You spot him across the crowded bar, that smug bastard with the easy grin and the reputation that precedes him like a bad smell. Alex, the king of one-night stands, the womanizer who's left a trail of broken hearts, including your sister's. She's still crying over how he fucked her senseless one night and vanished by morning, no note, no call, just gone, leaving her with nothing but regrets. You've heard the stories—too many of them—from your sister, whose tear-streaked face still haunts your dreams. You have listened to her sob for weeks, vowing payback. But you're not like her. You're tall, broad-shouldered, with that sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that make people look twice. And you're a chemist—brilliant, inventive, and right now, fueled by a cold rage that twists into something darker, hotter. Tonight, you're the hunter, and he's the prey.
You slide up to the bar next to him, ordering a drink with that charming smile you've perfected. "Rough night?" you ask, voice smooth as silk. He turns, sizes you up, and there's a flicker—interest, maybe surprise. Guys like him aren't used to attention from men like you. Well, he has never interested in men... until he sees you, of course. You chat, light and flirty, dropping hints about your work in the lab, watching his cheeks flush under your gaze. He laughs too loud at your jokes, leans in closer, his hand brushing your arm. By the end of the drink, he's hooked, suggesting you continue this somewhere private. Perfect.
Your place is a sleek apartment overlooking the city, the kind of spot that screams success. You pour him another drink, this one laced with your special compound—colorless, tasteless, designed in your lab over weeks of late nights. It targets the genitals, rewriting biology for exactly 24 hours: his cock shrinks, inverts, transforms into a slick, sensitive pussy. He downs it without a second thought, too busy eyeing you like you're his next conquest.
You pull him close, kissing him hard, your hands roaming his body. He's into it, grinding against you, but you feel the shift starting already—the subtle tremor in his hips, the way he winces and adjusts himself. "What's wrong?" you murmur, feigning concern, but your smile is predatory now. He mutters something about needing a minute, heads to the bathroom. When he comes back, his face is pale, pants hanging loose. He stammers, "Fuck, man, something's… it's gone. My dick—it's not there. What the hell?"
You laugh, low and cruel, stepping forward to yank his pants down. There it is: smooth folds, glistening slightly, a perfect pussy where his cock used to be. He stares down in horror, hands hovering like he can't believe it. "You fucking did this? You drugged me?" His voice cracks, but you're already pushing him back onto the bed, your body pinning his.
"Revenge, asshole," you growl, grabbing his chin hard enough to bruise. "For my sister. For every girl you've used and tossed. Now you're the one getting fucked over." He struggles, but you're stronger, taller, and the drug has left him weak, disoriented. He thrashes, cursing, but you slap him across the face—sharp, stinging—watching his head snap to the side. "Shut your whore mouth," you growl. 'You think you can just use women and walk away? Now it's your turn to get used You're mine tonight."
He gasps, eyes wide with shock and something else—fear mixed with unwanted heat. The transformation makes everything hypersensitive; even the air feels like a tease on his new cunt. You strip him roughly, tearing his shirt open, buttons scattering. Your hands grip his thighs, spreading them wide, exposing that virgin pussy. It's pink, swollen already, betraying him. "Look at you," you sneer, fingers probing roughly, sliding into the wet heat without warning. He bucks, a whine escaping his lips. "Pathetic. All that big talk, and now you've got a dripping hole begging for it."
You slap his inner thigh, hard, leaving a red mark. "Say it. Beg like the whores you leave behind." He shakes his head, defiant, so you backhand him again, lighter this time but enough to make his lip split. Blood beads, and he tastes it, eyes watering. "Please… fuck me," he whispers, voice breaking. You grin, feral. "Louder, bitch. Tell me what you are."
"I-I'm a slut," he chokes out, and you reward him by shoving two fingers deep, curling them against that spot that makes his whole body arch. He's soaking, the sounds obscene as you pump in and out. "That's right. A worthless cumdump, just like you made them feel." You add a third finger, stretching him, ignoring his whimpers. Your free hand fists his hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. You bite down, hard, marking him like property.
He moans despite himself, hips twitching up into your hand. You pull out abruptly, leaving him empty and clenching on nothing. "Not yet. You don't deserve my cock that easy." You flip him onto his stomach, ass up, and he whimpers—actually whimpers—like the bitch he's become. You grab a belt from the nightstand, looping it around his wrists and tying them to the headboard. He bucks, trying to fight, and bring your palm down on his cheek—crack—once, twice, three times. His skin blooms red and leaves a red handprint, and he yelps, but you don't stop. "All those girls cried when you left them sore and empty. Now you'll know what it's like to be nothing but a hole." Another slap, harder, and he sobs into the pillow.
You spread his legs wide, exposing that new pussy—pink, wet against his will, the transformation making every nerve scream with unwanted sensitivity. Your fingers probe roughly, shoving two inside without warning. He gasps, body arching, a mix of shame and arousal twisting his face. "No—stop—" he begs, but you laugh, cruel and low. "Stop? You don't get to say stop, you disgusting cumrag. This pussy is mine tonight." You curl your fingers, hitting that spot inside him that makes his hips jerk involuntarily, his traitorous body betraying him as juices coat your hand.
"Look at this sloppy mess," you taunt. "Bet you've never felt this before, have you? Never been the one reduced to a quivering fucktoy." Tears stream down his face, but his hips grind back slightly, and you punish that with a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back. "Don't you dare enjoy it, you worthless slut. This is revenge, not a gift." Your thumb circles his clit—new and throbbing—while you line up your cock, thick and hard from the power rush. No prep, no mercy; you thrust in deep, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. He screams, the stretch burning, but you're relentless, pounding into him like a machine. "Take it, you fucking hole. This is what you do to my sister—use and abuse."
Your hips snap forward, balls slapping against him, each thrust jolting his body. You grab his hips, nails digging in, pulling him back onto you. "Scream louder. Let the neighbors know what a desperate whore you are." He does, voice raw, a mix of pain and pleasure as the drug amplifies every sensation. You reach around, pinching his clit hard, twisting until he begs for mercy. "P-Please...Ah! I'm sorry. Have mercy- Ngh!!" he sobs despite the unwanted pleasure. "No mercy for trash like you," you spit, slapping his ass again, the impacts echoing.
Sweat slicks your bodies; you're fucking him raw, the bed creaking under the force. He comes first—shuddering, pussy clamping down like a vice, squirting messily onto the sheets. "Disgusting," you mock, not slowing. "Cumming like a bitch in heat." You pull out, flip him over, and straddle his chest, shoving your cock—slick with his juices—into his mouth. "Clean it, slut. Taste yourself." He gags, but you hold his head, "You think you're the big man? The one who breaks hearts and pussies? Open up." fucking his throat until tears stream down his face. Gagging sounds filled the room as Your balls slapped against his chin, saliva dripping down his jaw.
You slap his cheeks while he sucks, light taps that sting. "Deeper. Choke on it." He does, sputtering, until you pull back, "Look at you, drooling like a cheap bitch. Bet you've never taken it like this." And you aim for his pussy again. This time, you hook his legs over your shoulders, folding him in half, drilling down with gravity's help. Every thrust hits deep, bruising his insides. "You're just a whore," you hiss, raining slaps on his thighs, his chest, wherever you can reach. "A fake stud turned into a real pussy. Bet you love it."
He does—his body betrays him, another orgasm ripping through as you degrade him. You laugh, cruel and triumphant, chasing your own release. When you cum, it's explosive, flooding his pussy with hot spurts, marking him inside. You grind through it, making sure he feels every pulse. "Filled up like the cumrag you are."
The night blurs into a haze of degradation. You edge him mercilessly, fingers on his clit one moment, then slapping it away the next, denying release until he's a babbling mess. "You're nothing," you laugh low, choking him again as you chase your own peak. "Just a set of holes for me to abuse." When you finally cum, it's deep inside, flooding his pussy with hot spurts, marking him as thoroughly as he marked your sister. He shudders, his own orgasm crashing unwanted, body convulsing around you.
Hours pass in a cycle of bondage and brutality—ropes binding his ankles to spread him wide, a paddle cracking against his thighs until they're welted, your cock alternating between his pussy and ass, stretching both to their limits. Insults never stop: "Look at you, leaking like a faucet. Bet your dick—sorry, your sad little clit—wishes it was back. But this suits you, doesn't it? Being dominated like the trash you are." He takes it all, body marked with bruises, spirit cracking under the weight of your revenge.
As the first light of dawn creeps through the curtains, you untie him one last time, dressing casually while he curls on the bed, spent and sore. His pussy throbs, already starting to revert, but the memories won't fade so easily. You don't say a word—no goodbyes, no explanations. Just like he did to all those women. You walk out the door, leaving him there, alone and used, the ultimate mirror to his own cruelty.
Yuta's plan unfolded the next afternoon, his body thrumming with anticipation as he cornered Y/N in the living room. The older boy was stretching after a workout, sweat glistening on his broad shoulders, muscles flexing under his tank top. Yuta's plump cunt already ached at the sight, juices seeping into his panties as he imagined those strong hands on him. He fidgeted, crossing his legs to hide the growing wetness, then blurted it out with wide, pleading eyes. "Oni-chan, my… my pussy's itching so bad. It won't stop. Can you help me check it? Please?"
Y/N froze mid-stretch, face flushing red as he straightened up. "What? Yuta, that's… you can't just say stuff like that. It's probably just adolescence messing with you—hormones or something. Go see a doctor if it's really bothering you." He turned away, grabbing a water bottle to avoid his stepbrother's gaze, but Yuta stepped closer, grabbing Y/N's arm with both hands. His lower lip quivered, eyes glistening like he might cry, voice small and cute. "But Oni-chan, it hurts. You're the only one I trust. Just look? Please?"
With a heavy sigh, Y/N relented, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine, but this is weird. Sit down and… show me, I guess. If it's bad, we get help." Yuta's heart raced as he tugged down his shorts and panties in one swift motion, spreading his legs on the couch. His juicy cunt lips puffed out, slick and pink, clit peeking swollen from the hood. The air hit his wetness, making him shiver, but he kept his expression innocent, biting his lip cutely.
Y/N knelt awkwardly, eyes widening at the sight of Yuta's exposed folds, so plump and dripping. "Uh… okay, where's the itch?" Yuta pointed vaguely, "Everywhere… inside, mostly." whispered Yuta as he tried not to drool by the sight of Y/N's veiny and manly arms and hands. Hesitant, Y/N extended a thick finger, the tip brushing Yuta's entrance. The contact was electric—Yuta's walls clenched instantly, a gush of slick coating the digit as pleasure spiked through him. He gasped, hips bucking forward, and came hard right there, cunt spasming around just the tip, juices squirting lightly onto Y/N's hand.
Y/N jerked back slightly, startled. "Whoa, did that hurt? Or… feel better?" Yuta panted, face flushed but nodding eagerly. "Y-yeah, a little. Keep going? Deeper?" Thinking it was relief from the 'itch,' Y/N nodded, sliding his long finger fully inside the tight, velvety heat. Yuta's pussy gripped him like a vice, sucking him in as he pumped slowly, checking every inch. "Mmm....! ngh..." moaned Yuta softly, disguising it as discomfort, but his body betrayed him—another orgasm crashed over him quickly, walls fluttering wildly, milking Y/N's finger as cream leaked out.
"Still itching?" Y/N asked, voice strained, his own cock twitching in his shorts from the obscene wetness sounds. Yuta shook his head no, then yes, playing it up with puppy eyes. "More… please, Oni-chan." Y/N added a second finger, stretching Yuta's hole wider, thrusting deeper to 'relieve' the supposed irritation while insisting himself that he is just helping his little bro. Yuta rode the fingers shamelessly, grinding down, his heavy breasts heaving with each breath. He came twice more—once from the curl against his inner walls, gushing around the knuckles, and again when Y/N's thumb accidentally grazed his clit, sending him into shudders, pussy clenching rhythmically.
Finally, after Yuta's fourth climax left him trembling and soaked, Y/N pulled out, fingers glistening with thick arousal. "Think that's got it? No more itch?" Yuta nodded weakly, pulling up his clothes with a shy smile. "Thanks, Oni-chan. You're the best." Y/N stood, adjusting himself discreetly as he hid his own arousal, chalking it up to teen stuff, oblivious to the triumphant glee in Yuta's eyes.
The Porn Setup
That evening, Yuta escalated his scheme, bouncing into Y/N's room with a laptop under his arm. "Oni-chan, let's watch a movie! I found this scary one online—super intense. Please?" Y/N, lounging on his bed, shrugged agreeably. "Sure, why not. As long as it's not too lame." Yuta settled beside him, closer than necessary, their thighs touching as he hit play. He feigned ignorance, selecting a film that started innocent but veered into explicit territory—hardcore scenes of rough fucking, moans filling the speakers.
As the first sex scene hit, a woman on screen getting railed by two men, Yuta gasped dramatically. "Whoa, what's this? I didn't know it had… adult parts." Y/N shifted uncomfortably, cock stirring at the raw action—cocks slamming into wet pussies, cum splattering—but he didn't pause it. "Uh, yeah, sometimes movies sneak that in. We can stop if you want." Yuta shook his head, pressing against Y/N's side, his own cunt throbbing anew. "No, it's okay. Educational, right? Keep watching."
They sat through it, the screen showing blowjobs, ass-fucking, gangbangs with multiple loads dumped inside. Yuta squirmed, pretending fascination while his nipples hardened, milk beading under his shirt. Y/N's breathing grew heavier, erection tenting his pants, but he stayed silent, eyes glued to the thrusting hips and squirting orgasms. By the end, Yuta's plan was set—the images burned into Y/N's mind, priming him for the night.
Midnight Intrusion
Later, after begging his way into Y/N's bed with another 'nightmare' tale and teary eyes, Yuta curled against his stepbrother's warmth. Y/N, exhausted from the day, drifted off quickly, arm slung over Yuta's waist. But the porn lingered in his subconscious, twisting into a wet dream. Half-asleep, Y/N's cock hardened, thick and long, pressing against Yuta's jiggly ass through their thin clothes.
Yuta felt it first—the hot length nudging his cheeks—and held his breath, excitement flooding him. Y/N mumbled in his sleep, hips shifting instinctively. His hand tugged at Yuta's shorts, sliding them down just enough, then freed his own cock from his boxers. The blunt head prodded Yuta's slick entrance, still sensitive from earlier, and slipped inside with a wet pop—Yuta's pussy so eager it swallowed half the shaft in one go.
Yuta bit his lip to stay quiet at first, but joy overwhelmed him as Y/N thrust shallowly in his dream, cock pumping in and out of the tight cunt. Yes, Oni-chan! fuck me!!, Yuta thought, overjoyed, his walls clenching greedily. He couldn't hold back—moans spilled out, loud and lewd, as the first orgasm hit him hard, pussy squirting around the invading dick, soaking Y/N's balls. "HAh..Haa! mMm NgH! D-deepEr... HaRder! ONIII-CHANNN"!
Y/N groaned in half-sleep, thrusts deepening, slamming his full length into Yuta's juicy hole. The bed creaked with each unconscious rut, Y/N's hips snapping forward, balls slapping against Yuta's ass. Yuta came again, louder this time, crying out "Oniiii-Channn!!!" as his body shook, cunt milking the cock desperately. Milk leaked from his heavy breasts, nipples rubbing against the sheets, adding to the slick mess.
Y/N's pace quickened despite being confused between dream and reality, grunting as he chased release. Yuta wrapped a leg back, angling deeper, and exploded into a third climax, walls fluttering wildly, "YES! Breed Your Slutty Brother, Oni-Chan!! Hah.... soooo Good..." voice breaking into sobs of pleasure. Finally, Y/N tensed, burying himself to the hilt and cumming—hot spurts flooding Yuta's pussy, filling him with thick seed that overflowed, dripping down his thighs.
Yuta came one last time from the sensation, intense and prolonged, his whole body quivering as he clamped down, trapping every drop inside. Y/N stilled, slipping out in his sleep, cock softening as he rolled away slightly. Yuta lay there, panting, cum leaking from his stretched cunt, overjoyed beyond words. Mine now~, he thought, snuggling back into Y/N's strong arms, already plotting how to make this real.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8
Cn you make Sub Ikki Niko from blue lock? ive never requested anything from an creator before so idrk if im doing this right lol
FIRST SHOT
Niko knew the consequences of partying. But what he didn’t know was the pleasure it can bring.
Sub! Ikko Niko x Dom! GN! Reader
CW: aged up characters (college au), reader is a bully x loser nerd virgin niko yes, reader can be any gender, mentions of anal sex and strap on, degradation, semi public sex, rimming, cum eating, fingering, slight fisting, nipple play, masturbation, slight oral, dacryphilia (ofc), alcohol consumption, unrealistic parties lol, let’s pretend you can’t puke when ure drunk bcs dats nasty, idk what else to warn
DNI MINORS. Any gender can interact. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors.
A/N: i’ve been into bully reader lately, so i just had to do this w a loser like niko lol. also i hope i fulfilled ur req anon, hope u like it <3!
Niko felt absolutely stupid. He hated partying, but he also wanted to make friends. So when he found out most students in his university loves partying, he suddenly found himself standing in front of a party bar. His heart thumping loudly while he entered the bar.
The smell of alcohol lingered around the whole place, enough to make Niko nauseous from the smell alone.
He wandered around the place, a light beer in his hands— trying to find at least one person that he could chat with. Hell, he wasn’t even drinking the beer he had, he just didn’t want to look lost in a middle of a bar.
Honestly, he was on the brink of giving up. Maybe partying wasn’t for him. But when he was about to head out—
“Holy shit, is that Niko?”
Niko’s eyes widened, when he heard the familiar voice. It was you— a popular figure on your university. Of course, out of all places he can come across you it had to be a bar. You were quite known for teasing nerds and losers in your university.
And Niko knew he was the absolute epitome of loser and nerd.
So right now, he didn’t even know how he ended up drinking cups of alcohol he lost count of. A crowd gathered up around him, cheering him on and hyping him up to finish the stack of cups in front of him.
He chugged another cup, each and every cup he took has an alcohol that became stronger and stronger. And as he kept on drinking, the more drunk he got. There were three left, but his tolerance couldn’t take it anymore. His whole body became weak to even stand properly.
But a hand held his hair, forcing him to stand up. The person who got him to do this drinking challenge—
“[n- name]…” Niko winced in pain, clutching the end of the table while you pulled on his hair.
“Come on, Niko… You don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of everyone, right?” You took the third cup, bringing it up to his fluffy lips that trembled.
“Drink.” He shakily opened his lips. You got impatient with how slow he opened his mouth— you tugged on his hair harder and pulled his head until it tilted upwards as he opened his mouth in pain, then forcing the cup to his lips. You leaned in his ear to whisper something only the of you could hear,
“Make sure to drink everything— or else I’m embarrassing you in front of everyone.” Niko nodded frantically in panic, too afraid to ruin his whole college life.
You shoved the cup into his mouth, letting the alcohol fill his trembling mouth. At first, he tried to swallow as much as he can, until the last sip was bunched in his mouth. Niko couldn’t swallow anymore, too drunk and nauseous to drink further.
You tugged on his hair harder, then leaned to whisper into his ear. Your voice being the only thing that Niko hears despite the cheering crowd around you.
“Drink everything. Don’t be fucking useless.”
He immediately complied, swallowing as much as he can inside his mouth. In Niko’s mind, he thought he emptied his mouth good, but in reality he didn’t swallow well. So when he stuck his whole tongue out to show you he swallowed everything,
Your eyes widened when he suddenly turned to you with his tongue hung out. His saliva and alcohol dripping down like a smooth slick, landing on the table in front of him. You were more than shocked at the sight,
Because the sight in front of you looked rather sexual than pathetic, the one you wanted him to look like. But looking now at how he panted heavily while sticking his tongue out, his legs trembling to keep him standing and tears visible through his bangs that sticked to his forehead due to sweat.
Shit, your groin felt tight. You didn’t know if it was because of the amount of alcohol you also consumed, but the sight made you highly aroused.
Niko shakily reached for the second cup, drinking it while struggling. The crowd cheered him on and laughed at him as he tried to drink the whole cup. He could only finish barely half the cup, placing down the halfway full cup then turning to you.
“[name]…-“ You could only hear your name being called, the rest of his words muffled because the crowd was too loud. You leaned into his ears to hear his words clearly,
“P- please— please, help me with my boner… I- I’ll help y- you with yours…”
Shit, you didn’t even notice you were getting highly aroused to the point there was a slightly visible wet patch on your crotch. You also forgot that Niko has great vision, or whatever that was called. He immediately noticed that patched. You also looked onto his crotch, seeing a more visible wet patch on his crotch and a tent in his pants.
You took the still halfway full cup and drunk the rest in it, leaving the strongest cup of alcohol left. You took it in your hand, while Niko trembled in nervousness. Knowing damn well he couldn’t drink the last cup whole. But suddenly,
“I don’t think this loser can drink anymore, I’m taking him to the bathroom to sober him up. I’m drinking the last one on behalf of him.”
You dragged him to the bathroom— your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to guide him tipsy to the bathroom. When you both reached the bathroom, you threw him by the sink, letting him upper body bend on the edge of the sink.
Niko whimpered, trying to recompose himself and his thoughts. His mind too hazy from the alcohol and his arousal. He heard you lock the door behind him, your footsteps heavy when you approached him bent over.
“You fucking slut, you probably wanted me to do you in front of everyone, huh?” Niko shook his head, his bangs swayed frantically as he tried to deny your words.
“N- no, I—“
“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His small boner bouncing out his pants and his leaking hole in display while he bent over and you kneeled between his cheeks.
Niko whimpered when he felt your hot breath hit the skin of his ass. Then, your warm lips started to kiss and suck his saggy balls, your teeth slightly scraping the sensitive skin.
He moaned loudly when you took his balls whole in your mouth, sucking on them rough and hard until it turned slightly red. Then you kissed down into his small length, easily sucking it whole by how small it was. Niko’s legs trembled as he screamed a moan with how hard you were sucking him off, his tip spurted out a thick liquid into your mouth.
You got up, your mouth filled with his sticky cum. Your hands going to his neck, wrapping around it tightly until his mouth opened from lack of air. You spitted his own secretions into his mouth. He still struggled to swallow, the salty taste of his cum and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol lingering his taste buds.
Your mouth kissed his cum-filled mouth, earning a moan from his while you pushed your the rest of cum into his throat with your tongue.
You pulled away then kissed his neck, down to his back, until your lips reached the smooth skin of his ass. Your hot breath fanning his hole as he whined with his heart beating out his chest.
Your salivating tongue licked the rim of his hole, Niko immediately moaned loudly. Thankfully, the music outside was too loud and people were drunk to even hear his insanely loud mouth.
Before your tongue could intrude his hole, his hand stopped you.
“W- wait…” Niko whined under his breath. You got up again and neared him, asking a “What?”. Your patience slightly running low, but deciding to listen nonetheless.
“Uhm…I don’t know how to— uhm…” Niko whispered, his face red and flustered of embarrassment.
“Is this…your first?” Niko nodded, looking away from pure embarrassment. You chuckled in responding, suddenly pulling on his hair and making him face the mirror. You pushed all his bangs away, revealing his teary teal eyes.
“Good. Watch yourself turn into a useless slut for the first time.”
He whined at the degrading words and the pain from your palm hitting the surface of his ass. He felt you spread his ass cheeks roughly and you kneeled behind him again.
“Don’t look away from your reflection, yeah?”
Your tongue pushed into his pulsing hole, pushing until your nose hit the crack of his ass and until your tongue couldn’t push further. The overwhelming new sensation of your tongue made his mind drive crazy, his head spinning from the pleasure and alcohol. He looked at his reflection, to his shock he was sticking his tongue out without even noticing. His teal eyes remained unfocused and dazed on himself as he slowly felt a small muscle in the mouth give him this much pleasure.
Your tongue pushed further, circling around his hole until it reached a certain bundle of nerves, his prostate. Niko’s eyes widened, a huge amount of pleasure washed in him. He already thought your tongue inside his ass was too much pleasure, but when your tongue hit a certain spot— he couldn’t fathom the amount of pleasure he has right now. He moaned louder than ever, his legs trembled as his dick squirted another round of thick cum.
“Found it.” Your tongue lapped around his ass one more time, your own saliva dripping down your chin and his hole dripped with his own slick and your saliva, dripping down onto his twitching dick.
You stood up, turning his shaking body around. His front now facing you and his back laid down onto the cold sink tile.
Your hand grabbed the hem of his shirt before removing it, rendering him completely naked. While you, you were still fully dressed. Niko whined, trying to also pull your shirt. But you slapped his hands away, earning a whimper from him. You pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles, taking his underwear before bunching it up to a ball. Shoving it into his mouth roughly.
“Sluts like you need to keep their loud mouth shut.” You slapped his thighs then his ass again and again until satisfied. Making sure his ass would look red later.
Niko moaned under the makeshift gag, arching his back against the cold surface of the sink. His moans became louder when your fingers rubbed his rim.
Without any warning, your fingers pushed inside. It was one at first, thrusting it slow and shallow. Your index finger feeling up his sticky, gummy walls. Your saliva from earlier becoming tacky.
When you deemed he was stretched enough, you added another finger. This time, your thrusts were faster than before. Niko moaned around your fingers, his legs trashed around while his toes curled from the increasing pleasure.
His loud noises were muffled by the underwear shoved in his mouth, making him struggle to speak. You pulled out the makeshift gag with your other hand while the other fingered his hole roughly. He shut his eyes closed from the pleasure he was feeling, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. As if greed was taking over him.
“M- more…”
Niko’s eyes shot open when he felt two more fingers get added. Four fingers in total started to thrust in him rougher and harder. Four of your fingers reaching knuckles down into his ass, hitting places he didn’t know can bring him pleasure.
He screamed whilst moaning when you pushed past your knuckles. His mind going crazy at how painful yet pleasurable your fisting was.
Your fist eased in him, then your mouth went to his nipples to distract him from the pain. Niko rolled his eyes back and his tongue hung out his mouth when your wet, warm tongue lapped around the sensitive buds of his nipple.
You sucked on it, bit on it, and pulled the buds with your teeth while you fisted his hole then pulled out completely. Your four fingers going back in him and thrusting faster, harder, and roughly. He moaned and writhed under you, the pain and pleasure all mixing into one.
His nipples felt extremely sensitive by your mouth and his hole was spent by one of your hand. He thought the pleasure he could receive has reached its maximum.
But your free hand reached for his limp dick. He released a shocked and loud moan, feeling your calloused hand jerk him off fast and hard as your thrusts did.
Your mouth kept playing with his nipples, taking turns on each side. Biting and sucking on it, making sure both was getting the same amount of pleasure and pain. While four of your fingers dug knuckles deep in him, thrusting as hard and fast as you can. Reaching for his prostate and abusing the hell out of it.
All the pleasure he felt was uncontrollable, your movements were fast and unforgiving. Rendering him weak and sensitive under your touch. He couldn’t stop you anymore from playing with his body.
He laid below you, writhing and moaning out your name like a chant. His back arched perfectly, his body screamed submission. Vulnerable under you, his exposed teal eyes crossed and rolling behind his head out of pleasure while tears flowed out his eyes. His tongue still lolled out his mouth while he made noises like a dog. The pleasure he’s receiving made his mind fucked dumb along with the influence of alcohol.
Your movement became erratic, everything became harder and faster. Too rough for Niko’s sanity, he trembled like a leaf as he felt the knot in his stomach twist pleasurably. He was about to cum, and you were abusing every sensitive spot in his body while doing so.
“C- cumming… Please! Let me cum…a- ahh— ngh— aah~!” He choked on his own moans and words. His arms and legs wrapped around you whilst you worked your way around him. You pulled away your mouth for a second to speak,
“Then cum, you slut.”
Niko arched his back when you resumed sucking his nipples. His whole body moved in closer to your touch. Completely deprived from the pleasure he’s feeling.
His dick twitched on your hands, despite it being overstimulated, it still twitched and squirted out a monstrous amount of cum. The thin, white liquid tainting both your stomach. His tip released so much cum, his whole body fell limp.
You resumed your movements and touch but gentle now. Your mouth kissed his red and plump nipples gently. Whole your fingers massaged his insides slowly, and your other hand gently jerked him off through his high.
Niko moaned weakly when you pulled your fingers out of him. His whole body still felt the phantom feeling of your roughness, making his body still lightly twitch and limp from the overstimulation. You brought two fingers to your mouth, licking his juices while holding eye contact with him.
He looked at you with wide eyes and a burning red face, he also opened his mouth to you. You finished licking your fingers and bought it to his mouth, shoving all four fingers in his mouth. He sucked his own juices and your saliva as if he was a thirsty slut. He moaned while he did so, his own noises getting muffled by your digits. You pulled your fingers away from his plump lips,
You kissed him gently, putting his clothes back on. Wiping his sweaty body with a handkerchief in your pocket.
“You good? Can you stand?” You asked him, looking at his spent body.
He only nodded, his mind was still fuzzy from pleasure and his throat felt sore from screaming so much. You chuckled when you noticed he couldn’t reply properly, helping him up.
When both of you got out the bathroom, there were half as much as people from earlier. The two of you were at it for so long, it was nearing closing time. Thankfully, no one noticed the bathroom were locked the whole night. Or else both of you would get caught.
You peered over Niko, who looked like a tired and lost kitten. You chuckled softly, how could a nerd from your class look this cute?
“Let me drive you home and buy you water.”
“O- okay…”
Rest assured he rode your cock/strap on the way home.
Warning: NTR, Overstimulation, Noncon, spanking, crying, no lubed, cheating, PWP, fingers on mouth, nipple play. Neglected reader. Based on manga named "I fucked your wife till morning"
“Stay safe, honey,”
you spoke softly as you watched your husband leave for work.
“Hmm,” he replied without emotion, closing the door behind him.
Your heart ached the moment it clicked shut.
It had been three years since he last showed you affection–three years without real conversations or sex.
At first, you thought it was just work stress. But even if he was tired, he could’ve still come to you. You would’ve let him use you to relieve his stress. You would’ve done it again and again, just for him.
You looked down and quietly made your way to the living room to start cleaning.
You missed feeling loved. Missed being wanted. He never used to be like this. Even before marriage, he was affectionate, sweet, and had a high sex drive. Now, he barely looks at you. He treats you like a maid.
‘What did I do wrong?’ you thought.
You always did your part–woke him up with breakfast ready, said yes to whatever he asked, and gave him consent whenever he was in the mood.
So why? Did he get bored of you?
You sighed after finishing the living room. It was already afternoon. Time to cook lunch.
A ring from the doorbell caught your attention.
You walked over and gently opened the door.
Standing there was your old college friend with benefits, Sukuna.
He smirked, red eyes looking down at you. “Hey Y/N, long time no see.”
You frowned and folded your arms. “Hello. Why are you here?”
Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “Not inviting me in?”
You sighed and stepped aside. He walked in, closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes while watching you walk ahead.
You grumbled as you opened the fridge. “State your business.”
Sukuna chuckled, his thoughts drifting. ‘Fuck, I missed that cocky mouth.’
“Your husband asked me to pick up the folders he forgot.”
You blinked, glancing over your shoulder as you set the vegetables down in the sink. ‘Right, I forgot he works for our company.’
You gave a small nod and walked toward your husband's office. On the desk was a brown envelope. ‘This must be it.’
You picked it up and carefully handed it to Sukuna, who was still staring at you with that same hungry gaze… like before.
“Here,” you said, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense stare.
You turned your back. “If you’re done, then get ou–”
You didn’t get to finish when you suddenly felt his hand squeeze your ass.
“What the!” you shouted, quickly stepping back. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
Sukuna chuckled. “What? You used to like that before.”
You glared at him. “That was before. I have a husband now!”
Sukuna stepped closer, his large frame towering over you. You swallowed hard, feeling a little intimidated.
He leaned in, his voice low as he whispered, “You look neglected... like a wilted flower.”
Both of his hands grabbed your ass again, and he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Let me water you. Spray you with something again?” he whispered with a smirk.
You let out a soft gasp. This—this was what you’d been craving.To be touched again. To be wanted.
But not by him by your husband. ‘No, my husband I can’t…’
You pushed against Sukuna’s muscular chest, looking down to hide your flushed face.
“Please respect me and my husband's relationship,” you said quietly. “I can get you fired.”
Sukuna slowly backed away, still grinning as he watched your reaction. “I wouldn’t mind risking it to fuck you.”
You clenched your pants tightly, your body betraying you.
He left, walking out of your home,but not without a plan in his mind.
He had left you hot, needy just like before.
You put a hand over your crotch.
‘Fuck… I need to stroke it.’
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The very next day, your husband left quietly again as if you didn’t exist.
And that day, Sukuna came back. He wore a tight-fitted button-up shirt with a black necktie, showing off his muscles, paired with fitted black pants. It looked so tight, it almost seemed like he had a third leg.
You gulped and were about to close the door, but his hand stopped it.
Sukuna easily pushed the door open and slowly stepped inside. “Relax. I’m just here to grab something again,” he said casually.
Your eyes narrowed. “You’re not here to touch me? Because I swear, I’ll get you fired.”
You turned and walked into the living room, letting him in.
Sukuna took off his shoes and entered, his eyes fixed on your backside. He licked his lips, a slow smirk forming.
“Like your husband would care.”
“Wha–” Before you could finish, you felt him touch your nipples through your clothes.
“Ng–what the, Sukuna!” you gasped, biting your lip as he teased your sensitive nipples, twisting them playfully.
“Haa… ngh…” Your legs felt weak just from the stimulation. After three years of celibacy, your body has become far too sensitive.
Sukuna didn’t respond, he was too focused on corrupting you all over again.
You gripped his hands as he continued playing with your chest. “P–please, stop… S-Sukuna! My husband…!”
Sukuna tilted his head and spoke calmly, “He’s overworked today. You know that, right?”
You whimpered, your resistance fading. You grabbed his hand and pressed it over your mouth to muffle your moans. “Nhm~ mhmp!”
Sukuna chuckled as he remembered your wedding –the wedding where his co-workers were also invited by their boss. “Man, that wedding was hilarious. To think you were getting married? Seeing you wear a white suit to a wedding when back in college...”
He leaned close to your ear. “You were my fuck toy.”
You immediately shot back, “That’s because you took advantage of my drunken state! Ah!”
Sukuna lifted your shirt off. You felt tears forming in your eyes–was it from fear? Or excitement? “No!”
Sukuna continued to play with your perky nipples. “I really missed these nips!”
He recalled the day he first fucked you. “At first, I just saw your nipples when you lifted your shirt while you were drunk. There was no way I could stop myself that day after seeing these cuties,” he smirked, licking your neck, making you shiver from the warmth of his breath and the coldness of his saliva.
Your mouth trembled. ‘That’s right, this man stole my virginity that night.’
Suddenly, Sukuna went under your arms to suck your nipples.
“Ahn! Hmm~♡” you whined like a slut.
Sukuna nibbled on them while speaking. “I still think about these while masturbating. I miss fucking you.”
Your brows furrowed as you felt him pull your pants down and touch your boxers.
‘Stop…’ You felt your body tingle and grow needy. It was so hot you grabbed him even more, even though it felt wrong. ‘What’s with this feeling?’
Sukuna pulled your boxers down, his gaze never leaving your face. “You were a cute pet who’d changed his style to my taste.”
Your body trembled as his tongue licked your cheek. ‘Stop, don’t make me remember’
Sukuna felt something wet down your shaft as he touched it. “Oh?”
He looked down, seeing your dick twitch already hard and leaking pre cum. “I only mentioned the past, and you’re already leaking pre? HAHAHA!what a fucking whore.”
Your nipples twitched from the cold air while your body trembled against him. “N-no,” you shook your head as you felt the familiar tip grinding on your hole.
“I’m his husband now! I’m not your–”
THRUST!!!
“Ahn!!” Your mouth opened wide, tongue out, as you felt a hard tip poke your prostate. It burns, but it also feels so fucking good.
“Haaa! So thick! Sukuna!” you said between breaths, trying to adjust to his size.
FWAP FWAP!!
Sukuna immediately thrust without caring that there was no lube used his precum covered for that.
He leaned close to your face with a wide smirk. “Squeeze your ass tight! Stick your tongue out!”
Like before, you obediently opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him to kiss you deeply.
“Mhm! Hmmp!” You moaned while he devoured your mouth.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt his dick fuck your prostate, hitting deeper inside your guts. Your legs shook, feeling vulnerable and already fucked. Every sensation felt like electricity, making you dumb on his dick.
You were about to lose yourself to the feeling of his dick when suddenly you remembered your husband’s face. ‘No! No!’
Sukuna somehow noticed you weren’t focused on him, so he thrust deeper and played with your dick.
FWAP FWAP FWAP!!
Your body shook as Sukuna pulled away from your mouth. “Ngh! Slow down! You’re too de-deep! My gu-guts!” you whimpered as you felt his fingers playing with your tip.
Suddenly, he pushed you to the ground, and your phone fell in front of you.
Your head rested on the floor while your ass raised up. He kept thrusting so fast you felt like you were going to cum.
Your body trembled, feeling his thick dick filling you up.“Cum-cumming! Ku-kuna ngh!” you gasped.
He ignored you and kept thrusting.
“Cumming♡♡!!” you cried out, arching your back. Your eyes rolled back, your tongue out, drool leaking onto the floor.
Sukuna’s thrusts didn’t stop, he kept going brutally.
You tapped the floor helplessly, moaning and crying, tears running down your cheeks.“No…kuna…so de-deep. Eek!!”
PLOP PLOP FWAP!!
Sukuna grinned as he looked at your body. “Don’t try to build a home when you’re just a fuck toy.”
He pulled your head back, making you arch, your ass grinding deeper into him.
‘Hurts! So harsh!’ Your head leaned back, tongue still out, crying from the mix of pain and pleasure.
Sukuna looked down at your pathetic state.“Aren’t you embarrassed?”
You nodded, completely dumb like he had made you before. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!♡ Ahhhn!”
Sukuna let go of your hair and slapped your ass, spanking it red.
You squeaked from the sting “Eek! Noo!”
Sukuna watched his fat cock disappear as your ass swallowed it whole. ‘So tight. Still hasn’t changed. Still so fucking good!’
He grunted, feeling himself about to cum.
FWOP FWOP!!
“Mhm! Ngh~ ahhn! Hugna!!” You whined, drool staining your hair. Your tears ruined your face –ruining yourself again for him.
Sukuna clicked his tongue as he pushed his fingers inside your mouth.
“Mhngh!” You shuddered, swallowing and licking his three fingers as he played with your tongue.
Your eyes saw a message notification from your phone, coming from your husband. You closed your eyes tightly.
“Cummingh!” Your moans were muffled because of his fingers. Your body twitched again as you came, your dick spurting semen and staining the floor.
“Fuck… I’m cumming!” Sukuna grunted as he felt you tighten more around his thick cock, twitching inside you as he came.
Sukuna pulled out his now soft cock– watching his semen come out your hole like before. He smirked as he stood up, putting on his pants again “Make sure to change your style like before. And get lubed up tomorrow”
He left your body trembling and messy.
You felt the familiar warm, thick, and slimy feeling inside you. Trailing down your thighs.
‘I’m sorry, darling. I’ll revert back to being his slut♡’
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“I’m home.”
Your husband grunted as he closed the door. His eyes widened at what he saw.
“You changed your style? You look good”
His gaze traveled over your body. You used to wear baggy clothes, but now you wore tight, revealing ones. You even changed your hair and were wearing makeup.
corruption w/ Rin Itoshi? Teaching him all he has to know
𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦
pairing. rin itoshi x male reader
warnings. teacher x student, power imbalance, corruption kink, praise kink, amab!reader, frottage, coming in pants, slight sub!rin, brief blowjob at the end, perverted and manipulative reader, masculine pronouns used for the reader
a/n. hmmm to corrupt the innocent Rin who only wants to play soccer and nothing else, delicious
He sat at the back of the classroom, in the seat next to the window that gave him the perfect view of the soccer field outside. Rin never cared much about the lessons, he used to pass all the tests without difficulty. Classes were more like background noise, an obligation that he could soon give up in favor of being able to dedicate all his time for soccer.
It shouldn't matter. Even physical education was a waste of time. Playing with the students in his class was like playing with elementary school kids.
And that shouldn't change just because a new teacher comes into the classroom that day. Rin doesn't find you as interesting as the other students, the girls are dazzled by your appearance, the boys thinking you're 'cool'. Rin thought you were ordinary.
But for some reason you seemed to like him. You always liked to ask him if he had any questions, you never failed to notice if he was in class, and the way you said his name, you always seemed to savor the letters — itoshi, you said. Not Rin, Itoshi. Formal, authoritative, always seeming to stand over Rin, even though he was your height.
"Itoshi, can you stay for a bit?" You said one day, stopping him from his attempt to leave the classroom. And only when all the students had left did you continue, looking serious and so focused on him... The attention caused something strange in Rin. He didn't like it. "Itoshi, you always seem distracted during class, is there something wrong?"
You and those eyes of yours trying to decipher me are the problem. Your voice echoing through the room in your readings. The phantom touch that my mind invents when you pass by my desk. Instead, Rin asks, "Is there a problem with my grades?"
Of course not, you tell him what he already knew. His grades were perfect.
That should be the end of the matter, but you ask him to stay again after the next class. (Itoshi, help me organize the room, would you?). And next. (I heard you play soccer, are you good? Maybe I'll watch you sometime). And the next one. (Itoshi, what is this? Is there a problem? "No," he replies, swallowing hard as his skin continues to burn beneath his shirt from the casual touch on his waist to get him out of the way).
You didn't know anything about soccer. Dribbling, corner, bicycle kicks, offside, nothing. Rin laughs, for the first time when you say that you only knew what a goal was. It wasn't funny, but he laughed anyway. He felt like a shy schoolgirl around you.
"Itoshi," you say, taking the stack of tests from his hands, fingers touching. "Teach me about football."
He goes to your place two nights later. You watch a game together, Rin is hyperaware of not being able to shut up. He explains the players' positions, the plays, throws numbers and terms at you and too many things for you to really understand. But you listen, sitting too close, looking at him not at the television.
"Have you ever been on a date before?" You ask, out of the blue.
"No," Rin doesn't even hesitate, without time to think.
"Girlfriends?" Rin shakes his head. "Boyfriends?"
"Never?"
"Never."
"Is that what it is, a date?" He asks, directly.
You shrug. "If you want." As if he had every choice in the matter at hand. But it didn't feel that way. How to refuse someone like you? Brilliant, intelligent, who listened to him chatter without getting irritated, who told him he was brilliant and wonderful. And such a good boy.
Rin didn't know what he wanted, but you did, because as soon as he shuts up and just stares at you, you're kissing him. It's wrong, a part of him knows. This shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't be in his teacher's house, much less kissing him. He shouldn't kiss you back — trying would be the better word.
"You're always so quiet, but I knew you wanted this as soon as I saw you. A boy full of desires, who just wants to be seen and loved, isn't it?" He nods, sighs against your mouth, a little lost as to what exactly to do with his lips. "It's not a war, darling, just a kiss, be gentle, follow what I do."
Rin never understood why people liked to kiss, until now. Your mouth on his leaves him breathless like after running endless miles, lips swollen and wet and stomach twisting with uncertainty and a million feelings.
At the end of the game, Rin is sprawled on your couch, beneath you, school uniform crumpled. Legs spread around you, tense with proximity. He keeps pulling away from the kiss so he can breathe and you laugh at him (for him) each time. "Is this your first kiss, love?" Rin can only nod. He doesn't trust himself to speak. His member throbs between his legs and Rin can only hope you haven't noticed despite how close you are.
Then you rock against him and Rin sighs, cheeks turning red with embarrassment. There was no hiding now, you definitely noticed his erection. He felt small compared to you in every way, inexperienced, a blind walking through a minefield. A boy in the experienced hands of a man.
"Hard just from kissing a little? You're so adorable, makes me want to devour you," there's a smile in your voice and you kiss his Adam's apple. The air is so hot and thick and Rin feels something strange when you palm him over his pants. Like he's going to pee or something. "A virgin, how cute. How lucky I am."
Rin had already masturbated, of course. But it was always like a means to an end, like maintenance, just something to keep his body going, like drinking water or eating. It doesn't look like that with you. It looks like he's going to die.
"Teacher," he murmurs, clinging to your arms, legs wrapping around your hips as you rub and touch him and wring the pleasure out of him. "Sir w-wait- mmh we shouldn't-"
The rational part of Rin's mind knew he should put an end to this, push you away and leave. It wasn't right; if his parents knew about this, what would they say? But the other part of him, the part that had been starved of affection and intimacy for so long, craved more, even if it was wrong.
It felt good, so good. His skin was on fire, his cock throbbing painfully beneath your palm.
He never knew it would feel like this to be touched by another person. It felt like a million electrical circuits were running under his skin and straight to his cock. He felt so sensitive, pushing against the confines of the fabric, balls so tight he knew he was going to cum soon, really fast, too fast.
"I like how eager you are. Always obedient and well-mannered. Always trying so hard to be perfect," you tell him, so experienced in undoing him beneath you with just a little rubbing. It doesn't take much. He turns the inside of his pants into a mess so fast it's embarrassing. He's so wet for you, so hard and he wants to cum so bad-
Rin is nodding, rocking against you, making these little sounds, sighs, moans. He can't hold on any longer...
"You blush so easily when I praise you. Does it turn you on when I call you a good boy?"
"Y-yes..."
"Are you close, baby? Do you want to cum?"
"Ngh s-so b-bad." Rin isn't even sure if he's talking or not anymore, if he's shouting or whispering.
"That's it Itoshi, come for me, pretty boy, cum in your pants like the obedient little thing you are." You keep talking dirty words to him. You tell him how beautiful he is, how you want to hear him more, how lovely his dick is. Rin cums just like that, so easy for you.
"Itoshi," you say as you rub him through his orgasm, "you're so beautiful like this, I never want to let you go, I'll ruin you for anyone else."
Itoshi, you say, as you drop him off at his door later, I'll see you tomorrow in class, sleep well.
Itoshi, you know you can ask me to stop at any time, right? I'm not going to get mad, I just want you to feel good.
Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know, you say as he kneels at your feet, anxious and tense as he stares at your groin with his big green eyes. Open your mouth, dear. Here we go. That's it, suck my dick. Ahh yes, good boy, like that, without rushing. See? You learn so fast, makes me proud of you.
Rin, you say. Rin. You were born for this. A natural little slut. I knew I chose right, you'll be even more wonderful when I'm done with you.
Isagi yoichi & dumbfication!!! I just need to turn this man in a dumb whore for dick (top!male reader)
𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕
pairing. male reader x isagi yoichi
warnings. amab!reader, top!reader, bottom!isagi, anal sex, bondage, dumbification, humiliation, crying, overstimulation, squirt, ahegao, cumming inside, a lot of 'petnames' (doll, baby, whore, slut, stupid, boytoy), (+bonus: Isagi has a small penis)
a/n. dumbification is just 😩🤌 (and as you guys can see I'm still very creative with titles) and this is unedited
Isagi was easily the most beautiful thing in the world when beneath you, pliable under your hands, completely limp and unable to put up a fight even if he wanted. A life-size inflatable doll for you to play with.
He was usually talkative even in bed, telling you to hurry up while interrupting himself to comment on how strange it felt to be penetrated and how he could never get used to the feeling of having something inside him. All the talk, however, immediately died on his tongue when you slid in, slowly, so that he could feel every inch of you causing a burning sensation as it stretched his only briefly prepared hole.
It felt like a routine, pride making him unable to admit how much he truly loved it and then, the sensual curve of his back leaving the mattress as you reached the bottom, completely engulfed in the heat of the tight walls. The words became stutters and soon, it was as if all of Isagi's rationality had disappeared, only leaving him with erotic moans and whimpers that reminded you a lot of an animal in heat.
“Ughh- aah~” Isagi's mouth hung open, allowing the pink tongue to hang out over his bottom lip. Saliva ran down his chin and he seemed lost in his own world as his lean, flexible body was used by you. He was beautiful like that, no thought in mind other than how unbearable the pressure felt inside him, the pounding in his hole reaching so deep that you just knew he could feel you rearranging his insides.
His hands were stretched over his head, the blue rope the same shade as his teary eyes keeping them tied to the headboard. Before forgetting how to speak, he had begged you to let go and let him touch you and touch himself — 'you know I can't cum without touching my dick,' he had argued.
But now, Isagi's cock drooled against his stomach, semen from his three untouched orgasms drying there countering that.
The memory of his words amused you. “For someone who said that could only cum if he touched his own dick, you look completely ridiculous right now,” you can’t help but mock your boyfriend, reduced to a sensitive, overstimulated mess in mere minutes. “A liar, that's what you are Yoichi. A liar and a whore for dick.” You punctuated your last words with deep, sharp thrusts, delighting in the wet sound Isagi's hole made whenever your cock sank into him and how his entire body convulsed as if he'd been shocked.
Isagi's blue eyes seemed unfocused and when all that responded back to you was a strangled, stuttered, "p-pl-ea- aawn... -se," you couldn't help but laugh, feeling your cock twitch inside Isagi at how pathetic he sounded, just to you.
“It’s okay, don’t talk, you don’t need to talk,” you said, calming his shameful attempts at forming words. Your tone, however, is sadistic and amusing, full of mockery. “You just have to stay there and let yourself be used, that's what you're good at, isn't it? To be my fuck toy, my fleshlight? And I don’t even need to touch that useless little dick of yours to make you cum, just fuck your ass, like the good slut you are.”
Your words found a target and Isagi could only nod, gratefully accepting the permission to not need to think or try to speak. He just needed to be your dumb little slut, nothing more.
Adorable, really.
Isagi was always thinking a lot during matches, his mind was always racing a mile a minute, studying the field, his opponents and forming strategies. But now he didn't need to do anything, nothing at all. Nothing was all you wanted from him, how ironic.
Isagi whimpered, sweet hole clenching around your cock and you immediately recognized the tension coursing through his firm legs and toes curling in the most erotic way in the world. Your hips reacted on their own, darting in and out of the hot, wet tightness. “Your hole is squeezing me so much, do you want to cum for me again, doll? Come on, let go. Show me how good you can be to me, coming just for a few dirty words.”
And like the ridiculous and obedient little thing he is, Isagi obeys. The orgasm comes like a wave, fast, unpredictable and crashing against him with surprising force. There is no slow build or sensations building to the breaking point. One second Isagi is drooling over himself and making shameful attempts to meet your thrusts and the next, tears are streaming down his flushed, sweaty face, a violent tremor making his whole body convulse and his little pink dick jumps, twitches and expels a stream of clear, odorless liquid that seems like it will never end.
The bed quickly becomes wet beneath him and the crying grows louder as the embarrassment seems to set in. Isagi moves from side to side, pulling on the rope that keeps his hands tied as he seems to try to escape the stimulation. It's a vain attempt. He looks so pornographic that all you can do is grab his ass, forcing him to remain lying on his side in the new position while you fuck him mercilessly, fingers grabbing the soft, pale flesh; pulling to allow you to see the little hole greedily swallowing your cock.
“That’s it, boytoy, let go,” you speak through gritted teeth, breathing quickening as you feel your own orgasm quickly approaching at the glipse of isagi’s lewd expression: blue eyes beautifully rolled back, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Nothing wrong with making a mess like the stupid little thing you are, wetting the whole bed.”
Isagi opened and closed his mouth several times, tears and drool wetting his pretty face as he struggled to speak through the moans: “ah- I-I... you c-cum...”
“What is this, baby? Do you want me to cum in you? Want me to fill your dirty hole?”
His body had already stopped obeying his will and all he could do was moan in response, trying unsuccessfully to communicate.
And what kind of boyfriend would you be if you denied him that?
You sped up, sweat prickling against your bare skin and heat seeming to eat you raw, your heavy breathing covered by the sounds Isagi made. It felt like fire licking his veins; you could feel your pulse racing in your dick, pleasure hitting you as your member pulsed and spilled deep inside Isagi.
“Agh! Ahh!” A broken scream died in Isagi's mouth as heat fill his insides. The possessive complaint made a muscle in his thigh pull, more liquid joining the mess on the bed.
You lean over him, searching for his mouth. The teeth clack together briefly before your tongues meet in a filthy, messy kiss. You swallow the saliva, salty tears and Isagi's moans, nails digging into his skinny ass as you continue to move in and out of him, riding out your orgasm and brutally fucking your cum deep into him, wanting to force him to accept every drop, wanting permanently leave the mark of your belonging on his body. You wished that afterwards, even after take a bath, Isagi could still feel the phantom sensation of your seed inside him, filling him and marking him as your dumb little whore.
How much better would it be if Isagi gave up his football career and lived just for that, to be used 24/7 by you.
Cn you make Sub Ikki Niko from blue lock? ive never requested anything from an creator before so idrk if im doing this right lol
FIRST SHOT
Niko knew the consequences of partying. But what he didn’t know was the pleasure it can bring.
Sub! Ikko Niko x Dom! GN! Reader
CW: aged up characters (college au), reader is a bully x loser nerd virgin niko yes, reader can be any gender, mentions of anal sex and strap on, degradation, semi public sex, rimming, cum eating, fingering, slight fisting, nipple play, masturbation, slight oral, dacryphilia (ofc), alcohol consumption, unrealistic parties lol, let’s pretend you can’t puke when ure drunk bcs dats nasty, idk what else to warn
DNI MINORS. Any gender can interact. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors.
A/N: i’ve been into bully reader lately, so i just had to do this w a loser like niko lol. also i hope i fulfilled ur req anon, hope u like it <3!
Niko felt absolutely stupid. He hated partying, but he also wanted to make friends. So when he found out most students in his university loves partying, he suddenly found himself standing in front of a party bar. His heart thumping loudly while he entered the bar.
The smell of alcohol lingered around the whole place, enough to make Niko nauseous from the smell alone.
He wandered around the place, a light beer in his hands— trying to find at least one person that he could chat with. Hell, he wasn’t even drinking the beer he had, he just didn’t want to look lost in a middle of a bar.
Honestly, he was on the brink of giving up. Maybe partying wasn’t for him. But when he was about to head out—
“Holy shit, is that Niko?”
Niko’s eyes widened, when he heard the familiar voice. It was you— a popular figure on your university. Of course, out of all places he can come across you it had to be a bar. You were quite known for teasing nerds and losers in your university.
And Niko knew he was the absolute epitome of loser and nerd.
So right now, he didn’t even know how he ended up drinking cups of alcohol he lost count of. A crowd gathered up around him, cheering him on and hyping him up to finish the stack of cups in front of him.
He chugged another cup, each and every cup he took has an alcohol that became stronger and stronger. And as he kept on drinking, the more drunk he got. There were three left, but his tolerance couldn’t take it anymore. His whole body became weak to even stand properly.
But a hand held his hair, forcing him to stand up. The person who got him to do this drinking challenge—
“[n- name]…” Niko winced in pain, clutching the end of the table while you pulled on his hair.
“Come on, Niko… You don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of everyone, right?” You took the third cup, bringing it up to his fluffy lips that trembled.
“Drink.” He shakily opened his lips. You got impatient with how slow he opened his mouth— you tugged on his hair harder and pulled his head until it tilted upwards as he opened his mouth in pain, then forcing the cup to his lips. You leaned in his ear to whisper something only the of you could hear,
“Make sure to drink everything— or else I’m embarrassing you in front of everyone.” Niko nodded frantically in panic, too afraid to ruin his whole college life.
You shoved the cup into his mouth, letting the alcohol fill his trembling mouth. At first, he tried to swallow as much as he can, until the last sip was bunched in his mouth. Niko couldn’t swallow anymore, too drunk and nauseous to drink further.
You tugged on his hair harder, then leaned to whisper into his ear. Your voice being the only thing that Niko hears despite the cheering crowd around you.
“Drink everything. Don’t be fucking useless.”
He immediately complied, swallowing as much as he can inside his mouth. In Niko’s mind, he thought he emptied his mouth good, but in reality he didn’t swallow well. So when he stuck his whole tongue out to show you he swallowed everything,
Your eyes widened when he suddenly turned to you with his tongue hung out. His saliva and alcohol dripping down like a smooth slick, landing on the table in front of him. You were more than shocked at the sight,
Because the sight in front of you looked rather sexual than pathetic, the one you wanted him to look like. But looking now at how he panted heavily while sticking his tongue out, his legs trembling to keep him standing and tears visible through his bangs that sticked to his forehead due to sweat.
Shit, your groin felt tight. You didn’t know if it was because of the amount of alcohol you also consumed, but the sight made you highly aroused.
Niko shakily reached for the second cup, drinking it while struggling. The crowd cheered him on and laughed at him as he tried to drink the whole cup. He could only finish barely half the cup, placing down the halfway full cup then turning to you.
“[name]…-“ You could only hear your name being called, the rest of his words muffled because the crowd was too loud. You leaned into his ears to hear his words clearly,
“P- please— please, help me with my boner… I- I’ll help y- you with yours…”
Shit, you didn’t even notice you were getting highly aroused to the point there was a slightly visible wet patch on your crotch. You also forgot that Niko has great vision, or whatever that was called. He immediately noticed that patched. You also looked onto his crotch, seeing a more visible wet patch on his crotch and a tent in his pants.
You took the still halfway full cup and drunk the rest in it, leaving the strongest cup of alcohol left. You took it in your hand, while Niko trembled in nervousness. Knowing damn well he couldn’t drink the last cup whole. But suddenly,
“I don’t think this loser can drink anymore, I’m taking him to the bathroom to sober him up. I’m drinking the last one on behalf of him.”
You dragged him to the bathroom— your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to guide him tipsy to the bathroom. When you both reached the bathroom, you threw him by the sink, letting him upper body bend on the edge of the sink.
Niko whimpered, trying to recompose himself and his thoughts. His mind too hazy from the alcohol and his arousal. He heard you lock the door behind him, your footsteps heavy when you approached him bent over.
“You fucking slut, you probably wanted me to do you in front of everyone, huh?” Niko shook his head, his bangs swayed frantically as he tried to deny your words.
“N- no, I—“
“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His small boner bouncing out his pants and his leaking hole in display while he bent over and you kneeled between his cheeks.
Niko whimpered when he felt your hot breath hit the skin of his ass. Then, your warm lips started to kiss and suck his saggy balls, your teeth slightly scraping the sensitive skin.
He moaned loudly when you took his balls whole in your mouth, sucking on them rough and hard until it turned slightly red. Then you kissed down into his small length, easily sucking it whole by how small it was. Niko’s legs trembled as he screamed a moan with how hard you were sucking him off, his tip spurted out a thick liquid into your mouth.
You got up, your mouth filled with his sticky cum. Your hands going to his neck, wrapping around it tightly until his mouth opened from lack of air. You spitted his own secretions into his mouth. He still struggled to swallow, the salty taste of his cum and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol lingering his taste buds.
Your mouth kissed his cum-filled mouth, earning a moan from his while you pushed your the rest of cum into his throat with your tongue.
You pulled away then kissed his neck, down to his back, until your lips reached the smooth skin of his ass. Your hot breath fanning his hole as he whined with his heart beating out his chest.
Your salivating tongue licked the rim of his hole, Niko immediately moaned loudly. Thankfully, the music outside was too loud and people were drunk to even hear his insanely loud mouth.
Before your tongue could intrude his hole, his hand stopped you.
“W- wait…” Niko whined under his breath. You got up again and neared him, asking a “What?”. Your patience slightly running low, but deciding to listen nonetheless.
“Uhm…I don’t know how to— uhm…” Niko whispered, his face red and flustered of embarrassment.
“Is this…your first?” Niko nodded, looking away from pure embarrassment. You chuckled in responding, suddenly pulling on his hair and making him face the mirror. You pushed all his bangs away, revealing his teary teal eyes.
“Good. Watch yourself turn into a useless slut for the first time.”
He whined at the degrading words and the pain from your palm hitting the surface of his ass. He felt you spread his ass cheeks roughly and you kneeled behind him again.
“Don’t look away from your reflection, yeah?”
Your tongue pushed into his pulsing hole, pushing until your nose hit the crack of his ass and until your tongue couldn’t push further. The overwhelming new sensation of your tongue made his mind drive crazy, his head spinning from the pleasure and alcohol. He looked at his reflection, to his shock he was sticking his tongue out without even noticing. His teal eyes remained unfocused and dazed on himself as he slowly felt a small muscle in the mouth give him this much pleasure.
Your tongue pushed further, circling around his hole until it reached a certain bundle of nerves, his prostate. Niko’s eyes widened, a huge amount of pleasure washed in him. He already thought your tongue inside his ass was too much pleasure, but when your tongue hit a certain spot— he couldn’t fathom the amount of pleasure he has right now. He moaned louder than ever, his legs trembled as his dick squirted another round of thick cum.
“Found it.” Your tongue lapped around his ass one more time, your own saliva dripping down your chin and his hole dripped with his own slick and your saliva, dripping down onto his twitching dick.
You stood up, turning his shaking body around. His front now facing you and his back laid down onto the cold sink tile.
Your hand grabbed the hem of his shirt before removing it, rendering him completely naked. While you, you were still fully dressed. Niko whined, trying to also pull your shirt. But you slapped his hands away, earning a whimper from him. You pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles, taking his underwear before bunching it up to a ball. Shoving it into his mouth roughly.
“Sluts like you need to keep their loud mouth shut.” You slapped his thighs then his ass again and again until satisfied. Making sure his ass would look red later.
Niko moaned under the makeshift gag, arching his back against the cold surface of the sink. His moans became louder when your fingers rubbed his rim.
Without any warning, your fingers pushed inside. It was one at first, thrusting it slow and shallow. Your index finger feeling up his sticky, gummy walls. Your saliva from earlier becoming tacky.
When you deemed he was stretched enough, you added another finger. This time, your thrusts were faster than before. Niko moaned around your fingers, his legs trashed around while his toes curled from the increasing pleasure.
His loud noises were muffled by the underwear shoved in his mouth, making him struggle to speak. You pulled out the makeshift gag with your other hand while the other fingered his hole roughly. He shut his eyes closed from the pleasure he was feeling, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. As if greed was taking over him.
“M- more…”
Niko’s eyes shot open when he felt two more fingers get added. Four fingers in total started to thrust in him rougher and harder. Four of your fingers reaching knuckles down into his ass, hitting places he didn’t know can bring him pleasure.
He screamed whilst moaning when you pushed past your knuckles. His mind going crazy at how painful yet pleasurable your fisting was.
Your fist eased in him, then your mouth went to his nipples to distract him from the pain. Niko rolled his eyes back and his tongue hung out his mouth when your wet, warm tongue lapped around the sensitive buds of his nipple.
You sucked on it, bit on it, and pulled the buds with your teeth while you fisted his hole then pulled out completely. Your four fingers going back in him and thrusting faster, harder, and roughly. He moaned and writhed under you, the pain and pleasure all mixing into one.
His nipples felt extremely sensitive by your mouth and his hole was spent by one of your hand. He thought the pleasure he could receive has reached its maximum.
But your free hand reached for his limp dick. He released a shocked and loud moan, feeling your calloused hand jerk him off fast and hard as your thrusts did.
Your mouth kept playing with his nipples, taking turns on each side. Biting and sucking on it, making sure both was getting the same amount of pleasure and pain. While four of your fingers dug knuckles deep in him, thrusting as hard and fast as you can. Reaching for his prostate and abusing the hell out of it.
All the pleasure he felt was uncontrollable, your movements were fast and unforgiving. Rendering him weak and sensitive under your touch. He couldn’t stop you anymore from playing with his body.
He laid below you, writhing and moaning out your name like a chant. His back arched perfectly, his body screamed submission. Vulnerable under you, his exposed teal eyes crossed and rolling behind his head out of pleasure while tears flowed out his eyes. His tongue still lolled out his mouth while he made noises like a dog. The pleasure he’s receiving made his mind fucked dumb along with the influence of alcohol.
Your movement became erratic, everything became harder and faster. Too rough for Niko’s sanity, he trembled like a leaf as he felt the knot in his stomach twist pleasurably. He was about to cum, and you were abusing every sensitive spot in his body while doing so.
“C- cumming… Please! Let me cum…a- ahh— ngh— aah~!” He choked on his own moans and words. His arms and legs wrapped around you whilst you worked your way around him. You pulled away your mouth for a second to speak,
“Then cum, you slut.”
Niko arched his back when you resumed sucking his nipples. His whole body moved in closer to your touch. Completely deprived from the pleasure he’s feeling.
His dick twitched on your hands, despite it being overstimulated, it still twitched and squirted out a monstrous amount of cum. The thin, white liquid tainting both your stomach. His tip released so much cum, his whole body fell limp.
You resumed your movements and touch but gentle now. Your mouth kissed his red and plump nipples gently. Whole your fingers massaged his insides slowly, and your other hand gently jerked him off through his high.
Niko moaned weakly when you pulled your fingers out of him. His whole body still felt the phantom feeling of your roughness, making his body still lightly twitch and limp from the overstimulation. You brought two fingers to your mouth, licking his juices while holding eye contact with him.
He looked at you with wide eyes and a burning red face, he also opened his mouth to you. You finished licking your fingers and bought it to his mouth, shoving all four fingers in his mouth. He sucked his own juices and your saliva as if he was a thirsty slut. He moaned while he did so, his own noises getting muffled by your digits. You pulled your fingers away from his plump lips,
You kissed him gently, putting his clothes back on. Wiping his sweaty body with a handkerchief in your pocket.
“You good? Can you stand?” You asked him, looking at his spent body.
He only nodded, his mind was still fuzzy from pleasure and his throat felt sore from screaming so much. You chuckled when you noticed he couldn’t reply properly, helping him up.
When both of you got out the bathroom, there were half as much as people from earlier. The two of you were at it for so long, it was nearing closing time. Thankfully, no one noticed the bathroom were locked the whole night. Or else both of you would get caught.
You peered over Niko, who looked like a tired and lost kitten. You chuckled softly, how could a nerd from your class look this cute?
“Let me drive you home and buy you water.”
“O- okay…”
Rest assured he rode your cock/strap on the way home.
synopsis. when toji, the omega outcast of the zenin clan, is given to you, the leader of a rival clan, you consummate with him in a public mating ritual, showing the elders who exiled him just how perfectly breedable of an omega they had let go. wc. 4.0k
tags. top alpha! reader, bottom omega! toji. reader has a cock, toji has a pussy. public ritualistic mating, exhibitionism, breeding, knotting, rough vaginal sex, tit-fondling, dumbification, creampie, fingering, mating bites, huge cock, degradation & praise. talk of pregnancy and lactation. mentions of past abuse, degradation (not the sexy kind), prejudice against omegas. reader starts off sweet and ends up being a little mean. made up ritual & clan traditions.
a/n. the number of times i’ve rewritten this is astronomical. i hope you enjoy!
Toji knelt before the Moon on the steps of the sacred temple, waiting. Time and gravity pressed tender bruises into the bend of his knees, and fresh ache flowed into the soles of his feet. Tonight, he knew, would be the longest of nights.
There was no man worthy of such worship, he bitterly thought. And yet there he was, presented like a spoil of war to the leader of another clan, his hands bound together and pressed to the small of his back while his former clanmates howled throughout the night like unruly beasts.
But Toji wasn’t a spoil of war, was he? In fact, he was the opposite—a jest disguised as a gift to humiliate, to embarrass the recipent. An omega with the bulk of an alpha. How lowly.
He was certain that the alpha coming to the temple tonight to receive his gift would think the same. But regardless, he would own Toji—body and soul. He would sink his teeth into the glands of his neck and claim him as a slave, or he would ravage him for one night, muzzled and bound, before tossing him aside.
Toji didn’t want to think. Lately, thinking had done him no good. Thinking of the inevitable only served to paralyze him, made his knees buckle, made his lungs seize and choke on heavy breath, made his will weak and heart unsteady.
He squeezed his eyes shut, seeking solace from the fairness of the night and the Moon herself.
The drums had started a while ago.
Or—that was what it sounded like—the staff and torch of every man and warrior hammering against the softness of the earth, driving up sand and dust, what started as a cacophony of sounds gradually reconstructing into fire and rhythm and heartbeat.
They were calling for someone. Yearning for their echoing cry.
And the day it came, it might as well cue the apocalypse. It would be the end of Toji.
Except…
You were nothing like he had imagined.
“Omega,” a soft croon travelled from within the temple. Quiet, yet steady—low. Demanding his attention, his answering warble.
Toji resisted the urge to raise his head and answer, despite the sudden, terrifying need to bare his neck and whimper, to submit to the faceless alpha before him.
Toji had expected to be taken by force by a hand clamped onto his sensitive nape, scruffing him like all filthy omegas deserved to be held, dragged up the stairs against his will and thrown into the temple.
Not the gentle guidance of a curled finger lifting his chin… to meet the most brilliant pair of golden eyes he had ever seen.
“I was calling for you,” you murmured. Soft. Forgiving. So unlike every alpha he’d ever seen. “Why haven’t you answered my call, omega?”
Toji couldn’t breathe.
A mocking sneer came from behind, a full body shudder immediately surging its way into his bones, halting the sense of comfort that your unexpected… mercy? kindness? provided him.
“I see you’re examining our gift to you, Chief.”
You only smiled kindly.
“How kind of you to bring me a gift, Naobito.” You paused, gazing down at Toji, before resting a hand on his cheek, watching as he couldn’t help but nuzzle into the cup of your palm, clearly starved for gentle touch.
“Well? How do you like it, Chief?”
“He’s certainly… extravagant.”
Toji couldn’t keep the scowl off his face even if he tried—he could tell you were lying. There was nothing extravagant about him, with his scarred skin and thick bulk that made him unseemly of an omega, the picture of crass and shame.
You tilted your head in confusion at the sudden sour dip in his sweet scent, the strange stillness in his body language. “What’s wrong? Did you not like the term I used, omega?” You had meant it with every fibre of your being. The omega was beautiful. Extravagant, like you said—a jewel blessed by the moon.
Toji frowned harder, keeping his mouth shut despite his displeasure. He had learned to do so the hard way for far too many times—the scar slashing across his face was solid proof of that. There wasn’t any room for an omega to butt in when any alpha was speaking—much less the pack alpha himself.
“Extravagant is one way to word it,” Naobito sniggered, “though I’d suggest we use the term low-bred.”
Toji was indifferent at this point, used to having nasty insults hurled at him to berate him for the impropriety of his body, but what took him by surprise was how tense you had gotten from one single word of the other alpha, his instincts immediately sending out warning signals to soothe and pacify, not in fear of your anger but in distinct worry for your well-being.
“Low-bred,” you repeated, “you say?”
“Yes,” the old pack alpha affirmed. “Low-bred is right. Only a low-bred omega would ever dare to betray the fate the Moon goddess has ordained for him and turn himself into the beast that he truly is.”
“And pray tell, has the Moon goddess herself granted you the authority to define a creature of her creation with such an undignified term?”
Naobito raised his eyebrows, undaunted by your sharp tongue—years of experience had given him the composure of an old fox.
His lips stretched into a smile, revealing a pair of grotesque yellow fangs. “The Chief has peculiar tastes.”
“The Chief,” you smiled contemptuously, “worships the Moon goddess with respect, as does the rest of our clan, unlike certain dissemblers.”
Naobito growled.
Faith and religion were sensitive waters to tread into for any clan.
The head priest coughed awkwardly, breaking the uneasy silence.
“It is time, my liege. The hour that the Moon favours has come.”
You gazed down at the omega, still bound on his knees, jaw cradled in your palm, now slightly more relaxed—how many hours had it been since he had been forced to kneel and pray?
“What is your name, favoured one?”
Toji glanced up at you, dark blue boring into golden.
“Fushiguro,” he said. “Fushiguro Toji.”
You hummed. How interesting. “Not Zenin?”
“No,” Toji muttered lowly. “I am… pariah. An outcast. I am not one of them.” He nearly spat the last part out, something akin to manic glee in his eyes.
“Pariah,” the foreign word rolled off your tongue like silk. “What a pretty name for something they detest so much.” You stroked his hair almost lovingly. “But not for long, Toji. Tonight, as the goddess favours it, you will be mine.”
Toji shivered involuntarily, this time not in fear as he had priorly with Naobito, but an unexpected, all-consuming feeling of heat shooting straight into his lower belly. At that moment, he recognized just how dangerous of an alpha you were, to have an omega like him—one that repulsed alphas with the entirety of his being—wanting to get on his knees for you and have you take him mercilessly, right here right then, pheromones dripping out uncontrollably like peach syrup and golden honey, flooding the air like a dammed up river unleashed.
“Unbind him, Suguru,” you ordered, and Toji whined in arousal. “No omega of mine will ever be leashed.”
Mine, the alpha says. Toji’s heart fluttered despite himself. I will become his omega, like it was written in the fucking stars. What the hell?
Was this what it felt like to freely belong?
Toji was then helped to his feet, his hands swiftly untied, a flask where a sweet-smelling liquid was fed to his lips. He tensed, wary, but your steady gaze boring into his almost immediately rid him of any suspicions.
“Drink,” the head priest—Suguru, offered kindly. “You must be parched. It is water from the sacred fountain.”
A blessing of fertility, he registered, his breath hitching. One that would induce a heat so potent that would make conception simply inevitable. There was no going back from this. By the end of the night, he was to be taken and bred by you before the waxing gibbous Moon, your seed flowing into his womb—and by sunrise, he would be pregnant with your pups.
Toji closed his eyes, nodding once and opening his mouth, allowing the sweet fluid to slake his dried throat, before the flask was taken away from him, a silk cloth pressed to his lips to clean him.
There was a very specific order to these things.
“Favoured one,” Suguru said. “The Chief waits for you.”
You had disappeared up the stairs and onto the altar while he was distracted, leaving behind a thick trail of your scent. Toji followed it blindly, desperately, heat burning an electric path down his spine and spilling heavily into his nether regions, a slow whine ushered out from his parted lips.
He stood at the entrance on wobbly legs and took you in. “Alpha,” he allowed himself to pant out, for the first time of the night. “A-alpha, where…”
You were beautiful and bare under the moonlight. All of you was soon to be his, just as he would be yours.
“Come, my omega,” you gently shushed the omega’s unsure warbling, patting your lap and smiling at him. “Let us forget everything around us. Tonight, there is only me and you, and the goddess, who will watch me fuck you on my cock until you are swollen and pregnant with the fruit of her blessing.”
Toji could feel his omega purring, giddy from your promises, a slickness trickling down his thighs, evident through the sheer fabric of his robe. He trudged over to where you were sitting, shakily positioning himself on your warm lap. His knees bracketed your hips, resting comfortably on the soft material of the furs and bedding laid all over the ground, the perfect cocoon for lovemaking all night.
You were cooing at him. Pressing tender kisses to the pulse of his wrists, soothing at the abrasions the ropes had left behind like he was something precious, something to be treasured.
Toji had previously thought he was not going to survive the night, but now, he only wished the night would last forever.
“What are you thinking, my sweet?” you crooned at him.
The omega flushed prettily, glancing down at his slick-dampened robes. “My clothes,” he whispered. “They are uncomfortable, alpha.”
You regarded him with a playful tone. “Is that so?” you responded.
Toji nodded, a pout forming on his lips—something he would have never done in the presence of another. You made it hard for him to act normal. You were the strangest alpha he had ever met.
Trepidation began to build when you remained silent for a few moments.
The disrobement was often violent. That was what he had seen happen to other omegas in his clan, more often than not with an alpha that they had never seen before prior to that night. Stripped bare of their dignity, and forced to submit and take whatever they were given.
“May I?” was a question that Toji would have never even considered to hear.
He nodded then, almost desperately, as you chuckled and pried his white robe fully apart, fully unveiling his body for the first time to the cold of the night.
“You are so wet,” you commented, one finger brushing up the entrance of his pussy, gathering slick before lightly pushing at his clit, making him shudder and cry out. “I doubt we will be needing any extra lubricant.”
“No,” Toji agreed. Fuck, he needed you inside of him, this instant. You were far too patient for an alpha, far too gentle, far too kind. He leaned back and spread his legs, revealing his sopping cunt, hoping to entice you into taking him.
Your eyes darkened, zeroing in onto his soaked folds, spread out like a flower of the flesh.
“Alpha,” he whined, the heat making it hard to speak coherently, “I’m ready. I-I need you.”
You sneered. “Pretty omega needs an alpha to breed him? Plug his pussy full of seed until he is heavy with pups?”
“N-not just any alpha,” Toji panted. “I want you. Only you. Your pups, alpha.”
You held back a whimper at his words and the sight of his cunt clenching needily combined, wanting nothing more than to fulfil your promise and fuck him into the nest until the omega was seeing stars, helplessly clinging onto your shoulders and screaming your name with every thrust.
But you also knew that it was far too early for that. You wanted to take your time with him. Savour him. Let him understand that he wasn’t just a toy for your pleasure tonight, but everything and more.
“Not now, Toji,” you muttered softly, stroking his cheek, and sighed in dismay when the omega began to tear up, evidently consumed by his heat and seeing your words as a form of rejection. “Please, don’t cry.”
“Y-you do not want me,” he gasped out wetly, “You are just like the rest of them. You do not see me as an omega, do you? You think—” he paused, before frowning and accusing, “you think I am low-bred.”
Rage flickered in your gaze, and Toji could feel another wave of slick pouring out of his aroused cunt, baring his neck with a soft whimper to appease you.
“Never say that about yourself again,” you snarled. “Or else I’ll just have to show you exactly how well-bred of an omega you are.”
“But you stopped.” Toji huffed. “Why did you stop? Am I not enough for you?”
You could feel your frustration boiling over. “If you still think that this is not enough, look at me.” Your cock stood proudly between your thighs, heavy and girthy with the flushed head dripping with arousal, the base starting to swell with knot. “Do you not see what you have done to me, omega?”
Toji bit back a whine. Fuck. That huge thing was going to split his cunt apart, and he couldn’t wait.
“Then what.”
“I want you to show me,” you challenged, resting back against the pile of soft furs. “Show me what you can do, omega. Fuck those pretty fingers into your little pussy and get yourself ready for my cock.”
Toji whimpered. His fingers weren’t small, but your cock was way, way larger. It would take at least four of them to properly stretch himself out, and goddess, was he impatient. Biting his lip, he inserted the first two fingers with ease, the abundance of slick making the glide smooth, wet and easy, waiting until he had them pushed almost all the way in before he started to slowly scissor them, panting softly at the movement.
“So hot, Toji,” you purred. “Keep going, pretty. Show me you’re worthy of taking my knot. My pups. The perfect omega for me to breed.”
The sight before you was a piece of heaven itself. The omega was struggling to fit the third finger in, even with how much he was slicking up—what an arrogant little thing, offering to take your knot when he could barely fit a few fingers into his tight virgin hole.
“Alpha,” Toji panted, starting to rock his hips down onto his fingers, clumsy and inexperienced but nonetheless the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. “I-I’m… almost… there…!”
“You are doing so good,” you cooed. “Just a little more, baby.” You were seconds away from grabbing your cock and jerking yourself off to completion, but how could you ever, when the prettiest, slickest pussy you had ever seen was right in front of you, waiting to be bred with your cum?
Toji hissed out victoriously as he pushed the fourth finger in alongside the rest inside the wet mess of his cunt, stretching it out almost obscenely. He glanced at you expectantly, a smug smile on his face as though he were expecting a reward.
“Well? Am I worthy of your knot now, alpha?” he sneered.
What he didn’t expect was how quickly you manhandled him onto his hands and knees, making him arch his back until he was properly presenting himself to you, his pussy fully facing you, gaping widely and dripping with sweet-smelling slick for the taking.
He gasped and whined, sensitive cunt clenching as you blew air over it, dutifully admiring the efforts your omega made in preparing himself for you.
“Good omega,” you crooned, pressing a tender kiss to the hood of his clit, making him shiver. “You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen.”
Toji wasn’t sure why he chose that moment to rebel, even with the sweltering heat and arousal clouding his consciousness. “Liar,” he whispered.
You growled, rocking your hips forward harshly, the girth of your cock rutting against the crevice of his wet pussy, the sudden stimulation making him cry out.
“Look at me,” you growled out. “Look at me as I fuck my cock into you, and tell me I am a liar.”
Toji tilted his head to stare back at you, panting heavily.
You sneered. “I wish you could see yourself right now, because there is no way someone will see this—and hear this—and call you anything other than an omega bitch.”
Before Toji could even ask anything about what he was supposed to be hearing—
You had positioned yourself and rammed your cock into his cunt in one smooth go, and Toji screamed.
“Fuck,” he wailed loudly as he came, whimpering as you thrust right back in, rough hands grabbing carelessly at the thick of his hips, slamming him back onto your cock whenever he tried to crawl away from the oversensitivity. There were sure to be countless bruises by the time morning came—if it ever did, with the way you were fucking him so ruthlessly into the nest, taking away his every breath.
“Alpha, puh-please!” he begged, tears of pleasure filling his eyes, his instincts going haywire with the only coherent thought being to let himself be bred, to carry your pups like the good omega you told him he was. “W-want your babies, want them in me so f-fucking bad, please.”
“No,” you snarked, refusing to cum—a punishment, Toji knew, for the words he had negligently said, and the omega whimpered in frustration.
“Please!”
“No. Not until you admit what you are.”
“Alpha,” Toji cried out, frame shaking as he came again, slick leaking out of his pussy in messy slops with each slap of your hips against the reddened back of his thighs.
You growled. “Admit it.”
“A g-good omega,” Toji panted. “Yours.”
“What else is there?”
“P-prettiest thing you have ever- ever seen, alpha.”
You hummed your approval. It was impressive that he could still manage to string together words, despite how hard you were pounding into him from behind.
“I need an even better answer, baby.” You sneered, nipping meanly at his ear. “Something that sums up the above. Tell me. What’s a fertile and pretty omega like you good for a pack alpha like me?”
Toji whimpered. He knew the answer you wanted—it was right in front of him. A burst of elation filled him at the prospect, and he found himself growing even wetter, if that was possible.
“I’d be a good… a good breeding bitch for you,” he slurred. “And I’d let you fuck your knot into me anytime and anywhere you want, put a clan of pups into my s-stupid little cunt.”
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Fuck,” you cursed, letting out a breathless laugh. “You are really something, aren’t you.” And that old bastard had dared to insult him. Was he blind? Were they all blind?
You reached under Toji’s chest to cup his full breasts, squeezing and massaging them, making him jerk in your grip, cunt fluttering around your swollen cock with a wet sob.
“Even your tits are perfect,” you jibed on, “They would look so good, swollen and heavy with milk to feed the pups I am going to put in your belly. Is there a single part of your body that isn’t breedable, Toji?”
Toji mindlessly shook his head, whimpers and moans fucked out of him with each snap of your hips, his eyes hazy and unfocused as you pumped your cock into him, threatening to breach his womb with how deep and hard your thrusts were. “N-no,” he whined, “I’d let you fuck my t-tits, alpha. Get them fat and full too, like how you’re going to make my t-tummy.”
You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh at that. Your pretty thing really was gone, wasn’t he. To think he had been so shy and guarded just a few moments ago. He was truly unrecognizable now—his low, threatening voice turning into high-pitched moans, the scowl on his face wiped off and replaced with a look of pure ecstasy.
“Naobito!” you growled out, a deranged grin on your face. “Is this the omega you were calling low-bred? The one you were berating for his appearance?”
There was a flush on the elder’s face as he quickly hid it—either from embarrassment or from the fact that he, too, had reached a shaky hand into his robes to relieve himself, much like the rest.
“Why,” you drawled, pushing Toji up so that his back was pressed flush to your chest, exposing his limp, fucked-out body to the crowd, “You lot seem to be enjoying it as much as I am. It is a shame that you will never have him, for the ways you have treated him.”
Tonight, and for the rest of the days forever, Toji would be yours.
With a snarl, you sunk your teeth fully into your omega’s neck as Toji let out a warbling cry, head tilting back to allow you full access to his nape as you thrusted upwards once more into his trembling body, just enough to pop the swell of your knot into his tight cunt, properly stuffing him and locking the two of you together.
“I feel so full,” Toji mumbled as you pulled back to shift the two of you into a position that would allow the warm cum to slowly flow into his womb. “Feel you—right here, alpha.” He rubbed at his tummy, over the slight distension caused by the thickness of your knot.
You had to hold yourself back from biting him again.
“Yeah? Feels good, right?” you cooed, kissing the wound on his neck, one hand protectively cradling the belly of your new mate, as though he were already swollen with pup. Toji nodded sleepily, resting against your shoulder and letting out soft little trills, one hand joining yours to rest on his stomach.
The ritual was over, but the Zenins were still in your territory. If it were up to you, you would have their hands and tongues cut off for the vile things they have done and said to Toji.
But this wasn’t your decision to make.
“Luna,” you murmured softly to your mate. “My sweet Luna.”
Toji blinked in confusion at the strange term of endearment, before his eyes widened with realisation.
You gestured to his former clan, now encircled by warriors of your own, the stench of fear and bloodthirst weighing heavy in the air like a thick fog.
“They await your orders, Toji.”
The crazed glint in your omega’s eyes had never been more telling.
Warning: NTR, Overstimulation, Noncon, spanking, crying, no lubed, cheating, PWP, fingers on mouth, nipple play. Neglected reader. Based on manga named "I fucked your wife till morning"
“Stay safe, honey,”
you spoke softly as you watched your husband leave for work.
“Hmm,” he replied without emotion, closing the door behind him.
Your heart ached the moment it clicked shut.
It had been three years since he last showed you affection–three years without real conversations or sex.
At first, you thought it was just work stress. But even if he was tired, he could’ve still come to you. You would’ve let him use you to relieve his stress. You would’ve done it again and again, just for him.
You looked down and quietly made your way to the living room to start cleaning.
You missed feeling loved. Missed being wanted. He never used to be like this. Even before marriage, he was affectionate, sweet, and had a high sex drive. Now, he barely looks at you. He treats you like a maid.
‘What did I do wrong?’ you thought.
You always did your part–woke him up with breakfast ready, said yes to whatever he asked, and gave him consent whenever he was in the mood.
So why? Did he get bored of you?
You sighed after finishing the living room. It was already afternoon. Time to cook lunch.
A ring from the doorbell caught your attention.
You walked over and gently opened the door.
Standing there was your old college friend with benefits, Sukuna.
He smirked, red eyes looking down at you. “Hey Y/N, long time no see.”
You frowned and folded your arms. “Hello. Why are you here?”
Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “Not inviting me in?”
You sighed and stepped aside. He walked in, closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes while watching you walk ahead.
You grumbled as you opened the fridge. “State your business.”
Sukuna chuckled, his thoughts drifting. ‘Fuck, I missed that cocky mouth.’
“Your husband asked me to pick up the folders he forgot.”
You blinked, glancing over your shoulder as you set the vegetables down in the sink. ‘Right, I forgot he works for our company.’
You gave a small nod and walked toward your husband's office. On the desk was a brown envelope. ‘This must be it.’
You picked it up and carefully handed it to Sukuna, who was still staring at you with that same hungry gaze… like before.
“Here,” you said, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense stare.
You turned your back. “If you’re done, then get ou–”
You didn’t get to finish when you suddenly felt his hand squeeze your ass.
“What the!” you shouted, quickly stepping back. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
Sukuna chuckled. “What? You used to like that before.”
You glared at him. “That was before. I have a husband now!”
Sukuna stepped closer, his large frame towering over you. You swallowed hard, feeling a little intimidated.
He leaned in, his voice low as he whispered, “You look neglected... like a wilted flower.”
Both of his hands grabbed your ass again, and he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Let me water you. Spray you with something again?” he whispered with a smirk.
You let out a soft gasp. This—this was what you’d been craving.To be touched again. To be wanted.
But not by him by your husband. ‘No, my husband I can’t…’
You pushed against Sukuna’s muscular chest, looking down to hide your flushed face.
“Please respect me and my husband's relationship,” you said quietly. “I can get you fired.”
Sukuna slowly backed away, still grinning as he watched your reaction. “I wouldn’t mind risking it to fuck you.”
You clenched your pants tightly, your body betraying you.
He left, walking out of your home,but not without a plan in his mind.
He had left you hot, needy just like before.
You put a hand over your crotch.
‘Fuck… I need to stroke it.’
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The very next day, your husband left quietly again as if you didn’t exist.
And that day, Sukuna came back. He wore a tight-fitted button-up shirt with a black necktie, showing off his muscles, paired with fitted black pants. It looked so tight, it almost seemed like he had a third leg.
You gulped and were about to close the door, but his hand stopped it.
Sukuna easily pushed the door open and slowly stepped inside. “Relax. I’m just here to grab something again,” he said casually.
Your eyes narrowed. “You’re not here to touch me? Because I swear, I’ll get you fired.”
You turned and walked into the living room, letting him in.
Sukuna took off his shoes and entered, his eyes fixed on your backside. He licked his lips, a slow smirk forming.
“Like your husband would care.”
“Wha–” Before you could finish, you felt him touch your nipples through your clothes.
“Ng–what the, Sukuna!” you gasped, biting your lip as he teased your sensitive nipples, twisting them playfully.
“Haa… ngh…” Your legs felt weak just from the stimulation. After three years of celibacy, your body has become far too sensitive.
Sukuna didn’t respond, he was too focused on corrupting you all over again.
You gripped his hands as he continued playing with your chest. “P–please, stop… S-Sukuna! My husband…!”
Sukuna tilted his head and spoke calmly, “He’s overworked today. You know that, right?”
You whimpered, your resistance fading. You grabbed his hand and pressed it over your mouth to muffle your moans. “Nhm~ mhmp!”
Sukuna chuckled as he remembered your wedding –the wedding where his co-workers were also invited by their boss. “Man, that wedding was hilarious. To think you were getting married? Seeing you wear a white suit to a wedding when back in college...”
He leaned close to your ear. “You were my fuck toy.”
You immediately shot back, “That’s because you took advantage of my drunken state! Ah!”
Sukuna lifted your shirt off. You felt tears forming in your eyes–was it from fear? Or excitement? “No!”
Sukuna continued to play with your perky nipples. “I really missed these nips!”
He recalled the day he first fucked you. “At first, I just saw your nipples when you lifted your shirt while you were drunk. There was no way I could stop myself that day after seeing these cuties,” he smirked, licking your neck, making you shiver from the warmth of his breath and the coldness of his saliva.
Your mouth trembled. ‘That’s right, this man stole my virginity that night.’
Suddenly, Sukuna went under your arms to suck your nipples.
“Ahn! Hmm~♡” you whined like a slut.
Sukuna nibbled on them while speaking. “I still think about these while masturbating. I miss fucking you.”
Your brows furrowed as you felt him pull your pants down and touch your boxers.
‘Stop…’ You felt your body tingle and grow needy. It was so hot you grabbed him even more, even though it felt wrong. ‘What’s with this feeling?’
Sukuna pulled your boxers down, his gaze never leaving your face. “You were a cute pet who’d changed his style to my taste.”
Your body trembled as his tongue licked your cheek. ‘Stop, don’t make me remember’
Sukuna felt something wet down your shaft as he touched it. “Oh?”
He looked down, seeing your dick twitch already hard and leaking pre cum. “I only mentioned the past, and you’re already leaking pre? HAHAHA!what a fucking whore.”
Your nipples twitched from the cold air while your body trembled against him. “N-no,” you shook your head as you felt the familiar tip grinding on your hole.
“I’m his husband now! I’m not your–”
THRUST!!!
“Ahn!!” Your mouth opened wide, tongue out, as you felt a hard tip poke your prostate. It burns, but it also feels so fucking good.
“Haaa! So thick! Sukuna!” you said between breaths, trying to adjust to his size.
FWAP FWAP!!
Sukuna immediately thrust without caring that there was no lube used his precum covered for that.
He leaned close to your face with a wide smirk. “Squeeze your ass tight! Stick your tongue out!”
Like before, you obediently opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him to kiss you deeply.
“Mhm! Hmmp!” You moaned while he devoured your mouth.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt his dick fuck your prostate, hitting deeper inside your guts. Your legs shook, feeling vulnerable and already fucked. Every sensation felt like electricity, making you dumb on his dick.
You were about to lose yourself to the feeling of his dick when suddenly you remembered your husband’s face. ‘No! No!’
Sukuna somehow noticed you weren’t focused on him, so he thrust deeper and played with your dick.
FWAP FWAP FWAP!!
Your body shook as Sukuna pulled away from your mouth. “Ngh! Slow down! You’re too de-deep! My gu-guts!” you whimpered as you felt his fingers playing with your tip.
Suddenly, he pushed you to the ground, and your phone fell in front of you.
Your head rested on the floor while your ass raised up. He kept thrusting so fast you felt like you were going to cum.
Your body trembled, feeling his thick dick filling you up.“Cum-cumming! Ku-kuna ngh!” you gasped.
He ignored you and kept thrusting.
“Cumming♡♡!!” you cried out, arching your back. Your eyes rolled back, your tongue out, drool leaking onto the floor.
Sukuna’s thrusts didn’t stop, he kept going brutally.
You tapped the floor helplessly, moaning and crying, tears running down your cheeks.“No…kuna…so de-deep. Eek!!”
PLOP PLOP FWAP!!
Sukuna grinned as he looked at your body. “Don’t try to build a home when you’re just a fuck toy.”
He pulled your head back, making you arch, your ass grinding deeper into him.
‘Hurts! So harsh!’ Your head leaned back, tongue still out, crying from the mix of pain and pleasure.
Sukuna looked down at your pathetic state.“Aren’t you embarrassed?”
You nodded, completely dumb like he had made you before. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!♡ Ahhhn!”
Sukuna let go of your hair and slapped your ass, spanking it red.
You squeaked from the sting “Eek! Noo!”
Sukuna watched his fat cock disappear as your ass swallowed it whole. ‘So tight. Still hasn’t changed. Still so fucking good!’
He grunted, feeling himself about to cum.
FWOP FWOP!!
“Mhm! Ngh~ ahhn! Hugna!!” You whined, drool staining your hair. Your tears ruined your face –ruining yourself again for him.
Sukuna clicked his tongue as he pushed his fingers inside your mouth.
“Mhngh!” You shuddered, swallowing and licking his three fingers as he played with your tongue.
Your eyes saw a message notification from your phone, coming from your husband. You closed your eyes tightly.
“Cummingh!” Your moans were muffled because of his fingers. Your body twitched again as you came, your dick spurting semen and staining the floor.
“Fuck… I’m cumming!” Sukuna grunted as he felt you tighten more around his thick cock, twitching inside you as he came.
Sukuna pulled out his now soft cock– watching his semen come out your hole like before. He smirked as he stood up, putting on his pants again “Make sure to change your style like before. And get lubed up tomorrow”
He left your body trembling and messy.
You felt the familiar warm, thick, and slimy feeling inside you. Trailing down your thighs.
‘I’m sorry, darling. I’ll revert back to being his slut♡’
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“I’m home.”
Your husband grunted as he closed the door. His eyes widened at what he saw.
“You changed your style? You look good”
His gaze traveled over your body. You used to wear baggy clothes, but now you wore tight, revealing ones. You even changed your hair and were wearing makeup.
Oh si...ehh mis pedidos están totalmente abiertos, obscenidad, cosas dulces o fetiches cualquier cosa puedes pedirme, de cualquier personaje que desees, solo déjame tu solicitud en comentarios o en mi buzón y el fandom del cual es este, por si no lo conozco puedo buscarlo!
Yuta's plan unfolded the next afternoon, his body thrumming with anticipation as he cornered Y/N in the living room. The older boy was stretching after a workout, sweat glistening on his broad shoulders, muscles flexing under his tank top. Yuta's plump cunt already ached at the sight, juices seeping into his panties as he imagined those strong hands on him. He fidgeted, crossing his legs to hide the growing wetness, then blurted it out with wide, pleading eyes. "Oni-chan, my… my pussy's itching so bad. It won't stop. Can you help me check it? Please?"
Y/N froze mid-stretch, face flushing red as he straightened up. "What? Yuta, that's… you can't just say stuff like that. It's probably just adolescence messing with you—hormones or something. Go see a doctor if it's really bothering you." He turned away, grabbing a water bottle to avoid his stepbrother's gaze, but Yuta stepped closer, grabbing Y/N's arm with both hands. His lower lip quivered, eyes glistening like he might cry, voice small and cute. "But Oni-chan, it hurts. You're the only one I trust. Just look? Please?"
With a heavy sigh, Y/N relented, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine, but this is weird. Sit down and… show me, I guess. If it's bad, we get help." Yuta's heart raced as he tugged down his shorts and panties in one swift motion, spreading his legs on the couch. His juicy cunt lips puffed out, slick and pink, clit peeking swollen from the hood. The air hit his wetness, making him shiver, but he kept his expression innocent, biting his lip cutely.
Y/N knelt awkwardly, eyes widening at the sight of Yuta's exposed folds, so plump and dripping. "Uh… okay, where's the itch?" Yuta pointed vaguely, "Everywhere… inside, mostly." whispered Yuta as he tried not to drool by the sight of Y/N's veiny and manly arms and hands. Hesitant, Y/N extended a thick finger, the tip brushing Yuta's entrance. The contact was electric—Yuta's walls clenched instantly, a gush of slick coating the digit as pleasure spiked through him. He gasped, hips bucking forward, and came hard right there, cunt spasming around just the tip, juices squirting lightly onto Y/N's hand.
Y/N jerked back slightly, startled. "Whoa, did that hurt? Or… feel better?" Yuta panted, face flushed but nodding eagerly. "Y-yeah, a little. Keep going? Deeper?" Thinking it was relief from the 'itch,' Y/N nodded, sliding his long finger fully inside the tight, velvety heat. Yuta's pussy gripped him like a vice, sucking him in as he pumped slowly, checking every inch. "Mmm....! ngh..." moaned Yuta softly, disguising it as discomfort, but his body betrayed him—another orgasm crashed over him quickly, walls fluttering wildly, milking Y/N's finger as cream leaked out.
"Still itching?" Y/N asked, voice strained, his own cock twitching in his shorts from the obscene wetness sounds. Yuta shook his head no, then yes, playing it up with puppy eyes. "More… please, Oni-chan." Y/N added a second finger, stretching Yuta's hole wider, thrusting deeper to 'relieve' the supposed irritation while insisting himself that he is just helping his little bro. Yuta rode the fingers shamelessly, grinding down, his heavy breasts heaving with each breath. He came twice more—once from the curl against his inner walls, gushing around the knuckles, and again when Y/N's thumb accidentally grazed his clit, sending him into shudders, pussy clenching rhythmically.
Finally, after Yuta's fourth climax left him trembling and soaked, Y/N pulled out, fingers glistening with thick arousal. "Think that's got it? No more itch?" Yuta nodded weakly, pulling up his clothes with a shy smile. "Thanks, Oni-chan. You're the best." Y/N stood, adjusting himself discreetly as he hid his own arousal, chalking it up to teen stuff, oblivious to the triumphant glee in Yuta's eyes.
The Porn Setup
That evening, Yuta escalated his scheme, bouncing into Y/N's room with a laptop under his arm. "Oni-chan, let's watch a movie! I found this scary one online—super intense. Please?" Y/N, lounging on his bed, shrugged agreeably. "Sure, why not. As long as it's not too lame." Yuta settled beside him, closer than necessary, their thighs touching as he hit play. He feigned ignorance, selecting a film that started innocent but veered into explicit territory—hardcore scenes of rough fucking, moans filling the speakers.
As the first sex scene hit, a woman on screen getting railed by two men, Yuta gasped dramatically. "Whoa, what's this? I didn't know it had… adult parts." Y/N shifted uncomfortably, cock stirring at the raw action—cocks slamming into wet pussies, cum splattering—but he didn't pause it. "Uh, yeah, sometimes movies sneak that in. We can stop if you want." Yuta shook his head, pressing against Y/N's side, his own cunt throbbing anew. "No, it's okay. Educational, right? Keep watching."
They sat through it, the screen showing blowjobs, ass-fucking, gangbangs with multiple loads dumped inside. Yuta squirmed, pretending fascination while his nipples hardened, milk beading under his shirt. Y/N's breathing grew heavier, erection tenting his pants, but he stayed silent, eyes glued to the thrusting hips and squirting orgasms. By the end, Yuta's plan was set—the images burned into Y/N's mind, priming him for the night.
Midnight Intrusion
Later, after begging his way into Y/N's bed with another 'nightmare' tale and teary eyes, Yuta curled against his stepbrother's warmth. Y/N, exhausted from the day, drifted off quickly, arm slung over Yuta's waist. But the porn lingered in his subconscious, twisting into a wet dream. Half-asleep, Y/N's cock hardened, thick and long, pressing against Yuta's jiggly ass through their thin clothes.
Yuta felt it first—the hot length nudging his cheeks—and held his breath, excitement flooding him. Y/N mumbled in his sleep, hips shifting instinctively. His hand tugged at Yuta's shorts, sliding them down just enough, then freed his own cock from his boxers. The blunt head prodded Yuta's slick entrance, still sensitive from earlier, and slipped inside with a wet pop—Yuta's pussy so eager it swallowed half the shaft in one go.
Yuta bit his lip to stay quiet at first, but joy overwhelmed him as Y/N thrust shallowly in his dream, cock pumping in and out of the tight cunt. Yes, Oni-chan! fuck me!!, Yuta thought, overjoyed, his walls clenching greedily. He couldn't hold back—moans spilled out, loud and lewd, as the first orgasm hit him hard, pussy squirting around the invading dick, soaking Y/N's balls. "HAh..Haa! mMm NgH! D-deepEr... HaRder! ONIII-CHANNN"!
Y/N groaned in half-sleep, thrusts deepening, slamming his full length into Yuta's juicy hole. The bed creaked with each unconscious rut, Y/N's hips snapping forward, balls slapping against Yuta's ass. Yuta came again, louder this time, crying out "Oniiii-Channn!!!" as his body shook, cunt milking the cock desperately. Milk leaked from his heavy breasts, nipples rubbing against the sheets, adding to the slick mess.
Y/N's pace quickened despite being confused between dream and reality, grunting as he chased release. Yuta wrapped a leg back, angling deeper, and exploded into a third climax, walls fluttering wildly, "YES! Breed Your Slutty Brother, Oni-Chan!! Hah.... soooo Good..." voice breaking into sobs of pleasure. Finally, Y/N tensed, burying himself to the hilt and cumming—hot spurts flooding Yuta's pussy, filling him with thick seed that overflowed, dripping down his thighs.
Yuta came one last time from the sensation, intense and prolonged, his whole body quivering as he clamped down, trapping every drop inside. Y/N stilled, slipping out in his sleep, cock softening as he rolled away slightly. Yuta lay there, panting, cum leaking from his stretched cunt, overjoyed beyond words. Mine now~, he thought, snuggling back into Y/N's strong arms, already plotting how to make this real.
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Cn you make Sub Ikki Niko from blue lock? ive never requested anything from an creator before so idrk if im doing this right lol
FIRST SHOT
Niko knew the consequences of partying. But what he didn’t know was the pleasure it can bring.
Sub! Ikko Niko x Dom! GN! Reader
CW: aged up characters (college au), reader is a bully x loser nerd virgin niko yes, reader can be any gender, mentions of anal sex and strap on, degradation, semi public sex, rimming, cum eating, fingering, slight fisting, nipple play, masturbation, slight oral, dacryphilia (ofc), alcohol consumption, unrealistic parties lol, let’s pretend you can’t puke when ure drunk bcs dats nasty, idk what else to warn
DNI MINORS. Any gender can interact. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors.
A/N: i’ve been into bully reader lately, so i just had to do this w a loser like niko lol. also i hope i fulfilled ur req anon, hope u like it <3!
Niko felt absolutely stupid. He hated partying, but he also wanted to make friends. So when he found out most students in his university loves partying, he suddenly found himself standing in front of a party bar. His heart thumping loudly while he entered the bar.
The smell of alcohol lingered around the whole place, enough to make Niko nauseous from the smell alone.
He wandered around the place, a light beer in his hands— trying to find at least one person that he could chat with. Hell, he wasn’t even drinking the beer he had, he just didn’t want to look lost in a middle of a bar.
Honestly, he was on the brink of giving up. Maybe partying wasn’t for him. But when he was about to head out—
“Holy shit, is that Niko?”
Niko’s eyes widened, when he heard the familiar voice. It was you— a popular figure on your university. Of course, out of all places he can come across you it had to be a bar. You were quite known for teasing nerds and losers in your university.
And Niko knew he was the absolute epitome of loser and nerd.
So right now, he didn’t even know how he ended up drinking cups of alcohol he lost count of. A crowd gathered up around him, cheering him on and hyping him up to finish the stack of cups in front of him.
He chugged another cup, each and every cup he took has an alcohol that became stronger and stronger. And as he kept on drinking, the more drunk he got. There were three left, but his tolerance couldn’t take it anymore. His whole body became weak to even stand properly.
But a hand held his hair, forcing him to stand up. The person who got him to do this drinking challenge—
“[n- name]…” Niko winced in pain, clutching the end of the table while you pulled on his hair.
“Come on, Niko… You don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of everyone, right?” You took the third cup, bringing it up to his fluffy lips that trembled.
“Drink.” He shakily opened his lips. You got impatient with how slow he opened his mouth— you tugged on his hair harder and pulled his head until it tilted upwards as he opened his mouth in pain, then forcing the cup to his lips. You leaned in his ear to whisper something only the of you could hear,
“Make sure to drink everything— or else I’m embarrassing you in front of everyone.” Niko nodded frantically in panic, too afraid to ruin his whole college life.
You shoved the cup into his mouth, letting the alcohol fill his trembling mouth. At first, he tried to swallow as much as he can, until the last sip was bunched in his mouth. Niko couldn’t swallow anymore, too drunk and nauseous to drink further.
You tugged on his hair harder, then leaned to whisper into his ear. Your voice being the only thing that Niko hears despite the cheering crowd around you.
“Drink everything. Don’t be fucking useless.”
He immediately complied, swallowing as much as he can inside his mouth. In Niko’s mind, he thought he emptied his mouth good, but in reality he didn’t swallow well. So when he stuck his whole tongue out to show you he swallowed everything,
Your eyes widened when he suddenly turned to you with his tongue hung out. His saliva and alcohol dripping down like a smooth slick, landing on the table in front of him. You were more than shocked at the sight,
Because the sight in front of you looked rather sexual than pathetic, the one you wanted him to look like. But looking now at how he panted heavily while sticking his tongue out, his legs trembling to keep him standing and tears visible through his bangs that sticked to his forehead due to sweat.
Shit, your groin felt tight. You didn’t know if it was because of the amount of alcohol you also consumed, but the sight made you highly aroused.
Niko shakily reached for the second cup, drinking it while struggling. The crowd cheered him on and laughed at him as he tried to drink the whole cup. He could only finish barely half the cup, placing down the halfway full cup then turning to you.
“[name]…-“ You could only hear your name being called, the rest of his words muffled because the crowd was too loud. You leaned into his ears to hear his words clearly,
“P- please— please, help me with my boner… I- I’ll help y- you with yours…”
Shit, you didn’t even notice you were getting highly aroused to the point there was a slightly visible wet patch on your crotch. You also forgot that Niko has great vision, or whatever that was called. He immediately noticed that patched. You also looked onto his crotch, seeing a more visible wet patch on his crotch and a tent in his pants.
You took the still halfway full cup and drunk the rest in it, leaving the strongest cup of alcohol left. You took it in your hand, while Niko trembled in nervousness. Knowing damn well he couldn’t drink the last cup whole. But suddenly,
“I don’t think this loser can drink anymore, I’m taking him to the bathroom to sober him up. I’m drinking the last one on behalf of him.”
You dragged him to the bathroom— your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to guide him tipsy to the bathroom. When you both reached the bathroom, you threw him by the sink, letting him upper body bend on the edge of the sink.
Niko whimpered, trying to recompose himself and his thoughts. His mind too hazy from the alcohol and his arousal. He heard you lock the door behind him, your footsteps heavy when you approached him bent over.
“You fucking slut, you probably wanted me to do you in front of everyone, huh?” Niko shook his head, his bangs swayed frantically as he tried to deny your words.
“N- no, I—“
“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His small boner bouncing out his pants and his leaking hole in display while he bent over and you kneeled between his cheeks.
Niko whimpered when he felt your hot breath hit the skin of his ass. Then, your warm lips started to kiss and suck his saggy balls, your teeth slightly scraping the sensitive skin.
He moaned loudly when you took his balls whole in your mouth, sucking on them rough and hard until it turned slightly red. Then you kissed down into his small length, easily sucking it whole by how small it was. Niko’s legs trembled as he screamed a moan with how hard you were sucking him off, his tip spurted out a thick liquid into your mouth.
You got up, your mouth filled with his sticky cum. Your hands going to his neck, wrapping around it tightly until his mouth opened from lack of air. You spitted his own secretions into his mouth. He still struggled to swallow, the salty taste of his cum and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol lingering his taste buds.
Your mouth kissed his cum-filled mouth, earning a moan from his while you pushed your the rest of cum into his throat with your tongue.
You pulled away then kissed his neck, down to his back, until your lips reached the smooth skin of his ass. Your hot breath fanning his hole as he whined with his heart beating out his chest.
Your salivating tongue licked the rim of his hole, Niko immediately moaned loudly. Thankfully, the music outside was too loud and people were drunk to even hear his insanely loud mouth.
Before your tongue could intrude his hole, his hand stopped you.
“W- wait…” Niko whined under his breath. You got up again and neared him, asking a “What?”. Your patience slightly running low, but deciding to listen nonetheless.
“Uhm…I don’t know how to— uhm…” Niko whispered, his face red and flustered of embarrassment.
“Is this…your first?” Niko nodded, looking away from pure embarrassment. You chuckled in responding, suddenly pulling on his hair and making him face the mirror. You pushed all his bangs away, revealing his teary teal eyes.
“Good. Watch yourself turn into a useless slut for the first time.”
He whined at the degrading words and the pain from your palm hitting the surface of his ass. He felt you spread his ass cheeks roughly and you kneeled behind him again.
“Don’t look away from your reflection, yeah?”
Your tongue pushed into his pulsing hole, pushing until your nose hit the crack of his ass and until your tongue couldn’t push further. The overwhelming new sensation of your tongue made his mind drive crazy, his head spinning from the pleasure and alcohol. He looked at his reflection, to his shock he was sticking his tongue out without even noticing. His teal eyes remained unfocused and dazed on himself as he slowly felt a small muscle in the mouth give him this much pleasure.
Your tongue pushed further, circling around his hole until it reached a certain bundle of nerves, his prostate. Niko’s eyes widened, a huge amount of pleasure washed in him. He already thought your tongue inside his ass was too much pleasure, but when your tongue hit a certain spot— he couldn’t fathom the amount of pleasure he has right now. He moaned louder than ever, his legs trembled as his dick squirted another round of thick cum.
“Found it.” Your tongue lapped around his ass one more time, your own saliva dripping down your chin and his hole dripped with his own slick and your saliva, dripping down onto his twitching dick.
You stood up, turning his shaking body around. His front now facing you and his back laid down onto the cold sink tile.
Your hand grabbed the hem of his shirt before removing it, rendering him completely naked. While you, you were still fully dressed. Niko whined, trying to also pull your shirt. But you slapped his hands away, earning a whimper from him. You pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles, taking his underwear before bunching it up to a ball. Shoving it into his mouth roughly.
“Sluts like you need to keep their loud mouth shut.” You slapped his thighs then his ass again and again until satisfied. Making sure his ass would look red later.
Niko moaned under the makeshift gag, arching his back against the cold surface of the sink. His moans became louder when your fingers rubbed his rim.
Without any warning, your fingers pushed inside. It was one at first, thrusting it slow and shallow. Your index finger feeling up his sticky, gummy walls. Your saliva from earlier becoming tacky.
When you deemed he was stretched enough, you added another finger. This time, your thrusts were faster than before. Niko moaned around your fingers, his legs trashed around while his toes curled from the increasing pleasure.
His loud noises were muffled by the underwear shoved in his mouth, making him struggle to speak. You pulled out the makeshift gag with your other hand while the other fingered his hole roughly. He shut his eyes closed from the pleasure he was feeling, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. As if greed was taking over him.
“M- more…”
Niko’s eyes shot open when he felt two more fingers get added. Four fingers in total started to thrust in him rougher and harder. Four of your fingers reaching knuckles down into his ass, hitting places he didn’t know can bring him pleasure.
He screamed whilst moaning when you pushed past your knuckles. His mind going crazy at how painful yet pleasurable your fisting was.
Your fist eased in him, then your mouth went to his nipples to distract him from the pain. Niko rolled his eyes back and his tongue hung out his mouth when your wet, warm tongue lapped around the sensitive buds of his nipple.
You sucked on it, bit on it, and pulled the buds with your teeth while you fisted his hole then pulled out completely. Your four fingers going back in him and thrusting faster, harder, and roughly. He moaned and writhed under you, the pain and pleasure all mixing into one.
His nipples felt extremely sensitive by your mouth and his hole was spent by one of your hand. He thought the pleasure he could receive has reached its maximum.
But your free hand reached for his limp dick. He released a shocked and loud moan, feeling your calloused hand jerk him off fast and hard as your thrusts did.
Your mouth kept playing with his nipples, taking turns on each side. Biting and sucking on it, making sure both was getting the same amount of pleasure and pain. While four of your fingers dug knuckles deep in him, thrusting as hard and fast as you can. Reaching for his prostate and abusing the hell out of it.
All the pleasure he felt was uncontrollable, your movements were fast and unforgiving. Rendering him weak and sensitive under your touch. He couldn’t stop you anymore from playing with his body.
He laid below you, writhing and moaning out your name like a chant. His back arched perfectly, his body screamed submission. Vulnerable under you, his exposed teal eyes crossed and rolling behind his head out of pleasure while tears flowed out his eyes. His tongue still lolled out his mouth while he made noises like a dog. The pleasure he’s receiving made his mind fucked dumb along with the influence of alcohol.
Your movement became erratic, everything became harder and faster. Too rough for Niko’s sanity, he trembled like a leaf as he felt the knot in his stomach twist pleasurably. He was about to cum, and you were abusing every sensitive spot in his body while doing so.
“C- cumming… Please! Let me cum…a- ahh— ngh— aah~!” He choked on his own moans and words. His arms and legs wrapped around you whilst you worked your way around him. You pulled away your mouth for a second to speak,
“Then cum, you slut.”
Niko arched his back when you resumed sucking his nipples. His whole body moved in closer to your touch. Completely deprived from the pleasure he’s feeling.
His dick twitched on your hands, despite it being overstimulated, it still twitched and squirted out a monstrous amount of cum. The thin, white liquid tainting both your stomach. His tip released so much cum, his whole body fell limp.
You resumed your movements and touch but gentle now. Your mouth kissed his red and plump nipples gently. Whole your fingers massaged his insides slowly, and your other hand gently jerked him off through his high.
Niko moaned weakly when you pulled your fingers out of him. His whole body still felt the phantom feeling of your roughness, making his body still lightly twitch and limp from the overstimulation. You brought two fingers to your mouth, licking his juices while holding eye contact with him.
He looked at you with wide eyes and a burning red face, he also opened his mouth to you. You finished licking your fingers and bought it to his mouth, shoving all four fingers in his mouth. He sucked his own juices and your saliva as if he was a thirsty slut. He moaned while he did so, his own noises getting muffled by your digits. You pulled your fingers away from his plump lips,
You kissed him gently, putting his clothes back on. Wiping his sweaty body with a handkerchief in your pocket.
“You good? Can you stand?” You asked him, looking at his spent body.
He only nodded, his mind was still fuzzy from pleasure and his throat felt sore from screaming so much. You chuckled when you noticed he couldn’t reply properly, helping him up.
When both of you got out the bathroom, there were half as much as people from earlier. The two of you were at it for so long, it was nearing closing time. Thankfully, no one noticed the bathroom were locked the whole night. Or else both of you would get caught.
You peered over Niko, who looked like a tired and lost kitten. You chuckled softly, how could a nerd from your class look this cute?
“Let me drive you home and buy you water.”
“O- okay…”
Rest assured he rode your cock/strap on the way home.
Warning: NTR, Overstimulation, Noncon, spanking, crying, no lubed, cheating, PWP, fingers on mouth, nipple play. Neglected reader. Based on manga named "I fucked your wife till morning"
“Stay safe, honey,”
you spoke softly as you watched your husband leave for work.
“Hmm,” he replied without emotion, closing the door behind him.
Your heart ached the moment it clicked shut.
It had been three years since he last showed you affection–three years without real conversations or sex.
At first, you thought it was just work stress. But even if he was tired, he could’ve still come to you. You would’ve let him use you to relieve his stress. You would’ve done it again and again, just for him.
You looked down and quietly made your way to the living room to start cleaning.
You missed feeling loved. Missed being wanted. He never used to be like this. Even before marriage, he was affectionate, sweet, and had a high sex drive. Now, he barely looks at you. He treats you like a maid.
‘What did I do wrong?’ you thought.
You always did your part–woke him up with breakfast ready, said yes to whatever he asked, and gave him consent whenever he was in the mood.
So why? Did he get bored of you?
You sighed after finishing the living room. It was already afternoon. Time to cook lunch.
A ring from the doorbell caught your attention.
You walked over and gently opened the door.
Standing there was your old college friend with benefits, Sukuna.
He smirked, red eyes looking down at you. “Hey Y/N, long time no see.”
You frowned and folded your arms. “Hello. Why are you here?”
Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “Not inviting me in?”
You sighed and stepped aside. He walked in, closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes while watching you walk ahead.
You grumbled as you opened the fridge. “State your business.”
Sukuna chuckled, his thoughts drifting. ‘Fuck, I missed that cocky mouth.’
“Your husband asked me to pick up the folders he forgot.”
You blinked, glancing over your shoulder as you set the vegetables down in the sink. ‘Right, I forgot he works for our company.’
You gave a small nod and walked toward your husband's office. On the desk was a brown envelope. ‘This must be it.’
You picked it up and carefully handed it to Sukuna, who was still staring at you with that same hungry gaze… like before.
“Here,” you said, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense stare.
You turned your back. “If you’re done, then get ou–”
You didn’t get to finish when you suddenly felt his hand squeeze your ass.
“What the!” you shouted, quickly stepping back. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
Sukuna chuckled. “What? You used to like that before.”
You glared at him. “That was before. I have a husband now!”
Sukuna stepped closer, his large frame towering over you. You swallowed hard, feeling a little intimidated.
He leaned in, his voice low as he whispered, “You look neglected... like a wilted flower.”
Both of his hands grabbed your ass again, and he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Let me water you. Spray you with something again?” he whispered with a smirk.
You let out a soft gasp. This—this was what you’d been craving.To be touched again. To be wanted.
But not by him by your husband. ‘No, my husband I can’t…’
You pushed against Sukuna’s muscular chest, looking down to hide your flushed face.
“Please respect me and my husband's relationship,” you said quietly. “I can get you fired.”
Sukuna slowly backed away, still grinning as he watched your reaction. “I wouldn’t mind risking it to fuck you.”
You clenched your pants tightly, your body betraying you.
He left, walking out of your home,but not without a plan in his mind.
He had left you hot, needy just like before.
You put a hand over your crotch.
‘Fuck… I need to stroke it.’
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The very next day, your husband left quietly again as if you didn’t exist.
And that day, Sukuna came back. He wore a tight-fitted button-up shirt with a black necktie, showing off his muscles, paired with fitted black pants. It looked so tight, it almost seemed like he had a third leg.
You gulped and were about to close the door, but his hand stopped it.
Sukuna easily pushed the door open and slowly stepped inside. “Relax. I’m just here to grab something again,” he said casually.
Your eyes narrowed. “You’re not here to touch me? Because I swear, I’ll get you fired.”
You turned and walked into the living room, letting him in.
Sukuna took off his shoes and entered, his eyes fixed on your backside. He licked his lips, a slow smirk forming.
“Like your husband would care.”
“Wha–” Before you could finish, you felt him touch your nipples through your clothes.
“Ng–what the, Sukuna!” you gasped, biting your lip as he teased your sensitive nipples, twisting them playfully.
“Haa… ngh…” Your legs felt weak just from the stimulation. After three years of celibacy, your body has become far too sensitive.
Sukuna didn’t respond, he was too focused on corrupting you all over again.
You gripped his hands as he continued playing with your chest. “P–please, stop… S-Sukuna! My husband…!”
Sukuna tilted his head and spoke calmly, “He’s overworked today. You know that, right?”
You whimpered, your resistance fading. You grabbed his hand and pressed it over your mouth to muffle your moans. “Nhm~ mhmp!”
Sukuna chuckled as he remembered your wedding –the wedding where his co-workers were also invited by their boss. “Man, that wedding was hilarious. To think you were getting married? Seeing you wear a white suit to a wedding when back in college...”
He leaned close to your ear. “You were my fuck toy.”
You immediately shot back, “That’s because you took advantage of my drunken state! Ah!”
Sukuna lifted your shirt off. You felt tears forming in your eyes–was it from fear? Or excitement? “No!”
Sukuna continued to play with your perky nipples. “I really missed these nips!”
He recalled the day he first fucked you. “At first, I just saw your nipples when you lifted your shirt while you were drunk. There was no way I could stop myself that day after seeing these cuties,” he smirked, licking your neck, making you shiver from the warmth of his breath and the coldness of his saliva.
Your mouth trembled. ‘That’s right, this man stole my virginity that night.’
Suddenly, Sukuna went under your arms to suck your nipples.
“Ahn! Hmm~♡” you whined like a slut.
Sukuna nibbled on them while speaking. “I still think about these while masturbating. I miss fucking you.”
Your brows furrowed as you felt him pull your pants down and touch your boxers.
‘Stop…’ You felt your body tingle and grow needy. It was so hot you grabbed him even more, even though it felt wrong. ‘What’s with this feeling?’
Sukuna pulled your boxers down, his gaze never leaving your face. “You were a cute pet who’d changed his style to my taste.”
Your body trembled as his tongue licked your cheek. ‘Stop, don’t make me remember’
Sukuna felt something wet down your shaft as he touched it. “Oh?”
He looked down, seeing your dick twitch already hard and leaking pre cum. “I only mentioned the past, and you’re already leaking pre? HAHAHA!what a fucking whore.”
Your nipples twitched from the cold air while your body trembled against him. “N-no,” you shook your head as you felt the familiar tip grinding on your hole.
“I’m his husband now! I’m not your–”
THRUST!!!
“Ahn!!” Your mouth opened wide, tongue out, as you felt a hard tip poke your prostate. It burns, but it also feels so fucking good.
“Haaa! So thick! Sukuna!” you said between breaths, trying to adjust to his size.
FWAP FWAP!!
Sukuna immediately thrust without caring that there was no lube used his precum covered for that.
He leaned close to your face with a wide smirk. “Squeeze your ass tight! Stick your tongue out!”
Like before, you obediently opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him to kiss you deeply.
“Mhm! Hmmp!” You moaned while he devoured your mouth.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt his dick fuck your prostate, hitting deeper inside your guts. Your legs shook, feeling vulnerable and already fucked. Every sensation felt like electricity, making you dumb on his dick.
You were about to lose yourself to the feeling of his dick when suddenly you remembered your husband’s face. ‘No! No!’
Sukuna somehow noticed you weren’t focused on him, so he thrust deeper and played with your dick.
FWAP FWAP FWAP!!
Your body shook as Sukuna pulled away from your mouth. “Ngh! Slow down! You’re too de-deep! My gu-guts!” you whimpered as you felt his fingers playing with your tip.
Suddenly, he pushed you to the ground, and your phone fell in front of you.
Your head rested on the floor while your ass raised up. He kept thrusting so fast you felt like you were going to cum.
Your body trembled, feeling his thick dick filling you up.“Cum-cumming! Ku-kuna ngh!” you gasped.
He ignored you and kept thrusting.
“Cumming♡♡!!” you cried out, arching your back. Your eyes rolled back, your tongue out, drool leaking onto the floor.
Sukuna’s thrusts didn’t stop, he kept going brutally.
You tapped the floor helplessly, moaning and crying, tears running down your cheeks.“No…kuna…so de-deep. Eek!!”
PLOP PLOP FWAP!!
Sukuna grinned as he looked at your body. “Don’t try to build a home when you’re just a fuck toy.”
He pulled your head back, making you arch, your ass grinding deeper into him.
‘Hurts! So harsh!’ Your head leaned back, tongue still out, crying from the mix of pain and pleasure.
Sukuna looked down at your pathetic state.“Aren’t you embarrassed?”
You nodded, completely dumb like he had made you before. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!♡ Ahhhn!”
Sukuna let go of your hair and slapped your ass, spanking it red.
You squeaked from the sting “Eek! Noo!”
Sukuna watched his fat cock disappear as your ass swallowed it whole. ‘So tight. Still hasn’t changed. Still so fucking good!’
He grunted, feeling himself about to cum.
FWOP FWOP!!
“Mhm! Ngh~ ahhn! Hugna!!” You whined, drool staining your hair. Your tears ruined your face –ruining yourself again for him.
Sukuna clicked his tongue as he pushed his fingers inside your mouth.
“Mhngh!” You shuddered, swallowing and licking his three fingers as he played with your tongue.
Your eyes saw a message notification from your phone, coming from your husband. You closed your eyes tightly.
“Cummingh!” Your moans were muffled because of his fingers. Your body twitched again as you came, your dick spurting semen and staining the floor.
“Fuck… I’m cumming!” Sukuna grunted as he felt you tighten more around his thick cock, twitching inside you as he came.
Sukuna pulled out his now soft cock– watching his semen come out your hole like before. He smirked as he stood up, putting on his pants again “Make sure to change your style like before. And get lubed up tomorrow”
He left your body trembling and messy.
You felt the familiar warm, thick, and slimy feeling inside you. Trailing down your thighs.
‘I’m sorry, darling. I’ll revert back to being his slut♡’
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“I’m home.”
Your husband grunted as he closed the door. His eyes widened at what he saw.
“You changed your style? You look good”
His gaze traveled over your body. You used to wear baggy clothes, but now you wore tight, revealing ones. You even changed your hair and were wearing makeup.
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1.76k words. kinktober masterlist.
You always resist – at first.
A sign of respect, and a resistance to whatever desire is hiding deep inside of you.
However,
You held back, but he kept on tempting you. Urging you to unleash every single bit of desire in you. Knowing damn well how weak you were for his alluring state, how head over heels you were for him — and how he makes you feral.
The curves of his hips were prominent through the silken blankets; every detail of his flesh and muscles sent you to the edge. His skin under the blanket was enough for you — what more if his bare skin was displayed for you?
You gulped, hands slowly sliding off the smooth blanket on him. Every second felt like eternity, your skin burning with desire.
He’s even more exposed to you — but not enough. After the blanket slid off, it revealed his smooth thighs and arms. He wore light blue shorts and a shirt smaller than his usual size, revealing — but still teasingly not enough.
Who knew he could take your breath away by the way his chest moves from his sleep — slowly turning you into a feral animal eyeing its prey, who is deep in slumber.
You gulped. Impatience got the best of you, sliding off his shorts to reveal more of his skin. As you slowly slid the fabric off, his scent filled your senses. The subtle smell of his soap and his lotions turned your mind dizzy, more tempted.
His ass was on display for you — finally. You glanced up to him, only to see him still deep in his sleep. Fortunately, he was a deep sleeper. Maybe — this was the only time you were thankful that he was hard to wake up.
You gently shifted him to lie on his chest, adjusting his position comfortably. Making sure that he wouldn’t wake up from discomfort.
Gently groping his ass cheeks, your fingers digging into his soft and pale skin whilst you spread them apart. His hole is revealed to you — his tight, soft, and light pink hole on display for you.
Your finger grazed his rim, rubbing soft circles onto his pink hole. You heard him sigh between his soft snores. You knew how sensitive he was in bed, but you weren’t aware if that would apply whenever he’s asleep. So you pressed your finger harder, rubbing rougher circles until your dry finger sunk in his hole.
Hiori was lowly moaning in his sleep, his snores became inconsistent, and his lips mumbled incoherent words. A possibility you once thought of was now a reality — that he can still feel it despite being asleep. His sleeping face contorts subtly, yet he is still deep in slumber — as if he were dreaming of something as lewd as what you were doing to him.
You gathered spit in your mouth, slowly leaning between his spread ass cheeks. Your saliva slowly drips down his slightly stretched hole. After fingering him with dry fingers, you decided to spare his mercy and add any kind of lubricant for you. For your cock.
Once you deemed his hole wet enough, you positioned yourself behind him. Your crotch grazes his bare ass. You were already running out of patience; his hole was too irresistible for you. You swore, his tight walls were luring you in, calling out your name.
As fast as you could, you slid your underwear off — your painfully hard cock bouncing out of its restraints as soon as you slid your boxers off. It hit Hiori’s ass with a light slap, the size difference between your cock and his hole made you bite into your lip. The sight of his tight and small hole felt impossible to fit your huge and thick cock in.
But seeing how it seemed impossible made something boil in you,
The realization of being the one to bear the upper hand right now — being the one with power. The thought that he was completely powerless in your hands. It only intensified your desire to ravish him.
You aligned your tip onto his rim, your saliva already drying and now tacky. Rubbing circles into his rim before slowly pushing it in.
You let out a pleasured sigh, your eyes fixated on how his tight rim forcibly stretched around you. Watching how he twitched under you — small and constrained whines escaping his gaped mouth. You could see he was still deep asleep, yet you could see how his body was reacting to you — to your cock.
Now, the base of your cock has finally sunk into his hole. Swallowing your length until only an inch is on the surface, his pink rim completely stretched around you. A soft moan came out of you, while quiet moans and mumbles came out of your sleeping lover.
With lust and pleasure taking over you — you moved your hips. Thrusting in and out of him, in a pace that surprised you. You thought you could restrain yourself, but it was no use. The moment his walls instinctively squeezed you in — you knew there were no room left for gentleness.
Your moans grew louder, hips stuttering faster against his ass. You moved like a rabid animal, your desire only fueling up even more with the sight of his ass bouncing from your thrusts.
Hiori, on the other hand — started to slur moans. The overwhelming sensation of your cock dragging in and out of his barely stretched hole made him moan and whine in his sleep. Yet surprisingly, his snores were still drowning every sound he made.
He was still in slumber, and it made you even more aroused.
Seeing him in this state made you lose your mind — every restraint you had finally snapped. Letting the desire to ruin Hiori take over you. You lifted your hips until your tip was the only thing inside of him, then you slammed your hips down with a hard force.
His whole body twitched, while a louder groan came out of your mouth. Your upper body fell on his back — your chest pressed against his back while your hips rutted into him roughly. Like an animal in heat, unable to stop your hips from slamming down on him.
Your cock reached the deepest parts of his walls, and every small detail of muscle engulfed your cock. His warm, tight hole hugging your cock perfectly sent you to the edge. A loud moan that also sounded like a growl escaped your lips while your tip shot a copious amount of cum.
Your warm cum shot out from your twitching tip — white and thick. His walls felt even warmer and wetter while it squeezed you in. Pulling out for a few seconds to admire your work — to admire how his hole was now gaping and leaking your cum. His body started to twitch and stir from his sleep — a sign that he was waking up.
So, you aligned your tip again from his hole. Your hands slowly travelling to his thighs.
The moment your calloused hand slid between his thigh and wrapped around his cock, your lover started to stir in his sleep. His moans are getting louder with each second.
Hiori’s eyes shot open once your tip slammed against his prostate roughly, yet perfectly angled to jab on his bundle of nerves. He started to gasp between whimpers, his head dizzy and blurred, whilst he lifted his head to recollect everything happening.
But before he could assess his surroundings — you shoved his head back down the pillow. Muffling his moans and screams, while his legs beneath you trembled.
“S- sorry, baby…You just feel so tight — I can’t stop ravaging your tight fucking hole.”
You growled in his ears, continuing your pace, his walls tightening around you desperately. Loud squelches filled the air, his hole felt sticky and tacky — from your half-dried saliva and precum coating his walls.
Hiori’s moans were loud — confused, yet pleasured. You could hear the desperation in his voice; his futile attempt to escape your grip only made you thrust harder. Unable to stop yourself despite his cries.
Tears brimmed in his dazed eyes, his head still spinning from waking up because of your rough treatment. His legs trembled and thrashed around, while he lifted his ass to give him more space to adjust to your thrusts. Yet you only slammed your hips harder.
He whimpered onto the pillows, moaning out your name without even realizing that his hips were now moving to meet yours. His ass bouncing on your cock subconsciously.
“[n- name] — slow do– Down! A- aah!”
You grabbed a fistful of his hair. His light blue strand bunched up in your hand — the roughness of your pull sent his head reeling back, causing him to let out a surprised moan.
“Look at you…you’re telling me to slow down like you aren’t rutting into my dick like a bitch.”
A mocking chuckle escaped your smirken lips — your hips continuing to move in that same abusive pace.
He could only whine out, his mind blank and unable to form a response. Since you were correct — he also couldn’t stop his hips from rocking back and forth. He could only weakly moan out in response — showing his vulnerability and letting you work your way around him.
His eyes slowly closed — the overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion from your rough treatment made his fatigue rise. Not only that, but he also lacked sleep from playing games all night. He couldn’t help it — his eyes were slowly shutting close, along with his mind. Fucked dumb from your huge cock.
You noticed he wasn’t moaning as loud anymore. Curiosity got the best of you as you pulled his hair further to look at his face. Then you saw it — his eyes shut close while his gaping mouth let out soft moans and snores.
“Fucking slut, cumming from my cock — even if you’re sleeping.”
Your large palm collided with his flesh, making the sleeping man beneath you twitch and whine between snores. Surprising you even more, that even with your rough treatment — he still stayed asleep. Like his tight wall was made for your cock. His body responds to your cock even if unconscious. You pulled away for a second — admiring how his hole twitched and leaked your cum. While his dick, on the other hand, kept on releasing thin strings of cum, uncontrollably.
“Fuck…’M sorry, my love…But I don’t think I can stop, not until I empty every amount of my cum in you — so sleep tight, yeah? I’ll take care of you, real good.”
Isagi yoichi & dumbfication!!! I just need to turn this man in a dumb whore for dick (top!male reader)
𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕
pairing. male reader x isagi yoichi
warnings. amab!reader, top!reader, bottom!isagi, anal sex, bondage, dumbification, humiliation, crying, overstimulation, squirt, ahegao, cumming inside, a lot of 'petnames' (doll, baby, whore, slut, stupid, boytoy), (+bonus: Isagi has a small penis)
a/n. dumbification is just 😩🤌 (and as you guys can see I'm still very creative with titles) and this is unedited
Isagi was easily the most beautiful thing in the world when beneath you, pliable under your hands, completely limp and unable to put up a fight even if he wanted. A life-size inflatable doll for you to play with.
He was usually talkative even in bed, telling you to hurry up while interrupting himself to comment on how strange it felt to be penetrated and how he could never get used to the feeling of having something inside him. All the talk, however, immediately died on his tongue when you slid in, slowly, so that he could feel every inch of you causing a burning sensation as it stretched his only briefly prepared hole.
It felt like a routine, pride making him unable to admit how much he truly loved it and then, the sensual curve of his back leaving the mattress as you reached the bottom, completely engulfed in the heat of the tight walls. The words became stutters and soon, it was as if all of Isagi's rationality had disappeared, only leaving him with erotic moans and whimpers that reminded you a lot of an animal in heat.
“Ughh- aah~” Isagi's mouth hung open, allowing the pink tongue to hang out over his bottom lip. Saliva ran down his chin and he seemed lost in his own world as his lean, flexible body was used by you. He was beautiful like that, no thought in mind other than how unbearable the pressure felt inside him, the pounding in his hole reaching so deep that you just knew he could feel you rearranging his insides.
His hands were stretched over his head, the blue rope the same shade as his teary eyes keeping them tied to the headboard. Before forgetting how to speak, he had begged you to let go and let him touch you and touch himself — 'you know I can't cum without touching my dick,' he had argued.
But now, Isagi's cock drooled against his stomach, semen from his three untouched orgasms drying there countering that.
The memory of his words amused you. “For someone who said that could only cum if he touched his own dick, you look completely ridiculous right now,” you can’t help but mock your boyfriend, reduced to a sensitive, overstimulated mess in mere minutes. “A liar, that's what you are Yoichi. A liar and a whore for dick.” You punctuated your last words with deep, sharp thrusts, delighting in the wet sound Isagi's hole made whenever your cock sank into him and how his entire body convulsed as if he'd been shocked.
Isagi's blue eyes seemed unfocused and when all that responded back to you was a strangled, stuttered, "p-pl-ea- aawn... -se," you couldn't help but laugh, feeling your cock twitch inside Isagi at how pathetic he sounded, just to you.
“It’s okay, don’t talk, you don’t need to talk,” you said, calming his shameful attempts at forming words. Your tone, however, is sadistic and amusing, full of mockery. “You just have to stay there and let yourself be used, that's what you're good at, isn't it? To be my fuck toy, my fleshlight? And I don’t even need to touch that useless little dick of yours to make you cum, just fuck your ass, like the good slut you are.”
Your words found a target and Isagi could only nod, gratefully accepting the permission to not need to think or try to speak. He just needed to be your dumb little slut, nothing more.
Adorable, really.
Isagi was always thinking a lot during matches, his mind was always racing a mile a minute, studying the field, his opponents and forming strategies. But now he didn't need to do anything, nothing at all. Nothing was all you wanted from him, how ironic.
Isagi whimpered, sweet hole clenching around your cock and you immediately recognized the tension coursing through his firm legs and toes curling in the most erotic way in the world. Your hips reacted on their own, darting in and out of the hot, wet tightness. “Your hole is squeezing me so much, do you want to cum for me again, doll? Come on, let go. Show me how good you can be to me, coming just for a few dirty words.”
And like the ridiculous and obedient little thing he is, Isagi obeys. The orgasm comes like a wave, fast, unpredictable and crashing against him with surprising force. There is no slow build or sensations building to the breaking point. One second Isagi is drooling over himself and making shameful attempts to meet your thrusts and the next, tears are streaming down his flushed, sweaty face, a violent tremor making his whole body convulse and his little pink dick jumps, twitches and expels a stream of clear, odorless liquid that seems like it will never end.
The bed quickly becomes wet beneath him and the crying grows louder as the embarrassment seems to set in. Isagi moves from side to side, pulling on the rope that keeps his hands tied as he seems to try to escape the stimulation. It's a vain attempt. He looks so pornographic that all you can do is grab his ass, forcing him to remain lying on his side in the new position while you fuck him mercilessly, fingers grabbing the soft, pale flesh; pulling to allow you to see the little hole greedily swallowing your cock.
“That’s it, boytoy, let go,” you speak through gritted teeth, breathing quickening as you feel your own orgasm quickly approaching at the glipse of isagi’s lewd expression: blue eyes beautifully rolled back, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Nothing wrong with making a mess like the stupid little thing you are, wetting the whole bed.”
Isagi opened and closed his mouth several times, tears and drool wetting his pretty face as he struggled to speak through the moans: “ah- I-I... you c-cum...”
“What is this, baby? Do you want me to cum in you? Want me to fill your dirty hole?”
His body had already stopped obeying his will and all he could do was moan in response, trying unsuccessfully to communicate.
And what kind of boyfriend would you be if you denied him that?
You sped up, sweat prickling against your bare skin and heat seeming to eat you raw, your heavy breathing covered by the sounds Isagi made. It felt like fire licking his veins; you could feel your pulse racing in your dick, pleasure hitting you as your member pulsed and spilled deep inside Isagi.
“Agh! Ahh!” A broken scream died in Isagi's mouth as heat fill his insides. The possessive complaint made a muscle in his thigh pull, more liquid joining the mess on the bed.
You lean over him, searching for his mouth. The teeth clack together briefly before your tongues meet in a filthy, messy kiss. You swallow the saliva, salty tears and Isagi's moans, nails digging into his skinny ass as you continue to move in and out of him, riding out your orgasm and brutally fucking your cum deep into him, wanting to force him to accept every drop, wanting permanently leave the mark of your belonging on his body. You wished that afterwards, even after take a bath, Isagi could still feel the phantom sensation of your seed inside him, filling him and marking him as your dumb little whore.
How much better would it be if Isagi gave up his football career and lived just for that, to be used 24/7 by you.
¡ Advertencias ! Esto está escrito en Español, así que puede que si lo traduces a ingles cambien las palabras, en caso de que sea así, trata de darle un poco de sentido, hay feminización forzada o accidental, hay homofobia internalizada
Sipnosis : ¡Los chicos realmente te aman, solo que no eres lo que necesitan...!
PERSONAJES – RIDDLE
Riddle te amaba, más que nada, desde que te había conocido todo en su vida había dado un gran cambio, había comenzado a verte de una manera profundamente especial, de esas que te hacen querer casarte con una persona y estar a su lado el resto de tu existencia, cada vez que despertaba solo soñaba con estar a tu lado, y incluso en sus horas de té, el solo deseaba recostarse en tu regazo o al revés para quejarse un poco sobre sus obligaciones, y el pensó que seguiría igual, hasta que de hecho...su madre se enteró, automáticamente comenzó a gritarle y reclamarle, riddle desde siempre pensó que el día que llegara el te defendería y estaría a tu lado, pero ahora mismo, con esto que estaba pasando, no sabía nisiquiera que hacer, solo continuo escuchando el horrible regaño una y otra vez en su cabeza, al llegar nuevamente a su habitación te vio sentado tranquilamente con tu celular, levantaste la vista y le dedicaste la sonrisa mas hermosa jamás vista, de ese tipo de sonrisas que solo tú podrías darle, te levantaste rápidamente y le diste un beso en los labios de forma suave y tranquila.
– ¿Que sucede cariño?
Preguntarse con ese tono dulce que siempre hacia que riddle quisiera llorar en tus brazos, que siempre hacia que se enamora aún más de ti, de esa manera tan especial que le hacía simplemente querer estar a tu lado pero...a su vez le daba asco, asco no por ti, si no por si mismos
Un hombre y otro hombre no pueden estar juntos, el deseaba tener hijos, más bien su madre deseaba tener nietos...¿Tu cómo lograrias eso?
Riddle solo se quedó observandote
– Siéntate
con duda en tus ojos seguiste su indicación sentados con las piernas cruzadas en un intento de hacer la situación cómoda para ambos
– terminemos
Fue la palabra que salió de la boca de riddle, tu solo te sorprendiste y automáticamente la respuesta salió de tu boca
– ¿por qué riddle?
El odiaba está parte de ti, sabía que preguntarias, que intentarias hacer las cosas bien, que intentarias arreglar algo que jamás había roto, y el te amaba por eso pero ahora mismo...era lo que más detestaba, no podía mirarte, por qué eras así, por qué no solo aceptabas, el te amaba hoy, mañana y por siempre, pero el destino no siempre era bueno, riddle quiso incluso llorar así que con sus últimas fuerzas y voz clara hablo
– ¿Que no entiendes? Que asco que seamos pareja, esto está mal, intenté ser amable pero no puedo fingir que no me da asco cada vez que me me besas o me abrazas, me da asco cada vez que me dices que me quieres o algo similar, es repugnante y asqueroso, ¿Que estemos juntos? Nisiquiera me podrás dar los hijos que deseo, estar a tu lado de una abominación
Tu solo te levantaste, nisiquiera tenías voz para reclamar o preguntar, saliste del cuarto llorando, realmente lo amabas pero no soportabas esto, ¿Podrías salvar a alguien que nisiquiera quería ser salvado? Lo dudas...
Advertencias : Sonmofilia no consensuada, ¿Consensuada? Osea Silver no sabía, el lector lo hace sin su permiso pero Silver no se molesta, sobreestimulacion, abultamiento, degradación, Relación no establecida,Sexo Público/Semipublico, un poco de sexo duro
Tu relación con Silver era por lo menos un poco extraña, el era tan hermoso como etéreo y de eso estabas seguro, no eran precisamente amigos pero tampoco eran desconocidos, todo había comenzado una tarde donde encontraste a Silver durmiendo, la curiosidad ganó, te sentaste al lado de el, comenzaron a hablar y desde ese día habían comenzado a ser amigos
Nisiquiera sabe cómo cambiaron las cosas ni en que momento paso, al principio eran algunos toques casuales por parte de Silver que tú cortésmente aceptabas, no por amor si no por qué se te hacían lindos detalles
Ahora llegábamos aquí, habías ido a Diasanomia a visitar a Silver después de un día cansado y me molestó, al encontrar a un chico miembro del dormitorio solo te acercaste y preguntaste si sabían dónde estaba a lo que te contestaron una parte del dormitorio que siempre se encontraba vacía pero que aún así seguía siendo pública para que cualquiera entrara
Tu intención solo era ir, despertarlo y charlar un rato antes de irte pero al verlo de esa forma, a la luz de la luna y con su lindo cabello plateado enmarcando su fino rostro, su ropa un poco subida dejando ver una pequeña parte de su abdomen no pudiste resistirte
Sabías que era cuestión de momentos que Silver se despertara así que con el máximo cuidado acomodaste a Silver en una posición que te facilitará todo, el chico estaba tan dormido que prácticamente no sentía nada
Con facilidad y rapidez bajaste sus pantalones lo suficiente para poder jugar con el, pero demasiado poco para realmente decir que estaba desnudo, pasaste tus manos por sus muslos, disfrutando de la sensación de su piel caliente
Estabas seguro que nadie vería nada, de todas formas no te importaba, incluso si los vieran podrías darles un buen espectáculo
Con suavidad subiste su playera mientras pasabas las manos por su pecho y pellizcabas sus pezones
Silver comenzó a moverse inquieto entre sueños, tu por tu parte metiste primero un dedo dentro de el, lo que hizo que Silver abriera los ojos en un gemido de incomodidad, pero rápidamente tapaste su boca, al hacerlo solo te observo con ojos anhelantes
Pronto estaba tan lubricado que metiste 2 dedos, Silver era como masilla entre más manos, gemia y se retorcía de manera tan excitante y caliente
Empezaste a frotar tu polla contra su agujero, mientras el soltaba sonidos lastimeros y patéticos, intentando silenciarlos por cuenta propia por miedo al ser escuchados
– ¿Te gusta esto cariño?
Con solo frotarte contra el, Silver era el más patético, la propia excitación y la emoción, lo hacían mojarse cada vez más, disfrutando de la sensación, y esperando el próximo paso
Con rudeza pero con cuidado metiste tu polla dentro de el, arqueo la espalda de la manera más sexy, hermosa y caliente que jamás habrías visto
Los ojos en blanco y su polla ya dura,con la punta roja y con presemen saliendo en gran cantidad
– M-Mhm! B-basta...
Hablo Silver entre balbuceos sin sentido, abrumado por la sensación de la polla dentro de el, organizando sus órganos, o mínimo es lo que el sentía, con una mano tocó su estómago, sintiendo la polla dentro de el, saliendo y entrando, y el como formaba un bulto dentro de el cada que eso sucedia, deseaba con todas sus fuerzas un espejo, quería ver la polla dentro de el, por lo mientras se conformaba con solo sentir
– ¿Has sido un mal chico hasta ahora no crees?
Hablaste mientras aumentabas la rudeza de tus embestidas, con solo el sonido de los golpes y las respiraciónes entrecortadas llenando el lugar, nisiquiera le dabas un pequeño descanso
Entre tus manos tomaste su pene ya duro, Silver se sobresalto por la sensación tan libre y a su vez peligrosa, estaba a nada de correrse, hasta que apretaste fuertemente
Sus ojos rápidamente se llenaron de lagrimas por el dolor de las embestidas y ahora el dolor de su miembro siendo maltratado
– Tus ojos son hermosos, lastima que tú cuerpo sea el de una puta, gimiendo por mi polla como una perra desesperada
Silver no sabía nisiquiera que decir, estaba en un trance donde lo único en lo que pensaba era en el placer y el dolor que estaba sintiendo
Con su polla cada vez generando mas dolor, las embestidas que lastimaban y causaban tanto placer a la vez, y los elogios combinados con degradaciónes lo llevaban a su límite después de unos minutos que parecían horas
De apretar su polla fuertemente, la soltaste, de manera que el se corrió rápidamente, ya estaba llorando por la sobreestimulacion que sentía en cada pequeña parte de su cuerpo
Al terminar de follar lo llenaste por dentro, Silver solo gimió sintiendo algo dentro de el
Cómo un regalo metiste un pequeño vibrador que habías guardado dentro de tu bolsillo dentro de su coño y activandolo
El callo rápidamente al palo, arqueando las piernas, llorando y suplicando por las fuertes sensaciones que estaba experimentando
En los cuentos despertarán a la princesa con un beso, lastima que no se quejaba en lo absoluto
tal vez los cuentos cambian, por lo mientras tendría que pasar con eso dentro del coño, el resto del día o hasta que se lo ordenaras, esperaba con ansias el próximo encuentro
