to keep you bothered without ever letting you cum. You break instantly, whining, "Please Daddy let me cum again! I'll jerk you off under the table. Gonna make sure you cum too. Please." Satoru grabs another tissue and gently grabs your face, carefully cleaning up your tears.
"Love what a nasty pervert you are for us mama. Keep that up and I'll give ya whatever you want." The pulses steady out into a continuous strong hum. Your cunt is still so sensitive from cumming on Suguru's fingers. The pleasure is perfectly overwhelming.
You bite into your bottom lip. Satoru croons, "So beautiful, seeing your tears makes me want to fuck you in the backseat till your sobbing." He kisses both your cheeks, then your lips. "But I want to see you struggle with how hard you're cumming even more." Suguru fixes your hair, adjusting your clothes the best he can.
Toji orders, "Fix your underwear and get out, Daddy wants his cock jerked off n' some food." Satoru and Suguru pull away, getting out of the car. Along with Toji, leaving you to struggle to pull your panties up. Soaking them more with your drooling cunt.
Your legs are shaky, your knees threatening to buckle. You grab onto Satoru, and he croons, "Aw our poor darling is struggling to walk already. Don't worry I'll help you, want me to order your favorite for you too. So you don't accidentally moan talking to the server." You focus on keeping quiet and walking. Toji slaps your ass, making you stumble.
Toji states, "She shoulder order, she's a big girl, she can handle it like how she handles us." Satoru steadies you and Suguru urges,
"Tell us how your beautiful, sloppy, tight cunt feels darling. " Toji turns up the intensity of the vibrations when you try to speak. Forcing you to cover your mouth, stifling your groan.
Toji insists, "Answer him mama, be a good girl of us." Satoru slips his arm out of your grasp to wrap around your waist. "Hurry for we reach the entrance or you're not cumming till we get our food." You're too close for him to stop now.
You whimper, "It's too good!" it's not enough, Toji urges,
"Keep going." Glancing down, admiring his large bulge Toji isn't bother to hide. His sweats would make it easy to jerk his cock off under the table when you got inside.
"I'm a dirty pervert who wants to keep cumming. Want the three of you to keep playing with my pussy." Your cheeks burn with embarrassment when you gain the look of a passing onlooker.
The older man's gaze lingers until Toji grunts, "Problem?" The man walks faster, casting his eyes down. Satoru tucks you into his side. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
You mutter, "Oh fuck." Bitting into your bottom lip, humiliation flashing through you doesn't stop the toy’s vibrations from forcing your sensitive cunt to cum. Your slick dripping down your thighs. Wrinkling up Satoru's shirt in your tight grasp.
Satoru points out. "A second later and he would have seen the pretty look on your face when your cumming." Suguru opens the restaurant's door for you, to walk in with Satoru's hand on your lower back.
The moment Satoru crosses the threshold behind you, you attach to his hip again. Your thoughts vanish, leaving your head empty. The overwhelming stimulation persistent stimulation in your sloppy cunt consuming you.
Toji turns up the vibrations once more, a moan slips out, and your legs give. If not for Satoru your knees would hit the restaurant's entrance.
Synopsis: Y/N gets dared to get her nipples pierced by her father’s best friend and it turns into something more.
WARNING: SMUT 18+, EXPLICIT CONENT, MDNI!, pwp, age-gap, size kink, slight blood kink and pain kink, slight dacryphila, dad’s best friend, degradation kink, praise kink, throat fucking, oral , daddy kink and anything else I forgot.
A/N: honestly this isn’t as kinky as some of my others but I just wanted to write something with Suguru Geto because I’ve been obsessed with him lately. And Y/N is 20 in this one shot. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
Word Count: 4.1k+
You enter the tattoo shop nervous. You had been dared to do this by your best friend. And if you didn't, she'd tell your darkest secret it was a result of playing truth or dare and this was your dare. It was late at night and the shop was closing soon.
"Well hello Y/N," Toji says at the counter, "what brings you here?"
"I want to get my nipples pierced," you say to the man who a close friend of your dad's.
The big man's eyes widen and he chuckles, "well that's quite a shock, tell me did Nobara put you up to this?"
Your cheeks heat from embarrassment, "no I want to do this for myself."
"Well lucky for you Geto is free at the time, usually you'd have to wait but since it's you, you can just go back there."
"Thanks Toji," you say before walking back to the furthest room. Suguru is at his desk sketching like he usually does. His back is to you when you enter. He's currently got his shirt off so you get a wonderful view of his backside. His usually long hair is pulled up in a man bun so you get a full view of his broad back and that dragon tattoo he has covering his entire back.
You immediately clench your thighs together. How had you thought this dare was a good idea? You know Nobara had purposefully done this knowing your secret crush you had on this man. But it didn't make it any less nerve racking. Just being around him made you feel all sorts of hot and flustered. But he couldn't know that. For this was your father's best friend and he was 20 years older. Sure he was single although you could never figure out why, but your dad would never allow it. But that didn't stop this man from taking over your thoughts 24/7, or how your heart thumped loudly whenever you were near him.
Taking a deep breath you finally make yourself known, "hi Suggy."
The man immediately stops what he's doing and spins around, black eyes landing on you, immediately grinning at you. Gods, if his backside was gorgeous, his front side was magnificent. Even though you knew what he looked like underneath, from secret study sessions, you were still blown away.
"Well hello squirt, come to visit me ?" His deep voice and that nickname makes you shiver.
"Actually I'm here to get a piercing," you say, taking in all the tattoos that covered his arms and torso instead of looking at him In embarrassment.
He chuckles, "well of course I'd be happy to help you, come take a seat on the chair here and tell me what you want."
You nod, and take a seat on the chair. He rolls up in the rolling chair and is just mere inches away. Even sitting in a chair, he still towered over you, you can't help but notice how thick his thighs looked in the leather pants he currently.
Gods, there's no way you can this close to him and let him pierce your nipples without him knowing how you feel. You were going to to lose your mind. Just the thought of his hands on you-
"Yo, squirt are you okay ?l" he says, immediately bringing you out of your trance causing you to look at him.
"Yeah sorry, I just got distracted," you say, "I like your tattoos, specifically the Tiger one, I've never seen them up so close."
He laughs, the sound going straight to your core, and you could see a flicker of silver flash as he does. This man had a tongue piercing too. Gods. He was going to be the death of you.
"You've seen them all the time. Now tell me what are you wanting pierced?"
"Don't judge me and don't tell my father," you plead. "This is a dare from Nobara."
"Don't worry your father doesn't need to know everything about you, so I won’t tell him. but what trouble has Nobara caused you this time?”
"To get my nipples pierced," you say really fast, red immediately flushing your cheeks.
His hands still and his eyes darken for a moment before widening, "and you accepted the dare why?"
"Because if I don't, she'll tell my darkest secret."
He gets up for a moment, walks away to get the supplies. "Well I'm assuming you're not going to tell me what it is?" He comes back with a paper that shows you the different piercings, "which one are you wanting ?"
"Whatever you think looks good," you say. "I trust you, Suggy."
He smirks before walking away and coming back with some tools and sits back down on the chair in front. "Well first things first, I'm going to need you to strip."
You blink, "What ?"
He chuckles, "you're getting your nipples pierced right? So I need you to strip."
You immediately flush, "alright."
With shaky hands your pull your shirt over your head and throw it to the ground, staring wide eyed as your bra comes next. Your nipples were hard.
"Good girl."
you look at him wide eyed surprised he said that his eyes glimmer with what looks like lust before blinking it away with a charming smile.
"So what else do I need to do?"
"To be honest it might be best if you sit on my lap."
"Alright," you get up from the chair and situate yourself in his lap, and it takes everything in you not to buckle at how much bigger he was then you and how big he felt underneath you. His intoxicating scent overwhelming. As you felt yourself surrounded by it as you straddled him. You could feel yourself pooling below. Gods, you were doomed.
"Now I just need you to relax and sit still for me okay?" He says, in a soothing point. You nod. But immediately gasp as his massive hands cup your breasts and he begins to massage them. You immediately arch and let out a moan. Gods his hands - "shh relax, princess, I need to massage the stress out of you before we begin okay? It'll make the process easier ? Okay. So just relax."
You nod wanting to be obedient, but how could you relax when his hands felt so good and the fact that he called you princess? You brain was short circuiting and you heart was nothing but mush. But then you feel his tongue swirling on your nipple, causing you to blink in surprise when cold metal of his piercing flicks against your skin.
"S-Suggy."
He places a long finger over your mouth, "shh, relax princess. I gotta take care of you. Don't want to hurt you when I pierce these sweet nipples of yours."
"Are you sure this is how you pierce them?" you ask in a shaky voice. You want nothing more then to rock your hips on his but you stop yourself.
"Nah, just you, I only want to give you the best experience." He says, with a dangerous grin. "For my favorite squirt, I want to give you the best time."
Then he switches to the other nipple, his tongue latching onto your hardened nub and swirling his tongue around it making it even harder, this time you can't resist bucking your hips. Moaning when you feel him harden beneath you.
He chuckles, "that feel good princess?"
You nod, "yes, Suggy,"
"Good," he grins, almost sounding smug. "That's what I want to hear."
Then he continues his delicious assault on your breasts, sucking and massaging them. He shifts you to where your straddling his thigh. You jolt when you feel a vein brush along your core. It didn't help that you wore a short skirt so it was just your panty clad wet cunt that was on his thigh and you can't help but shamelessly rock yourself along his thigh. Wanting as much friction as possible.
"I can feel you soaking my thigh princess," he murmurs, breath hot against your nipple. "Tell me what would your father say, if he saw you turning into a messy, needy slut for his best friend? Hmm?"
You can't help but whimper at his degrading tone and words, but a broken "Suggy," is all you can manage. Every sane thought was lost as you continued to rock back on forth on his thigh, gripping on his arms, nails digging into his skin.
He smiles darkly, "I bet that's what your darkest secret is? Hmm?" you try to protest but he just laughs at you. "Don't even try to deny it princess, we both know how badly you've been wanting this to happen. How much you've craved me to touch you."
"Fuck," you let the filthy word fall from your lips, "Suggy, I can't help when you just so damn sexy, how can I not want you?"
He chuckles, the deep laugh rumbling against you, "that's right, how can you not want me? Well why don't you show me just how much you want me?" He uses his free hand to help guide your movements along his thigh. Him sneakly rocking his thigh up into you, you could feel yourself beginning to fall apart, your orgasm approaching. The pressure and pleasure was too much. You whimper grinding harder, more desperate. "That's it make a mess", he cooes.
Then without warning he pierces one of your nipples, you could feel the sudden stab sensation, and you look down to see a little blood, to which he laps it up, and that sight alone has you coming undone. He then does the same to the other one.
"Atta girl," he praises, once you're coming down from your high. And you look into his eyes, he looks so smug. "Not only did you make a mess but you did so good with getting your nipples pierced. You look sexy as hell."
You don't hesitate before, tugging on his neck and pulling him towards you, he chuckles lowly when you desperately crash your lips against his, before wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you closer, kissing you back with as much fervor as he flushed you against him. Your breasts hitting his naked torso. He subtly begins rocking his hips into yours again, growling when your tongues clash to together and your desperately clawing at each other, feeling each other up. M
"Suggy," you plead desperately in between kisses. "Fuck me, please."
He laughs, "begging for me already. I love it. You're so desperate for me. How can I deny such a request?"
He lifts you up and sets you down on the tattoo chair, spreading your legs apart, kissing you one last time, before kneeling before you between your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders. He hastily rips your panties and you nearly cum right there at the ravenous way he takes you in.
"What a pretty little pussy - so pink and dripping for me, it would look so pretty with a little stud right here," he runs a finger down your slit, causing you to shudder. Before bringing into his mouth, sucking it. He growls, "fuck you taste so damn exquisite. From now one this pussy is mine and no one else's got it?"
You nod rapidly, but gasp when you feel a harsh slap against your clit.
"Use your words, I need to hear you say it," he demands.
"Yes, Daddy," you moan, shamelessly "This pussy is only yours. I promise."
He smirks, "good girl," with that he wastes no time, yanking you forward and bringing your clit to his mouth. Latching onto it immediately. You cry out, your fingers clinging onto his hair tugging on it, to tug him closer and to feel those soft strands in your fingers. You eagerly yank his hair out of his tie and whimper when becomes free, that gorgeous, long black hair falling all the way to the ground, making him look even more magnificent than before. You pull on it to force his tongue to go deeper inside you. You throw your head back and arch into him.
"Ahh fuck, Daddy," you cry wantonly , "you feel so good. Don't stop, please."
"As if I would ever want to do such a thing, not when you taste this sweet," then he's inserting to fingers, immediately groaning. "And when you're this damn tight. Holy shit, you're squeezing me."
Then he's pulling away to stand up, you protest, but he shushes you with his hand on your mouth.
"Shh, sorry princess, I just gotta be inside you. I can't wait anymore."
He hastily pulls his pants off, then his underwear and your mouth waters as his cock hits his stomach. It was fucking huge, thick and curved a little, the dark tip leaking precum against his taut stomach, and you suddenly wondered if you could handle such a size.
"Don't worry, Angel," your heart flutters, at his suddenly soft tone. "It'll fit." Taking his cock in his hand, he strokes it before lining the tip with your entrance. Rubbing it along your seam, coating you with his precum. His eyes darken at the sight, "you were designed to take me and me only."
Then he's aligning the tip and pushing in, you both let out a moan at the first stretch, he felt so foreign in your tight walls, your walls struggled to take him in. But he suddenly leans forward and grips your chin, pulling you in for a soft, soothing kiss. "Shh, Angel, relax," he continues pushing forward. He was so big you could feel every vein and ridge as he slowly filled you up to the hilt.
You have to look down to see where the two of you meet, to see him disappearing inside of you and you can't help but moan at the sight. It was so sinfully wrong- giving into your fantasy that was Suguru- you’re dad’s best friend. Who could very well be your father. But you didn’t give a damn anymore. For this is what you've been longing for so long. This is what all your fantasies had been about.
This man and him being inside you.
"Fuck," he groans, his hair falling down, cascading around him. "if you keep squeezing me like that, this will be over for the both of us sooner than we both want, so be a good girl and relax for me? Yeah? You feel so good around me. So let me take care of you, okay?"
You nod, and finally he's at the hilt and you can feel yourself squirming desperately, loving how full you feel and the feeling of him being all the way inside you.
"That's a good girl," he grips your hips before pulling out only to slam back in. Your body shattering immediately as he begins to hammer his way into you. His cock pounding into you in a relentless harsh pace. You grip his arms tightly as he thrusts in and out. Your whole body shaking in rhythm with the chair beneath you.
"Feels so good," you babble and you lose yourself in the blissful feeling of his cock ravaging you from the inside out
"Yeah?" He grins, cockily, " that's what I like to hear.'
Sweat glistened down his body, as he bullied his way into your cunt, in a mating press. He enjoyed how your hair fanned around you and the sight of his cock bulging in your stomach. He knew Satoru would kill him for fucking you. But Suguro Geto had never been a good man. He was selfish and he took whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He had restrained himself from taking you for a long time, for the reason why he had remained single was because there was no one else he wanted but you. And the moment you came in his shop, asking for your nipples to be pierced and the way you had looked at him shamelessly without any remorse, had been enough to make him give in. To give into the temptation of you. And now that he had you wrapped around him so tightly, he was going to keep you. Forever. Consequences be damned, but no one was going to get in the way of this. Nothing was going to stop him from making you his.
You could yourself teetering on the edge as you feel yourself approaching another orgasm, but Suguru’s thrusts don’t stop, no he seems to go deeper and deeper with each thrust. His tip brushing that sweet spot every time, you nails scratched his back, as you cry out from the pleasure.
“Suggy, yes- right there!” Tears are springing from your eyes, your voice is hoarse and the pressure is becoming too much.
“Yeah? You going to cum for me like the pretty Angel you are?” He nearly cums at the sight of your tear stained cheeks. Fuck, you had never looked so pretty as you do now. “You look so pretty when you cry for me. I can’t wait to see and feel too cum for me.”
“Daddy,” you plead desperately, “I’m going to cum.”
“Go ahead, Angel, cum for me, make a mess all over me.” He takes his hand and plays with your clit, rubbing it.
The extra sensation has you reeling, you clamp down around him, soon you’re falling apart around his cock one more, and he holds onto you as you do. You could feel his grunts becoming more heavy, his thrust sloppier as he was nearing his own release.
“Don’t went to have your father killing me for getting you pregnant, so I’ll be sure to pull out,” but you grip his hand.
“No please, Suguru,” his eyes widen, for you never used his first name. “I don’t care what my father wants. I want you to cum in me, so don’t you dare pull out.”
He’s taken aback at your demanding tone, before laughing, and his thrusts become more demanding again, “now who’s the one in charge now, little tigress, but if you want to be turned into a little breeding whore for me, than that’s what I’ll do. I’ll breed this needy cunt and fill it up to the brim.”
With a few more thrusts, he’s releasing his seed into you, you’re both crying out as you both feel his hot seed fill you. Watching the white liquid fill you til it’s nearly seeping.
“Fuck, if I could have this image of you filled with my cum as a tattoo so I could look at it forever, and carry it with me til I die, I would you look so fucking beautiful with my cum filling your little pussy.”
Then he picks you up in his arms, lets your legs wrap around his middle, and he sits back down on his chair with you in his lap. You scramble off though, getting to your knees. He had taken such good care of you, you wanted to repay the favor.
“What are you doing, Angel?” He smirks at the how quickly you fall to your knees for him. Perhaps he should get a collar or a leash so you’d be forever at his side. He never wanted to let you go.
You scoot closer and take his big cock in your hands. It was still hot and heavy in your hands, but much bigger now that you were face to face with it. You could see every ridge and crevice and it was glorious, “just want to thank you for taking care of me so well.”
He leans back, “well it’s not like I can say no.”
You smirk, stroking his cock in your hands. Feeling it harden once again, you lean forward and lick a strip up his shaft- immediately eliciting a pornographic moan from him. He reaches forward and gathers your hair in his hands, so it’s out of the way, and leans back. You whimper at the sight of how unraveled he seemed to be under your touch. He looked so magnificent with his long hair cascading around him like a black waterfall. You give him a few more licks along his underside and over his slit, tasting the mix of his and your cum before opening your mouth wider, to slowly take the full length of him in. You hollow your cheeks and relax your tongue. Feeling his hot rod against your tongue, your eyes immediately water. But you keep going.
“Fuck, Angel, look at you, you’re meant for my cock, your mouth and pussy are mine for the taking, they’re designed to take my cock. Your body was made to please me, like a good fûcking slut. My perfect little cocksleeve. Is that you want ? You went to be my little cocksleeve? “
“Yes I want to be your little cocksleeve!”
You choke as you’re not even blowing him even more, because in a flash he’s gripping your neck and forcing you down on his cock, before thrusting his hips upwards to ram in your throat. You gag slightly at the sudden change. That sinister dominate side he had. That selfish side you had only gotten glimpses of. You were once again pooling below at the way he abused your mouth.
“Yeah that’s it, take my fucking cock, like a good little cockslut,”
He continues ramming into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat and balls slapping against your chin. You could feel saliva and cum dripping from your mouth. He lifts your head off his cock for moment and stands up, before gripping your neck and shoving his cock down your throat once more, this angle more controlling and animalistic. His big hands grip around your neck squeezing slightly, cutting of your air way, and causing you to choke slightly.
“Yes, this is what I like to see, you on your knees before me and choking on my cock. Fûcking magnificent.”
His thrusts start to become sloppy again and soon enough he’s shooting his cum down your mouth. His hot salty cum, hitting the back of your throat and you immediately swallow it all as he slowly pulls out. He nods in approval.
“Good girl.”
Grinning you stand up, “you taste good, daddy.”
To which he barks with laughter.
Once more, he’s scooping you up in his massive arms once more, and sets you into his lap. He lifts you up slightly to aline his tip with your folds before guiding his cock back into you. You both groan at the new way he fills you up, this way feeling more intimate as you straddled him. He kisses you softly, before smirking, “I gotta finish my work now, so you can keep my cock warm and then you can come home with me, how does that sound?”
You can’t help but beam at him, to which his dark eyes soften, “that sounds perfect, Suggy.”
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and wheels the two of you in his chair to his desk and you stay with him just like that. Happy that this man was finally yours.
“By the way those nipple piercings are sexy as hell, I’m glad you came to see me about them.”
You giggle, “well it was either that, or Nobara you my darkest secret.”
“So we’ll have to thank her then. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, wanted to make you mine.”
“I’ve wanted this too, in fact this was my darkest secret, you were as a matter of fact,” you say, rubbing his back softly, running your hands along the smooth planes of his back.
“Of course I was,” he smirks, “i’ve known all along of your secret obsession with me. I mean you haven’t been exactly subtle, not in those short skirts and knee highs you’ve been parading in around me, you haven’t been. But it’s cute and I love it and love you for it.”
You immediately feel yourself getting flustered , “you love me?”
He nods, “I do. Especially when you’re warming my cock the way you are. Fuck, I feel you’re squeezing me again, so let me finish my work and then we’ll go home okay?”
warnings: (18+, minors/ageless/blank blogs will be blocked) mention of church/religion, sex, adultery, cult like themes, sacrilege(?), begging, pet names (good girl, slut), corruption, finger sucking, public sex, people are watching, geto refers to himself as god, spanking, manipulation, race isn’t mentioned but i envision all my y/n’s as black so yeah
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“A-are you sure?” You swallow and gulp, staring at the man in front of you. His dark hooded eyes staring back at you.
“I have no reason to lie to you.” He says in a hushed tone as your husband walks up the stairs. With every painful creek of the staircase you can’t help but to wince. “Your purity… is in danger, has been for a long time… many of those in higher powers have spoke to me, they do want to help you to remain pure… to be in a good standing of course. That’s why I’m here.”
“Is there anything I can do?” With pleading eyes and shaky hands you scoot closer to him. You children deserved a pure mother, one to help them cross over when the time approached. You longed to be reunited with your husband when time was right.
“Why, of course.” He did a sly slimy smile. “We’ll sit some time aside and pray on this together at the temple.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much sir– eh, master geto.” You could see his lip curl at the name change and seen his nails dig into him palms. Pulling out a simple cross necklace from the insides of his black robe, he handed it to you, placing it into the center of your palm and closing your hand to form a fist.
“Keep this. Wear it. Don’t take it off until we next meet. It’s vital for the ritual we’ll have to preform.”
So you did. You wore it everywhere and didn’t take it off. Anything to keep your purity safe. You showed with it on, wore it underneath all your shirts and dresses.
“The gods spoke to me,” A phone call on the early morning after three weeks had passed. “It’s time.” It wasn’t even dawn yet, just a little past 3am and you were drowsy. “Wear something light. Very thin.”
You swallowed and looked over yourself, all of the sudden nervous and self conscious. Your body a bit more full and plum since the birth of two babies, everything thin you owned was tight against your body.
But you slipped into a long sleeved dark old dress you owned, that covered your entire body and hugged your figure.
You couldn’t help but feel so out of place and so weird when you walked into the sacred temple. Masked and cloaked individuals stood still, you could barely tell that they were breathing yet alone alive.
Swallowing, you made your way to the center of the temple, where you knew Geto would be waiting.
He stood with great posture and a small cross between his fingers, pressing his lips against it before rubbing his fingers against it, up and down. Your core tingled and you gripped the sides of your dress, feeling too hot to keep walking. Your knees buckled and your hands clutched at the wall by your side.
“Master Geto, he—lp!” You slipped and fell to the floor, landing with a small oof that left your mouth. A buzzing sensation on your clit and even feeling a rough hand on your folds. Massaging and pulling them apart.
“Just let it over take you. Just be glad, I didn’t do this while your husband was around. I’m being mighty merciful to you, my dear.” His voice is a shiver up your spine and his presence overtakes you, you feel him all over and he hasn’t even walked over to you yet.
“Tell me, my dear…” His voice cures your ails, making every moment more breathable again. “If I told you that the only way to keep your purity intact would be the touch of a god, would you still be willing?” His voice is sly and cocky.
You squeeze your eyes tightly, a light relief of touch making you moan heavily before it’s quickly snatched away. “That was just a taste, a small taste of purity that could welcomed back into your little soul.”
Something stirred up inside of your chest and a heavy weight made you groan, making you painfully uncomfortable and aware of just what you were missing.
“I need it.” You voice hoarse and detached, you weren’t sounding like yourself. “I’d do anything for it—!” You voice faded.
You felt several hands on you all at once but nobody was there. Solar bright hotness scarred your chest while the cross marked itself into your skin, the smell of burnt flesh all around you.
As if hours had passed, Geto finally approached you. Putting your head in his lap. He crouched and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck the purity back into you.” Licking the insides of your ear before biting and sucking on the lobe. “You’ll be clean again.” He promised.
Slipping your dress up and removing your dainty underwear. “Already so soaked. You’re already ready for me.” His finger caressed your lips and he kissed you. His tongue licking throughout your mouth and sucking on every inch of your tongue.
Cloaked and masked individuals circled around you both and you clang into his grasp, shivering.
“They have to watch. They have to be here.” He explained calmly. “They’re praying over us, praying for you and your purity… shall I ask again, if you really want this? Remember the feeling that you felt…” That feeling was all you could think about, his touch and his voice amplifying everything.
He knew you wanted it. Hanging it over your head. Watching you pant and groan, your thighs sticky and your head spinning. “Please… you know I need it.”
“What would you husband think of you now…” he twists his fingers in your mouth, drawing them in and out. “Watching you beg like a little slut for me to fuck you… would he like it?”
You couldn’t bare to answer. “Please just fuck me already…” you pleaded with him, your eyes clouded with lust, his filled with sin and all he could do was drink it up.
The dizziness continued as the people watching stepped closer, you gulped and trembled, feeling like you can’t breathe.
“I’m going to give you exactly what you need to be pure again.” He pulls his robe off quickly and your eyes follow. His body sculpted to perfection, lean and a perfect built. Your eyes trailed down to his cock and you tried not to moan aloud.
Long and girthy with a dark pink tip, standing curved and full at your attention. You swallowed hard.
Leaning over you, he rubs himself between your cool wet gooey folds, lining his cock against your entrance. “Ready?” He murmurs and your eyes look between his then to his cock before you look to the lingering eyes around you.
“Yes. I’m ready.” Your voice strong and steady as your hands grab at his shoulders.
He slipped between your thighs and all of the heat and sweat around your body disappeared when a small moan left your lips. His cock completely splitting you open and his fingers digging into your thighs. Your legs spread wide as his hips thrust forward, hard.
Burying his nose into your neck he does a deep laugh. His hips wild with ever thrust, the splashy wetness from your pussy echoing around the temple. Moans bounce around with each time he plunges in and out of you.
Clenching around him, he groans, pulling himself out before quickly tapping his cock against your wet folds that open wide for him. He feeds your deprived insides his merciful cock with a sinister smile before he says:
“Tell me, who’s your fucking god now? Huh? Who do you belong to? Who is fucking you, hm? Who’s fucking this pussy pure?”
Gripping his shoulders harder and meeting his thrust you finally whisper, “You… you are, master Geto.”
His hips stutter when you tighten up on him, “Oh, so tight… so fucking tight.” He squeezed your thighs and ram inside of you, both of your moans loud. “Gonna fucking cum inside this pretty pussy.” He promises, jerking his hips and fucking deeper inside of your core.
Feeling every twitch from you, he uses two fingers to rub at your needy swollen clit. “Oh you like that? You like when I fuck this flower open?”
He plants kisses up and down your throat. “Please just…” you lock your legs around his waist, tightly. Wetness sliding down your thighs.
He shutters and sighs, rocking his hips and thrusting harder inside. His eyes intense as they glare down at you. “Such a good girl,” He says, his voice guff and his cock throbbing hard.
Your nails dig into his skin and your pussy squirts as he works his way in and out of you.“Take it.” He tip kissing your womb ever so gently before he’s pounding inside again, watching your thighs jiggle with every moment.
“Take my cum.” He growls, stilling over you. His body shakes and so goes yours, once his cum is planted inside of you, your body feels cool again.
Panting, you look into his dark eyes. “Am I pure?” Your eyes shining with hope and pleasure.
“Far from it.” He says and your face falls. “Turn around.”
Embarrassed and confused, you turn on your stomach.
You feel his rough hands touching on your ass and squeezing the plushness of it before he does the unexpected. A loud slap rings throughout the temple and you grown in pain. “Count.” He does another one to the opposite cheek.
“O-one…” Your soaked folds growing even wetness. “Two…”
Rubbing his cock between your ass he does another slap. “Three—!”
“I’m going to have my way with you for the rest of the day… until you physically can’t anymore.” He says with a deep chuckle. “Ready?”
A soft moan left your lips at the feeling of the two pairs of callous hands roaming your fully bare body. Your clothes scattered and long forgotten throughout the cabin. Body squished in between two large muscular ones. Groaning when a rough pair from behind took hold of both your breasts, the owners fingers teasing your hardened buds giving a light tug making your back arch. All while the seemingly softer ones slid down to both sides of your thighs. Allowing them to massage themselves just before sliding them towards your ass and began to lightly squeeze while their thumbs dug into the soft plush of flesh.
"Mmm~ you guys, I-I don't think it's a good idea to do this…while Karaku and Urogi aren't here!" You were quickly silenced when soft yet needy lips pressed themselves against yours making your eyes fall shut. "Please allow us to continue. Promise to make you feel just as good without them…Just need you right now. " Aizetsu moaned in between the kiss as he began grinding his clothed groin against your bare cunt. Your slik arousal making a mess on pants, you pulled away with a huff, your face feeling all warm. "But… won't they get upset for being left out? " you panted, shuttering when feeling a warm breath against your skin followed by a low growl. "Who cares. They can go cry me a fucking river for all I care. Besides, all you need to worry about is being a good little cock sleeve for the two of us tonight."
You gasped at the feeling of Sekido's fangs grazing your skin just until they were just above your pulse point. Feeling your body freeze under his touch had him smirking as he then continued to sink his fangs into your skin. His sharp fangs breaking through causing your blood to pool out and fill his mouth and down his throat. Humming in delight as he harshly sucked on the now open wound making you groan and lean your head back to rest against his shoulder. "You'll be a good girl for us.. Won't you y/n?" Aizetsu whispered as his right hand let go of your ass before slowly dragging it towards your core. The way his fingers grazed over your skin made it tingle. His thumb slipping past your slick folds to tease your clit, drawing out slow circles on your bud. You immediately nodded, your eyes sealed tightly shut as you turned your head to the side. "Y-yes! Promise! I'll be good! " You managed to gasp while bucking your hips forward, making him smile. "Good girl. " he muttered before leaning in to connect his lips to yours once more, his tongue slipping past your lips entangling it with your own.
Humming against your skin one final time. Sekido carefully released his grip of his teeth on you. Although he hated to be gentle towards you. He also didn't want to take the risk of ripping your wound open more and cause you to bleed out on him. Not when the real fun had barely begun.
"Aizetsu" He growled to his counterpart. The blue eyed demon only nodded his head as he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting to both of your tongues. Hurriedly, he began to undress himself, all while sekido followed doing the same. You couldn't help but let your half lidded eyes wander on the now bare chested man in front of you. Even though Aizetsu seemed to be the 'softest' and gentlest out of the bunch. Always seemingly to melt just by your touch alone. You couldn't help but admire just how well toned he still was like the rest of his counterparts.Your hands immediately lifting to roam his body. Trying to touch every part of him as you could, reaching up to his muscular chest. Your thoughts going wild hearing a quiet whimper come out of him just as your thumbs lightly brushed against his nipples and feeling his body shiver just to your touch.
Being so lost in your thoughts, you had completely forgotten the other counterpart just behind you. That was, until Sekido's fingers dug into your hips forcing you out of your thoughts with a gasp at the slight sting. "Oi, don't forget that I'm still here as well, little bitch" He growled before pulling you towards him, making you perk up when feeling his hard length pressed against your ass. "Aizetsu, hurry up. I'd like to fuck her as long and rough as I want before the other two get back and bitch about it. " You could only shamelessly moan out his name as he began to grind himself against you.
Nodding his head, Aizetsu began to slowly lean back until he laid flat against the cabin's cool floor. Grabbing hold of your thighs, he gently guided you to straddle him. Moaning when he felt your slik and warm pussy glide against his shaft making him buck his hips allowing more of your arousal to glide against him. "Fuck… need to be in your pussy so bad. Please- please tell me I can!" He groaned as he rolled his hips against yours to create some friction. You only moaned with a mere nod of your head "G-go ahead!". Taking it as a sign, he readied his hips just before aligning the tip of his cock to your entrance. Pushing it past your lips. He dragged it up and down your wet folds, his tip ever so slightly brushing against your clit making you whine in need for more. Returning the head of his cock to your dripping entrance. He slowly began to push his way through, a groan leaving his lips as he watched you take his length whole. His grip on your thighs slightly tightening to keep himself steady until his hips connected to yours. " Fuck." He groaned while tilting his head onto the floor. "Such a good girl…taking me so well! " he huffed as he reeled his hips back only to slowly thrust back up into you once more. Your hands falling to his chest holding yourself up.
While you moaned Aizetsu's name as he continued to slowly rut himself into you. Sekido got to work behind you as well. Sliding his tongue out revealing the kanji "anger" etched onto it. He lifted your hips higher giving him more access to your ass, reaching his hands lower, spreading your cheeks in the process. He watched as large globs of his saliva slid down his outstretched tongue and fell directly to your hole making you tense. Letting go of one of your ass cheeks. He brought his fingers into his mouth, dragging his tongue to lap around them thoroughly. Coating them with a generous amount of his saliva to use as lubricant.
"Stay still and this won't hurt. Got it? " he ordered as pressed his fingers to your hole, your body still tensed. Eyes widened as you turned your head as best you could to look at him. "Wait Sekido-" he began pushing his fingers in ignoring your plea, making your body tense more from the feeling of his fingers invading your bottom. This also made his counterpart below you whine loudly as you ended up clutching onto his dick more. His grip on your thighs tightened just a bit as he gave you one quick thrust as you gasped out his name from his action.
"Mm~ Sekido! Please!" you soon whined, feeling his fingers push past your ring of muscle. He only growled as he continued to pump his fingers into you. "Shut up-" A low growl leaving his lips.zero "Be grateful I'm prepping you to begin with. I could have just shoved my dick into your tight little ass and have my way with you! " he hissed as he brought his unoccupied hand to grip your hip, he leaned over. His body hovering slightly over your shaking one. "I bet you'd like that huh. Have you take my cock raw? Make you cry like the little whore you are?" He said in a taunting manner as he slid his tongue out, gliding it against the shell of your ear making you arch your back pressing more of yourself to him. You couldn't say anything and only moaned while your face heated up hearing the temptation in his voice.
The feeling of his fingers working in your hole while Aizetsu was breathing heavily, still trying to keep his composure. His fangs gritting when hearing your pretty moans and the sweet wet noises coming from both your bodies as he continued to thrust into you. Closing his eyes as he got lost in the way your gummy walls clung onto him. "Fuck- so good… you feel so good baby" he moaned in pure pleasure. You panted feeling yourself slowly falling apart. With every gentle thrust he gave you, you could feel every part of him. Evert little vein that pulsed was pressed to your inner walls. You were about to say something in return when your eyes widened when Sekido's fingers tried to stretch your hole open further, making you cry out his name for him.
"God, you're clenching onto my fingers so tight. Makes me wonder how it's going to be when I stuff my dick inside your ass as well." he huffed as he continued to work on you. You only groaned as you tried to raise your ass more for him. "W-why don't you- hah- hurry up and find out for yourself? " you panted with a moan as he tried pushing his fingers deeper. Your eyes widened at the feeling before letting out a whine when he pulled his fingers out and away from you making him laugh. "Already so desperate to be stuffed by another dick in you? Needy bitch" he smirked as his hand gave you a firm swat to your ass making you yelp at the sting. A red outline of his hand soon formed.
Continuing with his dark laugh, he grabbed hold of your ass once more spreading it. His smirk grows wider when seeing your hole clench from the loss of his fingers. Taking hold of his length, he gave it a few pumps before one hand held a tight grip to your hip keeping you steady while the other pressed the crown of his dick to your puckered hole. "Don't worry baby, I'll give you exactly what you want. '' With that, he pushed his fat tip through your tight hole. Feeling the intense pressure to your back made your eyes close as your breath hitched, fingers digging into Aizetsu's chest making him whine. The feeling of being stuffed with both their cocks growing too much for you as you felt yourself snap. Crying an," Oh my god!" as you felt yourself releasing all over Aizetsu's cock.
Feeling your walls clench around him more. Aizetsu's eyes widened as he grit his fangs harder. His eyes wandered down seeing the mess you've made on him, your arousal dripping down his length and your thighs. Muttering a 'shit' after he finally realized you had just came. Digging his thumbs into your plush thighs in a massaging motion while continuing with his slow thrusting to help through your high. He began muttering quiet praises to you and how pretty you looked coming undone on him.
Sekido wasn't too kind though as he reached down to your head. Fingers grabbing a firm hold of your hair as he gives it a tug forcing your head back and causing you to arch your back. "Who the fuck told you go come yet? Huh? " he growled into your ear. Tears flooded your eyes as he bullied himself further into your ass. His movement finally coming to a halt when bottoming out, giving you little time to take a breather. "M' sorry… M' so sorry Sekido- please" you cried as you heard him huff before letting go of your hair making your head fall.
Both his hands held a firm grip on your hips as he began to drag himself out. "Don't let it fucking happen again. " was what he told you before slamming his hips to your ass forcing his dick to back into you, causing you to cry out his name. He didn't seem to care though as he only continued his motion. His thrusts were deep and somewhat hard. Wanting to take some time working his way with you but all the same time not caring at all but to ruin you.
"Fuck~" you moaned out, "can't you be just a l-little bit more gentle? " you whined when Sekido snapped his hips to your ass again. This time the force makes your body jolt forward. "Shut up you fucking whore." He growled, with a tight grip on your hips. "I'll do whatever I please. So stop your whining and just take it! " he huffed as he plunged his dick deeper into your tight hole making you mewl.
You groaned when feeling Aizetsu's grip on the back of your thighs tighten as well as he thrusted his hip up connecting it to your own. Your head began to dangle from the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full by both their cocks. A gentle hand grabbing onto your chin, forcing you to lift your gaze. Your eyes locking on to pretty bright blue ones. "Poor you, is Sekido being too harsh on you again? " Aizetsu asked with a frown as he tilted his head. But you knew better than to fall for his act. You could see the glint of lust and desire spark in those sad eyes of his. But, with how good the both of them were making you feel. You honestly couldn't care less and followed along.
You nodded your head with a moan. Back arching in pleasure when feeling Sekido send another harsh thrust to your ass. "Who the fuck cares. Don't you hear how she's moaning? The bitch loves it!" Sekido grunted as he continued to plunge his cock in your tight hole. Aizetus' hand let go of your chin before grabbing hold of your hands that were still laying against his chest, ignoring his counterpart. "I'm sure you can deal with it, won't you? For me? Please? You've done so before. Not to mention you're taking us both so well." he praised as he lifted his hips to roll against yours tearing a whine out of the both of you.
You only whimpered in response. "Oi, you better answer when one of us is talking to you-" Sekido growled again, his voice threatening as he slapped your ass another time. "Yes! Yes I can take it! " You cried out to him. "Good little slut" he huffed and continued his assault on your ass. His eyes wandered down watching as his cock disappeared into your nice and warm hole. Loving the way you held so tightly on his dick moaning so loudly as he made sure to mold it perfectly to his shape. That way, you'd never forget the feeling of him even after he was through his way with you.
Being underneath you meant that Aizetsu was able to see any and all of your cute little reactions to them using you and your body to their full content. Which he could never complain to, not when seeing your face looked to be in so much pleasure. Your eyes were closed shut. Still, some small tears seeping through and down your cheeks. Sweat falling down your forehead to your furrowed brows. Watching as your face changed from slight pain to looking like you were having the time of your life.Your mouth wide open as you kept moaning out his and Sekido's name. It was one of the things that really seemed to get him going.
Feeling his cock ache in you, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his cool much longer. Now that Sekido was finally fucking you as well, why did he have to hold back anymore as well? Returning his hands back to your thighs he gave them a light squeeze. Trying his best to lean up towards your neck. He began to lightly nip at your skin, his warm breath fanning your neck making you tremble. "God, I want to fuck you harder-" his breath coming to a hitch when your walls tightened up at his words continuing to drive him insane. "Can't handle it anymore. Please tell me you want the same. T- tell me I can fuck you as hard as I want?" He pleaded against your neck as he continued to nip at the area that made you moan his name. "Yes! Please fuck me harder, Aizetsu! Need it so bad! " you cried to him.
Mumbling a thank you against your skin, he slowly pushed his hip away from yours. His fat tip of his cock being the only thing that stayed in your needy dripping cunt. Plastering his feet onto the floor more firmly. His grip on your thighs now tightening as he readied his hips. In one quick thrust he forced you to take his cock whole all at once making you cry out his name. "Come on baby… be a good girl and look at me while I fuck you like this. Tell me how good I'm making you feel. Love it when you tell me. " he begged as he continued to frantically thrust into you.
The look you gave him made his dick twitch in you. Having to close his eyes for a split moment as he took in a deep breath to hold himself together, even if he did feel himself coming closer to his release with every thrust he gave you. You looked down to him, eyes half lidded filled with tears, mouth slightly opened as you panted heavily as a little bit of drool began to come out of the corner of your mouth. "Aizetsu~ please-", god- and the way you moaned his name makes his blood rush straight to his dick. " fuck~, I don't think I can't take this much longer" He spoke out following a whine as your thumbs began to rub play with his nipples once more.
"You want to come? " he breathed out, his voice coming out shaky. You began to nod frantically as you moaned loudly when his tip kissed your cervix making your legs tremble. He was about to reply when Sekido cut him off with a firm 'no' making you cry. "Make her beg for it first. " he grunted. Sighing, Aizetsu nodded as brought one of his hands down between both of your bodies. His thumb brushing against your untouched bundle of nerves making you gasp as your hands began to shake as well having difficulty holding yourself up. "You heard him baby, if you really want to come. You gotta beg for it. You can do that, can't you? For me? Wanna hear your pretty voice beg to cum all over my cock." He asked with the tilt of his head, a small smile forming on his face as his thumb began to play with your clit.
More tears fell from those cute eyes of yours that Aizetsu swears he could just get lost in. "P- please! Please let me cum! I wanna so bad…Wanna come all over your cock again! " You cried out. Your words make his cock throb and his hips stutter for a split second as his eyes went wide. "Come." Was all he managed to say as his work on your clit sped up. "Come for me, pretty girl." he breathed out. Hearing his words and the overwhelming feeling of what the both of them were giving you felt something in you snap as you finally gave in to your pleasure. "A- Aizetsu! S-Sekido~! " you sobbed out as you released yet another orgasm. Only you cried out louder at the more intense feeling this one sent you.
Feeling the way your walls had fluttered against his dick and watching as you had indeed squirted all over your thighs and his lower stomach. Aizetsu himself panted more as he felt himself in need of release as well. "Wanna cum in this pussy. Please tell me you want the same! Tell me how good I made you feel!" He whined as his thrust grew irregular through still trying his best to keep up his frantic pace.
Sekido only huffed as he closed his eyes as well. "You're holding onto me so tight. Want to fill this slutty ass to the brim!" he huffed his grip on your hips tightening to the point his fingers drew blood making you cry out in slight pain. "Tell me that's what you want. Beg me to fill you up! " he demanded as he leaned forward allowing his back to lay against your now sweaty back. His face burying itself in the crook of your neck, the smell of your arousal filling his scent driving him spiraling further down.
You continued to cry as you arched your back pressing your ass more against Sekido's hips as well. You only frantically nodded as well, having slightly difficulty speaking after such an intense orgasm. "So good. You- you both make me feel so good!" You cried, "Want your cum! Want you to fill me up! N- need it so bad! " you practically begged. This sends both of the counterparts to tighten their hold on you more to pound into you as much as they could. You screaming out when they both finally released their essences deep within you. Sekido biting into your shoulder as he rutted his hips to your ass while Aizetsu moaned, throwing his head back. Both demons let out a whine as they filled both of your needy holes to the brim. Both saying their own little things, Aizetsu praising you with "good girl…taking all my cum so well. " as he only gave a few you gentle thrusts to come down from his own high. All while Sekido only grunted, keeping himself still before he carefully detached himself from your neck once more. Watching as white ring formed around his cock. "Be a good little cock sleeve and don't waste a single drop. " he threatened.
After the two finally had withdrawn their cocks from you. You let out a sigh as your body gave in and fell onto Aizetsu's muscular chest. He was quick to grab hold of you, petting your head with his hands. "You did so good, baby. Taking us both so well." He praised softly against your ear, his hand brushing away some of your hair that was stuck to your face before giving you a gentle kiss to your forehead. "What a good girl. " he muttered while Sekido had left to grab something to help clean you all up.
Just as he came back to the two of you who still laid naked and bare on the cool and now most likely messy floor. The door to the cabin where they all decided to dwell in bursted open making the three of you freeze. Turning your head after hearing what sounded like wings flapping, your eyes widened when seeing locking onto bright green and yellow ones. "Wow… looks like you three had fun. " Karaku spoke with a smirk on his face. "Yeah, and without us nonetheless! How rude! " Urogi giggled as they both made their way into the cabin.
"K-karaku… Urogi. " you groaned out to the two your face heating up from embarrasment by being found like this and your head throbbing from everything that happened. Their loud voices not helping you all too much as well. "Hah, it doesn't matter Urogi! Besides-" Karaku chuckled as he squatted down beside you and Aizetsu. Grabbing a hold of your chin before raising it to his gaze. His bright and alived eyes locking onto your own tired ones. His smirk grew wider as he slid his tongue out to lap his lips. Ignoring Aizetsu as he gave him a warning tone to 'be careful ' towards you.
"I'm sure a good girl like her can go for another round! I mean, she's done so before. Hasn't she? " Hearing his counterparts words, Urogi's feathers puffed out in excitement, his eyes sparking to life as well.
aizetsu sniffed as he smelled blood, he was thirsting for blood now as he smelt it in the air of the cabin. y/n was walking to the kitchen with an empty glass as she ran into her boyfriend.
“Oh hey Aizetsu, what’s going on?”
y/n dragged out the “what’s”, aizetsu looked at her worried, he put both hands on her shoulders.
“You aren’t hurt are you? I smell blood and-”
aizetsu was smelling y/n’s scent and found where the blood was coming from, he realized that she was on her period. y/n stepped back out of embarrassment.
“Aizetsu..”
ꨄ
he moaned into your scent and sucked on your clit even more showing it the attention it craved, he then began to place his tongue inside you scooping out any blood he could and swallowing all your blood and juices.
y/n was close to reaching her limit as she was about to cum, he tugged on aizetsu’s hair a little as her head was back in ecstasy.
“I-I thought you said you were done?”
tears filled her eyes from the overstimulation she felt, he groaned at the taste of her.
“Yeah I’m sorry, almost finished I promise. Just a little more.”
as he said that she couldn’t take anymore and screamed for the overstimulation, she cried and arched her back up as aizetsu continued to eat her out, he stopped after he realized that she has had more than enough.
aizetsu then brought his face up to look at her, y/n was trying to catch her breath. he looked a bit worried that he did too much.
“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
y/n replied as she turned her head with saliva dropped down her chin, she finally took a deep breath. after he cleaned you up and cuddled you afterwards, he knew we went a bit far as he grew a bit greedy when he was eating you out. but you forgave him of course.
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hope you enjoyed :)
- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you
warnings ✩° : 18+ smut, cunnilingus, a pinch of degrading, mostly praise, demon sex, size difference, overstimulation!receiving, some masochism!receiving, consensual sex, cursing.
pairing ✩° : karaku x fem hashira!reader
premise ✩° : after escaping the fourth upper moon hantengu, you find yourself running into a forest with what seems to have no exit. with no other way to go, you’re forced to face the strangest of the demon clones, the pleasure demon.
word count ✩° : 4.2k
authors note ✩° : yippee another one down!! 2/4 look out for the rest…trying to get them all down in a timely fashion plz bear with me!!
Was this the same demon from before? There was no way. The demon standing in front of you looked pleasant. Still, demon like, with thick veins pumping cold blood around his eyes and a plum-like color darkening his under eyes and forehead. What irked you most was that this clearly was one of Hantengu’s clones, but it looked nothing like who you saw before. This one, was attractive, almost, with a much more muscular built and tall stature. Now, he looks like a worthy opponent, all in all which terrifies you. Was he really the same demon who was crawling on the ground before?
You shift your feet into an instinctive kill mode, feet planted firm into the ground below, your movements making crunching noises against the plethora of dry leaves. You gain awareness of all the trees surrounding you two, the green of their lushness flurrying down. It’s an uncanny sort of feeling. For some reason, even when faced with one of the most powerful ranked demons, the setting around you was eerily calm. Not just the way the leaves fall slowly and the wind just barley picks up, but the demon who stands before you seems like he has already won the battle that hasn’t even started yet.
You stare at the green eyed demon with a murderous glint in your eyes and thinly pressed lips, mentally preparing for the worst. But, instead, the worst doesn’t happen. Rather than harvesting your life, you hear a lowly chuckle almost gurgle out of the demon’s throat, paired with a loud thumping noise start to approach you, slow enough to notice the horrible sinking feeling in your gut but too fast for you to do anything about it. With every step closer, the demon’s smile grows, watching as you move backwards right into the thick trunk of a tree.
You look back, then back at him, feeling a cold sweat start to form on your brow, mostly from confusion as to why this demon is so calm. He doesn’t even look like a demon, and certainly doesn’t look human. With your shoulders square, you back into the tree even more and hold your sword further in front of you, not being able to hide your shakes as the shirtless figure is now standing over you.
As the shadow of the night leak through the thick foliage of the trees above, the dark markings on this clone’s face make him even more spine chilling. He’s so close,
“And you thought I wouldn’t catch up. You managed to lose me back there.” The demon speaks, holding his square shoulders up low, almost relaxed like. “I’ve fought humans before, but, I didn’t think anyone could ever outrun me. I’m impressed. You have my attention.”
Have his attention? In what world would you ever want his attention? You wanted to scream at him, rip his head off with your bear hands, end this, and go home, but the demon in front of you clearly isn’t taking you seriously.
“Is this a game to you?!” Your shoulders tense, anger piquing as you grip onto your sword handle more.
“To me, of course. But to you, it might be a bit more scarier than a game.” The demon in front of you draws his claws up to your chin and raises your face up to his unmatched, demonic height. The dark emerald green color fills your vision and that’s when you finally realize which clone of Hantengu’s he is.
“Karaku.” You mutter under your breath. Karaku, the demon clone who possesses the pleasure emotion of his host. You always thought that out of all the emotions Hantengu could have, pleasure was surely the weirdest one. That said, you didn’t know what you were up against, in fact the thought alone of what pleasure entailed made you nearly weep with all the gruesome feelings imaginable. But you hold your ground.
Karaku smiles slowly at you, his head tilting down and even closer to you, nearly enough to kiss you. Despite what you think, there’s no seemingly malicious bone in his body. Yet at least.
“That’s right. You know who I am. That’s good. Now, could I ask what a demon slayer like you is doing alone? And with no sword, that’s kind of like your whole thing right? You wave around a sword and slice my head off, right?” Karaku shifts his hand onto his face, curling his cold fingers on his cheek, “With no sword…and clearly no ability to actually fight me. You’re useless. Right? That makes this fun.”
You look down at your sword, confused, but suddenly feel a harsh gust of wind blow your way, knocking you off your feet.
There’s only a second from that to the moment where your back hits the ground and your sword is thrown out of your hand. Upon impact, you close your eyes and throw your crossed arms over your face, fear stinging your senses, before you open your eyes again to see the demon directly on top of you. The demonic look in his eyes is enough to make you shriek, just before he lunges down with his mouth open.
With a grunt, you kick the center of his chest, only managing to blow enough air to thrust his charcoal black hair off his shoulders. Your efforts amuse the sick entity, reflecting in a cynical grin accompanied by a squinted smile of the demon. Still, you grit your teeth and continue pushing on his firm, muscular chest. The least you can do is try to survive as long as you can before someone finds you. Surely anyone can recognize you’re gone and will come search for you. Right?
“Was that supposed to hurt?” Karaku chuckles hoarsely, “Because it was more pleasant than I expected. Maybe I am stronger than I thought. That’s nice.” His smile deepens. “Don’t you realize how easy it is for me to overpower you, and kill you? I could tear you open, drain your blood, and eat your flesh in seconds. And you think a measly kick can stop me?”
With his hand straddling your ankle, you mentally curse at the undeniable realization that you can’t even get out from his grasp.
“Say, I never caught your name. What was it, hashira?”
Your eyes quickly glance down at his position, how his legs are properly situated between your trembling thighs, ankles quivering at the demon above you, yet he remains calm and stares, waiting for your response.
So you swallow all your anxiety and answer. “Y/n. My name is Y/n.”
“You’ve come to kill me? Right?” Karaku inches closer, revealing his elongated teeth poking out from his warm lips. A chill runs down your spine. He’s already thinking of eating me. “Hey, right?”
“Yes!” You grit your teeth and remind him who has a foot pressed against him, shoving the bottom of your shoe into him harder. Karaku doesn’t pay any mind to it though. He knows you’re trying to gain the upper hand, it’s a game he knows all too well. But he’s tired of fighting, and for once he deserves a break from killing and eating human flesh. Well, not entirely the second one. Being the most relaxed clone of Hantengu, it’s easy for Karaku to analyze situation and step back when he needs to. He feels no sympathy for his victims, yet the experiences they give him fulfill him so much more than any killing could. Even if sometimes he can kill two birds with one stone.
Your eyes dart around his face. You can’t even tell what he’s thinking with such a relaxed expression. But Karaku quickly reaches for the inner side of your ankle and tugs you closer to him.
“You know…” Karaku says, just barley above a whisper, “A hashira shouldn’t be so worked up meeting me. Wouldn’t wanna worry your pretty head, I’m just a big scary demon is all. I don’t want to hurt you.” His hands skitter up your ankle all the way to your thigh, rubbing methodically in wide circles just to avoid suspicion. With a tainted grin, Karaku’s hand travels up your skirt, pushing the pleated fabric out of the way. Before you can protest or kick him further, it finally clicks in your mind that you had no safety shorts or shorts at all protecting under your skirt. As the demon corps uniform protocol calls for, all you have on is your skirt and your panties underneath, which in this moment serves as a great disadvantage to your dignity.
Quickly, you buckle your knees together, making a quick bucking sound from your kneecaps clashing, followed by a small wince after. This in turn, piques Karaku’s interest and the devilish grin you’ve grown so fond of returns once again.
“Of all the things…” Karaku says giddily, “Of all the things you choose to protect. That’s, your main concern? What are you hiding from me, puny hashira?”
You feel your throat close. Just as you’d hoped to keep your life by protecting yourself, you’d failed to distract him from possibly the most insignificant worry you had suddenly realized. Now he was intrigued and now there was no way out of his curiosity.
Karaku’s claws move up your skirt further, now not pulling you into his chest, but rather peeling back the fabric akin to selfishly unwrapping a present not meant for him, revealing a pair of tight, white underwear. The best part?
There’s a wet spot smack center in the middle, all for Karaku to see and instantly take notice in. When his eyes dart to your entrance, you feel your soul leave your body. There’s no denying the attraction you’d felt to Karaku before, but you never would’ve guessed that it resulted in this. Still, you hold your breath and stare up at him, knees now separated and your face dripping with sweat. Karaku on the other hand, parts his lips, revealing his elongated canines and a raised brow, perplexed yet interested. He lets out a soft chuckle as his rough hands turn soft with feather like touches around your waist.
“Hm, that’s strange.” Karaku says, eyes widening owlishly with curiosity, “I haven’t even done anything…and yet…” he prods a finger forward and touches lightly on the front of your underwear, pressing down on the darkened wet spot growing larger by the second. You look away shamefully and mumble incoherently under your breath, too embarrassed to look the demon in his green eyes as his smile widens from ear to pointed ear. “You’re wet right here. That means you like me, huh?”
“W-Wait—” You stare helplessly at Karaku rubs his thumb over your clothed pussy, swirling the slick underneath the thin layer of cotton. Instinctively, your hips jerk forward and you find yourself gasping for air, not out of fear, but out of pleasure. It’s strange, but Karaku only smiles, his expression turning almost lovingly as he leans forward and closes the gap between you both. With his lips on yours, you feel his tongue push past your locked teeth and glide right under yours, licking every surface of your mouth.
“Mm! Mhh!” You squeeze your eyes tighter and attempt to grab hold of his wrist, failing in the process and only making the position more intimate as Karaku lowers his position onto you. When he breaks the kiss, it doesn’t take long before his hungry and curious lips find another curve of your body to settle on, marking his territory all the way down to your chest, unbuttoning your uniform with his teeth, and to your skirt, where he tears that off too, and finally settling right in between your plush, doughy thighs. All the way, your breathing deepens, skin glowing red at this point, not sure what he’ll do next.
“We don’t need all those anymore, I need to see your lovely figure for me to be satisfied. Doesn’t the air feel nice, Y/n?” The demon strokes your sides with the tip of his claws, tracing lines into your untouched skin. His mind reels at your warmness, the way your blood rushes inside your body, and how he gets to feel and experience it all up close. Emerald green shimmers into your glossy eyes, and his silky, raven hair makes his demonic appearance all the more alluring, especially in such a delirious state.
“M-Mhm…” A breathy whine spills from your throat as soon as you feel his cheek press against the side of your inner thigh, his tongue soon following. You hadn’t noticed it before, but now looking at it, you notice how the top of his tongue spells ‘pleasure’ in kanji.
Warm lips press against the side of your inner thigh, prying your legs open for the demon’s viewing, gently spreading your exposed cunt to him more and more. Every bone in your body tells you to stop him and kill him in fear of enjoying this too much, and yet, you watch him discover the most vulnerable part of you up close.
As if he can read your mind, Karaku looks back up to you and smirks, “Aren’t you going to tell me to stop? I don’t sense any displeasure coming from you, puny human, does that mean you want me to keep going?” Karaku says lowly, awaiting your answer.
“N-No…I-I don’t, I don’t want you to stop…” You say without thinking. That was all he needed to continue, and before you could get an understanding of what you just said, Karaku’s mouth finds your entrance and latches onto you very quickly.
You hadn’t even noticed he’d taken off your underwear a while back until you feel the heat of his branded tongue graze on the surface of your cunt, spooking you just a bit before your shoulders soften and your neck loses its structure.
Using his puckered lips, Karaku presses a soft kiss against your entrance, at first lightly. He kisses again, and again, until his welcoming kisses become more passionate and messy, all introductory formality being lost in his simmering curiosity. He’d never ate pussy before, though you could hardly tell, so naturally he’s very attentive to catering to your needs, looking up at you every chance he gets or as soon as he feels you twitch.
“H-Hah…wait just a minute…” You push your palm to his forehead to stop him, but stop instantly as Karaku presses your legs together, resulting in pushing himself further into you. The heated oral muscle greets you again, as well as the head rushing feeling of pure ecstasy. An ecstasy you’re too ashamed of admitting you like.
“I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” Karaku says in between licks, “It’s so warm, and pleasant. I can’t help but wonder, isn’t there a way to get more wet stuff out of here?” He purrs. Answering his own question, Karaku lowers his head and closes his eyes just enough so that only the tops of his lashes can be seen. You stifle out a struggled moan and shudder, hands curling into your messy clothes beneath you. Karaku continues to greet your dewy folds with his curved tongue, licking down on your sex and gathering up all the slick he can harvest on his tongue.
“A-Agh…W-Why don’t you just k-kill me? That’s far less embarrassing than—thIS!” You throw your head forward shamefully as Karaku’s tongue plunges deeper inside you, almost as if he’s telling you to stop talking. “K-Karaku!” Making a loud slurping noise, the demon pulls away and pants puffs of hot air onto your cunt, admiring the sheer glossiness it now has.
“You taste so good…delicious.” Karaku’s words are muffled as his mouth returns to your heat, pressing his branded tongue flat on your drooling pussy. Even if you tried moving away from him, it was no use. His fingers are practically embedded into your flesh, sharp claw-like fingernails drilling you and nearly drawing blood. You can hardly focus at the pain as Karaku licks bold stripes along your center, occasionally flicking the tip of his tongue faster than anything you’ve felt in your life. There was certainly no way to stop him.
“Karaku!” You whine, hips bucking in every which direction imaginable, “Karaku p-please!” It didn’t matter if you came once, twice, or even three times, with the speed of which he’s going, it’ll be impossible to pry him off your clit. That, and he just doesn’t want to.
“Is the puny hashira begging for me? Me? Oh, that makes me so fucking happy.” Karaku flashes his emerald green eyes back up at you, peeking up from in between your legs. “And I thought I’d never hear the words ‘please’ come out of your mouth. I guess I’ll take ‘p-please’ mh~!” Even though it’s wrong, even if this moment is frowned upon by any sane person, you can’t help but feel butterflies swarm inside the deepest parts of you, reminding you that no other person—or entity for that matter—has made you feel such pleasure. A red hue floods to your cheeks and you lean your head back, unable to withstand more than a seconds of eye contact.
Even just looking at you turned Karaku on. More than he’d like to admit. The sight of your head thrown back, mouth hung open, hair tangled and messy from the previous encounter, and now your ripped black and white uniform hanging off your shoulders, exposing your chest all to him. He relished in it all. Mostly, the feeling of being absolutely buried in your pussy, his nose poking the hood of your clit each ravenous grunt he makes to get closer to you.
Your eyes roll back as Karaku extends his tongue to fully show the kanji that says, ‘pleasure’ and presses it flat against your entrance, making a ‘slop’ sound before ravishing your wetness. Again and again, Karaku slurps at your cunt, using his huge, calloused hands to move your waist and body up and down on his mouth. One wrong move and he would surely scrape his teeth against your sensitive flesh. Unintentionally. Still, that didn’t stop you from wiggling closer to him, pushing your wet pussy further into his mouth.
“Just relax,” Karaku giggles, “You like it, huh? Makes you feel good~” He slurs, ears perking up at all the soft whimpers flowing out of you, “Good girl, just like that, open wider for me.”
“H-Hngh! Karaku—NGH!” You groan breathlessly and press your legs together onto the sides of his face. His pointed ears poke into the insides of your thighs and you can’t help but want more of it. There was no way where you would have ever predicted that inhuman features like pointed ears, prodding canine teeth, and horns would ever make you feel anything other than hatred. But Karaku makes you forget it all.
You feel yourself getting hotter as Karaku doesn’t look away from you, the kanji in his eyes burning into yours, not moving an inch since when he started. There was no telling what he was thinking in his head, but the thought of all of it was making your mind go brainlessly numb.
With another bold lick, Karaku flutters his tongue in the pool of your juices, drawing a string of saliva and cum from your entrance and looking at you with a completely feral expression. “You don’t let up, do you?” He chuckles, “C’mere, puny hashira. Be a good human for me and let me taste you again, yeah? You’re so pretty…I can’t help myself, I’m getting so excited.” Karaku hums in amusement.
“Ah, hah, ah! Karaku-uh!” Your cunt continues to pulsate, growing wetter each time he suckles on your folds, wanting so desperately to please you and hear his name fall harder this time from your lips. A hashira, getting fucked out by a demon. Your mind runs rampant. All the sounds you make are practically drowned out by Karaku’s attention on your clit, gradually fucking you on his tongue and nudging his fangs against your velvet entrance, reminding him that you’re not like him and sooner or later you’re going to burst. He smiles at the thought.
A hand flies to his head and bumps into his horns, finally something to grab onto, and you suddenly get a rush of sanity back and cling onto the boney material with all your might. While it’s just to push him back for even just a second, Karaku takes the opportunity to gasp for air, now giving you a chance to look at him in all his clouded glory. His lips are red and shiny from your arousal, mouth slightly open and puffing out a mixture of his own breath and the scent of suffocating sex on his branded tongue. You can tell he’s not thinking of anything else but finding new ways to satisfy you by the hazy look in his eyes. The color almost matches the leaves above. Fitting.
“Karaku, j-just slow down before I—” The words die on your tongue as soon as Karaku pushes back your hold on his horns and dives in between your legs once more.
Like he’s getting high off the taste, his tongue laps again at your sex, squishing your sensitive flesh down with every messy lick he makes.
You begin to wail as Karaku pushes his tongue deeper inside of you, easily finding your sweet spot and abusing it with all his strength and stamina. The warm touch of his tongue along with his now rose-wet lips pressing against your entrance draws out more lewd sounds from you.
Trying to breathe, Karaku doesn’t let up and only continues to swirl his tongue on your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping into your pussy to taste you deeper. “Mm, more more more.” He chants into you. As soon as your knees start to buckle in pure ecstasy, Karaku holds them apart and opens more of your legs to suck more and more, driving you practically insane.
By now, you’re too dazed to even realize how much Karaku had done, and how much of a mess you are now. So focused on the acute surges of pleasure running through your body with every little curl of his tongue or slurp of his wet lips on yours. What once was a soft, sheepish voice soon became a high-pitched cry in a matter of seconds. Pleasure rolls through your body with the overwhelming knowledge that you could sense your own high.
It almost doesn’t feel real. At the hands, or rather, mouth of a demon, it just doesn’t feel right. But it feels too fucking good to ignore. Karaku is completely engulfed in the taste of you, sucking on your clit harder now, with his claws biting into the plushness of your thighs to be closer to him, just to fill the insatiable hunger he possesses. “Karaku!” His name comes out as a warning, trying not to give in, “K-hh! Wait wait wait! Karaku I-N-NGH!” Just then, you jerk your head back, no longer wishing to hold back anymore, and allow his name to run freely, “Karaku! H-Hngh!” When his name leaves your lips, so does all the built up pleasure inside your body, and as if a bolt of lightning stroked inside of you, you feel the rush begin to surge. Keeping his eyes on you, you feel the demon smile widely as he quickens his pace, licking up all the wetness from leaking out of his reach.
“That’s good,” Karaku purrs and kisses your clit, not planning on stopping you from cumming all over his tongue, “Keep going…don’t stop, puny hashira.” When he pulls away, not going too far, you’re met with the bitter cold of the night, hips instantly shivering from the loss of his touch.
Coating the inner walls of your thighs, and even trickling down to the fabric of your uniform placed under you, Karaku watches as arousal spills out from you, all from just his tongue. The sticky, almost briney, fluid pools on your pinkish, glistening folds, making your heart leap out of your chest as you gasp in short breaths of air. Karaku laughs at the warmth leaking onto his finger and taps the softness of your clit, amused by the tiny jerks and twitches of you and your hips, trying to ride out the aftermath of your climax. “Ah…ah…ah…” You groan and roll your hips back.
“You’re so pretty, Y/n. I wish you came here sooner. Instead of being a demon hunter, you could’ve came here to me and I’d eat this pussy out all the time.” He says, cupping the outside of your thigh. “Wouldn’t that be nice…being here with me, right?” He flashes a curious look at you, to which you can’t help but look away in shame anymore. His nose, lips, and chin are all soaked in your juices, and even if he doesn’t seem to mind and even likes it, you can’t shake the feeling that he was able to do so much for you.
Your heavy lidded eyes look up at him, panting uncontrollably, “Karaku…I’m so tired…” your words make the demon freeze, but very quickly turn into a wide smile. He does his best to lick all the cum off his face, even using his fingers to suck off your arousal, laughing a bit at your blissed out expression. Instead of leaving you behind, Karaku sits up with you in his arms, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before leaving your clothes in the dirt.
“Come on, don’t fall asleep now. We still have much to do, puny hashira. I can’t wait to experience new things with you.”
Synopsis: You've been caught in his trap. And now you're his little plaything. The Upper Moon 4, Hantengu, more so you belong to the 4 clones.
Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting (let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count : 4.6k
Pairing : Hantengu (all four clones) x fem!slayer!reader
A/N: I have no words for this. It's basically straight porn and I know tumblr is gonna slap a label on it. So, check it out on my AO3(same name). I'll link it in my bio/pinned post.
Special thanks to @bleuboyfriend for beta reading it for me! You're amazing Luke!!
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You're not sure how it even happened. You were summoned to slay a demon that had been spotted in a village; only to find a cowardly little imp like Demon that was scared of its own shadow. Cutting its head off wasn't too difficult, but the result was devastating for you. The demon split into four clones of itself. Each one with a different demon blood art.
They cornered you and the green one, Karaku found you to be so very interesting. His clawed hand reached out and caressed your cheek before tipping your chin back. His tongue – marked with the Kanji "pleasure" – slipped past his lips and touched your lips, tasting them. A deep purr like growl rumbled in his chest as he speaks to his counterparts.
"It's been so long since we've been separated and had a little plaything. We deserve to have some fun, right, Sekido?"
His green Kanji branded eyes flickering down to your torn top – the swell of your breasts inviting him as his mouth watered when he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribcage. Your eyes dart from him to his three other counterparts. His fingers tilt your gaze back to his as he tilts his head down towards yours. “Ne, Sekido, can we have some fun with this pretty little slayer? Please?”
Sekido grits his fangs, his red Kanji branded eyes narrowing as he taps his staff on the ground, bolts of lightning sparking from underneath. His gaze cuts to your eyes and he can smell the fear that emits from you – saturating the air around them in its scent. He growls out, voice guttural and deep. “Only if Aizetsu and Urogi agree.”
Karaku grabs you in his claws and sits you down in his lap, easily pinning you against his chest as he spreads your legs. One hand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as the other dug its palm into your core, eliciting a moan from you. The sound was like heaven to his ears. Karaku’s tongue touches the shell of your ear before his fangs nip at it playfully. “Aizestu, Urogi, c’mon say yes. I wanna play with our new toy.”
“Get your hands off of m–” Your words die off in a moan when he rubbed two sharp clawed fingers over the damp spot forming over your panties.
“Hmmm, little plaything. You were saying?” He ground his fingers harder against the clothed little pearl of nerves, making you squeal out. “Just look at my counterparts. Hard just from watching us. You all should join. If not, I’m still going to have fun.”
Urogi’s control finally snapped as a feral grin spreads over his lips when your musky scent permeates his senses. His own tongue – marked with the Kanji “Joy" – flicks out of his mouth as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Fuck, she’s sexy. And we get to have fun with her. Don’t mind if I do.” When Karaku ripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, Urogi wasted no time diving his face between your thighs, his tongue curling through your sticky folds.
You arched your back, pressing your ass back against the other demon’s crotch, involuntarily grinding against his hard cock as the one with golden eyes feasts upon your center. It was ironic that the one with “pleasure” on his tongue was not the one between your thighs. You whimpered when Urogi’s tongue curled through your cunt, slurping messily as he sucked on your clit.
Aizetsu whimpered softly as his cock twitched against his thigh, rising to attention. He watched as his two more confident counterparts have their fun with the pretty slayer. “Karaku.” He said finally, his voice soft almost timid. “I think you should be the one eating her while Urogi fucks her throat.” His face flushed as he palmed himself through his pants. “And Sekido should use his blood demon art to shock her into submission as she takes his cock first.”
Karaku grinned. “That’s a great idea, Aizetsu!” He laid down on the ground, relaxing against the cool floor as his hair fanned out underneath him. “But I think I’d rather her ride my face while Urogi fucks hers.” Easily holding down your hips, he grabbed you and pulled you away from Urogi’s tongue, a string of slick mixed saliva connecting you to the avian-like demon.
Urogi pouted at having his fun ruined, but grinned at Aizetsu’s words. The little shy bastard has some good ideas in that sorrowful mind. He cackled as he fumbled with the tie that held his pants together as Karaku settled you over his awaiting mouth. His talons caressed your face, thumb wiping at the tear that threatened to fall. “You’re going to be a good little cocksleeve for us, right?”
Sekido growled at the softer, more timid counterpart as he tapped his staff against the ground once more. “What utter foolishness. Like I want to stick my cock in that little whore’s body.” But his hard cock betrayed his angry words as he listened to your saccharine moans while his counterparts had their way with you. His narrowed red eyes watched as your throat bulged as Urogi slid his cock in deep, the yellow-eyed demon giggling as you tapped his thigh.
Growling once more, he dropped to his knees, pulling his dick out of his pants and fisted it roughly. His fangs grit as his claws of his other hand found your hair and yanked your head back to force you to meet his eyes. “You should feel lucky that I’m willing to fuck a needy bitch like you.” His palm smacked against the meat of your ass, making your hips buck against Karaku’s eager tongue and forcing more of Urogi’s cock down your throat.
You let out a whimper around the thick girth on your tongue as you feel Karaku dig his claws in your hips, pulling you even further down onto his mouth. He slurped so noisily at your pussy as his tongue dug orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count. Your moans were muffled by Urogi as he thrust into your mouth without abandon. Another pathetic sounding moan vibrated in your chest when you feel Sekido’s claws dig into the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks.
Shame filled your body as your eyes darted around, searching for someone to help you, but they only found Aizetsu, who was calmly stroking his cock, pre leaking – oozing from the tip as his face flushed with a blush.
Aizetsu covered his face with his hand as he watched his counterparts. His voice was soft as he directed them on what to do. “Urogi, wrap your hand around her throat, choke her until she’s able to take all of your cock down her slutty little mouth. She doesn't get th breath if she doesn't. Kakaru suck on her clit more while using your tongue to fuck her hole. Sekido...” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he works his hand over his cock faster. “Prep her ass for your cock.”
Your eyes widened when Aizetsu told the red-eyed demon what to do. You try to shake your head, but Urogi had wrapped his talon around your neck, his hips snapping faster as he fucks more of his cock down your throat.
“Now, pretty little plaything. It's not nice to be distracted. Eyes on me.” He grins as he tightens his hand around your neck, relishing in the choke-like moans that vibrated around his length. When you shift those big teary eyes back to his, his tongue fell from his mouth as he curled it in the air. “That’s the fucking look! Cry more, slayer!”
You could feel Sekido’s sharp claws dig into your flesh as he lowered his face between your thighs, his tongue slipping out to trace the ring of your puckered little hole. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Sekido’s tongue was hot – hotter than Karaku’s. It felt like currents of electricity were shooking up and down your spine.
Karaku flicks your clit, scraping it with his fangs as his fingers slip over your clenching hole. He lifts you off his face for a moment to stare up at your face. “Aww, is the pretty little slayer crying?” He cooed condescendingly, “Such a good girl you are.” His praise sounded fake as he pushed his fingers past the first ring of muscles of your dripping pussy. “Oh? Maybe I should call you a slut? Or our little cocksleeve whose only purpose is to be fucked by four demon cocks?”
Moaning around Urogi’s cock at Karaku’s filthy words, words that sounded like they were dipped in honey to your hazy mind. His fingers thrust up into you twisting and turning until they found that spot that made your body twitch and wreath above him. “That's the spot. Come on, let go for me. Cum on my tongue. I take pleasure in it.” Karaku mocked as he licks your cunt with the flat of his tattooed tongue.
“Shit, Karaku. Her throat tightened up when you did that.” Urogi’s cock twitches on your tongue as his talons tangle in your hair, pulling you even further down on his girth. “Fuck, gonna cum down this nasty throat. That what you want? My cum painting that greedy mouth of yours?” His smile was beyond feral as the talon around your neck tightens to the point where you couldn’t breathe.
Sekido growled as you ignored him in favor of his counterparts. His tongue circled the flesh of your asshole before pushing past that tight ring and wiggling inside. “Don’t fucking forget about me, nasty bitch.” He used his blood demon art to send streaks of lightning through your body, making you convulse and shake – the feeling making your body release your juices on Karaku’s tongue.
“Did I fucking say you could cum, dirty slut?” Sekido removed his tongue, fangs biting deeply into the roundness of your cheeks, nails digging into your flesh. He relishes in the fact that you had to pull away from Urogi to scream out from the painful pleasure of his abuse of your ass. Your blood trickled down his throat and he moaned a little at the taste of it. It was sweet – a potent elixir that coats his tongue. “Fucking delicious.”
Aizetsu whimpered as he stroked his cock, his hand still covering his blushing face. His balls felt heavy as his length twitched against his palm, precum dribbling down the leaky tip. He was trying his best to remain calm, telling them how to please you. Aizetsu was shy, but even he had a limit on how much he could take – and he was approaching it. “Karaku, fuck her pussy hard, but don’t cum inside. Sekido, stop teasing her and give her your cock too. Spread her ass and spit in it. Urogi, have her suck your balls.”
Urogi eagerly did as Aizetsu told him, fisting his cock as he tilted your chin to stare deeply into your teary eyes. “Fuck, I love that you're being such a fucking crybaby and we haven’t even fucked you yet.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, talon scraping over your tongue. “You heard Aizetsu. Open up.” Urogi grinned as he placed his balls on your tongue and tossed his head back and lets out a mewl when your lips closed over them to suckle. “Such a good fucking whore you are.”
Karaku licked his lips clean of your sweet essence as he slid you down his chest, a trail of your slick coating his skin until his throbbing cock nudged at your hole. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm pussy gliding over his length. “Gonna fuck you so good. You gonna be a good little toy and take my cock all the way, yeah?” He lined the sticky tip up with your dripping hole and pushed inside with a low moan.
Sekido spread your ass cheeks, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your twitching little hole. Gathering a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, he lets it slide down past his lips to drip down into the crack. He used his thumb to smear it around and slowly pushed it inside to lubricate it more. Sekido lined his cock up with your tight hole and slowly pushes past the ring of muscle. “Tight ass bitch. Let me inside.” He growled as he gripped your hips tightly, claws threatening to rip your skin again.
You stiffened at the pain of being stretched so full by two cocks, the burn almost unbearable. Your moans were muffled by Urogi’s balls still suckled between your lips as he stroked his cock above your face. You whimpered as you felt them taking alternating thrusts inside you, touching the deepest part of you. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you could feel your body reacting to them, clenching down on them.
Karaku grinned as he felt your walls flutter and hug his dick tightly, sucking him in deeper. His finger squeezed in between your bodies to toy with the sensitive pearl of flesh. He watched as your back arched against him, shoving more of your ass back onto Sekido’s cock Laughing when he felt your nails dig into his chest like that would make him stop. “You’re so cute, slayer, but Aizetsu said to fuck you hard...” Karaku planted his feet on the ground more firmly, his claws digging into your thighs as he grabbed you tightly. “So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”
Sekido grunted as he snapped his hips roughly, bullying his fat cock deeper into your tight ass. A growl left him as your warm heat wrapped around him, hugging him so tightly. “F-fuck...” He whined softly, his face scrunching up from the pleasure. “Squeezing my dick like this. You must want me to fucking cum in your ass. You’re such a filthy little cumslut.” He grabs your hips so tightly, nails digging into your flesh and causing fresh blood to drip down onto Karaku’s waist.
Urogi’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and curled into the air as he laughed loudly, his cock throbbing at the sight of your tears. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking up at me with that face. Those fucking tears make me so hard. You want that? For me to cum on your face like the needy whore you are?” His voice shudders as his hand speeds up. “Or you’d rather I cum down the fucking throat, plugging up your nose so that you have no choice but to swallow?”
Before you could even answer, Aizetsu made the decision for you. “Make her swallow it, Urogi.”
“You heard him! Open up!” The yellow-eyed clone giggled as he pushed his cock back between your lips, dragging the throbbing hot flesh across your tongue. The tip hit the back of your throat and Urogi howls with pleasure as he grabbed the sides of your head to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth.
Aizetsu’s face was flushed even as his blue eyes darkened – his control was wearing thin as his cock throbbed with the need for release. His hand wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside your snug little pussy. He wanted to be the one to fill you so full of cum that it caused a bulge in her belly. Aizetsu bit his lip, fangs piercing the plump flesh and blood dribbled down his chin – which he quickly licked away. Soon. He’d let his counterparts finish first.
Karaku’s hips meet yours as his cock bullied your insides, his tongue out to show the kanji etched on it as his eyes zero in on the way Urogi’s dick bulged in your pretty throat. “Fuck you’re taking all three of us so well.” His fingers tighten around your thighs – they were sure to leave bruises behind, marking you as his. Karaku grit his fangs as his balls slap against your cunt, cock tingling with the tale-tell signs of his release.
He had half an inkling to ignore Aiztesu’s command and cream this drippy little pussy of yours with his cum, paint your deepest parts in his color. But he was kinder than that. Aizetsu has been telling them just how to pleasure you, all while edging himself. “Go ahead.” He leaned up and nipped at your collarbone, sucking at the skin to leave more of his marks behind. “Cum on my cock. Soak it. Y’know you want to.”
Sekido threw his head back, hair fanning out as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Your tight little ass was giving him so much pleasure. His balls tightened as his dick throbbed and swelled inside. “Fucking bitch. Gonna cum in this filthy ass of yours. You’re just a fucking cumdump for me, got it?”
“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” Urogi grins as his talons pinched into the skin of your cheeks as he thrust in and out of your drooling mouth. “Take it! And don’t waste a drop!” With a few more deep thrusts, his hot milky seed filled your throat at such rapid speed that you had no choice but to swallow or choke.
Karaku moans loudly as his hands leave your thighs to squeeze your breasts as he felt you tighten and clench down on his cock as he found that sweet spot, pressing on his repeatedly until he felt you shaking and trembling. “Give it to me, pretty little plaything. Soak me in your juices. Let me see you make a mess like the good little slut we’re training you to be.”
You tossed your head back as you let out a loud cry. “Oh fuck!” You screamed as you came hard on Karaku’s dick, rings of cream frothing around the base as he continues to fuck you through your high. “I...I can’t. Please stop.”
Sekido grunted as he slid his cock out and pushed it in deep – stretching the tight muscles into his shape. “Shit.” He grit his fangs tightly as his claws cut into your skin once more. “Tch.” The red-eyed clone scoffs at the feeling of your blood coating his fingers. Taking his hand, he grabbed your cheek and forced your lips to part. “Suck your filthy blood off my fingers, bitch.”
The metallic taste that covered his fingertips coats your tongue as Sekido fucks into your tight hole with fast deep thrusts as Karaku’s mouth sucked on your nipples, his fang scrapping over the swell of them as his own thrust began to grow more and more sporadic.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Karaku moaned as he slammed into you once, twice, three more times before he pulled out and fists his slick covered cock. “Shit...” Cum paints your lower stomach and thighs as he finished and breathes heavily as your slick pussy lips grind over his half mast dick because of Sekido’s brutal thrusting.
Sekido grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch for him as he fucked your ass with fast, hard snaps of his hips. His cock tingled and swelled inside you as he felt his end nearing. “Slutty ass bitch. You gonna cum from me fucking and filling your ass with my seed? I bet you are.” His teeth grit from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you clean the blood off of them. “Fucking...I’m cumming. Cumming...!” He snarled as he came hard, spraying your insides with his hot cum.
You moaned like a cat in heat from the feeling of Sekido filling your tight, puckered hole – it creamed around his cock because it was so much. You collapsed on top of Karaku, chest heaving. “No...” you swallowed. “No, more.”
Karaku runs his claws soothingly over your back, his grin never leaving his face as he heard Aizetsu slowly making his way over to where you were. “But you only took three of us. There are four of us.” He reminded you as the shy blue-eyed clone pulled you up and into his arms.
Aizetsu cupped your cheek as he lifted you up against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips found yours as his tongue seeks out yours. He swallowed your muffled cries and ignored your fists as they pound against his chest. He lined his weeping cock up with your hole, lifting your hips easily.
“Wait a second, Aizetsu. I ain't get a turn to fuck her.” Urogi said as he flew over to the two of you. “Lemme have her ass.”
Hands spread your ass cheeks, cum still dripping out of the tight hole of your ass. “This ass?” Aizetsu whispered as he slid inside your pussy with one fluid movement, your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you moaned so beautifully for him. “G-go a-fuck-ahead.”
You let out a shocked gasp when the yellow-eyed avian-like demon let out a cackle as his talons wrapped around your shoulders as he lined his cock up with your still twitching hole as Aizetsu slowly thrust up into you. “No, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
Aizetsu turns your face back to his, his tongue – the Kanji “sorrow” etched into the pink muscle – sliding out to lick at the tears that gathered in your eyes. “You can, pretty slayer. Aren’t we making you feel so good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, please?”
Urogi ignored your pleas and pushed the fat tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles, his knees buckling a bit. “Fuck, you’re so god damn tight. Such a horny thing.” He licked a line up your back, tasting the sweat that covered it. “You love having two cocks in your tight ass and cunt, right?”
Karaku felt left out and walked over to where his counterparts were and grabbed your hand. “C’mon pretty slayer, touch me too.” Wrapping your fingers around his cock, he used the movements from the other two thrusting up onto you to fuck your fist.
You wrapped your other arm around Urogi’s neck, nails digging into his back as he and Aizetsu pound into you. You could tell the difference between the two by the pace. Aizetsu was slow, methodical and careful – building up an orgasm out of you. While Urogi fucked into you at an animalistic pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. Your mouth dropped open into a series of drawn out curses, nails digging into Urogi’s back as the other squeezed Karaku’s cock.
“Oi, human!” Sekido growled out, not liking that he was the one left out now. “You got one more hole, let me–” He started to take a step towards them, his cock bobbing as he moved when all three of his counterparts glared at him.
“We wanna hear her.” They growled. The sounds of your moans were like the sweetest of sounds to their ears and they wanted to hear it more and more.
Aizetsu angled his hips so that his thrusts were deep, the thick tip fucking against your cervix with each precise thrust. His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of your pussy quivering around him. “Please. Need for you to tell me that I’m making you feel good, slayer. I need to hear it.”
Each word of his last sentence was punctuated by a deep thrust and your head fell back against Urogi’s shoulder. “Fuck! You’re making me feel so fucking good.” You gave into the hypnotic spell Aizetsu was lulling you into with his gentle and tender touches.
Urogi laughed as he picked up speed, his balls starting to tighten with the threat of his release. “You’re damn right we are.” His feathers ruffled when your nails dig into the skin between them. “H-hey...” He mewled. “Not the wings.” The avian-like demon lets out a screen when your hand grabs the downy feathers near the base of his wings. A shudder goes down his spine as his dick swelled inside you as it began to paint your walls with his thick cum. “Fucking dammit...”
Karaku watched as Urogi fell to his knees, his cock popping out of you as he did so. Aizetsu took that time to turn you around, hands wrapping under your thighs so that he could easily lift you up and down on his cock. “Don’t mind if I do.” He shoved the yellow-eyed clone out of the way as his lips attached to your clit.
The scream you let out was like music to them as Sekido begrudgingly walked over to use your hand to stroke his cock to completion. Your other hand wrapped around Aizetsu’s neck as you moaned those sweet sounding cries in his ear, encouraging him that he was still making you feel good. His lips nuzzled your ear as his voice rumbled, “Cum for me. Let me feel you soak my cock. That way I really know I’m making you feel good.”
“Yeah, our pretty plaything. Cum for Aizetsu and let me taste it. You can squirt, right?” His tongue swirled on your clit, teasing it with the tip as the blue-eyed clone thrust into you so deeply that your body jerked, hand tightening around Sekido’s cock.
“Fucking shit, bitch.” Sekido cursed, the tip drooling with pre as he felt his balls draw up, the telltale sign that he was about to cum. He fucked your fist faster, the slick sounds of it echoing in his ear. Sekido lets out another grunt before he spilt his seed, coating the top of your fist with it. “Making me cum like that...you’re such a whore...” he panted.
Aizetsu bounced you on his cock, determined to make you cum – to make you squirt so hard you passed out from the pleasure. His fangs grazed over the shell of your ear before he stuck his tongue in your ear as he felt you tighten up on his length. “Just let go and be our plaything.” He whispered.
Your back arched like a cat as you felt your thighs tremble, clit throbbing on Karaku's greedy tongue. Your chest heaved as your body convulsed, cumming hard, squirting – the hot clear liquid drenching Karaku’s face and dripping down Aizetsu’s thighs.
“Good fucking girl.” The green-eyed clone praised after he swallowed what he was able to catch on his tongue.
Aizetsu let out a whine as he trailed his tongue down the length of your neck before biting down gently on your pulse point. His thrust sped up until he was pounding into your soaked pussy. “Oh fuck. Oh shit...” He whimpered, tongue lapping at your pulse as he felt his cock twitching. He wasn’t to last much longer. “Gonna cum. Gonna cream this pussy. Say that’s what you want. Please tell me you want my cum.”
In your hazy fucked out mind, anything he said sounded heavenly. You mewled out weakly, “Want your cum. Give it to me.”
No sooner than those words left your throat, Aizetsu gave you a few more deep, cervix kissing thrusts before his hot cum spilled over inside your needy cunt. “Take it. Take it all.” He whined out as he fucked it deeper into you. “You’re our plaything now.”
Even you had to agree, You’ve become the plaything of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu – no, the four clones, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, and Aizetsu.
A/N: probably not my best work, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!
Synopsis: Basically Y/N is feeling a bit needy and is a bit of a brat and Muzan is a sadistic bastard.
Warning: SMUT +18!! , MDNI, Yandere Muzan ! Explicit Content, daddy kink, monster kink, brat kink, degradation, masochism, slight dacryphilia, choking kink, spanking kink, manhandling, orgasm denial, overstimulation, penetration, oral sex, thigh riding, hair pulling, cockwarming, mentions of blood, and whatever else I forget to mention. Muzan is kind of mean but I mean it’s Muzan soo.
You were feeling Needy.
Your boyfriend Muzan was really focused on defeating the Demon Survey Corps and the upcoming war and you knew how important it was to him. You knew he was busy and you know he had specifically ordered you don't bother him while he was working. Usually you followed his orders but all he seemed to do is lock himself away in his lab. And it left you lonely.
Feeling needier than ever.
It had been weeks since you two had been intimate. And you were starting to forget what his touch had felt like. Sure you were a demon and life was unending. You had an infinite amount of time with him but 2 weeks seemed like forever this time around.
So probably making the worst decision of your life you dress yourself in a short red dress that hugged every curve and barely covered your ass. It was new one you had bought just for him. But he's been too busy to see it on you. You curled your hair and put on some makeup and made way to his lab.
You knocked softly.
"Who is there?" Muzan answers monotonously and you knew he was probably not even looking up at door.
"It's me, Muzan," you say.
Immediately the doors open, "I thought I've told you to not to bother me while I'm working, Y/N," you feel your heart drop because he hadn't even looked up at you and he called you by your name. Not doll, or princess.
"I know but, I barely see you anymore," you pout, creeping quietly towards where he sat in his chair with a vial in his hands. His crimson cat like eyes narrowed in pure concentration. " I miss you."
He sighs, "I know, Princess, but you know how important to this is."
" I get that but lately it seems more important than me," you can't help but hiss in dismay, leaning against his desk, admiring his breathtaking profile. You had missed him so your heart ached. As a demon naturally you didn't feel much emotions. But you burned and craved him like he was your own heartbeat.
His gaze flits to yours for a second, "I promise nothing is more important than you, but this is so we can be together without any issues. Remember?"
"Of course. And I want that future with you, but right now I need you right now."
"I'm busy, princess, I promise I'll make it up to you later."
But you're not giving up so easily, you begin prowling around him. Creeping behind him to massage his shoulders.
"Have you even eaten lately?" And he immediately relaxes under your touch. "When was the last time you slept?"
"I am a demon, I don't need those things."
Your hands curl around his tie, nibbling on his ear, he lets out a groan. His grip on the vial tightening.
"Well you can't continue to be the most powerful demon king if you're refusing to eat."
"I'll eat later," he growls. "Right now I need to finish this concoction-"
"Damn it, Muzan, you haven't even looked at me since I walked in here. I know this is important, but you can at least remember me from time to time," his hand grips yours tightly, pulling you in front of him. His crimson stare finally meeting yours,
"I can never forget you, Sweetheart."
You stick out your lower lip, "well it seems like you have. It's been 2 weeks since I've seen you, two weeks since you've touched me. And i know you've said not to bother you, but fuck Muzan, I need you. If you're going to ignore me than I can just go find Douma, I know he'll-"
The vial in his hand shatters, his veins strain against his pale skin, his hand grips your wrist and yanks you on to his lap. Your legs on dangling on both sides. You gasp at the sudden reaction.
"Don't even think about finishing that fucking sentence," he growls, those crimson eyes glaring into yours, his hands grip your waist tightly. "You're fucking mine, sweetheart, and I will kill that demon if he lays a finger on you."
Your core fluttered at his degrading words.
"Muzan, you've been ignoring me the last few weeks," you reply back. "You haven't even what I'm wearing right now and I've bought it for you."
His eyes finally do a fully take of what you're wearing, and his eyes darken, "you bought this for me," his fingers skim the satin material, "let me guess you're not wearing any panties are you?"
"Maybe, maybe I am. But you won't be able to find out if you continue to ignore me like you have been," you run your hands down his torso, feeling his muscles tense underneath you, running them all the way to where they brush along the noticeable bulge that's straining against the material of his slacks. You rub it teasingly, and grind yourself a little on his thigh. But he stops your movements with a firm grip around your waist, his jaw clenching.
You smirk, knowing he was pissed, "You mean to tell me you've been wandering around the castle without panties where anyone else but me can see you?"
"Well I mean you haven't been around to see me so really why does it matter?"
He growls, a deep guttural growl, it vibrates underneath you and you can't help but bite your lip, knowing this man was was mere seconds from unleashing the beast that slept underneath.
"You're really going to be a fucking brat? What have I fucking told you about wandering around the castle without your panties on? You know I don't want anyone else seeing what's mine."
You squeeze him tightly and his eyes flash a dangerous scarlet, "again, you haven't been around so why would I listen to you when you haven't even cared to come and see me? I've gotten lonely without you, Daddy and I have needs. But if you're not here to take care of me than I might as well go find someone else who will-"
His hand suddenly grips your throat, squeezing, "you're being a real brat, little one, you come and bother me after I've told you not to, then you decide to parade around in no panties, even when I've ordered you not to and then you decide to get mouthy. The fucking nerve you have to speak to me like that, looks like I need to punish you. Teach you some fucking manners."
"Fuck you," you spit in face, choking slightly in his tight trip.
Suddenly he's throwing you off of him, rage is in his eyes, shoving you to your knees.
"Fine. If you're going to be a bitch, then you can get on your fucking knees. And I'll treat you like one."
He unbuckles his pants letting them fall to the ground, his massive angry cock slaps against his stomach, the red and dripping with precum, your mouth waters as he takes the belt off and forces your hands behind you and binds them together, tightly. The leather digs into your wrists when you try to wiggle out of them.
"Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth," he demands, but he doesn't give a chance to do much as he's already gripping you by the hair, pulling you so that you're directly in front of him. His cock is right in your face. He looks down at you with a mocking grin. "Aww look at you, utterly helpless against what I'm about to do."
He grips his cock his hands, stroking it a little, before rubbing the tip up and down your awaiting lips. Smearing precum all over.
"You think you can talk to me however you please," he growls, slapping his dick on your face, continuing to taunt you with it. "Think again, slut. Did you forget who I am little one?"
Without any warning at all, he's forcing his cock into your mouth. Not giving you any chance to breath or adjust as it lodges all the way into your throat, your throat not nearly big enough to take all of him. For he was just too massive and this wasn't even him in his true demon form. You could feel every inch and vein humming against your throat, it was angry. You could feel the rage as he began to roughly slam into you. You choke immediately, but soon hollow your cheeks and breathe throw your nose so you can take him in as deep as possible. He grips your hair winding it tightly in his fists, pulling harshly against it while he abuses your mouth.
"That's it, that's much better, having you silent and gagging around my cock. Much better than that nasty attitude that comes out of it," he watches with twisted satisfaction as spit and precum begin to dribble out of your mouth. Your eyes watering as his tip hits your throat repeatedly. As he's fucking your throat, his form begins to change. His black curly hair turns into those gorgeous snowy curls, the transformation causing his dress shirt to rip exposing his corded muscles and ribbons of red that laced around him. You whimper at the sight. He was magnificent and deadly at the same time. "Yes, that's it, whimper for me, whimper at the sight of your King."
You wiggle against the belt that's keeping you from touching him. You so desperately wanting to feel him underneath your finger tips.
As if he can read your mind, he laughs, "what you want to touch me? Hmm? I can't let you do that just yet. You have to be punished, sweetheart. You've been way too naughty. Way too defiant."
You protest, but his cock is keeping you from being able to speak, it- he was relentless against in your throat. He was no longer the soft man that he only was with you. No he was officially the devil, taking what he wanted from you. Using your for his sick pleasure. But you had missed it. You had missed the way he felt in your throat, the way he would pulse inside you, his warmth, his touch. His fucking attention. All of it which is why you had acted out. Your core was aching and you were rubbing your thighs together. The need becoming to great.
"are you making a mess down there?" Muzan mocks, eyes locked on your shifting thighs, never loosening his grip in your hair and relenting on his thrusts. "You've already caused me to break one of my vials. Because you couldn't be nice, you just had to go and talk back, and now I have to fucking start over on that one. What a greedy little slut."
Tears were streaming down your cheeks at this point, your jaw was starting to hurt, at being stretched out so widely and brutally, but you didn't care. You welcomed that pain. His thrusts start to become more erratic and you feel him growing, those veins becoming more prominent as his release was nearing.
"Now be a good little slut and swallow for your King," all you can do is hum, as hot liquid pours down your throat, you welcome the salty taste as it costs your tongue, sucking greedily not wanting to miss a single drop, as he slowly starts to pull out, he smirks as you swallow it all. "Good girl.”
In rapid motion, he's yanking you back up, he bunches up the skirt of your dress, eyes flaring at the sight of your bare cunt. He sits down on the chair and pulls you with him, he places you on one of the mouths that decorates his leg, and you immediately fall against his chest as the wet muscle flicks against your slit. Your hands are still behind your back, so you have nothing to grab you to stabilize you. He rocks you along his thigh, body is already convulsing as the mouth on his leg eats you out. Meanwhile, he's just leaning back, watching lazily as you fall apart.
"You're so sexy when you're writhing against me like this. I love how small body is compared to mine. So easy to manipulate how I want. So easy to just break."
Your arch into him, grinding desperately along that mouth. As it cruelly sucks on your clit and draws circles, you're a whimpering mess. He laughs taking your tits in his massive hands, and latches his mouth one of them, swirling his tongue around your nipple, then he switches to the other one.
"Fuck Muzan,” you cry, and he bites down on one of your nipples causing you to scream.
"Wrong name, slut," but you can't hurl a sassy remake back, for the coil in you snaps, causing your legs to shake and you to clamp around the mouth as your orgasm crashes through you.
"Daddy," you whimper, "again."
Once again, he laughs, "you don't get to tell me what to do, I'll do to you what I want. And you're just going to have to take whatever it is I give you."
Suddenly, he’s manhandling so you’re pinned to the table with your front side facing the table, he adjusts your stance your legs so their stretched wide. He grips you neck, pulling you in for a kiss, pulling you against him so your entire backside is pressing against his front side. He pushes your head down. He skims a hand along your ass before bringing it down in a hard slap. You jump, crying at the sting. But you could feel your arousal dripping.
"You think you can be a brat and get away with it?" He says before bringing his hand down again. "Think again," he smooths his hand along the sting before bringing it down again. Tears stream down your face, at the burning sensation. It stung. But it felt oh so good. His fingers cup your pussy lips, allowing your wetness to pool in his fingers before bringing them to your mouth and shoving them down your throat. He pulls them out and spanks you again.
"Fuck, Daddy, feels good," you cry.
He just laughs, "of course it does. Because it comes from me. Your pleasure comes from me, remember that before you get smart with me." Then he gets down on his knees behind you, his face inches away from your cunt, he grips your thighs before leaning in and giving you a slow lick. You quiver at the feeling of his hot tongue lazily licking your cunt. He continues this slow torturous pattern, lazy circles. Flicking it up and down. Sucking, biting, energyrhing he did was slow. Driving you on the brink of the edge, you were still sensitive from your previous high. You desperately wiggle yourself against him, trying to get him deeper. But his tentacles stop you from doing so, as they slither like vines around your legs, limiting movement. Like a predator finally going in for the kill, Muzan begins devouring you, body wracks in shivers at the overwhelming pleasure. As You could feel yourself getting closer to your peak, his tongue swiftly pulls out. And you glare at him for denying you of your orgasm.
"Muzan-"
SMACK!
"Still haven't learned to address me properly I see, if you're going to continue doing this bratty routine, then I'll continue denying you of what you really. But if you can be a girl good and be obedient for once, then I'll give you what you want. But you have to be a good girl for me."
"Please, Daddy," you beg, "please let me cum, I'll be a good girl, I promise."
"Really? Or are you just saying so to get what you want?" He slaps your cunt, before sinking two long inside and starts to finger fucking you, your gummy walls clamping. "Fuck, are you really this tight? Has it really been this long since I've fucked you?"
"That's what I've been tried to tell you, but you haven't been listening to me,"
He clamps his free hand around your mouth, as his other one deliciously continues thrusting in and out, "you really need to learn to shut that mouth of yours." You sink your fangs into his hand, causing him to growl, "little bitch," you smirk at the metallic as he lets go of your mouth and slaps your ass again. His fingers still deep inside, never relenting. You could feel your orgasm building again, and you selfishly grind again his fingers.
"Please, Daddy," you pester again him sweetly, with puppy eyes, “let me cum."
"I don’t think so, sweetheart, you’ve been nothing but a brat,” he purrs, “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”
You’re practically sobbing at this point as he alternates between slow and fast thrusts, once you’re orgasm would build and you’re walls began to clench, he’d stop and start over. You were shaking at this point, aching with the need to cum. But he was cruel and relentless. But you loved it and this is what you had been wanting when you sought him out. The reason why you misbehaved. You wanted him to treat you like this.
“I don’t know why you have to torture yourself,” he coos in fake sweet voice, “all you have to do is apologize. Apologize , and I’ll give you want you want.”
One of his tentacles curl around your stomach down to your clit and begins sucking on it, and you’re wailing at this point. The pleasure is too much. Too much to bear. Sobs wreck through your body, you’re legs are barely holding you up. No it’s Muzan that’s keeping you from falling apart.
“I- im sorry Daddy,” you blubber, “I’m sorry for being a brat. I just missed you and wanted your attention. I- I was feeling lonely.”
He’s eating this up like a smug bastard, “now that wasn’t so hard was it?”
You’re so so close, but right when you’re about to cum, he pulls out fingers entirely.
“DADDY,” you whine.
“Shut the fuck up,” suddenly your walls are being breached, and his cock is slamming in. No warning, or adjusting, he was selfish with how he took you, cruel-violent. The table was creaking. “Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy so much.”
“Your fault,” you snap, only to earn a slap.
His tentacles shove themselves inside your mouth. Your being impaled by his enormous cock and being gouged by his tentacles. The monster had officially ensnared you in its wrath. Destroying your body as it pleased.
“You really don’t know how to talk to me nicely,” he growls. “But perhaps this was your intention huh? Because you get off on being punished don’t you? You love the pain I give you. All you had to do was wait and be patient, but no, you had to be a selfish little brat.”
Soon he’s releasing into you before you have chance to orgasm yourself, he pulls out of you- his tentacles retracting. Hastily spins around, picks you up so you’re lying against the table, before spreading your legs again, and re-enters you again, making you feel every ridge of his monstrous cock as he split you open, deeply and slowly. Slowly, bringing you to another orgasm. The outlines of his cock could be seen in your stomach, and you moaned at the sight. His hands grip your waist, you’re gripping his arms that are incasing you, your nails digging into his skin. His scarlet orbs never leaving yours as he fucks you.
“You’re being such a good girl now, so quiet and obedient. Look how well you take my cock,” he growls softly, “this pussy is made to take my cock and mine only. Not Douma’s, so I don’t want to hear that bastard’s name come out of your lips again, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you nod tiredly, you could feel yourself slipping into your headspace, as you could feel your walls tightening around his cock again. You knew you were close again, the ache was becoming too much, “you know I love only you. I just was missing you and miss how good you make me feel.”
“I know Princess. And I’m sorry for making you feel forgotten, but I promise I have not. I’ve just been super stressed,” his strokes become slower, deeper, his grunts were becoming more labored you knew he was close too. “This war isn’t going to be easy.“
“I know and I’ve been extra needy - I’m afraid of losing you,” you whisper softly, reaching up with one of your hands to caress his face, loving the way he leans into your touch.
He leans down in between thrusts, capturing your lips in a soft-yet demanding kiss, you moan when his tongue brushes against yours. “You won’t lose me, I promise, my love,” he says in between kisses. “You’ve been so good for me, go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart.”
finally you do, like a big crashing wave, your legs shake as you finally are able to let go, spraying Muzan and he growls in pride.
“That’s it, make a mess for me.”
Not long after he’s releasing into you. Once he’s filled you to brim with his hot seed, he pulls out watching as it gushes out with a satisfied hum. He starts to change back into his human form, but you shake you’re head.
“No stay like this, I love your true demon form.”
“Anything for you, Sweetheart,” then he’s lifting you his arms, and sits down with you in his lap. He settles you so you’re straddling him, and lines his tip with your entrance guiding it through your folds once more. “Now be a good girl and warm my cock for me while I continue my work.”
Synopsis: Muzan calls for a meeting with the 3 Upper Moons and his wife is just s little greedy and Muzan decides to share her.
Warning: SMUT 18+ explicit content, slight dub con, group sex, rough sex, threesomes, choking, slapping, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, slight blood kink, masochism, voyeurism? Monster kink, size kink, oral sex, mentions of kidnapping, murder,violence. So much going on in this.
A/N: first time writing a big group sex thing so it’s probably a bit cringey at times and it’s not edited so there’s probably lots of errors. I am such a simp for these four and have been trying to put them together the best I could. Anyways, hope you enjoy and don’t say I didn’t warn ya 😏
Word count: 7,102
"Y/N," Master Muzan calls from the dining hall, "please bring some of that wine out here."
You hurriedly, grab the bottle and a glass from the cabinet and rush out to the dining room. You freeze for a moment when you arrive. Noticing the Master isn't alone- there's 2 Upper Moon demons siting at the table, your master at the center while one of them sits at his left and the other at his right.
Moonstruck, you cautiously, approach the table, taking in all the guests in a mixture of awe and fear. These two were the real deal. demons after Muzan himself. They were all sitting in one room and you feel the powerful aura that emanated from each of them.
"I'm so sorry, Master, " you stutter, "I didn't realize we had guests, or I would have gotten more glasses."
"It's alright, little dove," Those crimson eyes meet your nervous ones, searing into your soul as usual, making you feel all sorts of flustered.
Master Muzan was the King of Demons. The one that commanded them all to do his bidding. He held the most power. He was also the Devil incarnate because he was able to create demons and to become more powerful he fed on humans. He had an unrivaled bloodlust and was cold to everyone around him. He was cunning, vicious and evil. To everyone but you.
You had been just a human girl, on the brink of starvation when he took you in. He originally was going to fatten you up to kill you, but he ended up finding comfort in your presence and ended up falling for you instead. Because most humans would have been disgusted and terrified of him. But you were willing to do anything to please him. Most demons like him - emotions capable of emotions like love. But you had made him feel much more powerful than his demon army could.
Naturally, you too had fallen in love with the Devil who had saved you. Call it Stockholm Syndrome if you will- but you willingly stayed after learning what he really was. After seeing the blood he shed and the lives he destroyed. You fell in love with the monster anyways.
"Well isn't she a delight?" One of the upper moons cooes, he was ethereal. Like an demon in angel's clothing. This was the vibe the demon gave. He had friendly and inviting smile on his face, but something in those rainbow irises told you it was probably just a mask of the true intent that hid underneath. The one that was full of malice and all things evil. He made you shiver at how someone demonic could look so heavenly. He had pale porcelain skin, and long locks of silvery blonde hair, that swept in all kinds of different directions.
"This is my wife, Y/N," Your Master, replies. "Little dove, this is Douma, he's Upper Rank 2."
You bow your head in respect, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
"my my and she knows her manners too," he kisses your hand with his lips, his touch cold yet shivers automatically shoot down your spine. Something about this demon intrigued you and you wanted so desperately to know the devil underneath those rainbow eyes.
"Lord Douma, if you could please keep your hands to yourself," Muzan warns.
"But I mean she just looks so exquisite- it's shame she's your wife. I'd claim her for myself in an instant."
"You're disgusting," another Upper Moon mumbles to the left of Douma. "Have some fucking respect."
This demon had a more serious aura about him, he seemed more pissed off that he was here. He had hair the color of magenta and eyes like seemed to glow like the sun. His skin was a cool gray hue that had blue lines marking his skin and the rest of his body. He was well defined, as had an open purple vest that exposed his torso. You so desperately wanted to trace all those lines on his chest to see how deep they ran.
"Oh calm down, Pink Head, I'm just paying the lovely lady with some compliments."
"You never have genuine compliments," The Pink haired Upper Moon hisses. "or genuine intentions."
You can't help but giggle at their little banter. All three pairs of eyes focusing on you when you do. You can't help but feel a little shy being at the focus of all these powerful demons. Handsome ones at that.
"She giggled," The Pink Haired Demon says, sounding surprised. "Has she no fear of being around us?"
Muzan looks at you with adoration, "no, my little dove is quite fearless."
"Amazing," Douma wonders, "and she's so fûcking cute too."
Suddenly the doors to the dining room burst open, and the air shifts. As if it was a sunny day and the thunder decided to roll in. This is power this demon had. He had the most intimidating presence of all. He was very tall and muscular, taller than the rest of the demons here. His hair fell into black luscious waves, the ends dipped in a deep red. But it was his eyes that made you tremble. Six pairs of eyes the color of the moon- his scleras a deep red that matched the tips of his hair. He was beautiful in such an intimidating way. If you weren't currently married to Muzan, you'd be falling in your knees in an instant for this man.
"Look who finally decided to show up." Douma taunts, earning a cold glare from the demon.
Something inside you quivered which each step he took. His purple and black checkered kimono billows behind him.
"Kokushibo, you're late," Muzan adds.
"I was busy," the demon finally replies and oh his voice is enough to make you press your thighs together.
Fuck fuck fuck.
You were married to the most powerful demon of all and yet you were craving these demons just as much.
The newcomer- Kokushibo. Who you knew from the character that was stained on his iris- that he was the Upper Rank One, took a seat the other end of the table.
"Well now that everyone is here, we can finally start this meeting, little dove, do you mind getting some more glasses ? "
"Of course, Master," when you looked in those crimson eyes there was a knowing smirk there and you exit the dining room in a flash.
While you're in the kitchen, you can't help but sneak a hand underneath the folds of your skirt, past your panties and feel your arousal dripping.
The amount of power in that dining room had you soaked to the core, flustered and embarrassed at the lewd images that filled your head, you hastily pull your skirt back down and grab the glasses from the cabinet.
Being a little short, you struggle to reach some of them, you try to climb the cabinet but a hand snakes around your waist, pining you between the counter and his backside. "Careful, little one, you're going to injure yourself." He reaches up to grab the glasses for you and places them in your hands, his pale large veiny hands covering your small ones completely.
"Thank you, Lord Douma," you say, a little breathless at the way he was holding you. You could feel something against your backside.
"No problem, little one, I'd be happy to help you in any way," He whispers seductively in your ear, his voice is soft and melodic but the way he speaks, has your nipples straining against the fabric of the flimsy gown you wore.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" You murmur as you feel a hand creep under your skirt.
"I am but I excused myself for the bathroom, sometimes a man has needs to attend to," his hand traces circles along your thigh before reaching the outline of your panties. "I know your Muzan's, but fuck, I can't keep my eyes off you. I want to devour you so badly but my curiosity for you and what you'd feel like around my cock, overshadows that and I want nothing more than to have a little taste of you," he tugs your ear between his teeth causing you you whine softly, his fingers dip into your panties and begin to rub your clit. "Did you know all of us demons have a heightened sense of smell, so I can smell your sweetness from across the room. And I just gotta have it."
"But I'm Muzan's," you protest lamely, arching your back as the circles on your clit quicken.
He laughs into your ear, "that's not what your sopping cunt says right now. Akaza was right. I'm not a man with good intentions. I take what I want, when I want."
With a wicked glint in his, he inserts a finger into your hole, he groans lightly at the way your finger just sinks him in, "so fucking wet for pussy that belongs to someone else."
You shamelessly begin to grind yourself againt him as he begins to fuck you his finger.
"Look at you, grinding on me like a needy slut," Douma cooes, while adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch out your gummy walls. Soon a third finger is added, and you're a sopping mess as he curls them upward immediately finding the spot that makes you scream. "Careful now, don't want your husband to hear you, or maybe you do."
All you can do is whine as he fucks you brutally with his fingers, you hear some rustling, and then your panties are being ripped down, and something hard is poking at your entrance. As soon as it pierces your walls, you let out a wail. The stretch burns and Douma gives you no chance to adjust to his curved long cock as he brutally pistons into you. Your still wedged between him and the counter so there's no room for you to move. Your completely trapped and helpless against his assault on your body.
"Fuck. So. Damn. Tight," he moans in your ear.
You could feel every scrape and every vein of his throbbing cock hammering into you, he was much longer than Muzan was and seemed to reach places deeper, and perhaps it was the precarious position you were in but all you could feel was him.
"Don't stop," you cry, you knew it was wrong for letting Douma fuck you, but it felt too good that you couldn't resist submitting to his control.
"Don't worry, Dollface," he pulls your ass out so it's angled and you have more room to move. You finally can glance down at where your connected, his balls slapping against your skin, that you knew would leave bruises with how hard they were slapping. His thrusts were relentless, animalistic. The counter's edges dig into your skin with each thrust.
Muzan has his rough tendencies, but this was another level, and you were overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure.
Douma's hands travel to your covered breasts and he cups them in his large hands giving time a squeeze.
"You keep clenching around me and I'm going to cum sooner than we both want. Although maybe I should use you for my own personal cum dump, and just take what I want from you."
You're so incoherent at this point that all the comes out of your mouth is strangled garbles, which turns into a whimper when he wraps a hand around you throat to cut off your airway.
"But unfortunately we can't take as long as we want, because your husband is probably wondering where we are," he just continues to babble in your ear.
The possible reminder of Muzan catching you with Douma, made you even more aroused than it should. You clamp around his cock at the thought, which causes him to fuck you harder. You could feel your stomach coiling he continued to pound into that one spot. He kept playing with your airway, with each thrust of his cock he would squeeze and then let go.
"Fuck, Douma, I'm close," you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"So am I, your pussy is amazing, I want to kidnap you and keep you for my own. Muzan is a lucky motherfucker."
His thrusts become slower more torturous as if to draw out your agonizing orgasm, which was desperate for release. You were about to lose it if you didn't cum soon. The ache was too much. Too overwhelming.
"Please Douma, let me cum," you beg.
He laughs, "You can beg better than that."
you pout, but that instantly changes when his speed picks up again, rocking your body with his, "FUCK DOUMA LET ME CUM PLEASE."
He cackles, his rainbow irises bright with amusement, "if Muzan comes in here because of that we are both dead."
"I don't care," you hiss, pushing yourself back on his cock trying to get more.
"Well go ahead then, cum slut, make a mess on my cock," Douma encourages. "If you're the desperate to. I think you're just too drunk on my cock to not care about anything else."
His mocking tone along with his greedy thrusts, has you coming undone.
"That's it, make a mess for Douma," he grins madly, before thrusting a few more times before exploding inside you. You both watch in satisfaction as his cum fills you up. "Looks so pretty with my cum." He grabs something behind him and shoves it into your pussy, making sure his cum doesn't leak out.
"Shit Douma, what if Muzan sees?"
The haze of sex has lifted and you're reminded of what you had just done. But there's no shame or remorse on Douma's face and you sure don't regret a single thing.
"Well if Muzan finds out we're both dead, but it was worth it. Come let's go back to the meeting I'm sure he's wondering where both of us went."
Douma leaves you and you hastily follow after. Arriving at the dining room.
"Sorry, Master Muzan i must have had an upset stomach, one of the girls I ate today before coming here must have messed me up," his rainbow irises have disappeared into crescent moons as he takes his seat next to Akaza.
How could he act like nothing happened just now? Meanwhile, you could feel his cum still inside you, and your cheeks were probably flushed. You had no idea how you looked right now.
As soon as Muzan's scarlet cat eyes land on you, you see that familiar glint in them, and you know he knows.
He was the Demon King after all, he knew everything.
"Little dove, did you forget the glasses as I asked for you to get for our guests?"
His tone is calm, but there's an underlying of a mocking tone.
Shivers immediately go done your spine as you bow in a frenzy, "I'm so sorry, Master I- I don't know how I could have forgotten. I'll go back and get them."
"What a bad girl," Muzan tsks. "You forgot something so simple? I wonder why that is."
"Muzan- I-"
"Y/N come here."
You freeze he never uses your actual name unless it's for a punishment. Ashamed you walk over to where Muzan is sitting, but it's a little hard to with Douma's cock nearly damaging you just moments ago. Whom had a smug grin on his face.
"Muzan-"
"Shut the fuck up and turn around," you shiver at cold and calm his tone was. But you obey nonetheless.
Muzan pushes you against the table, your front side digging into the edge. He pushes up the hem of your skirt and your cheeks immediately heat. All of the demons in this room could see your naked ass. But before you could look to see what their reactions are like, a hand comes down on your ass hard, you jolt at the sudden harsh sting. You look back at those scorching scarlet orbs that seemed to burn into you. Fingers graze your swollen pussy, that's stuffed with your underwear."
"Looks like you've been having too much fun with one of my demons," Muzan states, flashing a glare at Douma before glaring at you again. He tugs the cloth out for your pussy and you cry feeling the liquid drip out of you.
"Douma you just can't control yourself can you?" Akaza scolds and you hear a sudden slash. You turn to see Douma's head being split in half. Akaza's hand covered in his blood. You grimace at the sudden violence but a slap against your ass steals your attention.
"Of course he couldn't," Muzan chastises, "how could he resist such a slutty pussy? Especially when it belongs to me?"
"Because it's fûcking paradise, that pussy is," Douma's melodic voice is back and you see that he's regenerated looking as bright as ever.
"Did he fuck you good?" Muzan inquiries, ignoring the Upper 2, his focus entirely on you and your flushed cheeks and the way Douma's cum oozes out of your glistening cunt. "Looks like he did if you let him cum in you."
You're at a loss for words.
He suddenly grips your throat yanking your had back, choking you slightly, making you look at only him, "fucking answer me, slut!"
"Y-yes," you sob, "He fucked me really good."
He chuckles darkly, "perhaps I should let them all fuck you. Huh? Would you like that? Because you're such a slut my cock isn't enough to satisfy you? So you must have them all."
"Muzan-" you try to plead but suddenly your mouth is being stuffed with something wet. Your arousal pools when you realize it's your panties that's wet with yours and Douma's cum. The stench of sex fills your nostrils.
"Shut the fuck up and get on the fucking table."
Trembling out of embarrassment and arousal you climb on the table, your legs shaking.
Before you can situate yourself, Muzan is flipping you over on your back, and drags your head over the edge, letting it hang. Your legs are spread wide letting all the upper moons getting a view of your exposed cunt.The panties in your mouth are being yanked out and replaced with something hot, thick and heavy. Before you have a chance to process, it's being rammed down your throat without any warning.
Muzan looks at you with a sadistic grin as he plows his cock into your mouth. You could feel the blood rushing to your head making you light headed in this position. But he didn't care to stop at your precarious situation. For Muzan wasn't a kind man when he had to punish. His punishments were cruel and brutal. But never to you. That's why you were so shocked but aroused at his sudden cruelty. Saliva and his precum coated your tongue and dripped out of your mouth, as his balls slapped against your chin.
"What a pathetic little cock whore you are," Muzan mocks, as his cock continues tearing into your throat constantly hitting the back of it. "Who wants a turn with my whore's pussy first?"
"Don't mind if I do," you hear Douma say from somewhere, but your mind is too fuzzy. If you were human, you would have died from getting throatfucked in this position with how hard Muzan was abusing it. You wouldn't be able to talk after this for awhile or ever again if he continued. Suddenly, you feel hands spreading your legs apart, a cold breath hits your aching cunt and when the first flick of a tongue meets your folds, you buck your hips at feeling causing Muzan's cock to hit the back of your throat harshly. A chuckle sounding like Douma's tickles your dripping hole, causing you to flutter. You lose it when that tongue begins swirling your clit. Despite his cold breath Douma's tongue was hot and consuming against your pussy lips sending you into immediate overdrive with the urgent yet hungry way he eats you out. He holds your hips with his hands to keep you from squirming. Becoming a prisoner to his delicious assault. His fingers splay your wet lips open, making it easier to that sweet spot. His slurping noises have you screaming . You weave your fingers into those silky, soft silver locks and push him in as deep as can go.
"You taste so fucking sweet, Doll," Douma hums against your folds. His feasting on you is relentless. The way he swirls and sucks on your clit has you falling apart within seconds. But he doesn't stop when you've cum on his face already he just keeps going. Your thighs shaking as he guides you through another orgasm.
Meanwhile, Muzan is still violently fucking your throat, you could feel every vein of his hard cock as he repeatedly slams into you. It grows heavier against your throat and you knew he was close by the low-yet strained grunts coming from the Demon King above, but before you get the chance to feel his seed down your throat. He's yanking your head off and hot cum sprays your face instead. When you whine in protest, he interrupts, "coming down your throat would be a reward for you. I'm not sure you deserve the reward yet."
Douma, removes himself from your pussy, he guides you up into a sitting position, his face is soaked in your juices, you your lips at the sight.
"So delicious," he praises, before pulling you forward, he reaches for you face and brings you into a hungry, demanding kiss. His lips cold yet, hot at the same time. Tasting your arousal his tongue as he swirls it with yours. You shamelessly lock your arms around him bringing him closer so that you're in his lap, straddling him. You grind yourself on his clothed erection, causing him to coo in your ear. "Such a messy girl, you're making such a mess on my pants. Does it drive you crazy knowing that the four most powerful demons are watching you make a mess on me? Watching you turn into a dirty, greedy, little whore? Hmm?"
You turn into mush at his soft voice that's filled with such lewd words, you continue grinding on him, feeling his massive length under you.
"Yes, Douma."
He chuckles, leaning back lazily watching you fall apart in his lap, while he was doing nothing to help you.
"Look at your girl becoming a slut for another," Douma smirks at a glowering Muzan. You blink your eyes open and meet those scorching scarlet ones. Making you even more turned on. He was currently sitting in his chair, leaned back while stroking himself. His black curls sticking to his face from sweat. A feline, predatory look in the way he stares at you, while you're getting yourself off in another man's lap has you become more frantic- more bold. More needy.
"Yes because that's all she is. Is a good little whore for us demons to ruin."
You moan, gripping Douma's neck, glancing around the room at the others. Akaza was looking disgusted and aroused at the same time. As if fighting an eternal storm in his brain. But the noticeably large tent in his pants said otherwise. His golden eyes meet yours and you beckon him with your finger.
"Come join us, Akaza," you plead. Kokushibo on the other hand was much harder to read. He gave nothing away in those moon colored orbs as those six eyes stared at you with an intensity so strong but it was cold and indifferent at the same time.
"Yeah Koku and Akaza, am I only one going to indulge in this sweet pussy or are you guys going to join?"
"I have no interest," Koku hisses, but his eyes never shift from yours.
"I don't want to share with you," Akaza bites back. "I fucking hate you, rainbow child. "
"But it's not for me, it's for her."
"Plus it's my orders to get to know what's mine," Muzan adds. "And what you'll never get to experience again after this."
"More the reason for me not to join," Koku growls. "Why would I join if I can't keep her all to myself?"
"Because I want you too, Daddy," you plead.
Something in those six eyes flashes, something dangerous that coils in your gut, you come on Douma's lap making a mess, "good job, little one."
"You have no idea what you're asking of me," Koku warns.
"He's a coward then," Douma taunts, flashing the Upper One a charming smile, as he sheds out of his clothes, your jaw dropping as his body was revealed. Douma had a well toned physique his muscles were exquisite and smooth, broad shoulders and a slim waist. Your eyes traveled this cock that you hasn't been able to see before when he was fucking you with it in the kitchen. It was massively long with a slight curve. A good ten inches. You bet. And it stood red and angry against his taut stomach as crisscrossed his legs and brought you back into his lap, not wasting a moment guiding his long shaft into your awaiting heat. You wrap your legs around him, this position was new something you'd never done with Muzan. Every part of Douma was flushed with you. Your tits slapped against his bare chest you rode him in this position. Every inch of his cock was deep and snug against your slick walls. He lets out a strangled moan when you take your nails down his back. There was no telling where you ended and where he started. And you both loved it. He dug his sharp nails into your hips, trying to pull you in deeper.
"Fuck," you both moan, you throw your head back, in pure utter bliss. Reveling in the way he dug into your hole, how every vein and every crevice seemed to scrape along yours. You were sure he was all the way in your stomach.
"You feel so snug and warm against me Doll," Douma praises, his nails digging in deeper. Drawing a little blood causing you to arch into him. "Those idiots don't know what they're missing out on."
A low growl comes from Koku.
"Your blood is just a pretty as you are," Douma grins manically, he brings one of his hands that's covered in your blood. Before bringing it to his mouth. Those usually bright eyes instantly darken and turn feral, the sight of him tasting your blood has you sobbing in pure pleasure. He shoves one into your mouth causing you to choke around his fingers. You instantly taste the metallic taste on your tongue. "Don't you taste divine, little one? Fuck, I might just steal you away from Muzan. I'm too fucking addicted to everything about you. You are so fucking perfect for me. The perfect little doll who takes whatever I give you. don't you all want a taste?"
His words and his actions send you into a frenzy mess and it's not long before your spasming around him, clamping down on him as your orgasm takes over.
"Fuck Douma," you scream.
"I love it when you scream my name," Douma says ever so softly.
Before you have a chance to breathe, you're being pulled off of Douma's cock, you cry at the sudden emptiness. But strong arms whip you around, and without warning a new cock it's a little shorter than Douma's but it is thick, and it's girth is ravenous as it enters you, your head is being pushed down on Douma's lap. His still hard cock being shoved in your face, he just smirks and lifts your head.
"Took you long enough to join us, Pink Head."
"Shut the fuck up, Rainbow Shit," Akaza seethes as he rams into you from behind. His marked hands grip your hips, as he rocks forward into you. Your whole body is jerking at the sudden abruptness. "It's my fucking turn. So let me fuck the bitch."
"Ohmygodohmygod," you cry, "Akazaaaa, you feel incredible."
His cock split you open perfectly. You eagerly took his length in.
"Damn, who pissed you off pinky?" Douma teases, looking at you with a mischievous grin. His long fingers grip your chin and pries your mouth open, his other hand strokes his cock. He smacks teases your half opened lips with the tip, smearing precum on your face. "Open your mouth, little one."
You open up wide, he dutifully shoves your head down on his cock, you hollow your cheeks and slacken your jaw to help take him in. But he didn't really you a chance to adjust as he forced your head up and down his long shaft. Akaza's harsh thrusts causing for Douma's cock to bump down your throat even deeper. Everything felt so good. You'd never felt so used in your life and you were loving every inch of it.
"Now there's a good slut," Douma taunts, "my own personal cocksleeve. Is there anything you can't do?"
"How are you feeling little dove ?" Muzan suddenly calls out, sounding amused. "You're looking quite stuffed there."
To be honest, with the other two demons currently using you for their pleasure you had forgotten about your husband.
"Her mouth is too stuffed with my cock, Muzan, she's not going to answer you," Douma chants.
"Douma you talk too fucking much!" Akaza snaps, his hips snapping in response and then everything falls silent.
Except for skin on skin, and the lewd moans and slurping sounds that filled the room. The three of you were way to into this situation.
"That's it, bitch," Akaza growls as you begin to spasm around his cock. "Squeeze me just like that."
Meanwhile Kokushibo was as silent as ever. His moon colored eyes watching with unnerving intensity. He didn't know what he wanted. He knew he wanted you. But he hated everyone else in this room and didn't like the idea of having to share you with any of them. His cock was painfully hard under his kimono. His knuckles where white and gripping the edge of his seat. But watching how the mess the other demons turned you in, listening to your sweet moans and listening to how wet you were, it was driving him mad.
"Fuck,"' you managed in between having Douma's cock down your throat. "Don't fucking stop. Please Akaza."
"Don't worry, I won't stop until your leaking full of my cum."
Fuck. You were so overwhelmed. The pleasure was unbearable.
You came in white waves, just as Douma's load shot in your mouth.
"Good girl," Douma grins when you swallow all of it.
Not long after Akaza releases in your sensitive cunt with a low grunt, milking it all the way through til the last drop til he pulls out.
You fall into a heap on the table, completely covered in cum. Your whole body ached.
"If you truly want me to fuck you, Princess," Kokushibo suddenly speaks up, "you better crawl to me. And I'm not sharing you with anyone. You're all mine to fuck alone. Understood?"
Douma chuckles, "I don't think she can move, Koku."
"I understand, Daddy."
He chuckles deep and low, sending shivers down your spine.
"Now come to me," he orders.
Slowly, you sit up and get on your hands and knees. Your whole body aches, your drenched in come. But you want nothing more than to be fucked by the Upper 1. Ever since he walked through those doors. There was something about him that made you want to kneel before him and do whatever he asked of you. So you crawl. You feel the others watching you in silence. Even Douma is silent. Kokushibo's eyes never leave yours as you finally reach his end.
He stands up, and fuck, is he tall. He towers over everyone here, he grips your chin with his hands, making you look at only him. Those six eyes burn into every inch of you, "you better pray that you can handle everything I give you. Because I won't hold back. None of these idiots can compare to how I'll make you feel. Not even Muzan. I'll sweep you off your feet," he whispers so no one else but you can hear him. He glances up in the direction of Muzan, as he removes his clothes.
And holy shit is he built by the gods. Now not built by the gods. He is a god. Made of pure muscle. Pure power and pure dominance radiated from this demon. As if he was carved from stone. Not a single inch of him was flawed. You wanted to lick those abs. The flame pattern that he had on his face went down to his chest. Making him look even more exquisite. Your eyes shamelessly rake down to his rock hard cock. Or could you even call it that. It was bigger than anyone else's here. And it was thick. Long, thick and you knew it was going to break you.
"Fucking hell, Kokushibo, I might even be gay for you," Douma replies.
"Okay everyone out. Except for Y/N and Muzan. The other two I want you gone."
"But-"
"So selfish, don't you know sharing is caring-"
Douma is cut off by Akaza dragging him by the hair.
"From here on out, you're mine. With the permission of Muzan-"
"Oh you really think I'm just going to hand her over to you?" Muzan laughs darkly. "She's mine, she was mine before she was yours."
"Why don't you both just fuck me and stop this overbearing egotistical shit?" I ask. "If you both want me, then you have me."
" I don't share," Kokushibo seethes. "I would literally start a war to make you mine."
"But so would I," Muzan replies.
You roll your eyes.
"Well let's just see who fucks you better," Koku challenges.
"Sure," Muzan replies coldly. "Go ahead and give it your best."
"Lay down and spread those legs for me, Princess," Koku demands.
You immediately obey him, and watch him as he stalks towards you. He bends down and closes the distance between your lips. A wildfire burns through you at the intensity of his lips. The way he seemed to command and consume your lips. You barely could breath. You let out a moan when he nipped your bottom lip. His hands start to roam your body, and yours could barely grip onto his back. You were so small in comparison to him. But you were determined to feel every ridge. He begins to fondle your breasts, playing and kneading them like dough. You were nothing but putty in his hands. You reach for his cock, but he slaps your hand away.
"Fuck, Koku," you say breathlessly. "I need you now. Please."
"Patience," he hisses, his lips leave yours and starts leaving trailing down your neck. You arch into him when he begins sucking marks into your skin. He continues you mark and map you with his mouth, until he stops just right where you want him. Over your throbbing pussy. Which was still sensitive from the other demons, so you knew he was going to truly ruin you. He runs a finger along your slick seams and you hitch in a breath. "I love how you're still begging to be used after Douma and Akaza had their way with you. I guess you're not fucked properly enough if you can still crawl to me. Don't worry, Princess I'll fix that little problem for you."
He slowly inserts a long finger, groaning at the way you immediately suck him in. "Even though you've already been fucked by the others, you still need to be prepared to take me. Because I am much bigger than they are."
"Fuck," you whimper.
After prodding you with one finger he adds another and then a third. Scissoring open your gummy walls. He wastes no time curling them upwards and finding your spot. Jabbing them slowly, teasing you. You arch your back, but something stops you and pins you still. Muzan has joined in. But he's in his true demon form. With his white curly hair, and tentacles sprouting from his back. His tentacles are straining your arms, leaving you utterly immobile.
"You're so greedy fucking all my demons today. What, you want them all? Is that it? Am I not enough for you?"
"Y-you are enough i - I just-" you scramble for words, but you're slapped in the face, Kokushibo's mouth finally descends on your clit. " Lies!" Muzan growls at the same time you scream out " aww fuck!"
Kokushibo's tongue delves into every crevice, sucking while he still fucks you on his fingers. You eagerly grind on him, for more friction. Needing and wanting more.
"Koku, don't stop!" You cry.
Muzan leans over you and shoves his cock down your throat again. At the same time you feel yourself being stretched. No- ripped. You scratch the table since your arms are still pinned by Muzan's tentacles. Kokushibo wastes no time hammering his monster cock into you, greedily taking you however he wants. Muzan's cock plunges into your mouth with the same carnal desire.
"Such a good little toy," Muzan says. "Isn't she Kokushibo?"
But he ignores and focuses his attention on where your bodies meet. He could see the outlines of his cock in your stomach. The table was creaking underneath all the weight. Both demons destroyed and ravaged your body in the most inhuman way, none of them caring about how tired battered was becoming. It was a lewd sight. Truly insane. One of Muzan's tentacles curls around your body and down your clit. Sucking on it as Kokushibo's thrusts become harder, deeper.
You mumble incoherent moans around Muzan's cock. Your vision was becoming blurry, your body numb from all the attention it was receiving.
Another tentacle plays at your other entrance, the wet muscle teasing the rim of your opening.
"See you can own her pussy," Muzan states confidently, "but I own her entire body. Including her soul."
With that the tentacle pushes into your hole. Muzan pulls out of your mouth to let you scream. Choking you with his hands. You come instantly. Your body is being overwhelmed the pleasure was starting to hurt because you've come countless of times tonight, you didn't even know how many. But your body was reaching its limit. But you didn't want them to stop. All your holes are being filled and there wasn't an inch of you that belonged to you anymore. You were theirs. Their plaything.
"Shut the fuck up, Muzan!" Kokushibo warns.
Muzan just laughs, and sobers up when he notices how dizzy you're looking, "you okay, little dove? Do you need us to stop?"
Kokushibo slows a bit, caressing your face, "we'll stop princess, if you need us too."
You shake your head, "no... I'm fine."
Kokushibo picks you up, taking you into his arms, kissing you softly, his length still pounding upwards into you while you cling to him like a koala.
"Please don't stop, koku. I want you to come in me," you whine. Muzan is suddenly at your back. Your sandwiched in between the two most powerful demons, and you couldn't be more at peace.
"Lift her for me," Muzan commands softly. Kokushibo doesn't fight this time, he grips your ass with his massive hands a lifts you up, Muzan's tip nudges your other entrance before easing his way in. You whine at the sudden stretch of both men inside you. Both with big cocks and big egos. They take turns hammering into you. You grab Koku by the neck and pull him in for a sloppy, kiss. Moaning into his mouth. He kisses you back with as much fervor.
“fuck don’t stop you guys,” you plead, before pulling away from Koku. Muzan grabs you by the chin and claims your mouth with his you grip his white silky locks, tugging on them as he devours your mouth possessively.
You could feel your orgasm approaching and by the way both cocks were growing inside you, and hips were starting to stutter, you could tell both demons were close.
“Koku- Muzan - I’m close.”
“Makes a mess, Princess,” Kokushibo encourages gruffly, “make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”
“Little dove, cum for Master,” Muzan growls.
“I want us to come together, fill me up, please.”
“Alright,” Muzan says.
A few more thrusts and clenching around them, you throw your head back onto Muzan’s chest as both men fill both your holes up with cum at the same time.
“Awww fuck,” you all say unison when you’re being pulled off and cum gushes out.
“That is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen,” Muzan says.
But you’re eyes are drifting shut.
“I’ll have make you a mandatory part of our meetings from now on,” Muzan says, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
“I hope you understand I’m not letting her go now,” Kokushibo warns. “She’s mine now too.”
Muzan rolls his eyes, lifting you into his arms.
“Well then how about she’s all of ours,” Douma appears with Akaza in tow.
“I don’t share,” Kokushibo snaps, “I will kill you all to have her to myself.”
“And I definitely don’t want to share her with you, Rainbow Shit.”
Douma pouts, “I thought we all just had a bonding moment. We’re friends now you and I.”
In a blink of an eye, Akaza swipes Douma’s head in half.
“You and I will never be friends.”
“How rude,” Douma sighs as he’s once again regenerated. “ I am seriously offended,” he puts a hand over his chest.
“You’re all lucky I let you indulge in MY WIFE,” Muzan reminds them harshly. “Next time I might not be so kind.”
“Guys can you all stop fighting over me?“ you murmur sleepily on Muzan’s lap. Still naked. Kokushibo grabs his kimono and places it over you to cover you up. “What if I want all of you?”
All eyes snap to you, all demons growl. Even Douma is annoyed.
“Sweetheart we are demons, we don’t share with others. We take what we want from others even if that means killing,” Douma explains. “ and us four demons specifically each other’s guts.”
“Fine, then I want none of you then,” you hiss.
“No!” Kokushibo snaps, “ you want all of us? Then fine. We’ll agree to your wishes if it makes you happy. “
“That’s if we don’t kill each other first,” Akaza pipes in.
“No promises,” Douma smirks.
"All right, little dove, you win-“ suddenly Muzan’s head is beheaded falling to the floor with a thud. Kokushibo is standing behind, before stealing you from the demon king, then before anyone can react.
Kokushibo vanishes with you in his arms.
“I believe this will definitely start a war Koku,” you protest.
“I don’t care, we both know the minute I walked through those doors, that you were mine.”
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, but you didn’t mind. He was right he stole you away from Muzan the minute he walked through those doors.
“So where are you taking me, Koku?” Pulling caressing his face softly.
He looks down at you with a warm smile, “I’m taking you home, with me. Where you belong.”
Synopsis: Y/N has woken up and has no memory of who she is. Muzan is there to remind her.
Warning: SMUT 18+!!, MDNI, rough sex, oral, monster kink, size kink, masochism, degradation kink, praise kink. Slapping, choking, tentacles, Kidnapping, detailed murder, blood, slight dub con, kidnapping, a little manipulative, penetration, anal sex, double penetration, gagging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie. Just so much filthy things because Muzan is a sick motherfucker so this one shot is probably just as twisted so proceed with caution!
word count: 4k+
Your eyes flutter open, and the first thing you feel is utter confusion. For you have no memory of where you were or who you were. Your mind was completely blank and you no memory of anything. The next thing you notice is, you're lying down on what seems to be a table.
The first thing that you see, is a pair of scarlet red eyes boring in your eyes. They were so bright and unnerving at the same time. As the source of these eyes came into focus, you could see he was a man, with inky, curly, black hair, which was tied back into a pony tail and had pale skin. He wore a black dress button down shirt with a white tie. He was striking.
"Oh good," the man speaks content tone, as he notices that you're finally awake. "You're finally awake."
"W-who who are you? And where am I?" You ask, in a voice so soft, you weren't sure if he heard you cause you could barely hear yourself.
"My name is Muzan and you are in my home," he replies cryptically. "This is the Infinity Castle."
His name and the place sounded familiar but nothing came to mind as to why.
"And why am I here?"
He just smiles, and there's something about it that makes your skin tingle. You weren't sure if it was out of fear or something else.
"You are here because I found you on the brink of death, you were on the street and you needed a home."
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion , "But how come I don't remember anything? I don't even know my name."
"That's because I turned you into a demon, and sometimes the process can erase all traces of your past life. Call it a new slate if you will," he reaches for what looks like a vial of red liquid from a shelf and shakes it. "Here drink this, this will cure the sudden hunger you're feeling."
As if on cue, your stomach grumbles, "w- what, did you say demon? Demons exist?" You ask in wonder. "So is that blood in that vial?"
That grin turns prideful, "we exist and we are the most powerful beings to walk this planet. And yes this is blood, because this is what helps you stay strong and the more you consume the more powerful you'll become. But only human blood works. Animal blood cannot keep you healthy."
An unsettling feeling settles in your stomach, "so I have to kill in order to survive?"
"Only if you choose to go through this transformation, if you don't I'll have to kill you as I won't have any use for you otherwise."
this man was much more sinister and cunning than he appeared. You're sure a normal human would have been afraid or dying to get out of this situation. But you were intrigued. Despite the fact that he was probably a terrible man and a murderer- you were fascinated by him. Perhaps it was the fact that he saved you from whatever life you had lived before.
"So why did you choose me to turn into a demon?"
"Because I saw something in you that seemed valuable to have," he replies. "Would you like to know of your past? I can show you."
"Sure."
"Drink this," he holds me a vial of clear liquid.
You take it, study it before gulping it down in one go.
At first nothing happens, but suddenly your eyes drift shut and images begin flying through your mind.
Images of your parents and them dying, you being taken in by a man. A man that had looked kind by the smile he wore and the warmth of his hands. But that smile had been a mask for the monster he really was. And those hands ended up being the source of all your nightmares as he did things to you that you didn't dare think about. Finally, the vision ended with your hands covered in blood, as he lay in a pool of blood, lifeless. You dropped the knife and ran.
You had vowed to had never trust a man with a smile or warm hands again.
"She's a murderer!" An onlooker had shouted.
"a monster!" Another had yelled.
But you had ignored them, walking by all of them in silence.
Eventually night had come and the streets had died down, all the people had gone to their homes and you were left alone on the streets in the dark of night. After what you had done. Nobody would take you in. Nobody wanted a murderer.
You held the knife that you had killed your captor to your neck. All this pain would end if you ended it here. But wait. Why did you have to stop living? Why give up your life ? They're the ones who deserved to die. They all ruined your life.
The first house you had reached was a family you knew well. They were the ones responsible for your torment. It made you sick how they could live happily and comfortably after condemning you to a life of hell.
You didn't waste a second as you slit their throats in the dead of night. And the second time in your life, you felt powerful. For you finally had control of your own life.
You didn't stop at the one house. You went to 12 more. Murdering those who had mocked and tortured you. The ones that had stood while your captor had abused and violated you and did nothing to stop him. They all just stood by and watched and then had the audacity to point fingers at you. To call you the monster.
At the 13th one, you found someone had already beaten you to it. You saw him devouring the arm of the man. Part of you was disgusted. But part of you was relieved. The being turned to you after finishing his meal.
"Thought I'd help you out," the man said. This was him. This was Muzan.
"Are you one of those demons? The ones I've heard about?"
"I'm not just any one of those demons. I am the Demon King and I've come to recruit you into my Army. Make you become one of us."
"And why would I trust you?" You ask.
"You don't have to trust me or anyone, just help me rid of the world of people like them," he nods to the ground, his eyes burn with hatred.
"What do I have to do?"
He holds out a hand, "come with me".
You study it warily, "just as long as you let me do whatever I want. I want full control of my life and who I'll get to kill and-"
"There's certain humans I'll task you to kill, but as long as you follow my orders and remain useful, freedom is yours."
You look into his eyes and see a shared look of hate and anger, that's all you needed before taking his hand."
You come back from the vision, who you are and what you how you had gotten here- was suddenly clear. You grab the vial of blood from his hands. He smirks in amusement as you drink it without hesitation.
"Good girl."
That phrase alone has you locking eyes with his and something in you awakens in those scarlet orbs.
"What else do I need to do to be one of you."
Something akin to relief flashes in those cold scarlet eyes, a smirk graces those devilish lips.
He turns a finger down your collarbone that's exposed from the flimsy gown you wore. A shiver ignites from his touch. For a demon's usually cold touch. His was scorching and setting you ablaze.
"First, pledge your life and your soul to me?" His hand comes back up to your face, brushing along your lower lip, causing you to suck in a breath.
"What do I need to do?" You swallow thickly. You said you'd never trust a man again. But this here was no man, he was a devil. A sensible person would run away. But you - you felt the desire to follow him anywhere. Perhaps it was the fact that he saved you. Or that he a really good manipulation tactics and that he just wanted to use you. But you found yourself wanting to be used.
"Let me show you," is all he says.
In a blur, your clothes are ripped off of your body. Leaving every bit of you exposed. Something in the devil's eyes made your nipples harden and yours thighs clenched. Maybe it was the fact that he was completely dressed and you were completely naked. Or he was the Demon King and you were completely and utterly defenseless about what he was about to do.
He leans over you and begins running a hand down your chest, brushing along your tits in a teasing manner down to the apex of your thighs. Every where his hand touched, a trail of electricity was left it in it's wake. Heightening all of your senses.
"Gotta make sure you're in pristine condition, and that you're exactly what I need," with his veiny large hands he forces your legs apart. His thumb grazing your clit, lightly. Which was already throbbing and aching with need. "That fucker that violated you, how did you kill him?"
You inhale a strained breath, before exhaling, the slightest of his touch was enough to have you needy for more. "I cut off his dick and shoved it up his ass, before slitting his throat."
His gaze never leaves your as his thumb begins to rub your sensitive bud with his thumb, "and did you enjoy it?"
You smirk, "I did."
He hummed, "good. I'm going to erase every memory of his touch from your skin and replace it with mine. From here on out, you will belong to me. Understood?"
You nod your head eagerly, "Yes, Master."
His teasing touch on your clit speeds up, "your pussy is already mine. Look at how quick it responds to me and I've barely done a thing to it."
"Please do whatever you'd like, Master. I want to exceed your expectations."
Without needing any further permission, he sinks in a finger, you let out a moan and he lets out a growl. You had never been touched like this. So the touch was foreign odd at first, but when he began to prod his finger between your tight walls, the more adjusted you became.
"Fuck, Dollface, you are tight as fuck," he closes his eyes as if to revel in the feeling of you around his finger, and when he opens eyes again, the red in his irises has been blown away by his black pupils, stealing your breath away. You cry out when he adds a second finger, scissoring open even wider. Not long after, he's got your pussy wrapped around his three fingers. They slam into with a wicked force. Your juices are soaking his fingers in seconds, but he doesn't stop his attack. His grin becomes feral. "You just came from that alone ? Fuck, you are a real gem."
You arch and quiver as he continues to jab his long fingers in and out of you. Any logical thoughts are forgotten as his mouth finally adds to the fray. Sucking your clit and biting it with his teeth, you shamelessly grind yourself on his tongue as he ravishes you thoroughly.
"F-f-fuck," you whimper, "Muzan, don't stop." Tears escaped your eyes, and you pressed grabbed his head and pushed in closer into you, wanting him as deep as he could go. You moaned at how soft and silky his hair felt in your hands. It was so soft compared to this beast of a man. You were so overcome with overwhelming pleasure, it was hard for you to think straight. The only thing that you know for sure, was that you wanted more.
"How could I when you taste so goddamn sweet, so much better than any of the humans I've devoured, baby, you are my own five course meal. So fucking delicious."
His words are so filthy, the way he continues you to wreck you with his mouth has your stomach turning in knots. And white hot pleasure takes over. You watch in amazement as your arousal sprays his face, yet he gleams in pure delight.
He detaches his mouth from your pussy and stands up, grabs you from your neck and pulls you in for a hot and hungry kiss. His lips are demanding and possessive of yours- there's no question for who's in control. He dominates you in seconds and you submit without hesitation. It was almost scary with how you vowed to never trust a man or let one ever control you again, yet you were throwing all that away for the Demon King himself. But you didn't care anymore. You wanted to submit to him in any and every way. Call you insane or call you weak, but you knew the minute you saw him that first night, you were already gone.
You yank him closer to you, tearing his shirt off, your newly awakened demon powers must include sharp claws, because you rake your nails down his back causing him to moan. And it makes you feral as he moans because of you. You grow more feral with that knowledge.
"You are perfect for me, Angel," he praises against your lips. His mouth leaves yours and begins leaving kisses along your neck, alternating between kisses and bites, which would leave a purplish hue when he was done. You grind yourself on him even harder. You reach down and rub his clothed cock.
"Please Muzan," you beg, "I need you."
He drops you onto the ground, "so needy for me, but I need to finish examining you first. And if you pass this test, I'll reward you. Now kneel like the perfect whore you are and open your mouth."
You instantly do what he says, you kneel on the hard floor and open your mouth. He finishes stripping out of his clothes. Your mouth waters in awe. For he was breathtaking. So beautifully chiseled in every way. There was no flaw. He was pure muscle and sinewy. His cock stood proud and tall against his abdomen. It was massive, girthy and long, with a slight curve. He was demon but he was built as a god. No- he was a god.
He closes the distance between you, stroking his cock in his hand. He rubs the crown along your lips, before pressing his head past your lips. His precum coating your tongue.
"Suck," he commands and you do, you suck on his tip slowly, unsure of what to do. You begin to swirl your tongue around his head and the underside. You tentatively lick a stripe down his shaft. Soon, he loses patience and thrusts the whole length into your mouth in one go. If you had still been a human, your mouth would have been torn to shreds but your demon mouth gave you better strength to handle the harsh action. Your throat was forced open wide as he slammed into your mouth. Spit and precum drooling out of your mouth. You try your best to hollow your cheeks you can take him in better. But he gives you barely anytime to adjust and uses your mouth as he pleases. He grabs your hair and pulls out of the way, making it easier for you to take him. He forces you down on his cock, causing you to choke slightly.
"What a perfect cocksleeve for my cock," he laughs darkly, "so fucking perfect," his laughs turns to grunts as his thrusts get more harsher. You sob around his cock in pleasure. His hips begins to stutter, his cock begins pulsing in your mouth. It becomes heavier and you feel something hot and salty shooting down your throat.
Before you can take a breath, he's picking you up and throwing you onto the table. Your back hits the table harshly and you yelp. He yanks you towards him, spreading your legs apart. He runs the length along my aching, in slow, tortuous strokes. Making you whine.
"You did so well, you've passed all of my expectations so far. Now I need to you beg for me."
"Please, Muzan."
He growls, "please what?"
"I- y-your-"
He slaps your clit and you scream, "use your fucking words!"
"Please, Master," you beg. "Fuck me. Please."
He chuckles, "now there's a good little slut."
Finally, he's aligning his tip with your entrance. He slowly pushes the tip in. You can't keep your eyes away from the sight of him entering you. You feel every vein and every crevice as he pushes past your slick walls. The stretch burned and you struggled to accommodate his size. You instinctively clamp around him.
"If you fucking do that, I'm going to cum before I can even start. So relax," he demands, softly rubbing your tummy with his hands.
You take a deep breath and feel yourself relax. Soon he's all the way in and you moan at how full you are of him, at how much he stretched you out by just settling inside you.
He pulls out before slamming right back in. He grips your hips tightly as he begins ramming into you at full speed. The sudden action, causing you grip onto his shoulders for purchase. Creaking sounds and slaps of skin, fill the room as you get fucked by the Demon King. Every inch of his cock plunging into you deeper and deeper with each thrust, and it's not long before he finds the spot that once he hits it you turn into mush. Completely in a state of bliss as he abuses the spot over and over.
"More more more," you chant.
"Look at you so compliant and submissive for my cock," his growls. His red eyes flashing bright with contempt. "I knew when I saw you, you'd be a perfect fit for me and my cock. That's the main reason I recruited you. Was to have your pussy as my personal fuck toy."
You're so out of it. Every thrust and every inch of his cock scraping your walls is paradise. You didn't want him to stop. Suddenly the table breaks, but he catches you at inhuman speed before you can fall. You wrap your legs around his middle, as thrusts up into you, this new position made it hard to tell where he ended and where you begin. His chest was against yours, he took your one of your tits in your mouth and began sucking on it, causing you to arch your back. You grip his hair and drag your nails down his back. He seemed to be able to reach new places from this angle and you could feel the wave building up inside you and you shuddered as you clamped down around his throbbing cock. The coil in your stomach as it snaps and you can feel yourself coming undone.
“Fuck,” you sob in pure bliss from your high.
“You make such a pretty mess around my cock,” he cooes, he grips his hands around your neck. Not relenting from his consistent assault. He squeezes and instantly cum again from just the way he seemed to cut off air making you senses even more overwhelmed. “Like the pretty little slut you are, designed to take my cock like champ. Like that’s your only purpose in life is to satisfy my needs.”
Not long after you feel him growing within you, his thrusts become a little more erratic, but they still powerful to make you shake. He lets out a roar as hot white ropes of cum shoot into you. Your cunt flutters around him, hungry for every drop.
“Yess, my perfect little cum dump,” he slowly pulls out groaning at the sight of the white liquid oozing out of you. He gathers it in his fingers and pushes it all back into you, a hoarse cry escaping your lips. Because you were so sensitive. “But I’m not done with you yet.“ He picks you up and carries you to another table. He manhandles you so you’re flipped onto your stomach and your legs are hanging over the edge. He grabs some restraints and takes your wrists and binds then behind your back. Something covers you eyes taking away your eyesight. He was rendering you completely useless for whatever he had planned next and you could do nothing but take it. All of your senses were being limited and heightened at the same.
You could feel his hands grabbing your waist, pulling your ass to rub against his cock which was still rock hard. Your pussy lips are being pulled and pinched by his fingers. you feel sharp sting on your sensitive clit causing you to jolt at the sudden force.
“Such a pretty little pussy,”is all he says before slapping it again, then without warning,his cock is spears into you again. He feels even bigger than before, as your pussy struggles to take him. You have nothing to grip onto just your front being pressed into the table and his hands on your hips to anchor you as he plows into full force once again. Suddenly you feel something on your leg, it feels wet and hard. It creeped along your thigh. Another thing like it wraps around your other leg, stretching you out even further. Something prods against your other entrance, your ring of muscle is being prodded by it. Something like a tongue flicks against it but that’s impossible because Muzan is still fûcking you with his cock. It pushes past your ring of muscle, a new burning stretch takes over and your tight hole is being stretched by whatever this thing was. It didn’t matter what was teasing to your little hole you were spasming around his cock. You shake and fall apart at the overstimulation.
And it seemed Muzan was getting off of it because he was laughing and praising you.“ now you really look like a fuck doll, a perfect little toy for me to fuck. You should see yourself,” Suddenly your blindfold is being ripped off, while still being pounding into. Your head is being forced by something wrapping around it. It’s the same wet thing that is wrapped around your leg and attacking and fucking your asshole at the same time. Everything was too much. You had no sense of time or anything. You couldn’t tell if what too were seeing was real. But tentacles seemed to wrap around your throat and leg. Another one is pounding into your hole, while being split by Muzan’s cock which looked bigger. His hair was now a snowy white and fell into waves to his shoulders. His chest was the same but ribbons of red laced around his arms, mouths with sharp teeth dotted his skin in strange places and tentacles sprouted from his back.
“This is my true demon form, are you scared little one?”
But before you can speak, tentacles are being shoved into your mouth. Rendering you speechless, as you gagged around them. Saliva drooled down from your mouth and your eyes watered everything was too much. You were in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your body was not yours anymore. It was his. His plaything, his experiment. You should have been begging for him to stop. Begging for him to let you breath and trying to escape this beast. But you could only feel yourself getting more nd more turned on.
“What was that?” He taunts, “I can’t hear you.”
You babble or try to around his appendage, it leaves your throat for a moment, “no,” your voice is barely a sound, “I am not scared of you, I want more,” you wheeze out.
His eyes widen in shock for a moment, before darkening and sick, twisted grin takes over his features, “you should be. You should be trembling under my feet. I don’t think you understand the power I have over your now. For this body no longer belongs to you. It belongs to me and I’ll use it whenever please. Every vein, every moan, every curve and hole of your body, is MINE. Your only use to me is that of a perfect little fuckdoll for me to bend and break however I please. To use whenever and however please. You only exist to only please me. Understand?”
“Yes!” You scream, you’re a sobbing, trembling mess. “Please use me whenever and however you want.”
Your mind is broken, your body is spasming out of control. You are completely lost but yet your are mended by this devil.
“I’m yours, Master.”
“That’s right whore,” he seethes, “YOU. ARE. FUCKING. MINE!”
You cry in pure ecstasy, everything after that becomes a blur. All that you can understand is that his cock and appendage are pounding into both of your holes. You’re being split apart. Every inch of you is on fire. His claws rip into your skin at your hips, blood sprays out. But you keep taking it. You reveled in the pain. It made you feel alive. And if you were human, you’d be long dead but as a demon you could take any of it and you loved it. You loved how brutal and twisted this was. His tentacles wrap around your throat once more. Fingers forcing their way down your throat. You gag and choke from being denied of air and all sanity. He pulls his fingers out and smears saliva on your face.
He roars in delight, “what a filthy little bitch. You’re still so willing to take everything I give you. I love it. You are so fucking perfect for me.”
Suddenly one of his mouths latch onto both nipples your clit at the same time as if every inch of your soul ls being sucked out of you. You lose all feeling in your body. It writhes and falls apart over and over. You lose count of on how many times you cum in those minutes or how many positions he changes to wreck you in. You just take it. Your mindset slipping further and further away from any sanity or clarity. You were only aware of him and inch of you he broke and mended over and over again.
Finally, what seems like eternity, he’s shooting into you again, until you’re completely filled and covered in his cum. “You look so perfect covered and filled with my cum.”
He pulls out. All appendages and mouths detach from you and you’re falling into a heap but he holds on you. Not caring if you’re completely drenched in cum. You’re completely fucked and incoherent but his soft kisses bring you back slowly.
“So did I pass your initiation and requirements?” You ask sleepily. He chuckles.
“You met every single one of them and more. You’re nothing but perfect for me and I want you more than just my recruit. I want you as a my queen and you are perfect for that role. It’s why I was watching you for all these years waiting for the perfect time to claim you.”
“How long have you been watching me?”
He grins, “that night, when you murdered that monster, the both of you were supposed to be my victims. But you surprised me with how brutal you were. How cold and relentless you became and from then on, I knew I needed to have you.”
You’re at a loss for words, his scarlet eyes bore into yours with something like adoration and love. But that’s impossible because he’s a demon you’re sure he can’t really feel any of that.
“Well thank you for saving me,” you say, reaching up to pull his face down to yours. You claim his lips in a needy kiss. He hums in content. “I would love to be your Queen. I am yours, forever.”
Warnings: Smut, Wet dream, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Handjob, Degradation AND praise kink, breeding kink, creampie, doggy style, riding, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, general smuttiness, Sanemi is a meanie but also sweet, Porn with plot
After two agonizing weeks with absolutely nothing to do, y/n decides to finally admit the truth. And face the consequences.
Request: "SO BASICALLY READER IS A FLORIST — LOVES EVERYTHING FLOWERS. LOVES NATURE. SHE VEGAN. AND THEN DADDY SANEMI OVER HERE IS *EHEM EHEM* ALLERGIC TO POLLEN 😍 YES POLLEN. HE’S INTO HER OBVIOUSLY BUT HOW CAN HE GET NEAR HER WHEN SHES ALWAYS SURROUNDED WITH FLOWERS AND POLLEN GETS ONTO HER CLOTHES LIKE EVERYTIME"
This request was soooooo cute to work on 😭 I went through about 100000 plot ideas just to get to this one bc I literally could not choose lmaoooo, hope you enjoy the one i chose! 😉
Sfw Warnings: Fluff, enemies to lovers, tsundere (both sides), crushes, Sanemi has allergies, allergies are curable in this universe idk science, science doesn't exist, awkwardness, yn is mean cuz she desperately needs ****, yn then gatekeep girlboss gaslights her way into some ****
Just breathe for now. Breath until it's time to turn the corner. Breath until you can't even hold it anymore. Breathe.
Almost there, he'd just have to hold it in his lungs for a moment, nothing more. And even then, what was a whiff or two? Nothing he couldn't handle. He was just popping in for a quick visit.
He wrapped around the building slowly, taking his time with deep, precious breathes and savoring the cool air. Spring was always so pleasant even if the lingering scent of florals and pollen stung his lungs like acid. The moment he caught a whiff of the sweet perfume, he swallowed, clutching his breathe in his throat like air under water. He was good at hiding his weaknesses. He'd had plenty of practice.
When his mauve eyes finally met hers, he rose to life.
It was like something clicked in his brain every time he saw her, as if just being near her got his gears turning. Being with her was like chewing taffy. It was kind of hard to eat and always stuck to your teeth, super annoying, but somehow you always grabbed for that second piece, deeming the rich, savory flavor worth all the trouble. She smiled when she saw him.
"Well hey you," she leered, a single brow raised as she fluffed up the daisies that laid on the front table at the entrance of her shop. "You finally gonna buy something or are you just here to nag? I'm gonna start charging you by the minute y'know." The sly sparkle in her eye made his gut twist, sweat beginning to collect in his already clammy palms. He shoved them into his pocket before she could see.
"Nah, just here to see if this place is still fuckin' dead like it always is. No surprises there."
She scoffed, turning her head away in distaste, her hair wagging to the side so gently he wanted to fucking touch it, to run his hands through it and mess it all up. He didn't care if it smelled like flowers either. He'd enjoy either way.
"You're such an asshole! Maybe if you'd stop scaring away all my customers, I'd get more business," she hissed at him. He laughed at the insult, forcing himself to move along with it, despite the thoughts that ate at him slowly.
She thinks you're ugly
He shook his head of the stupid assumption, instead lingering to stare at today's attire. She wore purple today, a soft shade of lavender that went quite nicely with the hair piece she dawned. The homemade fabric clung tightly to her figure, the grains tastefully swirling around her body in the uniform pattern. The sleeves of this yukata seemed to be floral themed as well as the ends tattered along into delicate petal shapes. He liked this one more than her others. It was -
"Flashy."
She turned to him with a confused look, eye twitching. "What did you just say?"
"You look flashy," he repeated curtly, casting his eyes away. Compliments were hard to make, so she should appreciate that he put in the effort honestly.
"Flashy?"
"Yeah."
"So I look too flashy to you?" she inquired, crossing her arms and cocking her hip with a glare. This wasn't going how he thought it would. Shouldn't she be thanking him or something?
"Uh no," he shrugged, "just the right amount."
She turned away from him, bundles of flowers in her arms that were wilted and grey, ready to be thrown out, comically mirroring her patience. He could see the clench to her jaw and strain to her temple.
"You're so... - so clueless!" She stomped off angrily into the shop.
Sanemi was taken aback by her vexed response, hesitantly going in after her. He hadn't even noticed how scratchy his throat and nose had gotten with his distraction. How was she angry? He'd heard Tengen give his wives that line over a million times, and they practically dropped their panties on the spot. Did he say it wrong or something?
"What did I do?" he called after her.
"Let me guess, you're gonna say I smell weird again too?" she remarked, recalling the instance he'd first met her all that time ago when he'd said the damning words, so unused to the smell of roses as he'd avoided them without a second thought. But he hadn't had a reason risk the exposure then.
He felt bad, truly. He didn't want her to think he was insulting her. He didn't want the relationship his parents had, his father constantly demeaning his mother to keep her confidence low enough that she always saw him as better than. Sanemi wanted to make her feel good about herself! She deserved praise from time to time.
"It was a compliment!"
"In what world?" she asked dramatically. He could see how her posture was cringed now, as if to hide herself from him. But the stance was short-lived as she turned back around, finished with dumping her spoiled product.
"You're lucky I don't care what you think," she announced, fixing her hair, "Because I know I look good."
He pinched the bridge of nose and sighed. No, she was lucky she was fun to be around sometimes, or he wouldn't even give her the time of day.
He intended to continue their bickering until he'd felt his throat close, the spacing narrow and whistling with every breathe. He shut his mouth quickly, turning the way he came and walking away, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. (Y/n) noticed his fleeing when he was already halfway around the corner.
"Sanemi? Sanemi, where are you going?!" She continued to call after him, but he went on, his face shifting to red.
He inserted the syringe into himself containing his "medicine" when he reached the safety of the foliage, calming himself and controlling his breathing until his felt his lungs open up again.
Shinazugawa held his own in a normal natural environment, and when his allergies did manage to act up on occasion, he'd always had some light treatments on hand. But being surrounded by pure allergens was something he couldn't handle in excess, his tolerance getting worse and worse with each visit.
When he'd first met her, his endurance was acceptable. He'd managed to survive when the crazy woman had dragged him into her shop for the first time on his routine town visit, pressuring him to buy something. And when he'd denied her, throwing his little insult of her smell, he assumed that would be his cause of death rather than his allergy. From then on, every time he'd pass by, she always berated him, hurling offense after offense at him. He hadn't responded the first few times, but eventually it got to him. The short arguments grew into long visits of banter. He was retired, so it wasn't like he had anywhere to be anyway. And her company was nice sometimes. She wasn't always annoying. She occasionally gave a warm side comment about his glowing complexion that day or lended an ear when he wanted to rant about how stupid his "friends" were. While she always gave him shit about his "animal-based diet" and a lecture about becoming vegetarian, he'd also admired her passion about those things, how fired up she'd get when she'd see someone eating a piece of meat with no remorse. It was... kinda cute.
And he had become addicted far before he'd realized it, his day ruined whenever he hadn't seen her in a while or saw something that reminded him of her. And he knew his feelings had to be true when he went to fucking Uzui for help. His assistance was as useless as it was embarrassing, essentially telling him to dick her down as soon as possible. His wives had given him some genuine advice on his way out, but damn was that guy a pain to deal with.
But even with his recognition of his own heart, it wasn't like his weakness took the hint. He could hardly handle ten minutes being around her now, his lungs becoming so swelled that it nearly killed him each time. He wanted to live to see his life with her, if it were possible. And he decided to finally do something about it.
"I suppose there is something I can do," voiced Kanao, the girl sorting through her collection of herbs and remedies. Thankfully the Butterfly Estate had been fairly calm today, allowing him the audience he needed.
"While you may still have the occasional reaction, I have a thirty-day schedule of injections that get your immune system used to the allergen while simultaneously reinforcing it," she explained gently. She reminded him of the Kochos a lot these days. "But there are some drawbacks. The beginning may be a bit much to bear through, but over time the effects should calm. You must take it every morning at relatively the same time, and please give your body time to recuperate. You need stay away from any histamines for at least a week, as well. This includes any dander, molds, or pollen."
He gulped anxiously.
"That's just advice thought, right?"
She blinked confused, looking him in the eye.
"No."
On the walk home, he readied his excuses for when he saw the florist next. She'd no doubt grill him for answers when he'd have to ghost her for the next few days. He was busy? No, no she wouldn't accept that. She'd believe it, but she'd be angry at him for not giving her any attention for so long. He was sick? Maybe, but she would definitely look down on him for being so weak as to need recuperation time. But it wouldn't even matter how mad she'd be at him for his absence. He'd finally be able to prolong his time with her. Take her out on dates. Cuddle together. Do... other stuff together. It would take time to build up the relationship, but he had no doubt that she returned his feelings. He saw the way she looked at him, the way she'd purse her lips and flush when her eyes fell to his fit chest, the way she'd bat her lashes at him when she'd catch him studying her as well. She'd even told him that she only liked big, stupid guys. He definitely wasn't stupid, but he got the idea.
It would only be a matter of time now before it was all possible. Almost there.
-
She brewed over his disappearance, questioning why Shinazugawa had been gone all of five days now. Surely, she hadn't hurt his feelings that much the last time she'd seen him. But maybe it was a possibility as her mother had always complained of how rude she was. But Sanemi was used to it by now, right? Okay, perhaps she was a bit mean, but he was just so stupid sometimes! Flashy? That was considered a compliment to him? It was his fault for not knowing better.
But, none-the-less, she pouted, joylessly selling to a few customers before deciding to close up shop early today. She should go give him a visit. Just to make sure he's alive, of course. Not because she missed him or anything...
-
This was torture. He remembered that Kanao had said it was gonna get bad but not this bad. Even he was struggling, and he'd been tortured by demons for fuck's sake. He hacked all day, his skin rashed up, he had to take several trips to the bath to steam his swollen throat open enough so he could breathe. It made sense why he couldn't get more exposure to aggitants. It probably would've killed him.
But he kept going, reminding himself of why this was all worth it. How amazing it would be to sniff her hair and kiss her lips. How soft she would feel in his hands and against his calloused, rough flesh. He wanted to know how her neck tasted, how her perfume smelled when it wasn't suffocating him. He'd spend all of eternity just studying her and everything that made her so... so... vexing.
A knock at his door tore him from his fantasies. Who the hell could that be? He left the bathroom, staggering toward the door and fixing his falling robe simultaneously. Was it Kanao? But she was always so busy, why the hell would she come out here?
Sanemi weakly opened the door, eyes going wide.
"Surprise!"
He stumbled back, throwing a hand over his nose and mouth. Just the slight breeze that came, wafting her scent to him was enough to make him choke. Oh, fuck that hurt.
"I thought you were dead or something, so I came to check on you! I know, I'm so nice," (Y/n) purred, obviously pleased with herself. "I brought flowers just in case you'd need a quick burial - Lilies! Always gotta be prepared, y'know?" She shoved them toward him carelessly, distracted with his horrid appearance.
"What the hell happened to you?" she questioned, her eyes scrunching in disgust. He looked like he actually had died.
"G-get out..." he croaked, feebly pushing her away. His vision began to get blurry with his poorly received oxygen.
"You need help 'Nems. Let me-"
"No!" he shouted abruptly, the woman flinching back in shock. She'd never actually heard him... yell at her before.
"G-get the f-fuck outta here!" He pushed at her again, causing her to trip back and fall onto the graveled path. Tears stung her eyes as her bottom bruised. He turned back to the door, tossing the bundle of lilies away onto the dirt and slugging back into the house, coughing violently as he went.
Another wave of daze passed through her body as he slammed the door closed, the loud sound sending a jolt up her spine. Her mouth still hung open.
It seemed like years before she slowly rose up, body still trembling. Her walk home was silent. But not literal silence, the journey would've been silent regardless since it would've been only herself as company - this was mindless, empty, meaningless, lifeless silence. Not a single thought managed to pass through her skull, her movements relying solely on muscle-memory. Her mouth still hung open.
Only when she had reached her own doorstep did the waterworks start. Tears never stopped flowing as she sadly waddled to her bed and fell to it, harshly sobbing into her pillow.
He had never yelled at her like that before. Ever. Not even when she'd thrown dirt down the back of his shirt or doused him with pot water. By the time she'd woken up from crying herself to sleep, her eyes were puffy and red, her mouth dry and bitter. She'd barely managed to carry herself into work, her face downcast and miserable, very few customers coming to visit. But she couldn't care less.
His symptoms thankfully calmed down in the following days, his lungs opening up and skin clearing. He forced himself to relax through it, stopping his brain from replaying what had happened until he would be able to properly cringe at his own actions. And when he had gotten better and able-bodied, God was it awful. Was he harsh with her? Yes. Was it necessary? ...Yes? How else would he have gotten her to go away? Had he been any more gentle, she would've fought her way into the house, and he would've keeled over dead. Being an asshole was manditory sometimes.
But, he knew every dirty dead should be met with a good one when it came to women, so here he was, on his was to say he was sorry or whatever. It'd been a week like Kanao had said, so he could tolerate being around her for a second.
"Your boyfriend is coming," squealed the old woman from the shop next to hers, the lady's lips curled like a cat's.
"Huh?" (Y/n) snapped from her expressionless state of plucking the petals off sunflowers.
"That tall man with the scars you're always hanging around - I saw him in town buying candies when I'd gotten my groceries. I think he's coming this way!"
Oh fuck!
She bolted into her shop, finding a mirror to do some quick makeup and fix her hair. Thank goodness she'd made herself dress nice today. She wasn't about to dump him looking like a slob.
The girl came out just in time to catch a glimpse of him turning the corner, her appearance put together and pretty.
"Hey," she heard next to her. Her eyes flickering to him slowly then turning back. She resumed weaving together bouquets at her bench.
Sanemi scoffed at her obvious silent treatment. It didn't help that she looked so fucking hot today, her dress a dark shade of green with red accents that matched her lipstick. Fuck, here he was getting turned on when he needed to apologize.
"Uh, sorry about the other day. I was, uhm.... sick." He held the box of sweets out to her, a cute pink bow tied at the top. When she didn't take it, he set it down on the table adjacent to her.
(Y/n) pressed her wobbling lips together, still refusing to look at him before getting up and going to the table. She swiftly pushed it into the store and pulled closed the doors, locking them and gathering her things. She couldn't do this. Tears were already threatening her waterline before he'd even started talking. She couldn't tell him off with her mascara was running. How pathetic would that have been?
He followed after her, muddled by her strange behavior, or lack thereof. "Where are you going?" the man demanded.
It was easy to think of something hurtful to respond.
"I have a date." She walked slowly, giving him ample time to catch up.
His teeth nearly broke with tension. He was next to her instantaneously, far closer than she wanted him to be. She turned away so he wouldn't witness her glazed eyes.
"A date?"
"Yep."
"A fuckin' date?"
She didn't answer any further, only continuing to stroll about and praying that he wouldn't follow her all the way. Of course, she wasn't going on any date. But he didn't need to know that. And she didn't want him finding out either.
And her wish came true, Sanemi pausing in his step as she trailed on. She heard what he'd mumbled under his breath as he turned back the way he came.
"Fuck this."
(Y/n) wished she'd felt better after that, but her depression only grew. Going to work every morning felt hopeless now that she knew there was no chance Sanemi would come to visit. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed their bickering and arguments, missed how his nose would scrunch up when he was agitated, missed how he'd lean up against her booth to get closer to her. She missed how he'd smell when he'd stop by after his workout, and how his skin would glisten with sweat during a hot day. But most of all, she missed seeing him smile, that stupid little smirk he'd give her when she'd say something especially mean before he'd give that attitude right back at her.
She should've just accepted his stupid apology, even though her feelings were still hurt by his blatant disrespect of her. Even if he had been sick, she would've helped him in a heartbeat. It would've been like the romance novels she'd read of nurses falling in love with their patient during treatments. She wasn't a very good cook, but she could've whipped him up something good to eat. She could've helped him so much, but he didn't let her. As if he didn't trust her. As if she wasn't important enough.
But maybe it was for the best that things worked out this way. Maybe things weren't meant to go well for them. If they couldn't handle a small little thing like this, how would they have made it through worse?
"I think he'd like these."
(Y/n) jerked up from her spell, aiming to find the owner of that soft, feminine voice.
"Those are nice! Oh - how about these ones too!"
She found two young visitors, a serene dark-haired girl with rosy eyes and a tender-looking boy with red hair. They seemed to be a couple, implied by their embraced hands.
As negative as her mood was, the woman still needed money and, therefore, customers. She slouched over to them.
"Shopping for a special occasion?" she asked with about as much gusto as she could muster, which was little. The boy smiled brightly regardless of her lack of vigor.
"Just looking for something nice for a friend! He actually lives around here, maybe you know him?" He chirped. The girl next to him scoffed quietly.
"I wouldn't bet on that."
(Y/n) furrowed at her. "You sure? If he lives around here, I've probably seen him around."
The boy turned to his female companion, giving her an encouraged look. His innocence was honestly tear-jerking. "Yeah, maybe's she's seen him around." He turned back to the woman. "He's kinda tall and really... scary looking."
She chuckled, nearly thinking he was talking about Sanemi. But there was no possibility in her head that him and this genuine, pure-hearted young boy had ever crossed paths. "With white hair?" she joked, shaking her head.
"Yeah! You've met him?"
She broke from her giggling, gawking at him with wide eyes.
"S-Sanemi?"
"So, you have met him!"
She quickly crossed over her arms, tucking her head to the side with a boiling anger. "Unfortunately," she quipped, not really in the mood to discuss it further. The last thing she needed was a damn conversation about him.
"Really?" the girl inquired, a brow raised, "that's surprising - given his allergy."
She laughed. "Allergy? What could he possibly be allergic to? Joy? Laughter? Happiness?" She wouldn't be surprised by any of it quite honestly.
The brunette blinked at her, waving her hand about the room.
"Oh, you know. Dander, molds, pollens," she listed. "Flowers."
Her mouth went dry. No. No, that couldn't be right. She wouldn't known if he was.
"F-flowers?" she repeated, hoping for some kind of misunderstanding.
"Yes. I hope he hasn't been around here for some while though. I gave him very crucial instructions to not go near any allergens for a bit."
...What...
"Wha- I don't-" she was at a loss for words. "That's... impossible! Why didn't he tell me?!"
The boy stepped toward her. "Well, you seem to know him well. He gets kinda embarrassed about that stuff," he said, obviously aiming to comfort her in her distress.
No wonder his visits were always so short and spontaneous. Oh god, she'd even shoved some of these in his face sometimes so he could get a whiff. Her mind reeled with all those times he'd turn to cough or sneeze. All those times he'd grow red in the face and excuse himself. All those times he'd go still, as if he were holding his breathe. But she'd always thought he had anger issues or something and was using coping mechanisms. Not that he was literally dying!
The two strangers looked at each other in confusion as she had her meltdown, waves of guilt and regret setting upon her. She hadn't even noticed until they were at the counter to check out that they were intending to leave. She'd helped them, of course, afterwards stopping them as they met the trail, changed into her emergency clothing she'd kept in the shop for when she'd come unprepared. And another... hidden.... gift for later on, if things went smoothly.
They made very decent conversation as she accompanied them on their journey, telling tales of their own adventures in their former dangerous work. The stories truly scared her, as she'd had the luxury of never running into that sort of threat in her life. But the stories were also just as devastating. She'd realized then just how little she'd actually known about Sanemi. She hadn't known he was a demon hunter. She hadn't known he'd put his life at such risk. She hadn't even know about his family, nor his brother Genya he'd lost at the end. More guilt began to eat at her. How could she have been so self-absorbed as to never question his past? She could blame his own severe privacy, but she knew it was her own fault as well. Perhaps her actions really were disrespectful. With all he'd gone through, the least she could've done was be nice to him for once. She... should apologize.
When he opened his door, the shock on his face was evident, but it quickly dissolved into bitterness.
"What're you doing here?" he hissed.
Her wavering smile thinned. Oh god this was going to suck.
Dinner was just as tense, the man certainly not appreciating the humorous gift he'd received by the young couple. The bouquet had met the trash bin before they'd even sat down. It only seemed to worsen after they'd begun to eat. Deafening silence and slow chewing filled the room, every attempt at small talk (mostly contributed by the boy she learned was named Tanjiro) was promptly met with a sharp, silencing glare by Shinazugawa. But (Y/n) did appreciate the boy's efforts, as it would momentarily remove his eyes from their lock onto her. Even when she wasn't looking, she could feel the weight of his scowl, the negativity that radiated off of him in nauseating waves. It was honestly not surprising that he was so livid. He'd gone though all trouble to cure himself just to be left high and dry. It was going to take a bit of work to talk her way out of this one...
"Uhm, it was nice to see you again, Sanemi... Good luck with your, uh, illness?"
Kanao pinched his side, and he yelped.
"Yes, it's been fun," she added. "Well, I think it's best we get going. I'm sure you two would like some time to talk." She practically dragged him out of the door, Kamado muttering a few more encouraging goodbyes before cutting out as she slid the door shut behind them, finally leaving the estate.
(Y/n) kept herself composed through it, giving a fake smile and waving as they scurried. She was desperate to finally get a chance to actually talk, albeit being a tad bit nervous with his mood. But he was always a smidge angry, so she already expected some level of pettiness.
What she hadn't expected was for him to ignore her entirely. As she turned around in the absence of Tanjiro and Kanao, she was met with utter abandonment, Shinazugawa swiftly cleaning up the table. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot and waiting oh-so-patiently for this little bit to be over with. Yes, she remembered when she did the same to him when he had tried to apologize to her all that time ago.
"Giving me a taste of my own medicine, huh?" she finally pestered, getting annoyed with his blindness. He gave nothing but a huff, continuing to gather plates and eventually heading into the kitchen. The woman followed after him, an urgency to her step.
"Sanemi, don't you dare try to worm your way out of this one!" She found him setting the dishes into a bin, clearly more interested in washing them than talking to her.
"Why didn't you tell me about your allergies? Or anything else for that matter?! I didn't know about your job or family - I didn't even know you'd ever had either!"
His dish-scrubbing got faster, harder, likely scratching up the delicate ceramic. But his mouth remained sewn shut in a thin line just waiting to crack.
She calmed, her shoulders falling a bit.
"Was I not important enough to tell?"
And he finally snapped.
"What the fuck do you care?!" He violently threw down the dish he was holding into the tub, the material shattering. (Y/n) jumped slightly, not anticipating him to behave so wildly. It gave her a flash of their previous scuffle when he'd hurt her so deeply. His reply only saddened her.
"I'm sorry," she sighed in a cracked voice, eyes glazing over. "I-I'm sorry I wasted your time, I'll leave."
The sniffles and weak patter of her feet as she away tore at his heart strings.
Of course, he was still mad at her, but he didn't her to fucking cry about it. He didn't really... like hearing her cry - no, scratch that, he fucking hated it. Hell, he'd known his distaste for it the day she was whining to him that some jerk had yelled at her for bumping into him and making him to drop all his food, her eyes all wet and red with fat tears. He'd, of course, found the worthless asshole and torn him a new one, but he never quite gotten over how horrid her sadness had made him feel, the pit in his stomach. She'd told him multiple times that she didn't like getting screamed at. He recalled finding it cute at the time, how such an angry, foul-mouthed women could dish but not receive, lest she fall apart. And the realization only begged the question - how had she reacted to him lashing out at her all that time ago? He didn't even want to think about it.
"Wait," he finally spoke, halting her pitiful waddling. He came out to the front room to find her, her body still facing the door and shoulders shaking despite her silence. He had to physically stop himself from comforting her physically. Finally, she looked back at him, eyes teary and wet, her eye makeup smudged.
His hands dragged down his face, a heavy sigh falling upon his lips with long frustration. "Listen... I didn't say anything 'cuz..." He droned off a bit, stubborn in his admission. "Cuz it was... it was just stupid."
"It's not stupid!" She voiced, wiping her eyes and turning to him. "But it's my fault too. I should've asked instead of nagging all the time, huh?" She chuckled softly. It eased him to hear her laugh, but he could still see new tears falling down her cheeks.
"No, no, I guess I should have said something. But that shit's not important to me, I'm not a fucking baby."
"Talking about your feelings doesn't make you a baby. I want you to be sensitive with me!"
He scoffed at her, jerking his head away. No way she liked when he got all soft. She was just saying that to spare his feelings, he thought. She frowned at him.
"Why'd you keep coming to visit when you knew you were allergic."
His face flushed a little, his neck getting hot. "Just... wanted to see you, I guess..." he mumbled with a shrug of his shoulders.
She felt her heart melt and cooed, "Oh my gosh-"
"Ugh, shut up," he groaned, still burning with embarrassment. She practically purred with her curled smile, skating over to him with open arms and wrapping them around him for a tight hug. He cringed back uncomfortably at first but eventually gave into it, realizing she wasn't going to back down anytime soon. Anything to make her stop fucking crying. (Y/n) could feel his body heat rise. "You're so sweet~ I'm sorry I lied last time when you came over. I didn't have a date."
He paused and looked down at her with a dark stare. "What."
(Y/n) back away slowly, giving an apologetic smile. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you mad because you were so mean to me."
Sanemi grimaced at her, his anger rising. "What- you-" he stopped himself, "Y'know what? Fine, I guess that's fair," he sighed. "Sorry I was 'mean' to you."
She grinned at him brightly. "So... are you all better now? No allergies or anything?" Sanemi shrugged again at her. "I guess," he muttered, "I just have to take it easy for a while."
The woman pouted. "Aw, I guess that means no kissing then."
"Wha- I didn't say that!"
She laughed, taking much joy at his despair. But he didn't fret for long as she strode back to him, rising to her tip-toes to give him a modest peck on the lips. It wasn't their first kiss, strangely enough. There were plenty of times when she'd lost a bet with his set reward being some lip-locking. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed those rare instances, sometimes purposely losing so he'd make the first move with her only appearing to be upset. But it wasn't just kissing that she was aiming for.
As she'd hoped, he pulled her closer from her teasing exchange for a deeper embrace, pressing his mouth against hers nearly desperately. The passing of tongues was instantaneous as their mouths opened to breathe. As usual, he tasted of sweetness, a honeyed melt that coated her tongue being overtaken by his. He always wanted the lead after all. And right on cue, he began roaming his hands about her form.
That's as far as he'd gone in the past, only brief, respectful groping here and there, around her waist, behind her thigh. Getting him to venture further hopefully wouldn't be too difficult.
But her shitty luck said otherwise after several celibate minutes of necking, so she decided to take the lead for a change. Clearly letting him take control wasn't getting them very far, given that it'd taken him nearly a year to even open up. (Y/n) trailed down his lips, kissing and nibbling along his jaw, giggling at his sudden tensing. Dear god, he practically whined when she got to his throat, sucking at his adam's apple that bobbed as he swallowed. But her command didn't last long as he gave an annoyed growl, wrapping two thick hands under her thigh and jolting her up so they could wrap around his waist. She almost didn't register his teeth attacking her neck when her back was suddenly pressed against the cold wood of the wall she swore was several yards away only a second ago.
"S'nemi..." she whined weakly, high off her mind. The moment felt unreal, her having spent so long fantasizing about this very thing. Too long, in fact. He held her with such ease, regardless of his hand injury, his mouth having a mind of its own as it roamed about her sensitive flesh, leaving dark markings in their obsessive wake.
"Wanna-," He panted, absolutely breathless, "wanna fuck you."
(Y/n) froze, flustered by his sudden confession but somewhat understood as a hard presence poked at her from below, signaling the beginnings of an impressive erection.
"C-can't you ask a little b-better than that?" Despite her trying confidence, her desperate body couldn't help but gyrate against him, hungry for more warmth and friction. He snarled against her pulse.
"Please - shit - please lemme fuck you."
Her back was pressed further into the now heated wooden wall, cornered by his large form. His own hips seemed to speed against hers, gentle but thorough, grinding up into her core deliciously and drawing out a slurred moan. Her breath stuttered as his hand crept up to her nape, fingers wrapping around her neck in a hot caress, his lips leaning up to graze her ear.
"I'll make you feel so damn good-" his teeth rand along the shell of her earlobe, his sultry breath sending a shiver down her spine, "wanna take my time with you, get you so riled up you can't even think straight," he whispered.
Oh god, just the thought of letting him have her left her legs shaking around his waist. The man might've been lacking in the romance department but goddamn, she bet he was an absolute fuck-machine with all those years of training and hard-work. He could probably ruin her if he wanted to. But she wanted that power too. She wanted him just as desperate for her touch and attention, just as cold without her body, just as useless without her direction.
(Y/n) locked eyes with his confused stare as she slowly crept out of his hold, her legs carefully lowering to the floor, hands dragging down his front. His mouth practically dropped open as the realization began to settle onto him of what she was doing. Sanemi only continued to ramble on as she descended, his vigor and confidence increasing tenfold while she dropped to her knees. His hands mindlessly wrapped into her hair. Her perfect fucking hair.
"Gonna fucking ruin you, have you screaming for me to break you. Ain't nobody even gonna look at you when I'm done," he rumbled darkly.
She blinked up at him in annoyance before rolling her eyes.
"You talk to much," she chirped before drawing her hands to his hips.
His breathe hitched as her paws finally met his bulge, her mouth watering at the thick shape while she steadily kneaded it like a kitten. Shinazugawa could do nothing but gape at her eagerness, throwing his head back and letting out a long groan. She seemed satisfied enough with the reaction and finally pulled open his robe.
She gasped as his cock sprung out, bare and swollen, no covering whatsoever. Although shocked at his strange lack of any undergarment, she couldn't help but marvel at his length, so long and thick. Her hands seemed so small compared to it, so tiny as they worked together to wrap around the hefty root. (Y/n) really shouldn't have been so astounded by his size, as he'd boasted many times of his generous package. But she'd always thought he was lying then, ashamed of himself like all the other men who bragged of the same thing. But, apparently, he was truly honest. Hell, it was even bigger that he'd described!
She bravely leaned in, closing her lips to the very tip where a droplet of pre had begun to arise. She sweetly kissed it, her tongue gently slipping out to lick up the opaque drop. A string of mixture followed her retreating mouth, stretching between the two and snapping into nothingness.
"Oh fuck," Sanemi sighed, looking down at her with an expression she could only describe as helplessness.
With one more flick of her gaze, she descended onto his cock, carefully taking as much as she could between her lips until the length had grazed her uvula. She pushed down the urge to gag, breathing deeply through her nose before pulling off, sucking her cheeks in and slurping hard on her way to oxygen. Drool gushed down her chin when she pulled back, her lips and tongue fluttering along the underside of his cock, tracing a throbbing vein that pulsed for attention.
His hands moved from her hair to her face, caressing her cheeks tenderly while she kissed and licked and sucked, absolutely worshipping him. Maybe she'd felt bad for upsetting him, maybe she'd wanted to reward his commitment to her, maybe she'd just wanted to suck his dick. Hell, he didn't much give a shit, not when she was doing so fucking good, giving him all the admiration he could've hoped for. Whatever she lacked for in experience, she made up for in unadulterated passion, laving her kitten tongue up his girth with sloppy wet kisses and sucking tightly at the thick head.
"Oh fuck - keep going, just like that sweetheart. Fuck."
It wasn't long before Sanemi felt the comings of release with how pent up he was, having not even pleased himself after their last fight, his balls swollen and just begging to empty. Sure, he could've stuck things out a bit longer, taken her out on a couple of actual dates, worked his way up all the stupid goddamn bases, but with how things were going, he couldn't think of any good reasons why he shouldn't knock her up after this.
Enjoyment course through her veins as she worked, every thread of of stress, tension, and worry draining from her body with each swaying motion. Her lips had a mind of their own it seemed as they wrapped around him like a suckle, milking him mindlessly and wavering only to get air through her lungs. She could feel his cock twitching in her mouth sporadically, his pulse quickening as he panted deeply above her. (Y/n) went even deeper, her gag reflex begging for reprieve but she silenced it, throating his cock as far as she could without giving out. Her legs pressed together as arousal pooled from her empty center.
His eyes rolled back, and he bucked without thinking, lodging himself as deeply as possible, causing her to choke out startled until a hotness smoothed down the back of her throat. Her wide eyes calmed with the warm balm, cum pumping rope after rope into her stomach. She relaxed into it quickly, kneading his tensed thighs and bobbing her head softly to help him ride it out the waves of euphoria.
His muscles finally eased as he finished, now letting out soft groans as she warmed him with her mouth. He took a moment to admire her, how disheveled her pretty hair was, how ruined her makeup looked, how amazing she felt. He took a mental photograph of it all before pulling out, parting from her lips with a deliciously wet noise. A thread of come dripped his slit, but her tongue was quick to lick it up before it fell.
"Shit~," he sighed and brushed back her sweat-glazed hair from her face. "That was perfect." It wasn't an exaggeration at all, she was everything he'd hoped for and more. He rolled his hips against her face as she licked her lips and breathed, rubbing his cock all over her cheeks, face, everything. Just the sight of her nuzzled against him had his cock ticking to life again.
The girl must've noticed his renewed excitement as she repositioned herself to mouth at him again before sinking down, her lips wrapping around him and continuing with flawless precision. He whimpered out and pulled her off tenderly.
"No, no baby, it's ok." She was more dangerous than he'd thought, clearly.
Honestly, she was kind of hoping to continue sucking him like this. Based on his reactions, she must've been good at it, and God was this the perfect stress reliever. But another reason might've been her nerves. She wasn't quite sure she was ready for him to see her fully naked yet.
(Y/n) wiped her sodden mouth and shakily stood up, her sore knees wobbling.
"O-okay," she gave, "Uhm, lay down I guess. Uh, I'll get on top."
"What? No."
She looked at him a puzzled, fearful gaze, growing scared as he came closer while pulling the rest of his clothes off.
"I haven't even made you come yet. And even when we do fuck, there's no way I'm letting you top," he mumbled, stern and clearly not in the mood to argue.
She became even more anxious as he picked at her delicate clothing, firmly tugging at her woven dress and pulling the ties apart. "W-wait!" she squealed and backed away, her back aching when she'd hit the table.
Sanemi groaned. "Ugh, what now? Wait..." he took a long drawl of her features, her shaken hands that hugged her dress closed, her downcast glazed eyes, her discomforted posture and positioning. "Are you nervous?" He gave a surprised chuckle as her face reddened.
"Don't be a jerk!" she whined, tears beginning to dot her eyes with frustration and worry.
"Hey, hey," he crooned softly, more gently than she'd ever heard him speak. She'd be caught dead before she admitted that it comforted her, though. "It's fine, what are you scared about? I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" Sanemi came closer to her, eventually gathering her safely into his arms. He rubbed warm circles on the small of her back as he spoke, heating up the supple flesh. His face nuzzled into her neck, his breath making her shiver.
"Y-you've never seen me naked before," she finally grumbled, her voice shaky, "What if you think I'm ugly?" She could feel him relax into her, his throat letting out a deep groan that had her knees buckling. "Oh sweetheart-"
Really? That was all she was worried about? He truly didn't take her for the self-conscious type, with how confident she acted. The same womant that had purposely let him win bets just so he would kiss and feel her up was scared for him to see her naked? She was such a mystery sometimes. He pulled her further into him, eliciting a high squeal and hoisting her up over his shoulder. He easily carried her over to the nearest bedroom, ignoring her constant feared questions of the destination and intentions. Reaching the room, he threw open the door and laid her upon the futon as if she were made of glass.
"The only thing you need to be worrying about is how many times you're gonna come tonight." He smirked and glanced over at her tensed, little form. "You do look kinda weak now that I think about it... definitely don't get off more than once a day - hell, do you even get off more than once a week?"
(Y/n) looked away mortified, more so at his accuracy rather than his accusation. Her lips thinned and squeaked out, "I'm busy, asshole..."
Shinazugawa hummed with the validation. "Yep, thought so." He carelessly began tearing away at her clothes again, laughing at her little yelps and cries to not damage her precious outfit. Her yukata was easily removed, the... undergarments not so much. Sanemi nearly drooled at the sight, her lush figure wrapped in a smooth, velvety green that mimicked that of a quiet wood. He could make out every small detail in the stitch work, every swirl of organic thread that hid her delicates from his hungry eye. It was fucking lingerie.
"Awwww, you wear this for me?" He purred, deep and ravenous.
She quickly buried her face in her paws, squirming on the bed and groaning. "Shut uuuuup!" When she'd thrown it on earlier at the shop, she hadn't actually thought she'd get to the point of showing off, so certain that they'd have a short and wholesome reunion, maybe a kiss or two. As embarrassed as she was that it had gotten this far, her curiosity was larger, begging for her to see this through. It wouldn't hurt to try... right?
His lips felt like molten lava on her body, a glorious trail of fire that dragged from her face to her neck to her chest. A rush of apprehension yet relief filled her as a single hand unclipped the back of her bralette, the fabric easily falling from her gathered flesh onto the bedding. She was grateful he didn't make a big scene of seeing her naked breasts like she knew some men did, his mouth, instead, doing all the talking, pressing gentle kisses atop her bosom. Her skin flushed with the attention, each whisper of affection adding fuel to fire that was running rampant in the pit of her belly, growing with each second. The woman couldn't help but whine when his tongue finally met her nipple, suckling the nub into his boiling mouth. Her fingers tugged at his snowy locks, grasping them harder and harder each time he switched from left to right, his large hand squeezing the lone tit with every shift. The intimacy of the act alone had her desperate, slick drenching her panties and sliding down her thighs.
"Nemi, p-please-" she mewled, eyes screwed shut with the tension and need.
She heard the man growl as he descended further down her body, drawing small patterns with his tongue with every inch of her flesh and sucking bruising marks.
Her tits were nice, obviously, but he wasn't so kind as to hide the fact that he was more excited to get a taste of another part of her. He took specially care at her lower belly, nibbling on the chubby pouch that kept something so sacred inside. Sanemi nearly trembled with temptation as her sweet musk could be smelt from here, his fingers dancing along the sticky part of her inner thighs to spread them. He licked his lips as he finally, finally, drew downward, placing himself in front of her clothed center. The wet fabric was evident, her neglected cunt absolutely seething for any form of attention. His body moved before he could stop himself, his face nuzzling into the soaked covering and taking deep, gulping breathes, his strong arms keeping her too spread to stop him.
"-Smell so fucking good... bet you taste like candy," he moaned.
(Y/n) writhed in his hold. completely against... whatever the fuck he was doing. "Sanemi, stop it! Y-you're so weird! Stop... smelling it..."
He tutted at the weak insult, responding with a clip of his teeth at the lacy top of the panties. He effortlessly tore them from her nethers, burning the flesh and drawing out a gasp. "Shhhhh," he whispered, "Wanna suck you."
Sanemi was quickly overtaken by how perfect she looked, her cunt lips all swollen and glistening with slick, her little clit poking out and twitching ever-so-slightly for some love. She could feel his brawny arms clench around her thighs, feel his hot breath fan across her wet lips, feel how eager he was to devour her. And once again, she was rendered too speechless to stop him.
His tongue was the first to meet her, licking a wide stripe up her glossy slit. He shuttered at the syrupy taste of her. It was close to torture as he made out with her pussy, his mouth embracing her with open-mouth kisses and closing in around her pulsing nub, giving it a slow suck. She was already so amped up for release, so teased for it, yet the feeling only rose, drawing further and further toward the edge but never quite falling from it. She tore at his mane, pushing him deeper into her kitten, praying for the intensity to break. And he was there for the journey, in his own world of euphoria. He would live here if he could, forever breathing in the saccharine scent and nursing on her ripened nub. He let himself get lost in it for a while - he deserved a treat for all his troubles after all - but eventually he composed himself, setting a flawless rhythm of tongue-flicking to get her off.
And only then was the flip switched, her pleasure climbing and climbing until she met the brink, the thread pulled tight.
"C'mon, baby," he growled, "come on my tongue."
(Y/n) sobbed when she came, her clit throbbing between his lips as he gave it a strong suck, relishing the gush of honey that filled his mouth. He continued with his meal, licking up every messy drop she gave and kissing her fluttering hole. Her sensitivity made all of it agony, every kiss and lick driving her closer and closer to insanity. She tried to wiggle away, but her efforts were futile with his unbreakable grip of her, his motions only becoming quicker and stronger, breaking her containment.
"Please, Nemi, please... i-it hurts," (Y/n) begged. He snickered at her submission, finally drawing back and wiping his glazed maw with the back of his hand. He leisurely kissed back up her body, savoring each and every sigh of pleasure she gave him. His hands pawed at her hips and breasts, massaging the blushing plushness that filled out his hands like dough. Her thighs wrapped around his hips as his lips met her throat, sucking even more hickeys and bruises over the previous ones, he didn't want them fading for quite some time.
She could feel his cock already pressing at her, laying across her hip hard as stone and leaking pre-cum over her sweated skin. Despite her tire, the girl could feel the growings of want again, an emptiness eating at her from the inside out. "Mmmm-," she sighed, "Jus' put it in." Her laughed into her jawline, pausing his meddling. Even in her exhaustion, she rolled her eyes, reaching between their bodies for his piece. He was immediately taken aback by her action, but gave no stop to it, letting her grab for him. He liked this side of her, the side that just took what she needed from him. If he wanted a selfless woman, he wouldn't be in this position in the first place.
Her fist wrapped around the base, slid down the length of it until she found the tip, then pushed it to her opening. She had to lift her hips a bit to meet it halfway since he was being a dick, but she knew what she was doing. Kinda. Sorta.
Just when she gathered the tip inside her, already sweating at the stretch, he thrust his hips, jabbing a thick chunk into her. She yelped out in pain, tears dotting her vision. Her mused at her ruined appearance, the clench her body gave as he penetrated her. She was really having a hard time taking him, a pride blooming in his chest that he was just that fucking gifted. But that wasn't to say he wasn't having difficulty as well.
"Goddamnit, you're tight - might not even fit, nn, all the way," he mumbled.
"N-no," she pleaded, "It'll fit."
(Y/n) wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him in hard, swallowing him into her heat. He nearly toppled over right then and there, so overwhelmed and astonished with her demonstration of carnal strength. Yet he could still hear her labored breaths, the wetness of her tears falling to her hairline in her efforts. It was angering almost, how careless she was to do such a thing. He would have never forced her to hurt herself just to please him, nor should she fear abandonment for failing to give him what he wanted. He'd have to straighten that out later.
Her cunt heaved around him, the collected slick at least providing some relieve to the pain she must have beared. Oh god did it hurt. He was so huge, it felt as if she'd been torn open from the inside. But she didn't care how much it burned, she wanted this part to be over with, she wanted to feel good already. Every lingering second of not being filled had the emptiness inside her growing, like a pit of darkness. And while she was sure some blood was shed, at least her guts finally had something to suck on.
"Y-you... you c-can move now, I think...," she rasped, her head still foggy from the fullness. He hummed at the request yet seemed to ignore her as he bent down to her chest, take a hard nipple into his mouth. (Y/n) bit her lip and whined at the added stimulation.
"S'nemi, move-" she spoke again, stern but shaky. She felt him smile against her breast.
"I dunno, kinda like it right here. I might just have you warm my cock all night," he purred, still sucking at her teat. She blushed at the confession, giving his face a little push away from her chest.
"What?" he laughed, "You're good at it."
She denied him any reply, turning away in sheepishness. She was sure it was just sex-talk, but it was nice knowing that he felt good being warmed by her. Her cunt fluttered softly around him, oozing more slick onto his member and beginning to stick to his thatch of pubic hair. A soft moan spilled from her with his responding roll of his hips, pressing the tip of himself further into her cervix. She hadn't expected it to feel so heavenly already, especially when she'd been in such pain only a moment before. His parts hit deep, filling her to the point of nearly bursting. She swore she could feel him in her chest.
"N-nemi - oh my god...," she mewled.
"I know, sweetheart, I know. Just let me take care of you."
She didn't even have to ask twice as he began grinding into her, churning her insides like butter while her cream spewed out to gloss his cock. Her arms weakly wrapped around him, desperate for something to hold onto. It already felt like too much, the thickness, the length. She was gonna split in half, she could feel it. But he went slow, thankfully, letting her get accustomed to the overbearing fit. Her pussy couldn't stop clutching around him, high off the sensation of his length twitching inside her and scratching the itch that she could never quite reach. Drool threatened the corner of her lips, his rhythm of humping so deep and smooth. She could already feel herself go dumb.
"That's a pretty face you're makin'," Sanemi hummed, "And I haven't even started yet." She furrowed. What did he mean?
Her eyes rolled back as he delivered a powerful blow, drawing his hips back several long inches before snapping them back and pummeling into her cunt. Oh god. He continued the harsh thrusting, holding her little body to his chest and pumping viciously into her weeping pussy. She felt everything, from the hot veins that lined his length to the way he filled her out completely, every sensation gathered into a clump of overstimulation, tearing at her nerves one by one. Yet it was too little at the same time. As crazy as it was, it still felt as if he was going easy on her, her hungry cunny still raging to be ruined.
The moans and pleas fell out her mouth before she could stop them, stupidity literally being fucked into her. (Y/n) couldn't even hope to keep up and simply held onto his back as fiercely as she could, eventually biting down on his shoulder for an outlet.
She wasn't the only victim of it though. Sanemi, too, could feel himself being driven to the brink of insanity. He'd thought her mouth felt good, but dear god was her cunt another story. Her tiny pussy had a mind of its own, sucking him in so hard he felt his head get dizzy. Fuck, she was dangerous. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stay off of her after this. Just the thought of her constantly hanging off his dick had him going feral, viciously snapping his hips into hers without a second thought. And don't even get him started on the babies they would make. If it were up to him, she'd eternally have a baby in her belly, the consequence of being a dumping ground for every precious drop of his cum. He licked his lips at the thought.
Shit, she was close. She just needed a little more, just a bit.
"Harder, Nemi, right there!" she squealed as he jammed into her sweet spot, reaching an arm down from his back to press between her folds, quickly flicking at her bead. So close.... so close... almost-
It felt cruel to leave her hole so quickly, crumbling the chase of her orgasm that he knew was only a hair's breadth away. She sobbed when he yanked out of her gaping entrance, her hips jerking toward him at the sudden absence that had her feeling so horribly empty. But her grief was short lived as he spun her around with a growl, shoving her top half into the bed with a hand to the center of her shoulder blades. The other paw curved her hips up, raising her ass high in the air. He filled her back up in an instant, her thighs trembling at the sudden reunion. But she quickly eased, her bones going soft and brain turning to mush as he resumed the primal fucking. Sounds of sloshing wetness furnished her ears along with her own breathy moans, each thrust providing a reminder of just how soaked she was. And she only got wetter, like an endless fountain of hydration.
Sanemi groaned at the sight of her tiny, little pussy taking him at this angle, her poor kitty straining and stretching to take in every inch of his shaft. The girl was like a ragdoll in his hands now, doing nothing but drool into the sheets and let him ravage her as he wished. He nearly laughed at how silent she was now, the only obvious answer being that he had finally dicked her down to submission.
Her climax began to claw at her again, the hills of it coming one after another until she stood at the tip-top of it, creeping toward the edge.
"Jus' like that... jus' like that...," she mumbled into the saliva-drenched bedding, throwing her ass back into him for more friction. The impact of his heavy balls smacking across her clit only drew her higher, rapturous shocks shooting up her body with each wet slap.
He felt himself getting close as well, his cock jumping inside of her excitedly. She was just too tight; it was like she was sucking the cum out of him straight from the source.
"Fuuuuuuck, where - hah - where you want my cum?" he groaned, needing an answer fast. As much as he wanted to, he knew she probably didn't want to take any risks. He knew she wasn't on anything, and even if she was, she probably wouldn't like the mess afterward.
But he was wrong. She tried to think for a moment, she did. But all she could focus on was how good she felt and the way her body fit so well under his. Her eyes scrunched, attempting a thought.
Where you want my cum?
Cum. You. Where. Want.
Want. Cum. You.
You. Want. Cum
Cum.
Her cunt tightened.
"'nside..."
His ears strained to listen to what she said, the timeline closing as his balls drew tight. "Huh???" he urged again. He leaned down to her, nearing his ear toward her babbling lips. (Y/n) turned to free her voice, panting.
"I-I-Inside," she repeated. His heart stopped.
"C-cum... i-inside... me."
He groaned loud, silencing himself by biting into the pillow next to her head. Her disgustingly hot words threw him over embarrassingly quick, his hips stilling as deep as he could manage whilst his weight gave, suffocating her beneath him. His seed spilled hotly into her pulsing cunt, thick spurts of white filling her starved womb while his balls throbbed.
She, at first, loathed his lack of movement, angered that he had yet again left her hanging from release. Until she felt the warmth. The pleasure was instantaneous, her insides purring at the searing hot milk that flooded her. She could feel how thick it was too, how copious the amount as her uterus labored to make room for such a feast. Yet she still clenched around him vigorously, wanting to drain every drop into herself and receive every ounce of ecstasy it rewarded her. And before she realized it, she was coming, clamping down hard and gushing juices around him with a shrill cry.
The man allowed himself a few moments to gather his bearings, praying that post-nut clarity give him some idea of what to do. But all he felt was exhaustion. Sanemi forced himself to roll over, taking her with him so they lie on their sides. He was surprised she was still breathing after being squashed.
"D-dont even think about falling asleep," he huffed after feeling her breathing begin to even with unconsciousness. "We're not done yet." Why the hell did he always have to open his fucking mouth? He was done for and he knew it.
She whined sleepily and slowly manuevered herself to turn around, losing his flaccid cock in the process but he promptly reinserted himself. "But I'm tiiiiiiiiiired."
"Don't care."
He felt content that she didn't argue, clearly having gained some respect for his manhood as she simply snuggled into him, pressing her face into his warm chest. They remained silent for a few moments, regaining their breath and calming their heartbeats. However, his softened cock still remained cooped up inside her.
"If I let you keep it in me all night, will you let me sleep?" she offered. He sighed at her insistence but gave in.
"I'll think about it."
She smiled softly, nuzzling under his chin with affection.
He couldn't stop himself from drifting off, comfortable in the safety of her engulfing heat. "'M g'nna f'ck you s'hard t'morro...," he managed to mutter as his lids shut. Despite being half asleep, she giggled and kissed his neck.
They'd deal with everything later, get all this relationship and contraceptive shit under control. Right now, he was just glad to have her with him, cuddling into him so adorably with her stupid little smile. He tilted down, pressing his nose into her messy locks.
Flowers.
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