sleepy

22 minors dni

[yanderenightmare]

10.Kinktober PUNISHMENT

♡ TW: noncon/dubcon, yandere, captive reader, threats

♡ GN reader

For the first time ever, he’d been careless when he got home.

Tired after work, not paying attention. But you’d noticed. You’d been waiting for it, after all… for the moment he’d slip up and let you strike. 

Your pulse spiked and drowned out all other noise, letting you focus, but still… 

You jumped the gun.

You should have been more patient, should have waited until he was farther away, but waiting was dangerous—a double-edged sword—as it risked his coming closer as well. And so you pounced—sprang up from the couch you’d been rotting in and ran for it.

You’d only barely made it out of the door for a quick taste of freedom before you’d been grabbed and pulled back.

And now you were here. Back in the bedroom, in the dark, under lock and key. 

He stands with his back to you after closing the door—shoulders hunched, muscles strained—you can see the deep outlines even in the shadow. He seemed larger than usual—a beast—and yet he was so deadly quiet that, if you closed your eyes, you could pretend you were alone.

When he finally turns around, you’re immediate instinct is to make yourself smaller, and so you sit down, sinking into the bed like you’re ashamed, head down as he walks over—both of you breathing carefully through your nose.

He stops right before you—still silent, no harsh words of admonishment, no cruel names, no threats, no warnings, no nothing, as if waiting for it was part of the torture. Still, you catch his arms flexing—skin greyish in the soft moonlight, bright against the black of his tattoos.

You imagine his hand around your neck, but despite your throat closing shut, the question burning in your head still manages to come through, “Are you gonna hurt me?”

His face is jaded when you dare lift your head to look up at him, eyes half-mast, lips in a straight line—no obvious anger, but you feel it still, lingering just beneath the surface, burning you when his hand ascends to cup your chin, despite it being gentle, just like his words, “Have I ever hurt you?”

You swallow a tremble, thinking about it and realizing that, despite the situation, despite being kidnapped and held hostage and taken against your will in the bed beneath you, he hasn’t actually ever laid a bruising hand on you. “M-no.” But still…

“Then what makes you think I will?” he asks, giving you pause again.

“I–” your eyes are shifty, but not from guilt. “I don’t know.” 

It’s a quick answer—the type you give when you just don’t understand the question. After all, isn’t it natural to expect punishment when you’ve done something you’re not supposed to do? Not that you agree that freedom is something you aren’t allowed to strive for, but you’re not the one in charge of the situation, and seeing things from his perspective, it would only make sense for him to hold you accountable for breaking the rules, wouldn’t it?

“Is it ‘cause you think you deserve it?”

Goosebumps spring out across your skin at that. “What?” Sometimes you swear it’s as though he’s inside your head.

“For trying to leave me, that is,” he continues, steeled eyes never once blinking or looking away from yours, watching them swell and gloss over, soon to spill, but not yet—still too apprehensive to allow tears to distract you. 

He can’t blame you. You really fucked up this time—he’s glad you seem to understand that too.

“You want me to punish you for it—so that you can feel better about it, right? You want me to punish you so that I might forgive you, and we can leave it behind us. Hm?” His other hand joins the former, both now holding each side of your face. Head bowed, just a short distance away, murmuring softly while smoothing his thumbs over your cheeks. “That’ what you want?”

Your fingers dig into the sheets, gripping them tightly, shaking your head in his hold. “No-no, that’s not–”

“Then why?” he cuts you off, still just as suavely.

It’s unnerving. Typically, he isn’t this calm—or he is, but not like this, not like he’s containing something. 

You’d have liked to say something more clever, something that might spare you whatever this mood of his is, but given it’s your first time, you’re not sure what that would even be. And so you leave it up to him, spilling the truth, and nothing but, “Because I’m scared.”

His thumbs don’t stop their petting, big and gritty against the soft belly of your cheeks. “I’m not doing anything, am I?”

It’s a strange declaration. No, he’s not doing anything too far out of the ordinary, though—let’s not forget “You won’t let me leave…” You almost regret stating it, despite it being obvious, as if your act from earlier wasn’t a dead giveaway. “I-I want to leave.”

You don’t say it with much gusto. In fact, it only barely makes it out through your lips. Still, you can tell he heard you from the ever-so slight tug on his lips, turning the straight line into a grim one. 

You feel it in his hands too, how they stiffen, thumbs stilling.

“I gotta say… it really sounds like you want me to hurt you,” he counterclaims, tone cold and flat, as though he didn’t just threaten you, but rather, as though he was feeling fed up with having to explain something really simple to someone who should already be well aware. “You sure that’s what you want?”

“Wha-no—” You try shaking your head again, but it doesn’t amount to much before he cuts you off again, this time by leaning in closer, less than a foot away.

“No?” His breath hits hot and steady upon your face. You squeeze your eyes shut when he gets too close, tears finally escaping their pools. “Then tell me again. What is it you want?”

“To stay—” you blurt out with a shiver, voice wet as you croak, “I want to stay–”

“Yeah?” he persists, lips ghosting yours, eyes eagerly awaiting yours to open again.

“Yes…” You sniffle, so pretty when looking up at him like that, aware of and accepting your place.

“Good. Glad we can both agree,” he hums, finally letting a smile cross his face as he guides your head back and sets his knee down next to your thigh, sinking into the mattress, caging you as he climbs, continuing, “You see, I don’t want to hurt you either. As long as you don’t make me, we can both continue doing what we want. Right?”

“Right...” you agree weakly, shuffling further in under his direction.

“That’s right. Good.” He lets go of your face, then reaches for the hem of his shirt, bunching it in his grip before pulling it up and off over his head, tossing it aside and revealing rows of strength determined to make you feel small. 

“So then…” He fishes your legs up from beneath him, positioning himself between them so that they lie atop his lap, spread open by his torso. Hands on your hips, readying a grip around your panties as he leans in close.

“How about you show me how badly you wanna stay.”

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[luvcaleb]

NOT CLICKBAIT: MY SISTER ASKED ME TO PRACTICE KISSING SEX WITH HER.

it doesn't mean anything. it's just practice. i'll put in just the tip. caleb's usually a man of his word — until he isn't.

includes: 18+ nsfw, pseudocest (a LOT of pseudocest), making out, dryhumping, breastplay, titjob, masturbation while giving a blowjob, cum eating, cunnilingulus, fingering, "just the tip", unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, repressed virgin + repressed virgin = they be doing too much sex

Caleb normally has the patience of a saint. Hiding your feelings for a girl you see practically 24/7 would do that to you. He's learned all the ways to stop his cheeks from flaring up each time you make his heart flutter, which is saying something, because you basically give him a heart attack just by being in his presence.

But his pretense of normal older brother behavior nearly breaks when you come up next to him on the sofa, head lowered and hands fidgeting, "Caleb, do you know how to... You know..."

You're too shy to say it entirely, but Caleb would be an idiot not to know what you mean when your whole face reddens like a ripe tomato, teeth gnawing on your cherry pink lips in nervousness.

Caleb gently puts down his phone, willing his entire body to remain still. Pretend to be sane. "And pray tell," Caleb is grateful his voice doesn't give away anything he's feeling, eyes still fixated on your lips, "who gave my innocent little sister such dirty fantasies?"

Your head shoots up to face him, cheeks somehow turning even redder. "What?! Get your head out of the gutter! I'm just talking about kissing!"

Something awful fills in his mouth, but he still forces his lips to quirk into a smile, arms crossing over his chest to feign nonchalance. "Why do you want to know?"

"I... um..." You're fiddling with your fingers again, gaze flitting to anywhere that doesn't meet his burning stare. "I want to... practice."

Caleb suppresses the urge to— well, he's not really sure. Something close to a flinch, maybe. If he were drinking tea, he probably would've choked on it from shock.

A thrill runs through him at the request, but a cold dread quickly seeps in to crush any feeling of delight. Sure, this exact situation may have been one of his dirty fantasies, but in his imagination, he never really had any solid idea why you'd want to practice kissing with him in the first place; it was just a silly thing he thought about when his carnal desires took over.

But now that you're in front of him, actually asking him to kiss you, he can't help but think of a thousand possible reasons why. Were you just curious, having watched too many romance movies? Were you practicing for a hypothetical boyfriend?

...Or were you practicing for a guy you already had eyes on, too shy to kiss him without experience?

Well, unfortunately for you, Caleb has never felt the need to kiss, so how would he know how kissing worked? Or at least, he didn't want to kiss anyone that wasn't you. Which was definitely not in his cards.

Until now, the opportunity handed to him on a silver platter.

"You want to practice with me?" Caleb inches his face closer to yours, one brow raised. You blink rapidly, flushed down to your neck.

"It's... it's not that I want to do it with you, specifically..." It's not a very convincing argument, but it sends a pang of hurt to his chest nonetheless. "It's just that I haven't- I don't have anyone else to ask-" Good, because Caleb would've probably killed him. "You know what? Forget about it. It's weird."

You try to get up from the couch and leave, but Caleb wraps a strong hand around your wrist, pulling you back. Perhaps he tugged a little too strongly to his direction, because you end up straddling his lap, hands holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself.

"What's weird?" Caleb smiles, putting on his most convincing expression of 'kissing your sibling is totally normal'. "I don't mind."

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and disbelief. "You... don't?"

"It's just practice. Why? You think I can't do it?" He pulls you closer by the waist, looking up into your eyes, strands of your hair brushing his cheek. "It's definitely better than letting my baby sister make out with some other loser."

You're gnawing on your lip again, and Caleb can't help but stare at the pink tongue that darts out to wet your dry lip.

"Well?" Caleb cocks his head to the side. "We don't have much time until Gran gets home."

Your grip on his shoulder tightens, cheeks an endearing shade of pink. "...Let's go to your room."

Caleb has the patience of a saint.

He chants it in his mind over and over to convince himself, because he's quickly realizing it isn't true. He'd kept his paws to himself for the better part of the time you've been in his room, even when you sat on his lap instead of beside him on the bed and stared at him expectantly.

The thing is, Caleb knows next to nothing about kissing because he's never tried it himself. But he doesn't let it show. He cups your cheek carefully, tells you to close your eyes, and hopes he's doing a good job of pretending like he knows what he's doing.

From then on, it's instinct.

Slotting your lips together at the right angle. Trying to not lose his breath as he kisses his dearest sister. Biting on your bottom lip gently to urge you to open your mouth for him, and preening when you obediently do.

Caleb doesn't really know how much tongue one should use. But he's probably doing too much.

At first, he's just testing the waters. Licking at the seam of your lips. Teasing the sensitive roof of your mouth. Gives your tongue a shy nudge.

Ten minutes later, he's sucking on it. Hands roaming your body. Eyes glazed over with sheer delight when you don't push him away, instead tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him even closer. He sucks on your tongue like it's candy, and you make noises he's never heard before, "ah, hn, gege..." straight out of a wet dream. He breaks away for a second, just for a breather, but you pull him back in and he nearly moans when you shyly give kitten licks to his tongue, soft and wet and fucking adorable.

Fuck, I'm hard, he thinks to himself, wishing you don't notice, but there's no way you don't feel his bulge pressing against you, rubbing against your thigh.

He wants to move his hips. Hump his cock against your panties beneath your skirt. Better yet, strip all the clothing altogether. Fuck you hard like in the wet dreams that plague him at night. Filthy fantasies of your pussy wrapped around his cock, wet with your juices and his cum. His fingers rubbing your engorged clit to see you cry out his name, drenching his hand with your slick. Cunt stretched to fit all of his thick girth, his base messy with frothy cum.

His hips move, just a little bit. He rolls his hips upward, directly pressing on your pussy. You squeak into his mouth, fingers curling tighter to his hair, but you don't stop him. You can feel him smile as his hands are placed on either side of your waist, moving you to rock back against him.

"C'mon, you move too..." he murmurs before he's sealing your lips again, the slide of his tongue against yours addicting. You clumsily raise your hips, rubbing at the tent in his pants, and the filthy groan he lets out goes straight to your core.

"D-do you do this when you kiss other girls?" You gasp as his lips move to your neck, sucking a visible mark beneath your ear. He makes a vague, unanswering hum, and you end up forgetting you even asked soon enough.

The friction makes you feel hotter than ever, burning at the nerves in your brain. You feel yourself getting dumbed down into a state where all you can think about is more, I need more of him, drowning in your most base desires.

The pace gets more frantic. Your clothed cunt rubs against his pants, all the while Caleb refuses to separate your pressed lips. At this point, you're not sure what you're doing qualifies as kissing, just panting against each other's mouths, tongues rubbing obscenely.

"Mm... ah... stick out your tongue more, meimei..."

"Ahn, yeah, okay... mmph..."

You're almost reaching... something you can't quite name, but it's hot, and it's near. You grind against your big brother more desperately, pursuing that high, and you swear you'll die if Caleb stops—

The front door opens. Gran's keys clatter on the living room table.

Caleb pulls away, and you very nearly whine in disappointment.

But Caleb's hair is in charming disarray, eyes clouded over with lust, lips swollen and shiny with your spit. It's a sight you want to burn into your eyes forever, distracting you enough to forget for a moment how you've been basically blue-balled.

"Fuck," he utters, voice raspy and ruined. His grip on your waist loosens. "We should— we should probably stop here."

"Yes," you respond breathlessly, even though you want to do the exact opposite. Clearing your throat, you slowly pry yourself off from him, legs feeling like jelly.

A wave of mortification washes over you when you find a wet spot on Caleb's pants, right where you rubbed against him. Right where he's pitching a tent he can't possibly hide, somehow even larger than it felt.

You don't acknowledge it. Pretend it doesn't exist. Neither does he, covering it up with the hem of his large sweater. You rush to the door, patting down your messy hair and your even messier clothes, wrinkled and probably soaked with more than just sweat.

But before you leave, you whisper almost too quietly, "...Tomorrow."

Caleb understands immediately. Gives a crooked smile. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow" is similar as the first time. The only difference is you're in the dining room, sitting on the table with Caleb between your spread legs, still humping against each other as you desperately lock lips.

You don't make plans after that, but the next day, you find yourself knocking on his door late at night, unable to sleep. He doesn't have to ask why you're there, simply pulls you into his bed as he kisses down your neck, clothed cock rubbing against your pajama shorts.

It takes a week of shy touches and heavy makeouts before Caleb's hands find the courage to leave your waist, trailing up beneath your shirt. You shiver at the sensation of his warm, large hand sliding over your skin, fingers dipping into the slope of your back. "Anyone kissed you here before?" he whispers to your ear, fiddling with the hook of your bra. Stunned speechless, you shake your head no, and it's all he needs to hear to push up your shirt.

Caleb doesn't hide his awe. He stares intently at your chest, at the cute, lacy bra topped off with a tiny bow. It's different from the time he accidentally saw your underwear hanging to dry and you rushed to scurry them off in embarrassment — this time, you're clad in it, showing it off even, despite your burning cheeks.

He takes a sharp breath, hands roaming around your body almost in worship. Pushes up the bra to reveal your tits in full glory, nipples perky and tempting him to lick. He fondles the supple skin, teases at the peaks, and something dark curls in his eyes when he hears you let out a "Haah, wait, Caleb, that's...!"

Slowly, he presses light kisses on the valley of your breasts, licking at the expanse of soft skin. When he wraps his lips around a nipple, his hand prods at the other one, keeping eye contact while he sucks.

His touch feels like fire, your core burning hotter than ever. The sight of your big brother playing with your tits should not excite you this much, but you can feel yourself dripping, soaking your underwear into ruin. You don't dare tear your eyes away even as shame makes you want to hide — it'd be such a waste to miss even a moment of this, to see Caleb lick at your nipples, suck red marks anywhere his lips roam.

"You smell so good..." He presses his nose between your breasts, breathing in the scent of your sweat and the body soap you share. "So pretty..." His tongue trails a line downwards, eyes fixed to your gaze.

You bite down on your bottom lip, struggling to keep yourself quiet. His brow furrows, stopping for a moment to press down on your lip with his thumb. "Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself."

"The neighbors will hear," you murmur, considering the thin walls. Caleb thinks for a moment, and then he grins.

He takes the edge of your shirt, lifting it to your mouth. "Bite on this?"

Your cheeks fill with heat, but you open your mouth in assent.

The humiliation almost makes it hotter. The shirt muffles your moans, but you're also exposing yourself to Caleb, letting your brother suck on your tits as much as he wants. Swirling his tongue around the perky buds, lapping up his own spit that drips down. Squeezing your other breast and flicking the tit with his finger.

"Hey, meimei..." he mumbles while he sucks. He takes one of your hands, places it over the bulge in his pants. "What do you think of kissing gege over here too?"

Moments later, you're on your knees while Caleb stands in front of you, suckling on his tip as he fucks his cock between your tits. "Fuck..." He can't stop himself, lightheaded and on the verge of a nosebleed as he looks down on you, pushing your breasts together and licking his leaking precum. "My baby sister is sucking my cock... you look so good with your mouth full, meimei..."

You couldn't fit most of it in your mouth, not with the sheer size of it. Caleb's cock was so stupidly huge, you could barely wrap your hand around it fully. It was long and thick, and you felt dizzy at the thought of putting it inside you. Your pussy clenched, feeling more empty than ever, and you couldn't help but sneak a hand underneath your shorts to rub your clit, so wet from arousal.

"Haah, that's it, keep going..." Without noticing it himself, Caleb's thrusts have gotten rougher, his tip scraping the back of your throat. "Gege's cumming soon... take all of my cum, hm?"

Your rubbing grows more frantic as he reaches closer to orgasm, admiring his pleasured expression. Caleb runs a hand through his hair, hips still moving to fuck his dick in your mouth, muscled torso shiny with sweat. "Ugh, fuck, your tongue... yeah, that spot feels so good, pips... gege loves it when you suck me like that."

I want his cock in me I want his cock in me chants in your head, fingers still rubbing your clit. You've always masturbated to your older brother, imagined his hot body over yours, but it's different when he's using you for his own release. Having him fuck his huge dick to your throat while you're touching yourself, watching him in the throes of pleasure.

"Ah, shit, here it comes, fuck— show me your tongue, meimei—"

Caleb pulls you away from his dick by your hair, and you'd be disappointed if not for the sight of him jerking off his own cock, fist hitting over his heavy balls, until he shoots his thick load, spraying cum all over your face, your stuck out tongue, and your tits.

You cum on your fingers as he groans deeply, still stripping his cock as he releases, and it takes a while for him to finish cumming. "Fuck... that felt so good..."

Caleb looks down at you, places a thumb on your cum-stained tongue, and swirls it around. "Swallow it."

You obey, gulping down his thick load. His eyes shine with satisfaction, patting your head like he usually does to praise you. "Good girl."

He helps you to your feet, pushing you back to bed. His large hands roam around your body again, running along your curves, massaging his cum on your tits. Then he leans down to lick it off, not once breaking eye contact.

"Don't worry about the mess. Gege's going to clean you up now, okay?"

Your little "kissing practice" becomes so much more. Eventually, you're sneaking around every opportunity you get — when Gran is out, or when it's late at night, or when you're about to shower and Caleb gets the bright idea to sneak in the bathroom to pin you against the wall and slide his cock between your legs. Look, my cock and your pussy are kissing.

It doesn't take a genius you've gone far, far beyond just kissing. So it doesn't surprise you anymore when on one of your "practice sessions" in your bedroom, his fingers brush on your inner thigh. "Let me kiss you here, too."

It's not surprising, but you still feel a bit shy lifting up your skirt and spreading your legs when Caleb tells you to. He looks far too pleased with himself when he finds you're absolutely wet, pure white panties almost see-through. He rubs your clothed clit with his thumb, chuckling when you unconsciously move your hips to grind against his finger.

But Caleb doesn't have the patience to tease. He slips off your underwear and marvels at the strings of arousal clinging to your soaked panties. "Naughty girl..." He clicks his tongue, gripping your thighs to spread them apart. "So wet for her big brother."

Your pretty pussy is flushed pink, dripping onto the sheets. He can see it clench around nothing in anticipation, waiting for his cock to fill it up with cum.

Caleb can't stop himself anymore. He inhales deeply into your bare cunt, groans a curse to himself, then begins to dig in.

His first lick is a broad stripe on your clit, thick tongue swiping on the sensitive nub. You jolt at the unfamiliar sensation, curling your fingers into his hair. "Ah, wait, Caleb- ohh, ahh, no...!"

"So fucking sweet," he moans at the taste, licking relentlessly now. "Fuck, I should've done this sooner."

He laps at your slit, drinking up the pussy juice that won't stop leaking. He smothers his face in it, nose rubbing on your clit and chin dripping with your slick, hands holding down your trembling legs to the mattress. He's squeezed between your thighs, and he looks like he's on heaven, utterly delighted at the moans he's pulling from you.

"Nn, mm, ahh, gege! Oh, your tongue-!" You're unable to string together a full sentence, mind a constant loop of so good fuck fuck gege's licking my pussy so good.

Caleb slurps noisily, an embarrassing noise you'll worry about later, but for now, your fried brain can only think it's so hot, you're so wet, gege please lick me more I love it right there please please.

Caleb sucks your clit like he's making out with it, rolling his tongue in circles and lapping up anything he can catch, thoroughly pussy drunk and intoxicated. He's grinding mindlessly into the mattress until he can't take it anymore, freeing his cock from his sweatpants and jerking off at the taste of your pussy.

"You're so fucking good for me, meimei," Caleb groans loudly, fucking his tongue into your hole as his dick pulsates in his hand, spurting more precum. You thrash around, riding his face and making a mess of him. "Fuck yes, just use me. Gege's just a toy to make you feel good."

And it really is as if you're treating him like a toy for your pleasure, burying his face to your pussy, uncaring if he can't breathe. Carelessly bucking up your hips to get his tongue deeper, licking the spot you want him to reach. Rubbing your swollen clit on his nose.

You've fantasized about this, of your big brother holding you down on your bed and making you cum on his tongue. Not stopping until you've squirted all over him, his fingers still fucking your pussy even when you feel overstimulated. You want it. You want it so bad.

"Caleb, more, please, I'm gonna cum!" you wail, legs trembling, bracing for the orgasm you know will ruin you.

"Go on," Caleb says, and you can feel the words form on his lips against your cunt, the vibrations driving you closer to the brink, "Cum on your big brother's face."

Your eyes roll back, liquid spraying out from your pussy and onto Caleb's mouth. "Fuck yes, keep squirting on me, pips." It keeps coming out like a leaking faucet and Caleb sits up, putting his cock on your pussy and letting the squirt drench him, using it as lube as he rubs his cock.

"Shit, you're so wet," he says in awe, staring as you keep spraying the clear liquid. He taps your clit with his tip, laughing when it makes you gush one last time. "So sensitive, too."

"Gege... ah..." you weakly utter when Caleb keeps rubbing his cock on your pussy, covering himself in your cum. The obscene squelch only gets him harder.

His cock is throbbing, so hard that it hurts. He wants to put it in. Fuck his precious little sister's pussy that's right in front of him. Take her virginity and fill her up with his hot cum. Fuck her against every surface on this house, on your bed, in the bathtub, on the floor, at the sofa you both always watched TV on growing up.

"Just the tip," he pants, just sane enough to make a compromise, prodding at your hole with the leaking head. "I want to put it inside you, meimei."

"Ah..." You stare at the cock between your legs, so huge compared to your tight pussy. We can't isn’t something you can say when you've already crossed the line several times over. And you can't seem to take your eyes away from his dick, thick in girth and long, curving prettily in a way you know will hit that spot inside you.

"Please..." He leans down to whisper in your ear, hand pressing down on your stomach, measuring just how deep it'll reach. "Gege's been wanting this for so long."

There's no way that'll fit, the more reasonable voice inside your head cries out. I want all of him inside me, the whore in you says otherwise. "G... gege's cock is too big..." You don't mean it to sound so provocative, saying it as statement of fact, but he twitches against your skin, and you hope it's only in your imagination when you think Oh god, did he just get bigger...?!

"Then gege will be careful." Caleb strokes your pussy with his fingers, enjoying watching you tremble at the lightest touch. "I'll make sure it won't hurt."

And so, Caleb begins his quest to loosen your virgin pussy. A quest he seems to particularly enjoy, boredom never flicking across his features as he adds more fingers to your tight cunt. Marvels at the overflowing wetness slicking his hand, prodding everywhere in search of your g-spot. Holds down your thighs when he finds it, not allowing you to escape from the pleasure.

"Do you like this, pips? Do you like it when your big brother fingerfucks you?"

He sounds utterly sinful, words slightly muffled by the tit in his mouth, fucking in three thick fingers in your cunt, a thumb rolling on your poor, puffy clit.

"I like it so much." He makes another hickey on your chest. "I like the feeling of my sister's tight, virgin pussy squeezing around me."

Inevitably, his filthy words make you cum hard, splattering a mess on his arm.

"Cumming again?" Caleb hums as you gush around him for the nth time, fingers still moving, making your pussy squelch. "You really like this, huh?"

You groan weakly as he peppers your face with kisses, pussy twitching from the overstimulation. "Hnn... too much, Caleb... I can't..."

Caleb tuts, sucking another mark on your collarbone. "You can."

"Gegeee," you whine, holding onto his back. You feel like you've cum enough times to last a lifetime, the sheets beneath you soaked through and through.

"Please?" He nuzzles against your neck, affectionate and loving. "Just the tip. I want to feel you inside."

You glance at this monster-sized cock. And then at the puppy dog eyes that don't match it at all, sparkling innocently like he didn't just say the filthiest talk known to man.

"You don't want to try it?" He slides his heavy cock between your legs, letting you feel every vein. "I'll make it feel good. Better than my tongue."

He takes his dick in his hand, dips the head inside your pussy, just a small stretch. A fresh wave of slick wets it, spurting clear drops of arousal. When you don't push him away, just wrapping your arms around him and waiting with bated breath, he carefully pushes deeper.

It's thicker than you imagined it'd feel. Even thicker than his fingers. An overwhelming pressure that takes your breath away, your mouth forming an 'o', and you're almost annoyed when he stops sliding in.

He really just put the tip.

"Fuuuuck," he swears, using all his restraint not to slide everything in one go, a bead of sweat from his chin dropping on your chest. "Your pussy's so warm, meimei..."

"Haah, Caleb..." The thickness is nothing you've ever felt before, nothing his fingers could prep you enough for. Caleb's so big everywhere, from his height, his broad shoulders, his toned arms, his hands on your waist, and even with how massive he feels with just the tip, you can see the length of him that hasn't gone inside between your legs.

He moves slowly, fucking his tip in and out in a pace that leaves you wanting and hungry. "Mm, shit..."

He grips you tightly, gaze fixed on the way you clench around him, pretty pussy welcoming his cock. You wrap around him so deliciously, your cute twitchy clit just sitting above his cock. "God, you're so tight, my cock probably won't fit all the way."

It's a hypothetical thought. Because he really does mean to just put in the tip.

But you keep sucking him in, cunt warm and wet and hot and so good around him. Without meaning to, his cock slides further than he means to every other thrust, reaching deeper and deeper to your core, the plap plap noises of your skin slapping together echoing in your room.

When his cock is halfway in, Caleb is on the verge of cumming. "Ah, ah, wait, shit, sorry," he's panting out, apologies spilling from his lips, but his hips never stop moving. "Fuck, you just feel so good, I can't stop."

Your nails are digging scratches on his muscled back, mind turned into mush. The only thing you can think about is how big he is, how much deeper he could go if he went all the way. How much better it would feel if you could feel his cock in its entirety.

"Ge," you mindlessly whine. "Gege, please..." Are you begging him to stop? Or to fuck you hard and fast without restraint? You don't even know anymore. But your body answers for you.

You lock your legs around him, pulling him closer.

His cock slides in all the way to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck!"

Without warning, he spills inside you, load after load of cum filling up your pussy. He's cumming hard, groaning brokenly into your neck, his orgasm so mind-shattering he can't do anything other than pump his milk deep in your cunt, hot neverending pulses of semen flowing to your womb.

"Ah, shit, I'm sorry, I can't stop cumming, fuck...!"

It's not just that he can't stop cumming. He's still as hard as he was before.

It isn't long before he hoists your legs on his shoulders, looking absolutely pussy drunk. He rams his entire cock into you with rough, deep thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into your womb, some of it overflowing from your hole and coating the base of his cock in white. "I came inside my little sister's pussy," he babbles mindlessly, his groans pornographic. "My cum... deep inside your cunt... fuck..."

"Ge, your cock is so big," you moan like a slut, uncaring if the neighbors hear the debauchedy in your house at this point. "Fuck me more, please, I want more of your cum!"

"Ah, meimei, you're being so loud." Caleb brings his hand to your pussy, tormenting your clit again, making your legs kick out. "Everyone will know your big brother is fucking you so good. Getting his little sister pregnant while no one else is home."

"Yes, yes, please, I love it when my big brother cums inside me!"

"Yeah? You wanna be gege's cumdump?" He pants, flicking your clit, groping your breasts, nailing your g-spot in every thrust — everything he knows to make you moan louder, scream his name. "Go ahead. Milk your big brother's cock dry."

Time passes in a blur. It just so happens that you'll be alone at home for the next few days, your Gran going out to visit a friend from the countryside. Caleb takes this as his opportunity to fuck you without fear of getting caught.

Caleb fucks you in all sorts of positions, in different places — doggy style in the kitchen, making a mess on the floor; "Haah, meimei, how do we face Gran after this? You've squirted all over the table we use to eat together."

Reverse cowgirl on the living room couch, the show playing on the TV completely forgotten; "Ah, pips, didn't you say you liked this actor? Something about how good-looking he is. So why aren't you paying attention? Come on, hng, haah... don't just fuck yourself on gege's cock. Focus on the movie."

Laid out on your bed, 69 in your room; "Fuck, you're dripping all over me, baby... Yeah, suck on my cock, just like that. Your mouth feels fucking amazing."

And now, in his bedroom, Caleb leans back, letting his precious baby sister ride him first thing in the morning, awoken by the feeling of your wet pussy enveloping his cock. He enjoys seeing you fuck him yourself, desperate for release, tits moving as you bounce on his dick, flicking your own nipples and rubbing your clit to give him a show.

"That kissing practice," Caleb starts, unable to help himself and lazily circles your swollen clit with his finger, making you cry out, "that was just a ploy for me to train you, wasnt it? Training you to be your big brother's slut."

"Ah, ah, yes, hn, I wanted... wanted to be gege's slut!" You move your hips with more fervor now, and Caleb knows too well that's a sign you're close.

He pushes you to your back, slamming into your pussy with intense thrusts. Makes you squirt on his cock, spraying all over his abs. Smiles at the sight of your fucked-out face, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. "That's right. You've become my slut. All mine."

And then he thrusts again, and again, and again. Because he's raised a devil who can't be satisfied with normal sex anymore.

(And if he slips in an "I love you" or two after that, well, you're too fucked out to hear anyway.)

[polaroidsex]

᭡୧ prof!nanami corrupting his A+ student into riding him ..

nanami’s thick cock splits you open so slow at first, the blunt head catching at your entrance before he rocks up and sinks in deep, stretching you wide around that fat length until your thighs tremble on either side of his hips.

you’re supposed to be the one in control here, teacher’s pet perched on top like you’re the one running the show, but the second he bottoms out your mouth falls open on a broken little moan and your rule about no kissing crumbles like it always does.

his big hands lock around the curve of your ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, guiding you down until your clit grinds against the base of him and you feel every inch pulsing inside you.

“that’s it,” he murmurs against your jaw, voice low and rough like gravel, “ride it just like that, baby. show me how bad you need it.”

you try to keep it steady, hips rolling in tight little circles, but he starts thrusting up to meet you and it turns filthy fast.

skin slapping wet and loud, your soaked pussy creaming down his shaft every time you lift and drop, the obscene sound of it filling the room while your tits bounce under the thin fabric of your top. he yanks the neckline down so he can watch them, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re stiff and aching, then he pulls you forward so your chest presses to his and your mouths crash together again.

you told him no kissing. you swore it. but nanami kisses like he fucks—deep, hungry, tongue sliding against yours while he grips your waist and fucks up into you harder, the slap of his hips meeting your ass echoing every time he drives in to the hilt.

your hands fist in his hair, tugging, because you can’t help it, can’t stop yourself from whining into his mouth when the angle shifts and his cock drags right over that spot that makes your vision spark white.

he breaks the kiss just long enough to bite your bottom lip, eyes dark and half-lidded under you.

“broke your rule again,” he says, smug, voice wrecked, and then he’s dragging you down harder, forcing you to take every thick inch while your clit grinds against him with every thrust. you’re dripping, slick running down his balls, soaking the sheets, but he doesn’t care.

he just keeps fucking up into you like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else, one hand sliding between your bodies so his thumb can circle your clit in tight, mean little strokes.

your thighs burn, your cunt clenches around him so hard it’s almost embarrassing, but nanami groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, hips snapping up faster, chasing that wet heat.

“come on, pretty girl,” he breathes right against your lips, “let me feel you come all over my cock. been thinking about this since you started explaining quadratic functions like i could focus on anything but how tight this pussy is.”

you try to answer but it comes out a sob, your whole body shuddering as the pressure coils tighter and tighter. he kisses you again, swallowing every desperate sound while he fucks you through it, relentless, until your orgasm crashes over you so hard your vision blurs and your nails rake down his chest. he doesn’t stop. he just grips you tighter, fucks you deeper through the aftershocks, chasing his own release with low, filthy grunts that vibrate against your mouth.

when he finally comes it’s with your name on his tongue and his cock buried to the hilt, pulsing hot and thick inside you while he keeps rocking up slow, drawing it out, making sure you feel every drop. you collapse against his chest, lips still brushing his, rule long forgotten, and nanami just smirks against your skin like he knew you’d break it all along.

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𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸

pairing: fucked up roommate denki kaminari x (chubby) reader

summary: you never noticed how denki looks at you, you never noticed how he's giving you more and more alcohol.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: another fucked up version of denki! this time it's roommate edition! i may do another part of this focusing on the reader and how they feel about denki more in-depth!

content warnings: intoxication, somno, manipulation, groping, noncon. DARK CONTENT / READER MAY BE INTO DENKI BUT IT'S NOT EXPLICATED STATED (maybe next time it goes a bit differently... maybe reader punishes denki for what he did or something similar... i would cover this in a part two!) / mdni / 18+

be warned and please tread carefully before reading! make sure to read all the content warnings!

being roommates with denki meant a lot of things.

it means waking up in the morning and seeing him because he hasn't gone to bed yet because he's been playing a new game that released that day.

it means finding the cake that your coworkers got you for your birthday "mysteriously" half eaten. it means him accidentally knocking your shampoo over while he's in the shower, hurriedly trying to pick it up before all of it spills out and goes down the drain.

it means hearing his music through the walls and hearing him when he brings people home, shushing them and trying to quietly shut the front door, but you still hear it from the next room though. and you know that you should put headphones on but you don't, in fact you make sure that no noise is coming from your room to try and hear him clearly. you know your roommate doesn't know about it but he's cute and every time you think about stopping your actions you don't.

being roommates with denki meant a lot of things that you didn't know about.

it means that when you can't find your underwear and think the washing machine has eaten it they're really in denki's room next to his bed for the next time he masturbates, holding the fabric in his hands as he strokes his cock or holds it up to his face, inhaling deeply, rolling his eyes and groaning. it means that you don't know why some of the food you eat has this strange aftertaste, you don't know that it's from when denki came all in it.

it means he always tries to get you high because you get all floaty and giggly when you are and he finds it so cute, you look so vulnerable. it means whenever you go out dancing with your friends he suggests one of the tighter, shorter dresses that you own, one he knows that cling to your soft curves more, using it as masturbating material as soon as you walk out the door.

you liked having denki as a roommate. he's miles above any other roommate you have had and occasionally you'll see a post online about a nightmare roommate and as you read you think about how lucky you have it with denki as a roommate.

however, denki doesn't have good intentions when it comes to you.

his thoughts are anything but pure, innocent, or platonic and he hopes you'll be living together for a long time.

some of his roommates have been okay but none were as hot as you. none wore revealing clothes while sleepily going into the kitchen after waking up in the middle of the night to get water while he's still in the living room watching tv.

none had a cute laugh like you when laughing at something he said. none made him want to shove his cock into their mouths when watching them giggle like you. none made him want to fuck them against the sofa after watching them bend down to reach the cushion that fell on the floor.

"come on roomie you said you'd be able to keep up with me," denki teases you with a smirk, pouring you another drink.

you huff at the nickname, "i told you not to call me that kaminari it sounds silly."

he laughs. "but you make such a pretty face when you get annoyed." his eyes are hooded as he gets a peak of your breasts in the baggy pyjama shirt you're wearing as you reach over to your phone, resting on the table, to dismiss a notification that just came up.

you don't notice that denki isn't pouring himself another drink. you don't notice that every time your glass is empty denki's instantly refills it. he smirks when he sees your eyes glaze over from all the alcohol, he knows it's only a matter of time before you start slurring your words and swaying in your seat.

"i can't drink anymore denk-i" you hiccup disrupting you as you speak his name.

"come on, at least finish the drink you have now." he smirks at you.

"yeah, okay," you nod and hold the glass in your hands. you gulp down the rest.

when you pick up your phone to get ready to leave and go to bed denki starts talking to you, manipulating you, "where you going sweetheart? you said that you would have one more." he's never called you sweetheart before but it doesn't register in your head, neither does the fact that he's lying to you.

"have another one?" you tilt your head to the side not remembering anything.

denki pours you another drink, "yeah you said you'd stay with me to keep drinking."

"oh... yeah, i remember now." you nod your head sluggishly.

he smirks and rubs his thumb on your plush thigh, standing up and stretching, "i'll go get the shot glasses."

your eyebrows furrow and you turn your head to see him when he starts to leave to go to the kitchen, "i don't do shots kaminari," you slur and he chuckles.

" 'course you do sweetheart. we do them all the time."

it's now two in the morning and you've been drinking non-stop for a while now, so long that time has gotten away from you and your body is slumped over and your whole weight is pressed against denki's side.

he doesn't stop his grin appearing on his face as he hears your breathing evening out and can tell you're passed out. he's not gentle as he takes your head of his shoulder and moves you to lay on the sofa. he pushes your thick thighs open and yanks down the shorts that you were planning to go to sleep in.

his eyes go wide not expecting you to not be wearing any underwear, especially in his company. he wonders if this was a one time thing or if you do it all the time. he smirks and traces soft patterns onto your inner thighs, you're just so full of surprises.

he pulls your shirt up and finally, after months, gets to see your tits.

as soon as your body is on display he starts touching you, hungrily and unashamed at his actions.

denki pinches your nipples hard and sees the way your eyebrows scrunch up, even though you're passed out the pain still shows on your face.

he runs his over hand down your body, the featherlight touch of his fingertips brushing against your stomach and hips, going all the way back down to your inner thighs and cunt. he groans as he runs his finger through your folds, he's barely touched you but you're still wet. he talks to you even though he knows you can't hear, "you're practically begging for this huh sweetheart," he says huskily, voice dripping with lust. "bet you wanted this for awhile. i mean just look at this pussy, she's so sticky. she really knows what she wants," he smirks. he dips two of his fingers inside and breaths heavily, "aw you're so warm roomie. every second you're getting wetter and wetter." he takes his fingers out and plunges back into your pussy, starting a steady pace, "you'll soon start dripping all over my fingers won't you? a greedy little slut who can't help herself" denki chuckles meanly.

after a couple minutes of fingering you he stops and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and groaning. "for a slut you taste really good sweetheart and normally i'd eat you out for hours until your squirming and even then i wouldn't stop until i decide too but i'm on a time crunch here."

he gets out his cock and strokes it a couple times, it's the hardest he's ever been and his cock is throbbing, tip already weeping. "i considered jerking off and cumming on your face. normally when you drink you don't feel up to washing your face and don't do it until you go to bed. you'd have cum on your face the entire day and wouldn't even notice. god that really gets me going but right now i could do anything with you and you wouldn't even wake up. i wonder if you've ever done anal... i would say that there's only one way to find out but your cunt feels so good, it would be a shame not to use it." he grins and wraps his arm under your thigh and pulls you down the couch so you're closer to each other.

he smirks when he watches your soft body bounce as you move, "i'm going to ruin you sweetheart and you won't remember, you won't know. the whole time you'll be unsatisfied with every fuck or partner and you won't understand why, you won't know it's 'cause of me. you won't know that you're mine." with his other hand he holds onto your wide hip to keep you in place so you your pliant body doesn't move.

he pushes into your pussy slowly and groans, gritting his teeth his hold on your hip tightens, no doubt leaving bruises as he tries to ground himself. he doesn't want to cum so quickly. he knows he can go for multiple rounds but he doesn't want the first one to be so soon. he sighs blissfully and holds you closer, "ff-fucking perfect," denki groans as he sinks each inch further until you're full and he's all in.

it's going to be a very long night.

[luvcaleb]

cw: pseudocest, caleb being a pervert, aka me being a pervert. it's not just the ovulation i fear

camboy!caleb who runs a popular account of homemade videos. they're nothing professional, clearly taken on a phone with no real sense of order — no proper introduction or scripted dialogue, filmed in shitty lighting and even worse angles — but there's just something hot about how spontaneous it all feels, how he's not putting on a show and he's simply letting his viewers watch even though they feel as if they shouldn't be seeing something so intimate.

camboy!caleb who either performs by himself — his large hand stripping his even larger cock, hips fucking back into his fist, abs shining with sweat rolling as he moves — or with you constantly featured in his videos, always faceless but identifiable by the moles on your body. he's never had a different partner, even with floods of DMs asking for collabs; it's always the same girl whose pussy he's obsessed with, consistent throughout the few years he's been posting.

camboy!caleb who's known for being an eater, having quite a few videos in his collection where he's just playing with the your pussy with no regard to his cock straining against his pants. holding down your thighs as he makes you cum over and over, lips smacking wetly against your cunt, talking absolute filth to your pussy. "gonna cum for me, baby? wanna squirt your pussy juice over gege's face? come on, you don't have to hold back. cum, cum, cum... fuck, you're making a fountain out of your cunt, haha."

he's absolutely depraved when he makes you sit on his face, nose digging into your clit, dazed eyes staring at your bouncing tits. the sounds he makes are obscene, all groans and slurping noises and praise for how good you are for him. his cock remains untouched, but he's spilling precum from his angry tip, close to bursting just at the sweet taste of your slick. "ride my face, pips. fuck, look at you go... you taste fucking delicious."

camboy!caleb who can spend ages toying with your cunt, fingers pruny from how long he spent teasing your insides. he spreads your pussy lips wide, showing off how wet you are, cruelly flicking at your clit and burying his digits knuckle-deep. the squelching is especially loud when he shushes your moans, murmuring, "can't be loud today, baby. we don't want anyone else hearing you like this, yeah?"

camboy!caleb who fucks like he wants to get you pregnant. he fucks hard and deep, balls slapping against your skin, the tip of his cock distending your stomach each time he slides back in. his thrusts are rough, but precise; he always hits the spot that drives you insane, scratching lines down his back and screaming his name. "here? you like it right here? alright, baby, gege's gonna give it you. just. like. this." with each emphasized word, he slams in even deeper, eyes crinkling in delight when you gush squirt all over him again.

camboy!caleb who always creampies. when he cums, he makes sure it's inside, filling up your cunt with his hot milky loads. his semen is always thick, and he takes some time to finish cumming. "shit, princess. think i'm gonna knock you up this time? i filled you up so much, it's fucking dripping."

camboy!caleb who has a little sister kink. or at least, his viewers assume so; his video titles are more often than not some sort of porny clickbait like "fucking my stepsis when nobody's home" or "teaching my stepsis how to masturbate". he seems really committed to the bit; he films his videos in random places of the house, fucking you against the front door or pounding into you in the bathroom while trying to keep quiet. "yes, fuck, take in all of your big brother's cock... you're so fucking wet for gege, huh? hear that? all this slick is from you, baby."

"getting off from your brother's dick... who taught you to be such a slut? but it's okay. as long as you're only gege's slut."

"hng, shit, my sister's pussy is the best... so fucking tight and hot..."

"cum. cum all over your big brother's cock. yes, fuck, just like that— squirt as much as you want. gege's gonna clean up your mess with his tongue."

"ah, hah, gege's going to cum, okay? gege's cumming deep inside. ohh, shit, fuck— i'm cumming— cumming inside my little sister's pussy—"

porn sites have plenty of step sibling roleplay. surely, camboy!caleb is just acting, right?

...right?

[rinhaler]

Hi!! I saw you wanted to write for Naoya, may I request some trophy wife/breeding kink?

This request is so old I'm thinking I'm gonna start going through my old reqs but I'm starting with this one because I am beyond feral about Naoya lately!!

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, breeding kink, mirror sex, naoya is a warning lbr, calls us 'darling, good girl, princess, woman', use of 'daddy', degredation, dumbification, maybe choking if u squint, lmk if I missed any!

words: 2.1k

You had once been nameless to him, to your Naoya.

But now, barely a year later, you share his name.

He knew you had to be his the moment he set his eyes on you. It was a mere coincidence that he had business to attend in the building you worked in. It was a mere coincidence that you got in the elevator at the same time as he was riding it. And it was a mere coincidence that you were accompanied by a snivelling, long-forgotten acquaintance he hadn’t thought about for years.

A pathetic excuse of a man who he instantly noted had a crush on you.

He re-familiarised himself with this man, for you. He found his contact information and met him for coffee. He pretended to listen to him ramble about the old days and other drivel he thought would be of any interest to Naoya.

His drink started to cool; the lukewarm temperature of his coffee made him realise enough time had been wasted. His posture changed, his friendlier demeanour dropped as he leaned forward. He placed his phone on the table, unlocked, with the phone screen open and ready to be typed into. His acquaintance looked with an amalgamation of confusion and concern, his eyes dating between Naoya’s and his phone.

“I’d like you to give me the number of that colleague of yours we rode the elevator with.” he said, plainly. He scoffed out a laugh immediately as he saw the man’s panic rise at the threat of competition. As if he would actually stand a chance with you. “You know who I’m referring to, yeah? Big tits, perfect ass. Give me her number.”

“N-No,” he shook his head. “I mean, I don’t have it. So, I can’t, I’m sorry.” he responded, pulling his lips into a thin line as he chewed his own nerves.

“Is that so?” Naoya spoke, standing to his feet. “That is unfortunate, it seems I’ve wasted my precious time on you. Thankfully I remember you both work on floor twelve so I can get it myself. I’ll be seeing you, then.”

“Wait!” he grabbed Naoya’s arm to stop him, quickly letting go and Naoya’s eyes looked down at it. “L-Listen. I’m sure a guy like you can have any girl you want. But me ‘n her have something special! P-Please leave her be.”

Naoya smirked, at that, dusting off his arm where the man’s hand had been. He turned to face him dead on, looking down with contempt and disdain as a myriad of insulting sentences and degrading words flew through his mind.

“I can’t tell if you actually believe that or not. She is a woman of a certain calibre made for a specific kind of man. She is made to belong to a man like me.”

“Belong?”

“Yes, belong. Women are made for men. They are made to be dressed, displayed, fucked, and bred. You don’t understand that and so you will never succeed if you and competing with a man like me. I sympathise; I do.” he said as he pulled out his wallet and threw down a few bills on the table. “And I suggest you don’t interfere, I’m quite friendly with your boss.”

All the man could do is watch that shit-eating smirk sprawl across Naoya’s features before he took his leave. His heart was racing and his blood boiled. He couldn’t afford to get fired.

He couldn’t afford to warn you.

Naoya is the kind of man who likes to show off his achievements, and you are no exception. You are his favourite investment. A beautiful woman on his arm with a ring on her finger is the highest form of currency at any event he attends. The dresses he buys that accentuate your soft breasts and plump ass are worth every penny. Expensive earrings and necklaces are displayed so beautifully and paint a picture of how much you are worth; how much he is worth, and how easily he can splash his cash around.

You didn’t know you were the type of woman to be allured by money until you met him. He found you at the perfect time, hating your job and struggling to make ends meet. The money isn’t what attracted you to him, it was his looks. It isn’t any less superficial, really, but a handsome new face in your workplace was a breath of fresh air. He knew how to flirt, he was charismatic and you found yourself stalling the conversation to prevent him from leaving. Your fingers let off steam as you typed your number in his phone, and you were left waiting with bated breath to see when he’d make contact.

But you’re his wife, now. And you haven’t quite noticed that, to him, you are a possession. You only rank higher than his luxury cars and designer watches because of your body. He loves every inch of you, thinking about your cleavage in tight tops or your ass in a clingy skirt makes him rock fucking hard.

There’s no denying your body drives him wild. But there’s something missing, something you don’t have.

And still, there’s no time wasted when he gets that way. Whether he’s in his office at work or at home with you, he seeks instant relief and gratification. He’ll play with himself at his desk, video calling you and ordering you to strip and talk dirty to him as his fist becomes a blur.

The more likely outcome, however, is him having his wicked way with you as he is now. You’d been so perfect, his perfect girl. So well trained when speaking to guests at your party. You conversed with wealthy men who ogled you more shamelessly than your own husband does. You weren’t drinking, not alcohol. Never alcohol. A glass of sparkling water with a fat lemon wedge that Naoya must remember to scold the help for. It’s hideous and he almost couldn’t take his eyes off it. Your drink was chilled with ice, and that is what broke him away from his anger regarding the lemon.

With a delicate sip, the water still somehow spilled from the corner of your lips. It was too quick for you to dab away undetected, rolling rapidly from your mouth and down your neck. It slid perfectly to the roundness of your pushed-up tits, much to the delight of every man in your proximity. You apologised immediately for your unsightliness, like the good girl Naoya expects you to be.

But in actuality, he didn’t mind. No one minded. The sensuality of one little droplet stirred so deliciously with your innocent obliviousness was more erotic than any porn.

“Excuse us, gentlemen. I’ll get my wife cleaned up.” he told them, “Come with me, darling.” he said, already leading you away.

His definition of ‘cleaning you up’ turned out to be him fucking desperately into you in front of your wall to ceiling mirrors.

All he could manage was pulling his cock out, he simply didn’t have time to undress. He almost didn’t have time to undress you either, but there’s more of you he wanted to see.

Your skirt rests around your waist, and all he felt necessary to do was yank down your top enough to expose your breasts. He’s noisy, your Naoya, and you’re sure he gets off to the sight of you and what he does to you more than what he’s actually doing to you.

His large hand holds your jaw from behind so you can see what he’s seeing. The way your tits bounce and jiggle with every pummel of his hips. The way his cock disappears in and out of your spread cunt while your thighs ripple with each eager fuck. His cock glistens and shines with your goodness, coated with the wetness given to him as he bullies himself inside of your plush, velveteen walls.

“Naoya— N-Naoya! Our guests!” you remind him, doing all you can to hold yourself up amid the onslaught of fucks. Nothing else matters to him, not more than this. And truthfully, you couldn’t care less either. But you’d be remiss to not attempt to seem responsible.

“Fuck, don’t.” he speaks as his teeth grit. A hand moves from your hip to rest on the mirror and he almost mounts you even while standing.

You’re so small, beneath him, gasping for air as his hand moves from your chin to your throat. He begins to leave tell-tale smudges on the pristine mirror that the maids can gossip about later.

“Fuuuuck baby, g’na send you back out there with no panties on,” he all but growls in your ear. You giggle slightly, at that. But he can’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“N-Nuh-uh, everyone would—”

“Nuh-uh? Gone dumb already, princess? Yuh-huh. Don’t say no to me, remember? Good girls don’t say no.” he carries on talking right in your ear. He chuckles as you clench, his words rushing straight to your heat and you somehow douse his length further. “Like it when daddy talks to you, huh? Want daddy to talk you through it?” he says, it’s mocking but he means it. You feel like your heartbeat is in your tongue and you’re gasping for a breath.

That was new.

“Daddy? D-Daddy?”

“Yeaaaah, daddy.” he smirks.

His brows knot together as his thrusts become heavier and his balls begin to slap against your ass. They’re heavy, so heavy and full and he’s close. You can almost feel his heartbeat as his body rests against your back. Each thump of his heart feels like a punch between your shoulder blades and it’s a sensation you could get addicted to.

Your tits, your thighs, your ass. He’s in love with your body and your softest parts but they all pale in comparison to his favourite thing in the world. Something that makes him harder than anything in the fucking world, and it’s something you don’t have.

“Everyone’s gonna see my cum leaking out of you when you go back to that party,” he tells you, looking at you directly in the mirror as he speaks. He holds your chin again, forcing you to look at him, and you don’t dare close your eyes. “And in a few months, w-when your belly swells with me, everyone who was here will remember this way the day that I fucked you full.”

“Ohmygod,” you gasp, eyes rolling back as the salaciousness of his words makes your heart skip a beat. “You want a baby?” you ask, your body too tired to express true surprise.

“No… baby,” he starts, moving closer to the mirror so that your tits squish against the cool glass. His eyes darken, angling his head to nibble on your ear as his hips slow slightly. “I want an heir.”

He’s not looking at you in the mirror anymore. He’s looking at you. Your hair that had been so perfectly in place minutes prior now fucked into stray strands. Beads of sweat traversing from your hairline down your neck and the way your pulse throbs with each earnest breath.

His hand flies down to rub your clit after you hear his confession. The words, for some reason, had brought you closer than ever to your looming demise. He’s lost all semblance of control, he almost doesn’t want this encounter to end and yet he knows it must. He rails into you with a deliverance that is sure to bruise your thighs, a sight that is more exquisite than a priceless painting. It is art made by him that you’re sure to thank him for.

He moans louder as he imagines the sight of you on the bed, purple blooming bruises formed on the backs of your legs as you lie with your head in the pillows and ass in the air. His pretty painting leaking with his seed, what a sight it would be. He spills himself inside of you at the very idea of it before he remembers once again that he’s in the moment, now. He’s fucking you, now.

He’s rubbing your clit until you start to cum.

“Cum, now.” he orders.

And you do, so divinely. Your knees buckle in and he doesn’t stop rubbing you despite your whimpers and protests.

“Don’t run from it, don’t you dare run from it, woman,” he warns you. “Giving you my kid, need you to take it all.”

He wraps an arms around your ribs and below your breasts and it genuinely feels like he’s taken your lungs in his hands and he’s squeezing with all his might. You can’t run, even if you tried. Your whole-body trembles in his hold and your brain feels robbed of oxygen as you feel spurt after spurt of his hot white injection infiltrating your insides.

“Mmmmpf, Naoya,” you hum contently. “S’full… hope that made you a daddy.”

“If it didn’t… we’re gonna have to keep going ‘til it takes.”

© 2026 rinhaler

[yandere-daydreams]

experiment #2: intoxication x emetophilia.

part of the freak shit march scientific trials.

subject: fushigoru toji (jjk).

duration: 2.0k words.

warnings: non/con, fem!reader, heavy drinking, age gaps, vomiting, object insertion, coercion, implied past assault, wildly toxic relationships, and obsessive behavior. dead dove: do not eat.

You should’ve known better than to drink with Toji.

It always sounded like such a good idea. He was good at that – making bad, stupid, dangerous things sound fun. Tell him the name of your latest terrible ex and find a few fingers on your doorstep the next day. Get on the back of his bike and take a joyride that reminded you precisely why he didn’t have a license. Go back to his apartment after an assignment and drink expensive sake and cheap beer until you couldn’t see straight. Inevitably, you would remember that Toji was physically incapable of getting drunk, but that was always well after you’d already guzzled down your weight in free liquor. He just had that effect on you. There was just something about Toji that made you forget how to look out for yourself.

Not that you were in a position to look out of much of anything, at the moment. Laid across the couch of his newest luxury rental, an arm thrown over your eyes to block out the blinding overheads, you could barely be considered aware, let alone able. Your mind was a pleasant fog and your body was an entirely separate entity – something warm and sensitive that seemed to wrap around you, the real you, like a fleshy shell. Distantly, you could hear footsteps moving across the padded carpet, feel something being pressed against your bottom lip. The rim of a shot glass, cool and smooth and welcoming. You opened your mouth and let Toji pour its contents down your throat, savoring the burn until all that lingered was a bitter aftertaste and his shadow looming over you.

“Want another, princess?”

You shook your head. You were exhausted. You felt sick. The last thing you wanted was more of whatever he was trying to give you.

Your voice was stained, the words blended into a single slurred drawl. “I wanna go to bed.”

“I can help with that.”

He sat next to you, nudging your limp body against the back of the couch. A large hand came to rest on your stomach, then moved north, over your chest and up to your neck. His palm settled at the base of your throat as he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, hungry kiss. You tried to keep him out, but every muscle in your body felt loose, disconnected, and soon, his tongue was in your mouth, running over your teeth and filling the hollows of cheeks like some visceral, drooling, wolf-like animal. You could hear him groan, feel him panting against you. Urgh. Gross.

Too clumsily, you brought a hand to his chest and pushed. Toji pulled back, and you rolled onto your side, giggling. “I’m drunk, but—” A hiccup, another round of laughter. He waited patiently for you to go on, his scarred lips pulled into an easy grin. “I’m not that drunk, old man.”

This was part of the routine, too. He’d sigh and stand up, maybe watch a game while yourode out your stupor. Eventually, you’d drag yourself to the nearest bathroom and vomit, then wait for Toji to collect you off of the floor and deposit you in his bed. In the morning, he’d make a run for breakfast while you nursed your hangover. On the train back home, that afternoon, you would promise yourself that this was the last time, that you wouldn’t put yourself through that again, only to relapse as soon as he made his next offer. And so the wolf chased the moon, and the snake ate its own tail, and the cycle repeated ad infinitum.

That was how things usually went, at least. How they were supposed to go.

But Toji wasn’t backing off, tonight.

He nudged your legs apart and placed his hulking body between your spread thighs. You kicked at him playfully, but any blow you might’ve been able to land was feather-soft, as harmless as declawed kitten batting at its owner’s hands. If Toji felt anything at all, his only response was a low breath of a laugh. “Not drunk enough, huh?” He hooked a thumb underneath the waistband of your shorts. “I can fix that.”

You tried to sit up, to paw at his hands, but it was already too late. The crumpled denim slid away easily, pooling around your knees. Toji spent more time on your panties – dragging his big, calloused thumb over the seat until your slit was clearly visible. Humiliatingly, you were already wet. Liquor tended to do that to you – making you twitchy and warm and prone to having every little touch shoot straight to your cunt. You hadn’t been lying, earlier. No part of you wanted to fuck a man twice your age in a drunken haze, but it would’ve been impossible to control your hips as he traced sloppy patterns into your clit, to stop yourself from bucking into his face as he pulled your panties to the side and licked a long, warm stripe over your pussy. Messy. That’s what he was. Messy, and disgusting, and touching you.

You closed your eyes. You couldn’t stand up on your own, much less drag yourself to safety. Your only option, realistically, was to lay back, try to enjoy yourself, and beat the shit out of him in the morning. And, maybe if the world was a little kinder, that was what you would’ve done. Maybe if Toji was a little nicer, that was what he would’ve let you do.

Unfortunately, Toji wasn’t very nice.

You felt the glass, first. Circular and chilled, as if he’d only just pulled it out of the cooler, pressing against your entrance. You cracked one eye open, lips quirking downward. “’ji, I don’t—What are you—”

He hushed you, pecking your lips. “You trust me, right?”

You shook your head. Toji laughed.

“Smart girl.”

The stretch was immediate and painful. All the alien pressure of having someone forced inside of you without the give of an organic partner, the smooth glass of the bottleneck spreading you open from all sides. It felt wrong. It felt like you were going to bruise. Worst of all, it didn’t feel empty.

Toji worked a hand under your ass, lifting your lower body up and resting it on his bent knees. The position was awkward, too close for comfort, but Toji didn’t seem to mind. He rocked the bottle back and forth, pushing it in and pulling it out, spilling its contents inside of you. Confusion and hurt overshadowed anything else you might’ve felt, a mix of emotions you could only seem to voice in whining mewls. It must’ve been your imagination, but you would’ve sworn you could taste the sour tinge of beer in the back of your throat, that something was making the liquor in your stomach turn over and curdle. Toji’s thumb found its way back to your clit, the patterns harsher now – crueler. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to feel good. You weren’t sure if the thought had even crossed his mind.

“Been meaning to do this for a while, now.” He thrust the bottle into you. You could feel your cunt split open around the widening neck. “Ever since Shiu paired you up with me. You should really blame him, y’know. He knows I can’t stay away from the young n’ eager type, always so trying so hard to make me happy.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about. You could hardly hear him over the pounding in head, the sound of your heart beating in your ears. His pace got faster, the bottle deeper – its flared base now pressing into your pass every time he bottomed out. The textured rim brushed up against something soft and spongey inside of you, drawing out a garbled moan. Your vision was starting to blur.

“Just knew you were gonna be mine from the start.” And Toji was still fucking talking. You’d give anything for him to shut up. You’d give anything for him to drop dead and let you do the same. “I realized something, though. Probably ‘round the tenth time you turned me down. Wanna know what?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to. He was already going on. You could only wonder how he managed to speak through that wide, sloppy grin.

“Once I got my hands on you, I wouldn’t want to let go.”

You weren’t listening. You were beyond that. Something was happening deep inside you – a tightening, a drowning, a rejection. Every muscle in your body clenched, your pussy clamping around the bottleneck was a mix of beer and slick leaked out of you and onto Toji’s couch. White tinged the edges of your vision as the room blurred around you, distorting into a senseless blend of colors and shadows before snapping back into too-keen focus. At the same time, you felt your stomach roll over, bile searing the back of your throat. Saliva pooled underneath your tongue, wetting the corners of your mouth. Immediately, you understood what was happening. Somehow, it was already too late.

You had just enough time to twist onto your side and lift your head before your throat tightened, before your breath hitched and you were emptying the contents of your stomach onto his pristine carpeting. That was something that had always surprised you about Toji – how neat he liked to keep things.

Little victories, you guessed.

Your orgasm was nursed to a tapered, anticlimactic end. Toji stopped moving, easing the beer bottle out of your cunt with a low whistle. “Think you might’ve had a little too much?”

You let out a miserable sob, collapsing into yourself. Too much. Way, way too much.

He hummed and gathered you up in his arms. You were vaguely aware of the moving scenery, of hard tile pressing into your knees, but you only fully processed where you were as your upper body slumped into cool porcelain – a toilet, the seat raised and your head hanging over the bowl. Toji was positioned behind you, his sweatpants shrugged low on his hips and his achingly hard cock aligned with your abused pussy. He eased the first few inches into you, and your chest spasmed, a now-familiar sensation rising to the surface.

This time, when you retched, it was less of a relief and more of an active expulsion – forceful enough to leave you shaking and gasping for breath, trying to fill the abruptly hollow cavity in your gut. Toji only laughed, draping himself over you. One hand remained on your waist while the other latched onto your jaw, holding you steady as he dragged his tongue over your open mouth, lapping up the acrid bile staining your lips. You could feel him pulsing inside of you, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t.

He pulled your limp body back, burying his cock inside of you. As his hips pressed into your ass, you closed your eyes and let the world go dark.

~

You woke up late the next morning, head pounding and body sore. Your mouth tasted like beer, sleep, and vomit. You were in Toji’s bed.

There was a bottle of water on the bedside table, which you chugged greedily. Just as you started to force yourself upright, the bedroom door creaked upon. Toji, already dressed and toting a plastic bag on one wrist, filled the doorway.

“Long night?”

“Fuck you.” You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with your knuckle. “Was it? I can’t remember anything.”

“Keep it that way. Had to peel you off the bathroom floor by the time you were done.” He fished something out of his plastic bag and tossed it to you. Painkillers. You tore off the lid and swallowed down three dry – anything to stop the awful, throbbing ache seeping out of every part of your body. “Let me know when you’ve pulled yourself together. Shiu’s got another job lined up – wants us to stop by his place for drinks after we wrap up, too.”

You groaned. “Don’t you ever get tired of watching me embarrass myself?”

“When it comes to you, princess?”

He grinned, and for whatever reason, the sight sent a chill down your spine. If you didn’t know better, you might’ve called it fear.

As if you had any reason to be scared of Toji.

“Never.”

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MDNI 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ toji definitely loves to eat ass. no i will not debate on this. m.list

he'd have those large hands spreading your cheeks wide, bruises blossoming under the pads of his calloused fingers as he spits a long string of saliva directly onto your puckering hole.

he'd love how much it made you squirm, clawing at the sheets as you try to crawl away, smacking your ass and watching the skin ripple— the heat of the smack making tears well in your eyes.

"c'mon doll, just tryin' to eat my favorite meal. don't go runnin' away from me brat."

he'd spit another thick glob directly onto the curve of your back, smacking your ass again before finally dipping his head down.

long wet tongue teasing your ass, spitting onto your hole again as he laps languid circles around it.

and you'd beg, beg for him to stop, your cheeks burning at the sheer humiliation— but you secretly love it.

"cryin' f'me while i eat this pretty little ass, actin' like you hate it— but your cunt's drooling on the bed."

he'd laugh against your hole as it pulses, jiggling your cheeks as he dips his tongue in ever so slightly, making you gasp and both of your holes clench.

then when he's really got you goin', he'd bring two thick fingers to plunge into your tight cunt, curling as he hits that spongy spot, silky walls fluttering around them.

he'd remove his fingers, a long lewd web of your slick dripping down onto his hand.

"tch, look at ya', pretty pussy's drippin down my hand."

he'd murmur, tongue still dipping in and out of your ass as he brings his slick covered fingers to wipe along the curve of your back, mixing it with his spit.

"fuckin' messy, aren't ya brat?"

the thick digits plunging back into your sopping cunt, bringing you right to the edge with his fingers, walls clenching and pulsing as you cry out, "y-yes, right there!"

but then he'd remove them completely, smacking your ass with your arousal still coating his fingers, his tongue doubling it's efforts as he licks along your back hole.

"f-fuck!" you cry out, unable to stop your orgasm, cunt gushing down your thighs as he finally pulls back, but not before giving your poor puckered hole a sweet kiss.

"heh— would you look at that. just came from me eatin' your ass. you're fuckin' filthy, doll."

a/n: erm. yeag..idk ... sorry.... (not proofread i wrote this in like 10 min)

tags: @orgasmbunny @sukunathispussy

if you'd like to be tagged in future works leave a comment letting me know, must have an age somewhere on your profile, 18+

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[polaroidsex]

ᓚᘏᗢ ⦂ your boyfriend is not home, that’s the perfect opportunity for his dad to eat your cunt. — likes & reblogs are appreciated!

his tongue is deep in your cunt.

nanami is not teasing. he’s not licking pretty along the outside. he’s got you open, one hand anchoring your thigh against the bed, the other wrapped tight around your hip. and he’s fucking you with his tongue proud.

you don’t know how long he’s been down there. you lost track of time somewhere between your second orgasm and the wet sound of him moaning into you like he’s starving.

his nose nudges your clit every time he thrusts in. you twitch. whimper. try to move, but he just presses you down like you’re not going anywhere until he’s satisfied.

“stay still,” he mutters into your cunt, voice low and rough, hot breath washing over your slick folds. “you keep running and i’ll just have to start over.”

you whimper again, because you can’t stay still, not when he’s curling his tongue like that, not when your pussy’s so wet it’s dripping down his chin.

his mouth is slow but deep, maddening. he fucks into you with thick, measured strokes, tongue dragging along your walls like he’s tasting for something specific.

you gasp sharp when he flattens his tongue inside you and grinds his face up against your clit, letting your cunt pulse around his mouth while he hums low, satisfied.

“tight little hole,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to spit down onto your pussy before diving in again. “sloppy already.”

your legs tremble, one hooked over his shoulder, the other spread wide and shaking by the edge of the bed, toes curling against the mattress.

you’re soaked. soaked. the kind of wet that’s messy, pornographic, shameful. the kind of wet that makes his brows furrow and his eyes flick up to yours, just once.

“you need more?” he asks, voice flat but not unkind. more like he’s taking inventory. like your body is his to manage.

you nod fast, embarrassingly needy and barely able to speak.

“use your words.”

“yes,” you pant. “more, please—fuck, don’t stop—”

he doesn’t. he doesn’t even blink.

his fingers come up, sliding into the mess of your folds, spreading you open while his tongue pushes back in. two fingers press down just above your clit while he tongues you harder, deeper, face flushed against the slick mess of you.

you can feel it building tight in you. it’s so sharp and knotted, like something’s going to snap and nanami knows. of course he knows. he’s too precise not to.

he shifts his grip, presses two fingers to your clit in slow, heavy circles while he tongue-fucks you through the slickest, most humiliating orgasm of your life.

your back arches. thighs shake. your mouth falls open and nothing comes out but a broken little cry as your cunt clenches around his tongue and gushes wet down his chin.

and he doesn’t stop.

not until you’re twitching, boneless, soaked and spent under his mouth. not until he’s sure you’ve felt everything.

he finally pulls back, breath steady, eyes dark.

wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he calmly adjusts his watch. and that’s when you realize.

you’re dating the wrong blood line.

[polaroidsex]

🜼 ⋆ just freak choso bouncing his thigh while you’re sat on him, mind you, it’s a friends group car ride. — part 2

you weren’t even supposed to sit on his lap.

but the car’s packed, and your friend shouted “just sit on choso, he’s got space,” like it was no big deal.

and maybe it wasn’t.

until you felt the way his thigh flexed under you.

thick. warm. solid.

and positioned just right between your legs, pressing against the thin fabric of your little skirt, snug right under your clit.

you swallowed hard.

he smirked—barely—and placed a casual hand on your hip to “help you balance.”

but now? ten minutes into the drive?

his leg’s bouncing.

slow. steady. up and down in a rhythm that makes your breath stutter and your lashes flutter.

you shift your weight—innocently, maybe, maybe trying to get some relief—but it just makes it worse. your clit drags across the seam of your panties, the bounce sends a shiver through your spine, and suddenly your hands are gripping his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping you from screaming.

“you good?” one of your friends calls from the front.

you nod quickly, voice tight. “mhmm.”

choso doesn’t even look at you.

he just hums under his breath, hand squeezing your hip once. his thumb brushes low, close to the edge of your waistband.

his thigh bounces again and your jaw tightens as your thighs clamp.

he leans in slightly, mouth brushing your ear. no one else can hear it but you.

“you’re dripping,” he murmurs. “soak through these shorts and i will pull you onto my fingers, right here.”

you squirm, barely moving, hips twitching as another bounce sends a jolt right to your core. you’re biting your lip, eyes wide, pupils blown.

“aw,” he whispers again, lower now, “you can’t even grind properly with people watching?”

you grip his arm harder and feel his smile, his eyes still watching the road, still quiet. and then his thigh bounces harder. that’s when you almost lose it—your legs trembling, clit throbbing, body tensing like a live wire as your orgasm starts to rise. your lashes flutter. a soft gasp escapes.

but then his hand presses down on your thigh, stopping the bounce entirely.

you’re frozen. blinking. your mouth parted in betrayal.

he leans in again.

“you’ll wait,” he whispers. “good girls wait. and you wanna be good, don’t you?”

you have no choice but to nod, choso just left you shaky and ruined.

“then sit still,” he says, voice low and calm. “and if you come without permission, i’ll stuff my fingers in you the second we stop this car. front seat, back seat, doesn’t matter. you’ll cry in front of all of them.”

you don’t move the rest of the ride. not even a little.

part 2

[mattsundaes]

can’t stop thinking about kita teaching atsumu how to make you squirt in the most calm, almost clinical manner.

kita’s two fingers deep, thumb stroking your clit, his other hand pressed flat atop your abdomen to still your bucking hips while he slowly works you open. he’s doing half the work atsumu usually puts in to try and make it happen, and yet you’re gasping and whining kita’s name like you’ve never been fingered in your life.

atsumu’s dick is so hard he thinks it might fall off, and kita’s explaining the angle of his curled fingers like a fucking geometry professor.

and when a clear gush of liquid squirts out of you so hard that the spray hits atsumu, too, the corner of kita’s lips tips upward before he spreads your thighs and replaces his fingers with his mouth.

[xyzvoid-deactivated20250609]

bouncing on it while he yaps about airplanes

caleb’s a fucking mess under you, sprawled on his creaking bed, your slick pussy swallowing his cock as you bounce hard, each slam making his eyes roll back. he’s trying to talk about airplanes, clinging to some shred of control, but his moans and filthy thoughts keep spilling out, his hands groping every inch of your body like a desperate perv.

“the 747’s—fuck, so fucking tight—got a, ngh, thrust-to-weight ratio—” he chokes, a guttural moan cutting him off as you grind down, your wet cunt clenching his throbbing cock. his eyes are wild, darting from your bouncing tits to your sweat-slicked thighs, drinking in how your body jiggles, pussy lips stretched around him. his hands are everywhere—one gripping your hip, fingers sinking in the soft skin, the other squeezing your ass cheek so hard it’ll bruise, pulling you down to take his cock deeper. “shit, you’re milking me,” he groans, voice raw.

he tries again, panting. “wingspan’s like—oh god, fuck—200 feet or—” another moan rips through, his hips jerking up, cock slamming into you, hitting so deep you gasp. he’s staring at your dripping pussy, the way it sucks him in, slick coating his base, and he’s losing it. “wanna fill you up so bad,” he blurts, not even thinking, his hand sliding to your lower stomach, pressing where he can feel his cock bulge. “fuck, look at you, taking it like a champ.”

his words are sloppy, half airplane facts, half depravity. “jet engines—shit, so wet—push 60,000 pounds, but your pussy’s—” he cuts off, whining as you roll your hips, grinding your clit against him, making his cock twitch. his other hand roams, grabbing your thigh, then your waist, fingers brushing the slick mess where you’re joined. “gonna cum so hard in you,” he mumbles, eyes locked on your bouncing form, obsessed with how your ass slaps his thighs, how your pussy drips down his balls.

“don’t even know—fuck, fuck—cruising altitude’s nothing compared to—” he’s babbling, moaning louder, thrusting up sloppily to meet your bounces. his hands grip harder, one sliding to spread your ass, staring at your tight hole in the opposite mirror as he imagines fucking it next. “you feel so good!” he rasps, voice breaking, too gone to care how pathetic he sounds. he’s humping up, cock pulsing, hands groping frantically, lost in your body and his own filthy, incoherent thoughts.

a/n: you can tell I had to do research for this one☝🏼🤓

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE CHARACTER SONG Vol.5 Q.E.D. by Sakamaki Laito Mini Drama “The Secret Closet”

Original title: 秘密のクローゼット

Source: Diabolik Lovers CHARACTER SONG Vol. 5 Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: I read the title of this mini drama and immediately knew that my fate was sealed, lol. Although I have to say, I kind of expected it to be worse. Laito is kind of infamous for doing a lot of licking and such and those kind of sounds literally make my stomach turn but he only did it a few times and it was rather subtle rather than being this big ‘ol SLUUUUURP noise. Still, I think I would rather eat my own shoe than to be stuck in a cramped closet with Laito all day lol. But to each their own, I guess. :p I’m sure all of you Laito stans out there will enjoy this one.

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[yandere-daydreams]

tw - non/con, afab!reader, kidnapping, captivity, semi-public sex, and wildly unbalanced power dynamics.

Valentine's Day is Satoru's favorite.

Suguru likes Halloween more (albeit, mostly the part where they dress you up in a slutty costume and fuck you with a B-rated horror movie playing in the background), but he's got a soft spot for anything that makes Satoru happy. You think something about the shamelessness of it all appeals to him - pale pink stuffed animals tall enough to reach your waist, boxes of sickeningly sweet chocolate that you'll never get around to finishing, gifts that serve no other purpose than to affirm your love for him. Of course, you can't actually get either of them much of anything, not with so many locks on the apartment door, but he and Suguru still do their best to make the day special.

Your morning starts early. Suguru sweeps you out of bed while Satoru sleeps in, holding his hand over your mouth as he explains exactly what'll happen if you ruin his little surprise. Predictably, it involves lingerie - all pink silk and red lace and unnecessary frills. He gives you a white teddy bear before taking you back to the bedroom, a heart-shaped pillow embroidered with a cursive 'Be Mine' cradled in its plush arms.

A few minutes later, he'll guide your hips as you grind against its expressionless face, Satoru's cock lodged halfway down your throat.

If you're lucky, they'll get called away shortly after the first round - to tend to their students or to handle some curse, you aren't picky when it comes to what gets them away from them. If you're not lucky, Suguru will suck love-bites into your chest while Satoru makes breakfast, occasionally calling you into the kitchen to try pancake batter or grimace while he licks whip-cream directly off of your cheek. You aren't allowed to hold cutlery, not after trying to gauge out Satoru's eyes with a butter knife shortly after your abduction, so they'll take turns feeding you before leaving for the day, Satoru pressing kisses into your cheeks and promising he'll be back soon while Suguru laughs and shakes his head.

While they're gone, you'll wander aimlessly, picking at your meager list of chores (vacuuming, laundry, etc. - enough to keep you sane, but not enough to stave off the restlessness) and generally lamenting your pitiful existence. When you find the teddy bear thrown haphazardly into a corner of their bedroom, you'll consider trying to wash it before tearing its seams open with a pair of safety scissors and hiding its disparate pieces in different places around the apartment for lack of a better way to get rid of them. You'll try to sleep the time away, but you won't be able to.

It's dark by the time they get home. Suguru made reservations months ago that you're already running late for, so you'll be allowed to dress yourself for the first time in as long as you can remember. Going out is treated like a privilege, something you ought to be thankful for, but it's hard to be appreciative with Satoru's arm wrapped so snugly around your waist, with Suguru hovering behind you, occasionally resting a hand on the back of your neck whenever you gaze lingers a little too long on any one thing. Satoru slips the hostess a bill that might've made your mouth water a little over a year ago, and you're seated at a table on the outskirts of the dining area, well hidden from prying eyes. They'll make conversation that you try and fail not to join in on, and after ordering dessert, Satoru's hand will slip under the hem of your dress. You'll ask to leave before the food reaches the table, but Suguru will insist on staying until he's gotten his money's worth and you've cum on Satoru's fingers more times than you'd care to count. When you're red-faced and teary-eyed, the waiter will ask if you're alright, and Satoru will pull you into his side while Suguru tells him that you've always been a little nervous in public.

You won't make it home before things boil over. Suguru will park somewhere seclusive as Satoru eats you out, knee deep in the backseat. When Suguru joins you, you'll finally get your present - double-penetration, both holes stuffed while they take turns filling your mouth with their tongues. You'll sob and scream and beg them to stop, say that it's too much, that you're already overstimulated, but they'll insist on making sure you get everything they have to give you. They've been looking forward to this all year, after all. It'd be a shame not to let you enjoy such a thoughtful gift to the fullest.

Exhausted and humiliated, you'll fade in and out of consciousness as Satoru carries you upstairs and Suguru runs a bath, shyly admitting that their present might've been a little self-serving. It's only after they get you tucked into bed, Satoru already excitedly telling Suguru all of his many, many plans for a quickly approaching White Day, that you'll fade into the mercy of a dreamless, thoughtless sleep.

[yandere-daydreams]

exhibit #5 - omorashi

an installment of the freak shit march gallery showcase.

pairing: yandere!geto x reader (jjk).

length: 3.0k.

warnings: non/con, fem!reader, watersports, infantalization, mentions of physical abuse, physiological abuse, implied kidnapping, and humiliation. dead dove: do not eat.

Geto Suguru was going to kill you.

Slowly, tortuously, and with pleasure. The same way he slaughtered curses too weak to be worth choking down, the same way he allowed his non-sorcerer acolytes to be torn apart after they’d expended their usefulness. Maybe he’d make you drink boiling water, or battery acid, something hot and corrosive that would destroy you from the inside out. Maybe he would drive some curve-bladed, ritualistic dagger through your heart and leave you on his altar to bleed out. Maybe he would have you drawn and quartered, even if you weren’t completely sure where he’d find the horses. You wouldn’t put it past him, though.

You guessed the method didn’t actually matter. Whatever he chose, whatever grisly end you imagined for yourself, the fact of the matter stood true.

He was going to fucking kill you.

You crumpled into yourself, pushing your body further into the back of the closet. Hiding would’ve been pointless, but you weren’t really trying to. Suguru had locked the bedroom door after shoving you inside, and you were beyond the point of trying to escape on impulse. It was all you could do to curl into yourself and try to forget where you were, what was coming, whose blood was drying under your nails. Even that was a futile effort – successful only in dragging your last minutes alive to a standstill and giving you that much more time to contemplate your utter hopelessness. You would’ve been better off banging on the walls and begging him to kill you now. At least, then, he might’ve gotten it over with quickly.

You buried your face in your knees, groaning aloud, but your spiral into complete despair was cut short. Distantly, you heard a lock click out of place, a door swing open, a set of padded footsteps growing ever-closer. You were tempted to stay where you were, to pretend he wasn’t there, but that would’ve only delayed the inevitable. Instead, you swallowed your fear, pushed yourself to your feet, and went to meet your hangman.

Of course, Suguru was waiting for you when you finally opened the closet door, and of course, he was the pinnacle of composure. Calm and collected, leaning on the foot of his bed, his hair pulled back and his traditional attire traded out for a plain black long-sleeved shirt and a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants. The three jagged lines carved into his cheek had been cleaned, but not bandaged over. Either they hadn’t been deep enough to be worth his time, or he wanted you to see them. Hopefully the former, but most likely the latter.

He smiled when he saw you – the expression softened, gentle. “There’s my pretty girl.”

You weren’t so serene.

Throwing yourself into his arms was more of a survival instinct than any real bid for comfort. He caught you easily, laughing as you barreled into his chest and buried your face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you managed, voice muffled by fabric and proximity. “It was an accident, I—I didn’t mean to, please don’t hurt—”

“Slow down. I don’t even know what you’re saying.” He rested a hand on the top of your head, combing his fingers through your hair. “Why would I hurt you?”

Why wouldn’t he? He’d threatened to break your legs for so much as verbally wishing him dead, before. This was worse. This was a death sentence.

“Because…” It was hard to find an answer that wouldn’t incriminate you further. You pulled back, gesturing to your cheek. “Because of the accident.”

He hummed. “Remind me which accident, honey?”

Something curdled in the pit of your stomach. You let your eyes fall to your feet. “This afternoon, during your sermon.” And then, when Suguru continued to wait for a proper answer, “When you tried to pull me into your lap. You caught me off-guard, and I—” Fought back. Pushed him away. Acted like a fucking idiot. “—hurt you. It wasn’t on purpose.”

There was more to it than that. His followers had been watching, and the beat of silence that’d followed your little outburst had rung louder than anything he’d preached. You embarrassed him. It was only a miracle that he hadn’t gutted you on the spot.

“Of course.” His hand slipped down to your neck, his thumb rubbing circles in the apex of your spine. “And how could I punish you for something you didn’t mean to do?”

Easily. He’d done it before – more times than you could count. Your wrist still hurt from the day he’d dislocated it after finding a few loose coins underneath your mattress. You still weren’t sure they’d gotten there, let alone where you would’ve picked them up, but it’d been enough to make Suguru think you were planning to run away. Justification beyond that was superfluous.

But this wasn’t the time to point that out. You only nodded irrationally into his chest, and Suguru chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “I think someone’s had a long day,” he murmured, squeezing you against him before pulling away. “Let’s get you fed n’ cleaned up, alright? We’ll talk about your bedtime after that.”

You didn’t trust his sugary tone or saccharine expression, but obediently, you muttered a small ‘okay’. Suguru pulled back, taking you by the hand and leading you away.

His apartment was a small, depressing thing. He had a larger home further from the city, one with spare bedrooms for both of his girls and a private chamber where he could speak with his strange, eccentric guests privately. His live-in captive couldn’t exist under the same roof as his beloved daughters, though, and you weren’t the type of possession he liked to show off, so you were relegated to a well-maintained, but painfully unloved apartment not far from his temple. There wasn’t much decoration beyond the steel bolts on every door and window, nor did what few personal effects he kept scattered around bring you much joy – a cat o’ nine tails draped over the back of the sofa, a vacant dog crate set up in the corner of the living room. There was nothing of yours, of course. Suguru didn’t really let you have interests beyond him. Anything that demanded more of your attention than needlepoint or absentmindedly nodding along to his megalomaniacal rants was deemed unsuitable and quickly done away with.

The kitchen was a little homier, but not by much. Suguru sat you down at the kitchen table before moving to the nearest counter. There was nothing on the stove, no ingredients laid out to prep, but an electric kettle simmered quietly next to a small glass container. He hummed as he worked, filling the container with scalding hot water, measuring out a cup or so of some colorless powder and mixing it in. It wasn’t until he produced a lid – thick at the base with a pink-tinted nipple spouting out of it like some unfortunate tumor – that you realized it wasn’t a container, but a bottle. For a second, it was all you could do to sit there, motionless and bewildered, and wonder where he’d managed to find a baby.

The lid was worked onto the bottle, the temperature checked against his wrist. He placed it onto the table in front of you delicately, as not to damage the glass, and your confusion immediately turned to dread.

“I… I don’t think I have much of an appetite.”

“You’ll have to try. Growing girls need their calories.” He fell into the seat next to you, tapping his knee. “Right here, honey.”

You looked toward the bottle, then to Suguru – still smiling, still unwavering. You took a deep breath, reminded yourself that there were worse things in the world than ego-death, and pushed yourself to your feet.

Dinner was a slow, effortful, and humiliating task. Suguru held you snugly, cooing out praise as he held the bottle against your lips. You tried not to think about the lack of flavor, or the way the milk clung to the back of your throat in clumps, or why he’d apparently had baby formula and a nursing bottle on-hand. The bottle was refilled once at its half-way point, then again as you neared the last few drops. By the time you finished, your stomach ached and fatigue had knit itself into the very fabric of your being, encouraging you to shut your eyes, to rest your head against Suguru’s shoulder, to fall into the repetitive sucking motion despite the knots of soreness forming in your jaw. Still, you knew better than to complain. As far as punishments went, this was relatively tame. You’d embarrassed him in front of his congregation, and he’d embarrassed you in front of the only person allowed to see you - him. Fair enough, good game, etc.

There was no pretense of autonomy by way of reward. Suguru kept you gathered in his arms – tucked against his chest as he carried you through the empty halls and balanced on his lap while drew a bath, the water hot enough to steam. You half-expected him to leave you to your own devices or, more predictably, to strip down and join you, but he just perched himself on the edge of the basin, only breaching the distance to wash your hair or lather your skin. It might’ve been nice, in another context, with a more loving partner. Under Suguru’s watchful gaze, it was hard to feel like anything more precious than a pet being groomed.

As Suguru drained the water, you realized you had to pee. Badly.

Which wasn’t surprising, on its own. You’d practically drunken half your body weight, and it wasn’t like there’d been many chances for a bathroom break pre-punishment, either. You did your best not to squirm as Suguru patted you down with towel, not to complain when he carefully removed the toothbrush from your hand in favor of shoving it past your lips himself. “You’ve already gotten in enough trouble, today,” he explained as he took your jaw in his free hand, holding you still when you reflexively recoiled. “We’d better make sure you don’t have the opportunity to do anything else you might regret.”

After what felt like much, much longer than two minutes, he let you rinse your mouth out without further intervention. When you were done, you lingered in front of the vanity, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“Do you mind if I…” You swallowed. “…if I get a few minutes alone?”

He hummed. “And why would you want to be alone, love?”

Your face burned. Suguru was always terrible, but he wasn’t normally this dense. “I, uh—Nevermind, I guess. It’s nothing.”

If Suguru noticed your discomfort, he was more than happy to gloss over it. Your usual sleepwear consisted of, on good nights, one of Suguru’s oversized shirts or, on most nights, nothing at all. Tonight, though, Suguru seemed to be in the mood to play dress-up – forcing an ivory nightgown over your head, combing the hair away from your face, tying a delicate, pale pink ribbon around your neck. It was only after he’d taken the better part of five minutes to slide a pair of perfectly white, perfectly frilly knee-sigh socks up your legs that he seemed satisfied, taking a step back to admire his work.

This must’ve been the second part of your punishment. It wasn’t as bad at the bottle, sure, but there was something about the way Suguru’s gaze burnt into you, the vague amusement playing underneath his lovestruck grin, the pressing awareness that he was enjoying this. You let your eyes fall into your lap, but Suguru was quick to correct you – cupping your cheek and tilting your head back, coaxing you to meet his gaze. “Feeling shy?” He squeezed, the gesture playful, yet forceful enough to bruise. “You certainly weren’t during my sermon.”

You opened your mouth to protest, to insist that it’d been an accident, but Suguru’s patience must’ve been growing thin. His mouth was on yours before you could get a word out, teeth biting into your lips, tongue raking over yours. You felt his hands, next – eager and groping, slipping under the skirt of your dress, kneading at your ass and thighs. You squeaked, jerking away, and surprisingly, Suguru let you, his hands settling on your waist.

“I’m sorry, but I—” For the millionth time that night, your voice seemed to catch in your throat. This time, you forced yourself to choke it up. “I really have to use to the bathroom.”

You heard him laugh, felt his mouth against the crook of your neck. “I know, honey.”

One of his hands drifted to your stomach, pressing down lightly. You tried to scramble back, but Suguru held you in-place – bringing a knee onto the mattress for better leverage. “I’m serious, it’s really—”

“I never said you weren’t.” His touch drifted to your cunt, two fingers dragging circles over your clit. For all the time he’d spent picking out your clothes, panties had been strategically forgotten. “It’s alright. I’m here whenever you’re ready.”

Your breaking point was staggeringly abrupt and humiliatingly minor. Suguru’s arm wrapping around your waist, his body turning over yours as he fell onto the mattress and dragged you on top of him. The bulk of his thigh pressed into your cunt, and something inside you split, cracked, spilled. It was too fast, too hot, too wet, and you couldn’t seem to make it stop. You clenched your eyes shut, anything not to have to see the growing yellow stain spreading across the white of your nightgown, but that didn’t save you from the warmth trickling down your legs, the puddle quickly forming on Suguru’s lap.

It was a dizzying juxtaposition; the tightness in your lower stomach as more pressure was put on your bladder, the heat pooling in your core as Suguru continued to trace aimless patterns into your clit. His mouth latched onto your throat, sucking hickeys into tender skin before dropping lower, following the curve of your breast. His lips sealed around your nipple just as his fingers fell from your clit to your pussy, thrusting into you with only the slightest hint of warning.

Suguru was never careful during sex, not beyond what it took to keep from breaking your neck when he wrapped his hands around your throat, but he was normally deliberate, normally intentional in the ways he used and contorted your body. Now, he seemed determined to curl and spread his digits with little to no regard for your pleasure, to batter his fingers into your cunt like he was trying to split you apart from the inside out. It hurt, but even worse, it was working – slick staining the inside of your thighs as you struggled to close your legs around his hand. You tried to get him away from you, to dig your nails into his shoulder and scratch at his chest, but Suguru only groaned into your chest, sucking that much more harshly.

It didn’t save you from his laugh – barking and cruel – or his hand on your stomach, palm pushing into your bladder, milking your embarrassment. “This,” he hissed, venom sharpening the edges of his infantilizing coo. “is a fucking accident. The shit you pulled during my sermon – that was a brat begging to be put in her place. Don’t try to pass off one for the other again.”

You tried to open your mouth, to spit that you should’ve clawed out his eyes when you’d had the chance, but the only noise you seemed able to make was an unsteady, trembling whine. A flood of humiliated tears escaped despite your best efforts, forming searing tracks down the length of your face, and Suguru leaned towards you, pressing a light kiss into your temple before running the flat of his tongue over your left cheek. There was no attempt at comfort as he dragged your hips against his, as freed his cock and aligned his tip with your entrance. He thrust into you as the last deposits of piss were forced out of your bladder, your mess leaking down his shaft. Suguru only moaned, twitching inside of you.

You didn’t want to cry. Really, you didn’t want to, but apparently, you’d managed to lose control of more than one of your bodily functions. Suguru crooned as the first sob broke past your lips, then another, until you were all-but wailing as he bounced you on his cock. With an artificial sort of exasperation, he lowered you gently onto the mattress, rolling his hips against yours. “Aw, baby, did I hurt your feelings?” The question was sardonic, teasing. As if both of you weren’t covered in your piss. “Here – I’ve got just the thing for delicate little princesses like you.”

Through tear-blurred vision, you watched him pull his shirt over his head and throw it thoughtlessly over his shoulder. A hand was brought to the back of your head and your mouth forced against his chest – lips smashed against his nipple. “Go ahead.” His nails scraped against your scalp. “All little girls love their pacifiers, don’t they?”

It was a wonder, how you’d ever thought you would get away with damaging his pride so easily.

It was a wonder, why you’d ever thought death was the worst thing he could force onto you.

He thrust into you, and you went limp underneath him. A whimper dying in the back of your throat, you let your mouth fall open, latched onto his chest, and started to nurse.

[flvffybunny]

Suguru geto

Reader kick geto and he forces her to piss on him and suck on his nipple like a baby

warnings: non/con, fem!reader, watersports, infantalization, mentions of physical abuse, physiological abuse, implied kidnapping, and humiliation. dead dove: do not eat

[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ FEARLESS, STUPID

tw. a/b/o, military au, dystopian au, noncon, threesome, heat, dumbification, double penetration, patronization/ degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, choking, anal play, a lot of spit and cum, size kink, tummy bulging, mentions of human captives, kinda forced prostitution wordcount. 9.8k

a/n. I had a lot of fun writing this one bc it’s just extremely fairycore and indulgent. heavily inspired by rhi and her incredible brain for writing the hand that feeds!!! I love that fic and have always wanted to write smt set in vaguely the same world. thank you to everyone who beta read as well I appreciate it soooo much ♡♡

geto suguru, kong shiu, fushiguro toji x fem!reader

The air is dry and cold, enough to hurt on the way in. It’s cold enough for your warm air to come back out and form droplets on your nose that drip into the snow.

Your head down, crouched in the smallest shape you can make yourself, is how you find yourself drifting in and out of focus. Not only are you cold and hungry, but it’s been long enough for the scent of smoke and ash and foul, sour fear to have started losing it’s smell. You can’t even expend the energy to move your head to the side and look, without getting tired. The crunching of the heavy boots in the snow is the only thing that’s pulling you back into it. That and the occasional clang of the line of cuffs shaking around someone’s wrists.

It’s gone quiet now.

You wonder if others have fallen asleep. You’re not far off yourself. When some commotion happens over by the gates, some of the uniformed figures rush to go look, feet kicking up snow as they go — It’s a blur of shouts and orders, before the loud hum of an armored vehicle stops not too far away. That’s all it takes to wake you up again, and despite yourself, your arms start shaking in their place behind your back. The cold of the metal radiates all through your bones.

You realize you’re scared. That’s the thumping between your ears.

“Lieutenant. Good evening, Sir.”

A soft, almost warm voice stands in stark contrast against the cold of the surroundings when the feet stop a few steps short of the kneeling row of people. “At ease, soldier.” He sounds older than some of the youthful faces you’ve seen here, dragging people around by their ankles to stuff them into loaded trucks. But not old. Not nearly old enough to carry the weight he does. “What’s all this?” the voice pivots, aimed now towards your group. A few of the women beside you uneasily shuffle in their places.

“Captives from a raid by the fifth division this morning. They interfered with the commission’s supply line when they tried to escape.”

You smell smoke with each breath. The man makes a soft humming noise, before he scans the row of kneeling people again. “So why are they still here? We have plenty of mouths to feed already.” You have seen what they do with prisoners here. Just this one, long day has shown you all you need to know. Your life will be short and unnoticed, and if you’re lucky, you won’t go through hell before you’re shot between your eyes. The cold air makes clouds in front of your face, as the steam rises above the snow into the black night. “Beta's?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You strain your neck to tilt your head up. You’re not sure why you do it. Maybe it’s the wrongful association of that voice, smooth and lithe and easy- with the pain you’ve witnessed. You don’t have much hope of making it out, and though you could beg, you’re not even sure if they see you as human enough to consider a plea a plea. Your eyes glide up the perfectly fitted suits, dark gray and gold until you find the face of the leader— and startle. Long, black hair is tied into a sloppy bun in his neck, and long bangs almost hide one eye from view.

But the eyes are striking and sharp and long lashes frame them against pale skin, and you can’t look away when his lips form the words. “So, kill them.” His cigarette burns bright orange when he takes another pull.

The younger of the two only lets out the briefest breath. “...Yes, Sir.”

The fear makes the pitched whimper get stuck in your throat, and more puffy clouds drift out of your lips when you start to shuffle in a panic. Not fight, you don’t ever fight. The man turns on his heel. And you’re not the only one, as soon cries and sniffles and the petrified glances only set you off more. Your eyes drop to the muddied, dirty patches of snow that the cars drove through, the people around the camp; as your stomach turns and your bottom lip starts to wobble. You knew this is how you’d turn out.

As soon as they put the cuffs on and tossed you onto the ground to wait… your own whimpering just melts into that of the others, but peaks when a hand grabs you by the hair and yanks you up, then lifts you by your arm. “No, no, stop!” The girls around you start screaming too, one grabbing at your arms to pull you back down. But the soldier doesn’t hesitate to kick her in the nose, as you cry, trembling like a kitten picked up by her neck.

Everyone’s scared for themselves, but they’re scared for you too, and you for them. “Stop, please! Please!” They cry. The blood thumping between your ears makes it hard to focus on anything but the painful grip on you, and the disgusted face of the man before you. When you don’t make any effort to fight, he drops you back down into the cold snow, and instead aims the long barrel of his gun straight at you.

You can’t even look away, as your heart rate slows. As you watch the small snowflakes come from the sky to meet you.

“Wait.” The voice returns when he stops halfway to the car, and makes your eyes shoot up to find his face, as shivers roll down your back. You know you’re stinking up the place, as the placating hands of the girls around you reach to brush fingers. It’s not much, but allows you to take a sniveling breath. “This one’s an Omega… Settle down, soldier. We’re not trying to hurt, are we?” The buzzcut’s eyes widen slightly, maybe as he takes a first good look at you and notices the smaller frame, big doe-like eyes, the softer set of your face and demeanor. Just as quickly as he gives you another up and down, he steps aside and lowers his heavy-duty gun back to the ground.

The older one takes a step back towards you. Your face must be windbitten, lips cracked and cold and stained with tears where you sit, but the noiret doesn’t falter as he drops into a squat before you. His face breaks out into a soft smile, and his hand rises to brush along your cheek, avoiding the black eye as he goes. “You’re a rare find. You on blockers?” Not enough recent ones to keep out all of the scent, clearly.

It’s not a question that needs answering, but as his thumb brushes over your lip, you find yourself giving the smallest nod. Gently, careful not to make any harsh movements. He does the same when he helps you right yourself back onto your knees, and then gives you a slow, calculated trace with his ocean-dark, silvery eyes. “Smart. We almost missed out on you with all the Beta stench.” A small furrow worms between his brows. “Are there others?” He asks, and then gives a swift continuation. “Don’t lie. If you lie I’ll know.”

Your voice cracks when you start. “I- If I tell you- what will happen to them?”

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, he seems to mull it over. Sharp, angular features soften just a bit as he draws his hand back from your face to run it under his nose instead. And whatever he smells must soothe the urge to get angry at being questioned, because his cheeks push up genially until his eyes are practically just moons. “How’s this? I’ll be fair, after hearing whatever information you have.” The anxiety ebbs and flows as you look to the faces at your side, then swallow.

Your heart hammers wildly in your chest. You have no reason to lie. There’s no one left that didn’t get shot as they ran… You clear your strained voice with a tight cough. “I- this is all that’s left. There’s no one else. We had people who escaped before you even closed in. B-but there weren’t any Omega’s left, the last raid already took them all. That’s all I know.” You try to keep your bottom lip from wobbling as you talk, ignoring the cold of the tears that are now freezing on your lashes.

Those dark, unrelenting eyes don’t waver as you speak, and you can’t help but wonder what it is he sees. Surely he knows, you wouldn’t need to lie. Just as you start getting anxious at the silence, he gets up from the floor, before dusting impatient hands over his pristine jacket— and a saccharine smile slips back onto his lips as he waves a hand. “Bring the Omega.” You jump when the soldier from earlier immediately starts yanking at your chains, but that’s it. It’s not in your nature to fight back. Then the Lieutenant walks back to the car as another opens it for him, and casts a final glance your way.

The smile doesn’t fall when he shifts that gaze to the side, and sucks his teeth. “Kill the monkeys.”

+

There’s nothing more embarrassing than having to fight your nature at every turn. You’re confronted with it more than you’ve ever been before, when they drag you across the cold tiles with your legs kicking, tears rolling in thick beads down your face and neck. You’re not a fighter. You’re not made for it. At every chance, your body chooses the easiest way out, oblige now, suffer later. Even when your mind screams at you to run, bite and kick and escape — you stay down. Cold metal slices into the tender and sore skin of your wrists when they yank you up another few feet, before dropping you onto the floor next to the makeshift desk.

You’re sniveling like a child. The man behind the desk looks at the several soldiers who stay put, before lifting an eyebrow.

“Lieutenant Geto says you’re to clean her up for processing.” One of the men sighs, before glaring down at you with a tight-lipped frown. It sets the hairs on your neck on end to feel such blatant displeasure from an Alpha.

The lighter haired young man stands from the chair at that, and gives you a quick once over. “For the barracks or to be sent to the commission?” He smiles when you look up at him, gentler, then places a warm hand on the top of your head to start soothing you. It’s enough to make your lip wobbly. The little bit of warmth isn’t enough… but it feels so nice. So good, to have a caring touch.

One of the other soldiers takes the heavy strap off his shoulder to put the gun down, and grunts. “Neither.” His top lip lifts into a scowl as he glares at the corner of the room, before turning to look down at you too. “Personal pick, I heard.”

The other soldier remains at the door, but clicks his tongue. “And we’re supposed to keep our mouths shut about it.”

“You ever had an Omega?” The one asks the other, nervously grinding his gun in circles. “I haven’t. Yet we’re going to war for ‘em… Only for pompous pricks to get first pick of the litter because they’re bold enough not to report to the commission.” The soldier grins without any amusement from across you, and you can’t help but hide more into the leg of the man who’s still touching you kindly. “Goin’ to war for pussies like yours… must make you something real special, right? But you’re unreported. What’s keeping me from just… taking you for myself?” Then he looks between the two other men. “I’m even willing to share between the three of us if you’d help out. Keep some things quiet.”

“You said the Lieutenant picked her out because he liked her, right?” The lighter haired man runs his free hand through his undercut, then leans down to lift you under your arms and get you onto tired legs against him. “Means you got something in return for keeping a secret already.” He’s all wired muscle under the uniform he wears, and wraps his arm around the small of your back before picking you up entirely. “Don’t do something stupid. There’s no place to keep her where some officer wouldn’t smell her anyway. Can’t keep her under your mattress like a pack of cards, can you?” He starts walking you towards the doors of a presumed bathroom without complaining, even though the other guy clicks his tongue.

“Itadori. You think you’re helping out just being another dog for the commission?”

“Instead of a thief?” He pushes the door open with one hand, already walking through. “Go get your free drinks or cigarettes or whatever he promised you, and do your job. I’m doing mine.”

The door falls shut with a loud noise behind you both, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. Your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck. “T-Thank you.”

His grey eyes find yours, before he smiles again. Softer. He’s an Alpha too, but must come into contact with your kind more frequently. He feels gentler to the touch when he speaks. “Don’t thank me yet.” Then he deposits you in a stained, old bathtub, and sighs before grabbing the showerhead. “Let’s get you cleaned up first. Ranking officers like their girls extra clean.” When you don’t move, he goes to take off your dirty shirt, and you only shiver in place as it happens.

After a few seconds of silence where he brushes fingers over the unmarked stretch of your neck, you swallow tightly. “You can’t let me go, can you?”

Itadori turns up the water until it’s warm, and his brows flatten. “…No. I’m here to do a job. I’m sorry.” You believe him. Doesn’t make you feel any better, though.

+

The cot is barely big enough for you, and the cold from the floor radiates up through the ratty, old mattress into you. But it’s still better than sleeping in the bed where Geto sleeps, where he can get his hands all over you, hold you, cling to you. You’re glad that the Lieutenant doesn’t particularly care whether or not you shy back away from him for the night, as long as you don’t act up when he wants you close. It’s an unwritten contract he likes to pretend you have. As if you weren’t forced into it. As if you had any choice.

The starchy sheets are cold too, they leave you shivering more than sleeping. When you walk through the halls you’re cold and barefoot and uncomfortable, but when you’re here you’re colder, naked and more uncomfortable.

You don’t know that much about the army. You don’t know that much about other things either, but you know that Omega’s are few and far in between. You know they go for lots of money, money that even Geto doesn’t have. You know that he’s using you to your full potential before his higher-ups find out, and that too much commotion would draw attention of the commission. Attention you don’t want. When your teeth start chattering, the man in the large bed, with the soft pillows and body heat calls.

Says your name like he means it. Like he likes to whisper to get under your skin- holding your life between slim fingers. He sighs. “Come. Get into bed. I can’t sleep when you’re not sleeping. And you’re not going to sleep when you’re shivering to death.”

“I’ll sleep,” you softly assure, pull your thin blanket closer. Your feet are cold and the room isn’t dark enough for it to actually happen. But you can pretend.

“I’m not asking.” You know he’s not. Maybe it’s because the alarm clock is showing an ungodly hour— and he’s tired. It wouldn’t be the first time his boot meets your cheek when you whine too much, displease him in ways Geto doesn’t like. “Come.”

He yawns when opening the blankets, waves you closer. An Alpha demands, and your lungs ache to follow the order. It physically hurts to resist. Your thin layer of tears sit on your waterline for a while before you shift. Slip across the room naked, and crawl into the bed under his arm. “That’s a good pet…” The panes of his chest are warm enough to have you melting like ice into his shape and mold yourself to him. It’s in the weight of his arm over your waist as he pulls you in close. Tethers you. You want to be and stay mad. Frightened.

It’s just… Geto’s scent’s become one you can bury yourself into. Your hands ball against his chest, and the fingers he presses into your hips stray down.

Your breathing hitches at the touch, and your stomach seems to want to crawl up into your mouth when he spreads your legs apart. “I’m hardly the worst one here. Get used to it already. People here are frustrated. Many of them haven’t had an Omega in years.” His rough fingertips slide between your legs and trace over the raw, achy mess he made of you not hours before. It’s sticky and uncomfortable, and you jerk when he rather impatiently starts thumbing your clit. It hurts- enough to make your face scrunch as you hide it into his pecks. “You don’t even know how lucky you are that I’ve kept you to myself.”

You do know that, though. You’ve passed by some of the barracks further away from the officer buildings. You’ve smelled the Omega fear, the blood and sweat and ruts; or what it’s like for a person to beg for a moment of reprieve. You have not a scratch on you, and you should be more grateful than you are. That you’re not taking a whole division’s sexual frustration to keep them from killing each other. When his fingers slide the wetness, remnants of slick and cum back into you and force your pussy to stretch again- you start sniffling against him. “I know I am,” you whimper, biting your lip. It’s not enough to just be this. You can’t just lay and wish for it all to go away. You have to be a participant, or Geto might switch you out.

As you whimper, swallowing back the tears- he presses his lips against your forehead. “Can’t help but cry? Poor baby.” He grinds the fleshy part of his palm against your pussy, breathing against you. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“I- Feels- b-big,” you choke out, twitching when his fingers curl into you and fuck deeper until they stroke much deeper than your own. The coldness fades a little when he rolls you over onto your back and gets on top, pinning you with his thigh. “Geto-sama- Please stop, I’m still- sore. It- it hurts really bad.”

With a slight frown, he pulls his fingers out of you and wipes them on your thigh, before sighing. Your eyes crack open at the lack of touch. His long black hair falls down over his shoulders, as he holds himself above you— and stares at you for a moment too long. One where he seems to consider your feelings at least a little, for once, brushing his clean thumb along your neck and shoulder. “I’m going back to the front soon. Do you know what that means?”

You’re not sure if it’s meant to be patronizing… but you don’t know. The wet, cold numbness that returns to your cunt is an unexpected unease. You wanted to stop. You did. But when he sits back on his heels and looks at you for a few seconds in abject silence, the distance feels too far. Geto comes back to you with a furrowed brow, before a line of kisses is pressed along your jaw and neck, where he takes a deep breath and makes your entire body purr. “Means you’ll be passed on to some other scum.” He almost growls when he says it, urges your one leg over his thigh to make room.

“I put in a good word that if I come back you’ll come back to me- but…” His sharp eyes find yours blown out and dark, as he pulls you closer to his hips and rolls himself against you. His hard cock- he’s always hard when you’re in his bed, bops as he grabs himself and pumps a few achingly slow strokes. A translucent drop of precum drops to your pussy, and he spits on his hand and your pussy for good measure. “I’ll be two months without this soft Omega cunt squeezing me to sleep.” As he groans and slides the flushed head of his cock against you, he presses his weight into you again. “Let me use you. Or see what fucking happens.”

+

The hearth burns at the far end of the pristine, wooden room. Enough to make your hands clammy, shifting yourself back and forth between both legs- before glancing up to Geto once more. He looks more pampered today. Standing straight with only his fingers looped loosely around your arm. For a split second you wonder if you’d be able to make it down the marble set of stairs and across the courtyard into the shallow bushes— but it’s only a moment. Not more than a brief hope that instantly gets snuffed out when the heavy doors slide open, and a deep grunt passes by you both.

Geto salutes, the man does not. He only clears his voice with a mix of impatience and -tobacco, probably, before motioning his head towards the desk. “Lieutenant, what can I do for you?” His voice is frighteningly low, more rumble and bass than anything else, and sets the hairs on your arms on end.

His half-lidded eyes flick from the man beside you, ever so swiftly to you, then back. Face blank, uncaring. You stumble when Geto takes a few steps forward, basically dragging you behind him towards the chairs. When he lets you go, he gives you a look, and so you sit. Hands folding in your lap to keep them from picking at the edges of your clothing.

Or lack thereof. There’s a clean gold plate with the name Shiu Kong engraved at the very front of the desk, staring back at you. Your Alpha doesn’t hesitate to sit down too. “Major General Kong, Sir. A pleasure as always. You’ve lost some weight?”

“Hardly,” the man shoots right back, unfazed. “You can lay off the flattering.”

Geto and the stranger seem to converse with their eyes for a moment, before your owner gets comfortable in the velvet chair beside you, and hangs his arms over the back with a slight smile. The other man doesn’t bother to sit in his own chair across from you, instead just bending to get out one of the no-doubt expensive cigarettes, and lighting it. The smoke travels in slow, winding circles up to the ceiling as he hums. “So, the Omega. Y’ want to buy her?”

“I’d like her returned to my possession with the least amount of scratches when I get back, Sir.”

“We’re in a war, Suguru.” The man takes a short puff of his cigarette again, before putting his foot onto the chair and leaning in just barely. Dark, grayish eyes narrow. “You can’t pick out playthings at your whim. We have rules about these sorts of things.” The ash goes into the overfull ashtray, before those irises find you where you’re still slumped in the too-big chair. Almost amused, he lets out a bit of air through his nose, before punctuating his words with another drag. “Higher ranks get first picks, but if you’re gone, you’ll have to share. She looks healthy, young. Girls like that go for a lot of money these days.”

“I understand, Sir.” Geto’s smile doesn’t slip though, not even when he takes one of your hands and pulls until you get up. With his prompting, you instead sit back down on his lap instead, and the noiret hooks his chin over your shoulder when he strokes your thigh. You duck your head in shame. “It’s just that- she’s more of an indoor pet. I’d like to keep it that way, if possible.” His other hand winds under your chin to nudge it back up into view, as you shiver. Watch the attention of the superior officer linger just a second on the way your shirt falls around your hips.

Geto’s. “You have a mansion not too far from the front, as I understand it? And due to surely unfortunate consequences, your last Omega… broke.” His voice gleams as he says the words, and they seem to wind like a coiled spring around your neck. “I’m more than willing to part with mine for a while, if I could have a guarantee she’d be close by. Used sparingly.” You don’t know enough about the army to know if Shiu Kong has the kind of strings that Geto’s presuming he has— but you don’t really dare complain. The silence drags; before it crumbles into pieces when a slight relaxation pulls at the older man’s lips, cocking his head.

“Have her stand.”

You do, spurred on by the quick pat to your thigh and a winning smile, eyes fluttering as you trace the patterns on the floor. As the presence of the older Alpha fills your senses and he circles around you too close, he smells of smoke and a deep, woody musk that could bring you to your knees if you weren’t so used to it by now. After a round where his finger patiently brushes past your most valued features, he takes your face into his palm and forces your eyes up. Until you can no longer ignore the handsome face ducking down to meet your gaze.

You whimper. Let your face get turned here and there before he takes the end of the cig from between his lips, and addresses you directly. “You got a name?”

“Y-yes.” You stumble out, basically whispering it when he stares like that. He doesn’t have a kind face like Geto does, you notice, more angular, stubbled, at least a decade older too. You find yourself reaching for Geto’s hand despite knowing better, if only to have something to cling to as you blink away nervous jitters, and excess tears that are always ready to spill. Your bare feet shuffle against the carpet below.

Whatever he sees staring back at him is enough for his fingers to drop to your collar, dragging it either side with a grunt. “It’s some skill to find an unmated, pretty, little Omega hidden from the commission, Lieutenant… One would almost call it suspicious.” There’s a hint of amusement, one he pushes out alongside the butt of the cig. As if he knows he’s in, Suguru stands from the chair to put a comforting hand on your back and rubs circles through the flimsy fabric of his oversized shirt, tucking his thumb into the loose boxers you’re wearing below.

“I just get lucky, Sir. Omega’s delivered to the commission lose their charm too quickly, s’all.”

Shiu’s eyes give you another slow up and down, then he clicks his tongue. “So, what do you want in return for this present?”

“Nothing at all, really.” The hand pulls you into his side to nuzzle along your neck for some extra show, where he nibbles at the sensitive spot— makes you whimper like a bitch in heat. It’s loud enough for the other man to eat you up whole with his eyes, puffing out his chest a little to push off the desk. The swift hand wrapped around you gives you an adoring squeeze, before Suguru pouts into your temple like he’s parting with a prized possession. “Just that I get her back once I’m done with my service at the front in a few months.” 

“Done.” Shiu busies himself with the bottle of expensive looking liquor, before casting you another glance. “Dress her in some actual clothes though, will ya? She already attracts enough attention as is.”

+

You stare at the fogged-up window with your duvet tucked to your chest, and breathe a few shallow breaths. There’s soldiers running up and down the camp, tucking their caps low against the biting wind. You only bother to follow one of them with your eyes, light hair peeking out from under the hat as he runs his laps. Instead of lingering on the thought, you shiver when a heavy, muscular arm pulls you around your waist and down into the bed. Shiu’s quick to let out a grunt, before opening his eyes and hooking his chin over your shoulder to nose at your neck. “You’re goin’ into heat soon?”

You barely dare shift when his stubble tickles your throat, and a few rough kisses get placed right over your pulse. “Probably. I-I’ll- ah-” His hand wraps around the base of your neck as he starts sucking on the sore skin, where bruises still sit from yesterday. You’re not sure if it’s his hands wrapped around your neck that caused it, or the way he bullied his cock way too deep into your throat— but you’re so sore. “I’ll need heat blockers for a while.”

“Mh,” he smells like tobacco. And a heavy, manly musk that’s so overwhelmingly Alpha. It’s distracting. It melts your tongue to the bottom of your teeth. “No need. We’re far enough away here that they won’t smell you. Or if they do, they can’t do anything about it anyway.” You blank, only to mewl and curl away when his lips and tongue rakes over a particularly sore spot, making your toes curl.

“But- b-but I,” you stutter, and one hand comes up to protect your scent gland from him as he gets up onto one arm to get on top of you. You haven’t gone through a proper heat in forever. It wasn’t ever safe even with just Beta’s around— you barely even remember what it feels like. Only that it hurts so bad it could make you sick. “But I don’t want to go into heat. It hurts.”

Shiu stops his barrage on your neck to frown at you, as he nudges your legs aside for his own thick thighs. One eyebrow raises at you like you’re dumb. “It doesn’t hurt when I’m here to breed you full, little girl.” He scans your face as he keeps pushing your one knee to your chest, before his mouth flattens out. “You don’t know that? You’ve never had an Alpha cock in here during heat?” It’s embarrassing. It’s so embarrassing— the way he eyes you like you’re some sort of idiot. It’s not like you had the privilege of trying it out before all this, hiding like a mouse. “Aw, baby girl. You’re so sweet.”

It doesn’t sound like a compliment.

“Daddy’ll have to teach you.” His large hand forces it’s way between your legs to squeeze your cunt and make you squirm under him, before he finally sits back and pushes the covers off, revealing the battle-worn body. “But not right now. Get up and go wash. We’re having company over.”

Your mouth’s dry, so you swallow tightly. “Who?” Your legs still tingle even when he gets out of bed, a little numb, a little achy.

“A… friend, I guess.” He picks out one of the cigarettes on the side table after putting on a shirt, and plops it between his lips. “You won’t like him.”

With sweat rolling down your neck, you stumble across the steam-coated tiles and grab onto the sink. Shaking like you’re ill. You definitely feel that way. It makes your entire skin feel statically charged, and sore, and so painfully needy. As soon as you take another step, you almost immediately topple over, legs trembling despite yourself. There’s no better sign than the dry feeling in your throat, and the way a whimper threatens to escape you with every move.

So you do all you can, and start tearing up as you wrap a towel around yourself. Even your own innocent touch feels too much, and you hurry through the process to barely manage pulling on a top and some panties, before your body refuses to oblige. You want to cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why here? Shiu hasn’t been bad to you, but he also isn’t particularly gentle. You didn’t want to go through heat at all. “Mh-mn, need- agh.” You whine thoughtlessly, as you wobble to the door.

There’s a swell of voices from down the hall— talking that doesn’t last long before falling quiet as you make your way to the bed. You’re so hot that it’s hard to keep your eyes open, your thighs rubbing uncomfortably as you walk. Thick, almost sticky tears wobble on your waterline, and the heat in your stomach sinks right into your center the more of the room you take in. It’s not your fault - everywhere you look it stinks of Alpha musk. Thick and overpowering to your flighty brain, it makes you want to keel over onto fours. You really are just a bitch in heat, and that is embarrassing too.

Makes you want to curl up onto a solid chest and let yourself get bounced onto his cock like a ragdoll.

It takes so much of your effort to drag yourself to the pillowed surface that you fail to hear the steps coming closer, let alone control that you’re scenting up the entire top floor when you crawl in and your pussy starts clenching around nothing. You’re mewling faint nothings as you stuff your face into the blankets— and smell only him. Heavy on your wet tongue. 

“Agh, I- Al-pha, I need- it hurts. It hurts, I want you~” With your chest to the bed and your legs raised up, you just feel like you need to— to get filled up to the brim to make this aching stop. “Mhmm-ugh, please, pleas- need you, Shiu~” Slick’s already coating your pussy enough to slip right in, wet like the spit in your mouth that gathers under your tongue. Your head’s so light. It’s spinning.

Then, a heavy palm strokes over your crown, and your noises explode.

“Ah, ah, agh, daddy, daddy.” The weight of the touch travels down your neck to grip you, and your body curls to raise your ass even further up in need of friction. “Daddy, please. I don’t want to~ T-told you I- need-ed blockers. Ah, ahh.” The low chuckle you get isn’t the one you expect, but you can’t open your eyes enough to see what’s going on.

“Bit friendly for a hello, isn’t it?” There’s a huge body that surrounds you when leaning over you, as lips travel down behind your ear. “S’cute though. That’s a pretty girl. Daddy’s here.” Rough hands push your hips down with one swift move, slipping two fingers under your panties to pull the fabric taut. The slick grinds the fabric uncomfortably to your cunt, but you can’t be still. “Already drenched through your clothes, pet.” You don’t mean to. You don’t, you’re so sorry. “Whining like a little baby, need to get filled up?” 

“Only thinking with this pussy, right? This is why Omega’s don’t run anything…” The lips ghost over your scent glands, making you squirm with dripping anticipation, when he lets his tongue run over his teeth and then along your throat. The juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, untouched and open and soft. He groans. “Ugh, fuckin’ hell, you’re so sweet. Your scent is almost making me sick.” One hand digs sharp nails into the meat of your ass, as the other reaches around to start pulling your camisole down over your sensitive tits. “Want some love from daddy, baby?”

A slightly raspier voice comes from somewhere behind you and drowns out your own whining and mewling. “I thought I told you to wait, Fushiguro.”

“Your pet was crying, Kong.” He rakes his teeth over that one spot again until you can’t stand it anymore, and your tears start dripping into the blankets. You push your chest out until his warm palm reaches around and squeezes, rubbing a thumb over your nipples. “Plus, just smell her. She’s scenting up the whole house. I wanted to come help.” After a long pause where you’re fighting the need to rub yourself on anything cock shaped like an animal— you’re turned over by a sturdy yank on your shoulder, and long fingers slide into your messy, drool filled mouth to press on your tongue.

Its Shiu, whose normally stern brow now is arched in amusement. The man on the bed with you moves away just enough to let you take a look, and take in the messy dark hair and almost metallic blue eyes, scarred face and dog tags hanging from his neck as he rolls onto his side. Shiu pinches your tongue to make you squeak, then leans in. “See you’ve already made introductions.” You mumble a pathetic ‘daddy’ under his sharp gaze, before he takes a deep breath.

“Poor girl, already going into heat? You didn’t last long. Needy, little pussy’s throbbing, isn’t it?” He pulls the top fully down until it’s hooked under your tits, then hums. “Look so cute when you’re begging to get fucked.”

“Gonna let me have a turn too?” Fushiguro rights himself onto one forearm, then pushes a finger down on your forehead until it's tilted all the way back and you’re looking up at him again. He’s got a mean sort of look in his eyes, right before his lips twitch when you groan softly at the touch. You literally can’t help yourself. It hurts so good— good enough to make you want to wrap your legs around either of their hips and stay there. Aches.

Shiu’s voice resonates through your body when he moves to kneel down to your body and starts kissing from your belly up, making you twitch. His gravelly hum reverberates in your clit, as your legs get spread over each shoulder when he comes up. “She’s not mine to give away Toji, so- ugh- restrain yourself a little.” His big hands smooth over your tits instead of squeezing you like you want, until you really start worming around under their touches.

“Mh~ hurry up!”

It’s out before you know it, and the backlash rushes straight to your cheeks in heat, burning up on your face. Fushiguro groans though, long and deep- before he pushes off the bed to get onto his knees, and grabs himself through the awfully casual clothing. His hand wraps around the large, large cock pressing against the fabric— and when you open your mouth and basically salivate at the sight- he lets out a lightly pinched chuckle. “Oh, you don’t wanna be doing all that, pet. You’ve got days of heat ahead of you— and you’re getting me hard as a motherfucker.”

All it’s doing is making you so horny you can barely see straight, and each inch of your body surges with electricity. You need something inside you. Now. Now, now, now. He runs a distracted hand through his messy fringe, and rolls his hips into his hand with a groan. “What’s it gonna be, Kong? If you take her underwear off I’m not leaving. Sweet, little thing like that…” Your legs are up by his ears when the familiar giant sits up onto the bed too, and your hand reaches for his to pull him closer by his thumb. “Haven’t had a greedy, fertile little Omega pussy in a while- the Commission always bitches I have too much fun.”

A hesitant furrow worms itself between Shiu’s brows for a bit, before he sighs. “Can’t bite ‘er, she’s not mine. I’m just keeping her.” His eyes are more blown out than normal, dark ring of black taking over the longer he touches you. You’re sure you’re similarly spent when you moan his name and he groans. “Fuck, baby. Want this Alpha cock in here?” His large hand smoothed over the supple skin of your lower belly, when you wiggle yourself against him, basically grinding onto his leg. “Needy, huh.” He licks his lips. “Fine, join. Can count us even after that.”

At that the other noiret grins, and pulls his shirt over his head in one swift move of agreement. Shiu’s hands already roam back over every bit of exposed skin. “And I get first turns.” The large fingers mindlessly playing with your nipple pinches you, when grayish eyes find you beneath him. “Get up.” With just a quick motion, you force your sluggish body up and onto fours— and fight the urge to force your head down yet again. That’s what would feel right.

“That-” Shiu’s hard too, you notice quite happily, when you grind back against him to find another thick, heavy bulge in his pants that heats your cunt. “That’s it.” You mewl, have no choice to. As you look back over your shoulder, he takes a moment to study you where you’re so much smaller beneath him. Omega’s always are, but these two are big even among other Alpha’s— more slick sticks your panties to the shape of your cunny. Your body’s entirely sticky with sweat, neck and throat aching and radiating heat all over you.

Your tongue melts in your mouth, when you look back and Fushiguro’s stripped down entirely— shredded body towering over you as well. He squeezes a rough ring around the flushed, pulsing head of his cock. “Uh, ugh-ah, daddy, daddy, daddy- Please? Please.”

“Who are you calling daddy?” The general asks sternly, but there’s no malice there. He’s amused as he peels the panties over the curve of your ass and down ever so slowly, letting your wet folds drip all over his fingers as he plays around in them. The touch makes you stagger forward, arms almost giving in— and you whine something unintelligible into the covers. “Fu~ck, you smell so sweet. Little Omega bitch in heat- ugh.”

A heavy hand lands on the swell of your ass, and stings so bad. With another spank your pussy clenches around nothing, and by the third you’re basically begging and your cunny’s sucking his fingers in. “A-daddy, please. Hurts. Uh-pu-lease. Need Alpha inside. Quickly, please. I-it hurts.” Another hand pets your crown for a few seconds, before he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head up. Your mouth hangs open, and your tongue drops out at the sight of the hard, veiny cock before you.

It’s flushed a sweet sort of pink, nothing like you can already tell Fushiguro is— but drool still gathers in globs, looking at the precum glistening on him. “Gonna open your pretty, little mouth wide for me, pet?” As he strokes himself, the man behind you starts toying his fingers around your holes, and smears your slick all over until you’re entirely sloppy. Then chuckles, throwing his head back with a grunt.

“Fuck, forgot how hard I get- with Omega’s.” The slick sounds of your pussy, and both men's hands stroking their swollen cocks makes everything so loud. Wet and needy and animalistic— your own whining drowning out your thoughts. You just want more. More touch, please. Shiu spits onto your holes without hesitation and slaps his thick, hot cockhead against you a few times, before placing one hand on the middle of your back to force you in place. “Don’t run away from me- jus-t take it.”

“O-oh-fu-ugh.” He pushes inside with more of his weight, thick thighs pressing up against the inside of yours when you spread wider, and almost get pushed over. If not for Toji holding you up and rubbing himself along your cheek and lips too, impatiently stroking himself.

The head’s already big, stings on the way in. Enough to hurt, enough to make you tear up. He’s just so thick and glowing hot to the touch— basically pulsing inside you. You can feel his heartbeat through the skin as the head pops in with a lot of pressure. Your throat starts making noises despite you. “A-agh, ugh agh, da-I- ca— um-hnggg.”

“My turn,” Toji grunts after a bit, hooking a finger in your cheek to open your mouth more and coach your tongue out. “That’s- a good cockslut— open wide.” You do, letting spit drip as you relax your jaw and wrap your lips around him, filling up your mouth too much. You’ve never been so needy. The choking and the taste only make your eyes want to roll back in your skull, giving yourself over to them. You don’t want to do anything except give yourself over, struggling to make enough space between your legs to allow Shiu closer.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby, uhh-fuck.”

He’s still going slow, necessity, as each inch of his fat cock gets stuffed inside you, using his fingers to push more into your comparatively tiny cunt— and each bit deeper he goes, the more you feel like melting. It hurts, hurts and aches and bulges your stomach; and Fushiguro pushes deeper and bulges your throat- and it hurts- It does. But you can’t stop. You reach your arms out to wrap around the man’s glutes and pull him closer into your face, drool dripping down your chin. “Mh-mhm mhhuh.”

With his tongue trapped between his teeth, he grins. “Hah, you’re talking a lot for someone with their mouth stuffed— Does that feel good? You like choking on Alpha cock?” Your teary eyes try to focus on him, but you can’t, just cling on harder as the cock inside you kisses your cervix and he’s still not done. It aches so much, stretching you much wider than you’re meant to go. But it does, it does, it does. You don’t want to stop. “A little longer, that’s it, a little more~”

Instead you try to hollow your cheeks around him as he sits too deep in your throat, and fight the urge to squirm when your breath starts to pinch. Your body worms, you cry around them, and slick drips down your thighs like syrup. When Shiu bottoms out, it actually makes you gag, feeling so full and spent— and you squirm as Fushiguro keeps you. “Mh-hh- hck.” Your mouth aches as your lungs start to scream, and vision goes blurry.

Shiu pulls back before the other man does, groaning at the sight of sloppy, milky slick coating his cock, then slides back into your warmth just as fast, forcing your body to stretch again to make room. T-too big. “Let her- hh- up, she’s turning blue.” As you’re basically about to pass out, you get pulled off of him and gag violently, before taking sniveling, painful breaths again. You barely get the chance to breathe before your chin is lifted again, and he tilts your face left and right.

Your mouth drops open again, and tongue squirms around nothing. “More? You want more, greedy slut?” He smiles again, but more genuinely impressed this time— and hums. “Such a good, little Omega.” You can’t help it, you shiver and moan when he lets you back at his cock. And Shiu pulls back again only to fuck back into you, forcing you open as he builds a rhythm.

“She liked that one. She’s trying to clench my dick off.” He moans, and his unoccupied hand swipes some wetness dripping down your leg to circle it around your puckered hole instead. “You think she can take two?”

The cock gets stuffed back into your throat, but he pulls back faster now, instead using your head to fuck himself into you as he groans. “‘Nuh uh, she can’t. She’s too tiny— L-ook, you’re already -fuck- bulgin’ er.” He watches your lips struggle to wrap around him as he fucks your throat— only stopping for a moment to wipe some of the spit off your face. “She likes it so much though, look at that. You’re just a dumb, cocksleeve bitch, right? Want Alpha cocks to fill you?”

You can’t answer. Your brain’s all scrambled from the heat, a cloudy, pillowy feeling sitting over everything else. It feels so, so good. Being stretched to your limit, getting used. Your pussy clenches uselessly around the too-big invasion, getting bounced against Shiu’s thighs with a noisy ‘pap, pap, pap’. If you could think, you’d agree though. The pressure of his cock grinding into your sensitive insides, basically lifting you off your knees as he grabs your hips to jackhammer into you deeper, it’s all too much.

“Close?”

You’re drowning in your own arousal. After a few more seconds of getting used for all your worth, the expanding, pulsing pressure in your stomach grows too tight— and your toes curl uselessly as you cum without warning. It shatters inside you as you fail to clench around the thick length in you, instead dropping though your arms as you pull off of the cock in your throat to tremble through your orgasm. “Ah-hgh- ugh ah da-Alpha, Alpha, ahh ah agh! St-hngh~” You cry. Thick tears, spit and snot get wiped into the covers as you try to catch your breath, while still being fucked into.

You can’t stop shaking. Even then, Shiu’s cock keeps forcing the head against your cervix and making your eyes bulge. “Oh fuck, fuck- too tight— shit, I was this close, hah.” When he slips out for a second, you collapse entirely, aching immediately at the emptiness inside you. Your tits are sores, but everything else is burning so hot you feel like you might go up in flames.

It’s Fushiguro who picks you up by your arms and pulls you into his chest after a while, holding your pathetic, naked body like a ragdoll. “So cute now that you’re all flushed, cumming like that. But you’re not done, are you?” His fingers squeeze either side of your cheeks to bring your mouth to his, kissing on you until you respond and let his tongue melt against yours.

Your head’s still spinning, but a different kind of heat grows now in the base of your neck, desperate and needy. Your hand reaches to get more, more skin, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head- you moan into the kiss. Tongues and spit mixing as it slides down your throat and he towers over you, cock bouncing against your stomach. When he pulls back, long lashes brush yours, and you whimper when the touch goes.

Shiu’s staring. You can’t tell what expression he has, but it’s enough to make Fushiguro frown and lift his lip. “Fuck off. I get protective when they whine like that, s’all. She’s sweet when she’s cryin’ all baby like.” He instead focuses on pinching and toying with your puffy nipples, rubbing each side with rough fingertips, then hooks his chin over your head to look past you. “Wanna try the two of us at once?”

Instinct gets the better of you, and you’re already nodding against his pecs before you can think. “Two, two- w-want, please. Mhm, want Alphas.” It makes both men laugh, hands sliding all over you as you stick your ass out and Shiu spits on his hand. His cock’s still coated with wet, a white, creamy layer around the base of his cock as he strokes the head a few times. You’re seeing double, and your tongue feels like molten candy. But still you keep drooling and nodding. “Want, want you, wanna have- m-more, please.”

He then grabs your hips to yank you back against his hips, letting his cock push on your ass as his wet fingers curl inside your puckered hole, and stretch it out with two fingers. “She’s already fucked out of her mind, poor thing.”

“Mhm, agh- Alp- daddy, daddy— s’ sensitive- please, please, please~”

Fushiguro’s face blanks, before he takes a deep breath and groans low and gravelly, and grabs you by the neck. “Ugh, she’s- her scent is everywhere. Little bitch in heat moaning like it’s her job.” He buries his nose right where the most sensitive, burning part of your neck is, making you crumple, and kissing along the shell of his ear where you can reach. The fingers inside you, the pressure and heat of the two cocks against you— everything’s making you crazy. You’re losing your mind, trying to hang on to him as he licks over the glands. “Want daddy, baby?”

Your head bobs like it’s disconnected from your longing, arching body. And you almost cum again on the spot when sharp canines drag over that spot. You just might.

A low growling sound makes you open your eyes. Shiu’s hand is between the face and your neck, much to the other man’s dismay. “I told you not to bite ‘er. Don’t care how much she begs- she’s not ours to bite.” There’s a moment of silence between them, before Fushiguro sucks his teeth in annoyance, before grabbing his cock instead.

“She is mine.” His large hand wraps around your arm, and pulls— but your other shoulder is still clamped in Shiu’s palm. Almost painfully tight, as a muscle twitches in his jaw. And the tension between them is making you clam up, but your body’s still aching too hard.

“Share, please,” you sweeten your voice as you press your lips to Shiu’s knuckles, then present yourself a little more and shake your ass against him. “Please, daddy? Want to be full.” It doesn’t take long for that same flush to travel back up his chest and cheeks, and his irises to get wider and darker again. “Full of Alpha cum, t-take all of you.” It’s with that that he wraps an arm around you entirely and pulls you up against his chest, placing his cock between your legs as he lifts your knees. “Ack- agh.” You mewl, and Fushiguro leans in for another kiss.

Briefer, but no less messy.

Shiu’s quick to press his own kisses to your throat, letting his stubble rub over your scent glands— with your pussy clenching in response. He rolls his hips against you a few times, then lines up with your ass as he groans. “Hold her legs.” You take a deep breath, and close your eyes as the cock presses to your ass, slick enough to push in with minimal effort. “Uhuh, there’s a good Omega.” As he does though, the space in your body is so full, you’re struggling to breathe. It aches enough to make you wilt and bloom all at once.

And then Fushiguro takes over on your pussy, and you cry out. Your hot cheeks are coated with tears, and your clit thumps with all the blood. It’s too much. You can feel both of them slide into you with painful precision, wetness spilling all over as you break out in cold sweats. But it- it feels so good. Fushiguro slips in a few inches at once, making your legs shake— before you dig your nails into his shoulder and your vision goes black. “Oh- fuck-f-fuck, cu-mming~ Agh- uhh nghn, oh god.”

The two men slide you down until you’re so full it feels like your insides are moved aside to make room. Like you’re about to tear in two, squished between two hot, solid bodies. Before Shiu groans into your hair, and lifts you up to slide you back down. And again, and again. Bounced on the two of them while slick drips out of you, and you’re creaming around them both. “That’s a- ugh- pretty girl.” Your orgasm barely pitters out before you’re cumming again, and you’re getting kissed on as you’re crying.

Not a single thought makes it though you. You’re clinging on for dear life. Only the heat between the three of you as you melt into a puddle.

You’re fucked until you can’t even feel your legs, let alone hear how you’re mewling and crying— like you might dissolve. But you do feel it when a tongue laves over your neck, and the cock pulsing inside you starts jack-hammering into you harder than before. Everything feels so- good- that you’re probably drawing blood into his shoulders, and the tongue becomes teeth. One second you’re floating, and the next the pressure grows too much— teeth break skin, and your pleasure becomes mind-numbing.

Fushiguro’s teeth sink into your shoulder deeper as he breathes you in, fucks his cock into your guts with the intent to stay. And the other man grunts, squeezing you tighter. But without thinking, he follows suit to bite down on the other side of your neck, letting you shake through yet another orgasm when the hot blood runs down your collar. You’re entirely spent, so there’s not one part of you that still feels the way Shiu speeds up inside your ass, before groaning out your name as he licks along the wound.

“Fuck, gonna- knot my girl. Fuck- ugh, ughuh— my baby, mine. Mine.”

It feels like you’re stuffed further than you ever thought possible, face dropping into Fushiguro’s chest when they slow down, and ropes of hot cum drip out of you despite the knots. Wasting it in a way that you’d savor, if you had any energy left. Instead you can only barely breathe, and rub your nose into your Alpha’s chest. It feels good. You wanna go again.

“Uh— my bad. I got carried away.” One of them sighs after a while, the rumbling of his voice rocking you to sleep.

“Yea…” The other responds, only the slightest bit guilty. “…Guess Suguru will have to learn how to share.” His large hand smoothes over your cheek, before stubble and soft lips kiss over the mark he’s made.

“But I don’t think I wanna share.”

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tw. a/b/o, military au, dystopian au, noncon, threesome, heat, dumbification, double penetration, patronization/ degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, choking, anal play, a lot of spit and cum, size kink, tummy bulging, mentions of human captives, kinda forced prostitution

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