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23 • she/her • i read/write smut and occasionally have mental breakdowns <3

[eptck]

you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.

you have to be kind. you have to be kind.

[t0jisbunny]

cult!leader suguru loves overstimulating your clit ⋆. 𐙚

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"nghhahh — sugu, s’too much," you babble, tears of pleasure and overstimulation rolling down your cheeks.

he’s had you here, in his lap, for over an hour — two fingers rubbing your clit in precise, unhurried circles. “you can give me one more, can’t you, sweet girl?”

he makes it sound like a question, like you had a choice. in reality, he means "you will give me one more."

because he knows you can’t say no to him.

you nod your head feverishly, thighs twitching as he continues circling your swollen, throbbing little clit. “mm, this is why you’re my favourite girl. such an obedient little thing," he hums, rubbing your clit just a little faster.

“mnnngh — please," you cry softly, throwing your head back against suguru’s shoulder, soft whimpers escaping you. “shh, i know, almost there now," he coos, "such pretty sounds for me, hm?"

your whole body felt like it had melted, every nerve was on fire, slick coating your inner thighs. you squirm helplessly in his lap, his fingers bringing you close to yet another orgasm.

"that’s it, pretty girl," he whispers, breath hot against your ear, "just a little more." he rubs your clit faster, pressing slow, gentle kisses behind your ear.

after a plethora of whimpering, whining and gasping, you finally come undone. your hips buck against his hand, your entire body trembling from the intense pleasure. “o-oh my — sugu! — mnghh," you cry out.

he hums lowly, half in satisfaction, half in amusement as he watches you fall apart on his lap again, his fingers refusing to slow until you’re through it.

“thereeee we go, good girl," he purrs. when his fingers finally cease their movements, he looks over your shoulder, smiling to himself. "you’ve made such a mess, hm?"

you can only pant and whimper in response, feeling him lightly slap your pussy, making you yelp.

"poor thing," he says, lifting his hand and observing the slick you’ve left on it, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"now, i know my favourite girl hasn’t forgotten her manners," he says, voice infuriatingly calm as always, like he hasn’t just had you crying on his lap for the past hour.

“t-thank you," you say quietly, earning a gentle kiss on your temple.

[cinna-creme]

passed around 

a/n: i just need this

d. kaminari + s. hanta + d. kirishima 

“fuck baby, just like that.” denki groans, leaning back on the couch as you bounce up and down on his cock. 

“denki i just- mmf! denki ‘m so full.” 

bang! the front door slams open and snap your neck, continuing to ride denki as his roommates walk in. 

“shit.” kirishima covers his eyes, clicking the door shut behind him.

“damn.” sero tilts his head, watching the way your ass jiggles after each sticky smack. 

“dude!” kirishima slaps a hand over sero’s eyes. 

“sorry.” denki calls out. “left half the blunt in the ashtray.” his hands grab your ass, scooting lower and starts fucking up into you. “fuck baby.” spank!

“we’ll-”

“nghhh!” you toss your head back. “fuck denki, i’m gonna- ahhh!” you gasp, spine straightening as your orgasm washes through you. 

“move your fuckin hand.” sero slaps kirishima’s hand away. 

“light it and pass it.” denki looks over your shoulder.

“wha- now?” kirishima drops his other arm, trying to look anywhere but at you. 

sero is already walking towards the ashtray and taking a seat next to the both of you. “what? denki’s room too dirty for you, sweetheart?” blunt between his lips as he lights it. 

“nah, she couldn’t wait.” denki bucks up into you, reaching over as sero passes the blunt. 

“shouldn’t you.. like cover up, man.” kirishima winces when you turn to him with a pout. 

“don’t like lookin at me, kiri?” you reach for him and his cheeks flush. 

“think he likes lookin at you too much.” denki chuckles. “go over there.” he lifts you off his dick and plops you down on kiri’s lap. 

“dude!? i- ??” he holds his hands up and squeezes his eyes shut. 

“wanna fuck her?” denki lulls his head to the side and you roll your hips. 

“can i fuck kiri?” you whine at denki. “please?” you push your lower lip out. 

“and what about me?” sero pouts his lips out.

“what do you think baby?” denki offers you a lazy smile. “wanna give my friends a ride?” he passes you the blunt. 

“mhm mhm.” you nod quickly, taking a hit and pushing it back into denki’s hand. 

you lean forward, pressing your lips to kiri’s and blowing the smoke in his mouth. sero and denki watch at the way kiri flushes under your touch as you shove your hands under his shorts. you whine when his cock pops out, already glistening with little beads of pre. 

“‘s big.” you lean back and pump him once before lifting up on your knees. 

“bet he’ll cum in 2 minutes.” sero chuckles, watching the way you slide kiri up and down your folds. 

“nahh, i give him 5.” denki pushes sero’s chest. 

“guys..” he groans as you sink onto his tip. “shut up.” his hands grip your waist as he looks up at you. “pretty. so pretty baby.” he nods as you take inch after inch. 

“you’re a pretty baby too.” sero purrs in denkis ear, plucking the blunt out of his hand and dabbing it out in the ashtray.

“wha- hah! fuck sero.” sero’s hand wraps around denki’s cock

“forgot how squirmy you get.” sero thumbs at his underside. “she’s got you fuckin soaked.” he hums, pumping him faster. 

you can’t decide if you want to look down at kiri as you suck him in or over at the way sero has denki’s hips jerking off the couch. kiri grinds his hips up and your attention falls to him, eyes fluttering as he repeats the movement. his hands grip your waist as he starts to fuck up into you, not letting you do any of the work. 

“shit hanta.” denki can’t help the way he fucks up into sero’s hand. 

“gonna cum before ei?” sero chuckles. 

“shut up.” denki’s thighs shake. 

“nghh!” you’re clinging onto kiri as he pounds up into you. 

kirishima has you held tightly to his chest as he snaps his hips up onto yours. your pussy is strangling his cock, your lips brushing against his neck as you whimper right into his ear. his fingers harden into your skin and your walls flutter, thighs shaking, with one more harsh snap of his hips, you cum with a cry of his name. 

“shitshitshit.” kiri holds you down on his thighs as he fills you. 

you turn your head to the side and find denki sated, breathing heavy with cum all over his abs and sero slowly jerking himself. sero gives you a lazy smile and reaches out a hand to you and you lift off of kiri. sero helps you over to him and slides you right down onto his cock.

“got you all to myself.” he brushes your hair back. 

“hanta.” your lashes flutter. 

“hm?” he slowly starts to fuck you up and down.

“‘m so tired.” you rest your head on his shoulder. “just.. use me. please.” 

“ohhh, i know baby.” he coos, trailing a hand up your spine. 

sero scoots down until you’re laying on his chest and he can fuck up into you. each drag out and push back in has your toes curling, little puffs of air leaving your lips and splaying across his warm skin. you press kisses all over his neck, trembling in his arms, breath catching as an orgasm already bursts through you. 

“s’okay. i got you.” he rubs your back when he feels the tears on his neck. 

“feels s’good.” you’re practically limp in his arms. 

you peek out of his neck and see denki staring at you with lidded eyes as he strokes himself. you blink past him and kiri is doing the same, lips parted and letting out little moans. sero bucks up into you and you bury yourself back into his neck. 

“focus on me.” 

your hands tangle in his hair, gummy walls spasming around him at his low words. he hits that one spot and you gasp, yanking on his hair and he grins. he pushes against it over and over until you’re cumming and whining as he starts to fill you. 

“can’t move.” you’re limp against him. 

“don’t gotta.” denki rubs your back. 

“gonna clean you up real nice.” he hums. 

instead of taking you to the bath, they take you to denkis room and lay you back on the bed. each taking turns sucking the cum out of you. 

bang! the front door opens and snaps shut.  

“denki!!! why does the apartment smell like sex?” you hear katsuki walking down the hall. “you idiots didn’t invite me?” 

“kats.” you squirm. 

“they make you cum?” 

“mhm.” a nod of your head. 

“they clean you up yet?” he looks at the way they have your legs spread wide. 

“mm-mm.” you shake your head. 

“wanna take a bath?” he grins when you nod your head. 

[sadisticslut666]

if Toji won’t give you attention…his cock sure will

cw: explicit smut, giving head, Toji giving you the silent treatment.

“Toji. I’m talking to you.”

Nothing.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you say angrily, “We were at a bar. Some guy asked if I wanted another drink while you were in the bathroom for five fucking minutes. I said no. That’s it. You’re acting like I sucked his dick in the alley.”

Still. Nothing. You laugh bitterly, “Wow. Real mature, Toji. That’s cute.” You try again—“Toji, come on. It was nothing. Can you please fucking talk to me.” Fucking nothing. His knuckles bleach white around the steering wheel. Eyes stay fixed on the road like you’re not even there. Fine.

By the time you’re through the front door he’s already shrugging off his jacket, kicking his boots toward the corner with more force than necessary, then heading straight for the couch like you’re invisible. He drops down, legs spread wide, arms crossed, staring at the blank TV screen.

You stand there in the living room doorway, arms folded tight across your chest, watching him sprawl on the couch. Toji doesn’t acknowledge you. Just sits there, legs manspread wide, thick thighs straining the fabric of his sweats with his arms crossed so hard the veins in his forearms stand out.

He can pretend all he wants, but his body clearly isn’t on board with the silent treatment. “Toji. Look at me.” Nothing.

You step closer. “I said look at me.” His eyes stay locked on the black TV screen. You laugh again, “Okay. So we’re doing this. You’re just gonna sit there like a pissed-off statue while I stand here talking to myself? Classy.” Still nothing. Fuck. This.

You kneel in front of him, pulling his sweats down. His cock springs free, heavy and flushed dark, the tip already slick. A bead of pre-cum slides down the shaft, “Ignoring me all night but still so hard,” you taunt.

His hips jerk forward once, involuntary, before he locks them in place like he’s punishing himself. Your hand wraps around the base and you give one slow, deliberate stroke upward, thumb dragging over the slick head on the way back down. His abs clench so hard the lines carve deeper into his stomach but he still doesn’t speak. Just keeps staring at that fucking blank TV.

You lean in closer, “Still nothing?” you murmur. “That’s fine. Your cock’s doing all the talking for you anyway.” You drag your tongue flat along the underside in one long, wet stripe. You take the head into your mouth and suck hard. Let your tongue swirl slow circles around the slit, tasting the salt of him. The veins in his forearms bulge as his fists tighten on his own biceps, arms still crossed like he’s physically holding himself back from touching you.

You pull off to look up at him doe-eyed. You lick your lips, let a thin string of spit connect you to the glistening head. “Still not gonna talk to me?” you ask sweetly. “Mmkayy, stay mad.” You pop your lips back around him.

Drool runs down your chin, soaking his balls. You’re making the grossest, prettiest sounds as you let him fuck your mouth. His hand shoots to the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair as he pushes you down. “You think I’m mad because some fucker bought you a drink?”

He leans down until his mouth is a breath from yours. “I’m mad because you smiled at him.” he says thrusting into your mouth, “And I’m madder,” he growls, “because I wanted to break his fucking jaw for it. And I didn’t. Because I was trying to be good. For you.”

His grip tightens in your hair shoving you back down until your nose is pressed flush against his pelvis, throat stretched around him, eyes watering instantly. You gag, but he doesn’t let up. He holds you there letting you feel the full, heavy weight of him, “Make it good,” he mutters, “Show me how sorry you are.”

Oh and you do. You relax your throat as best you can, let him use it as spit drips in thick ropes down your chin. He groans, “Fuck—there. Just like that.” You double down. Letting him hear how wet it is, hands slide up his thighs, then cupping his balls and rolling them gently. He comes hard, flooding your throat until you have to swallow fast to keep up. He groans, hips jerking while you milk him with slow, gentle sucks until he’s twitching from overstimulation. Only then does he finally let you pull off.

You collapse forward, forehead resting against his thigh, panting, lips numb, your chin slick and throat very raw as he exhales roughly. “Get up here.”

You crawl into his lap on shaky legs. He pulls you close as his arms wrapping around you as his mouth finds your ear. “Next time,” he murmurs, “you shut it down before I even have to see it. Or I won’t be this nice about making you make it up to me.”

You nod against his neck, still catching your breath as he kisses the side of your head, “Good girl.”

a/n: DICK ME DOWNNN FUSHIGURO

[dizzycake]

Art by:coco_nat24 on TikTok💞

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“I want to have sex!”

Nsft - Caine x reader

-sugercaine- -sugercaine- -sugercaine- -sugercaine-

You’ve been… perplexing Caine recently. You and Zooble specifically. You both have been complaining about the lack of sexual organs, and there for lack of sex. It’s a joke for the most part. But dose sheds light on a genuine frustration.

In response. Caine sent everyone off on an adventure except for you. With a snap of his fingers you two were in a… therapist office? He crossed his legs in the leather chair. Notepad on his knee. Finger pressed to his temple… Teethple? Whatever-

“Y/n… I can’t help but notice… I never can- that you’ve been enjoying my adventures less and less. I’ve exercised my ability to create excitement, temporary fear, and other forms of joy. But I feel that I’m losing you. What’s going on?” He says, almost thoughtfully.

You sigh, this all felt kind of silly. But at the same time. It was nice that someone was asking. “Well… I’m fine. The adventures are great and all. And I’m really glad that you started taking inspiration from the suggestion box!” You admit.

“Yes… but, you seem distracted. Frustrated.” He’s eyes rake over you. Like he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear you say it. “Well Caine- I don’t know if you’ll get it.” You laugh sheepishly. He waits for you to explain yourself. “Yeah I’m frustrated, but not at you or anyone. It’s not that kind of frustration. I’m just… wound up,” you try to explain, your cheeks turn pink.

“You want to have sex,” Caine stated. You tensed a little but nodded. He continues “That’s what puzzles me. It’s not like eating or drinking. Not that you need to do that here. Buttt- I don’t understand humans- er- your need for such a thing.”

You sigh, you’re gonna have to explain this to him. “It’s- a bit different. Like- a craving? Desire, a deep want. And it’s naturally a part of some people.” You try to express. Caine thinks. “Like an animal?”

“I- yes… actually” you were in fact ovulating. Caine raises a ?brow? “So you’re in heat!” He announced. “…Yes Caine…I’m in heat,” you flatly admit. You also can’t believe you just said that out loud. To a pair of teeth. Who honest to God turns you on. Sometimes you can’t think too much about your situation. 

He hums. Putting the note pad down. His voice became lower, more, serious? “That won’t do it all… My job is to make sure you’re happy and taken care of.” His eyes settle on you, focused, like he was taking you in. “And how prior to the circus, did you take care of this situation?” He asked,

He was making you sweat. Something about that look. His casual authority. It was hot, and you’ve been needing for days. “Toys” you say, then. Felt a memory come to the forefront of you mind. Back in the real world. Using your favorite dildo and vibrator. It made your abdomen swirl at the memory. “I see” caine said, the memory lasted for a moment longer when you realize. He was watching it. He found it and pulled to the front of your mind. So he could look. He hums. “And if you get this release, you’ll feel better?” He asked. You gripped your clothes a little and nod.

Slowly, he snaps his fingers. You feel heat stir, more full, more need. You shift. What did he do? “Come here.” He said.

You walk over to him. His hand slides to your waist. “Let me take care of you,” he purred, you gasp in surprise as he turns you and pulls you into his lap. You fell the unspeakable outline of a cock- his cock. Fuck it’s been to long. He pulls you down against him. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?” He whispers. You could feel him brush your neck. You nod, “Yes-“ breathless already. One hand gripes your waist, the other grabbing your jaw. “Are all of you this willing?” He asked. You swallow and shake your head. “No I just-“ fuck your couldn’t say it out loud.

You let him control the pace, holding onto his arms as he grinds you down against his hardening cock. “Good job,” he whispered. Making you shiver, his hand slips down and pushes your waist band down just enough. His cock slips against your wet core, sliding back and forth making you whinper. Caine hums. He sounds, entertained. “So pretty” he murmured to himself as he slowly, slide his cock along your wet slit. Your insides fluttered and your face burned hot. Panting you look up. Remembering something. This wasn’t a completely closed room. To walls. But completely open to the rest of the circus, if anyone came back from that adventure earlier- oh god. His hand moved from your jaw to your chest, sliding under your clothes. Rolling your nipple between his fingers. Fuck- tingles shot up your spine, that kind of sensation ware you didn’t know to whimper or moan. Ended with just a breathy noise. He continued to tug and roll your sensitive nipples as he used you like a toy. Giving himself a pussy job.

You feel the tip of his cock press against your wet pussy. Making you gasp. Caine shh’d you as he slowly worked you onto his cock, with measured thrusts. Still only by the grip of one hand on your waist. You couldn’t help the sounds falling from your lips. Gripping his hand around your waist and one of the arms of the chair. The wet sounds of his cock moving inside you made your chest flutter. Once he had you fully on his lap you sighed. He fit perfectly. Just like your favorite dildo used to. Is that what he was doing? What he was looking for in your head. He grinds up against you a bit more, causing the tip of his cock to rub that extra sensitive spot inside of you “Caine-“ you gasp. He stops. “Do you want to stop?” He asked.

You swallow and shake your head “god no-“ as soon as he hears that sweet whinper. He pulls out part of the way, and slams you back down. “Good girl,” he groans. Not because he’s out of breath, because fuck- the way you sound.

He pumps you over his cock whiteout falter. It was amazing. The first time you’ve felt this good in so long. A trembling, moaning mess. He reaches down from your chest and rolls your clit between his fingers. Causing you to gasp. He continued to rub and play with your clit as he worked you over his cock like a toy. “Feel better?” He cooed. “Y- yes- yes oh-“ You sounded like a whore- oh god. You couldn’t help it. As much as he tried to avoid talking about sex, fuck he was good at it. He angles you back against his chest, pulling one of your legs up to your chest. Going faster, wet plopping noises fill the air as he hits your g over and over. Making you cry out. “There she is~” Caine chuckled. “Look at you, this is all you needed isn’t it? A proper fucking? My poor girl” he coos. Almost mocking. All you could do was moan in response. The way his cock dragged through your pussy. Your walls squelched around him. You couldn’t quite get a thought going. The feeling started to overwhelm you.

Your body jerks “Caine- oh god-“ you feel that heated coil building up in your stomach. “Go on,” he whispers. Only a few more thrusts and your gripping his hands, cumming on his cock with a cry. Shaking, sweating, panting. Then you gasp, feeling Caine jerk forward, hot thick liquid spurt up inside you. Filling you up. “What a pretty sound you made, I should do that more often. Mm? Would you like that?” He slammed you down onto his cock again. “Mm?” He goes for another thrust. He couldn’t get enough of the sounds you were making. Once he finely pulled out. Your pussy closed around nothing, thick cum dripping out.

“Y/n, your shaking” Caine coos. He puts you on your wobbly feet. Then pushes you forward onto the ottoman in front of his chair. ”C-caine wait-“ you tense up. His hands squeeze your thighs. “Shh, let me clean up the mess I made. I couldn’t help myself, you just look so pretty stuff full of my cum. I knew you would.” He says. You yelp, feeling his large tongue slide against your pussy. Slowly lapping at you. Cleaning you up. His large wet tongue was hot against your skin. Flicking at your clit from behind, your hands braced against the ottoman shook. Then the tip of his tongue slid inside you, licking at your walls. You yelp, jerking. “Caine! Caine-“ you whimper. Feeling his wet tongue lick and taste your inner walls. Tongue fucking you, slow and steady. Then-

“Caine! We’re back!” You hear a familiar voice yell. He grumbled something. He pulls his tongue out of you with a slick sound. Pulling your clothes back in place. He pushes you into his therapist chair like nothing happened. Taking your chin in his hand he leans down. “Feeling better?” Panting you nod. “Good girl, you’ll tell me when you start feeling… wound up again. As your ringmaster, it’s my job to take care o you.” before walking away from the… office to address everyone. Leaving you there. Shaking, panting, well fucked for the first time in a while. Trying to pretend nothing happened.

[jaxgf]

im not the original one who asked but can we get a masturbation fic where jax has been teasing reader with his voice all day and ends up sneaking into her room to mess with her but instead catches her getting off to him?

it's been in the little things he's said all day, coming up behind you just so his breath can fan over your ear, knowing that it makes you shiver in need.

saying things like, “thinking about how cute you looked split on my cock.”, “bet you'd look really cute crying from overstimulation right now.”, and “gods, i just wanna bend you over and fuck you right here, let everyone know you belong to me.”

he knows how those specific phrases that get to you like no other. causing you to try and subtly rub your thighs together and get some relief without anyone noticing. It was utterly humiliating how much he has you wrapped around your finger. you're basically shaking with need.

and to top it all off, as soon as the adventure ended you couldn't seem to find your boyfriend to help you ease this ache. frustrated and not wanting to wait around for him, you make quick steps to your room, and make yourself comfortable on your bed.

as soon as your fingers dip into your folds, you're flooded with wetness. all because of a few words uttered by jax, you wanted to be annoyed but you didn't have the time. you moved quickly to run circles on your nub, whining out jax’s name, you didn't mean to, it just came with the motions especially while thinking about him.

getting so into the moment, the feeling of your fingers rubbing harsh circles on your clit, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to get yourself to come quickly. so busy with all of that, you don't hear the door open or jax entering. what does let you know he's arrived, is a floorboard squeaking from him taking a step closer to you. as soon as the noise hits your ears, your eyes shoot open. your hand instinctually pulls away from where you need it most.

“well, don't stop on my account. go ahead baby, touch yourself for me. do it the way i always do it for you.” he directs sitting in a chair across the room, where shadows dance around his face making his yellow eyes look like they're glowing. your eyebrows crease, but you pull the comforter away from your body displaying your nude bottom half.

jax's eyes search your body as he take his cock out. you slowly make it back to touching yourself, trying to make a show out of it for him. moaning a little louder than you would if you're alone. with jax’s eyes on you, your body feels even hotter when you start to rub your clit again. getting so close last time, you've grown more sensitive. writhing a little from your own touch, his stare, and the sight of him jerking off to you.

it's not long before you're getting close, your whines come quicker, and that familiar knot starts to build in the lowest part of your tummy. jax speeds up the pace of hand fucking his dick.

“that's it, baby, make yourself come for me, come with me.” he commands, his voice raspy from trying to hold off his own orgasm. with the help of his voice, you're cumming. your legs burn, your wrist hurts but the high you feel is totally worth it. looking over at jax while you fall over the edge, his cum spurting out over his hand.

he places his cock back in his overalls, buttoning them back up, and finds a rag to clean off his glove and you. pressing a kiss onto your forehead, “so good f’me.”

[babyybrii]

jax hates when you’re pissed at him. when you give him the cold shoulder—eyes sharp, words short. he hates even more how often he happens to piss you off. it’s happened so many times now, in fact, that he knows exactly how to handle it. his hands are already on your hips when you roll your eyes the second time and when you open your mouth to bitch at him some more—his mouth is already on yours. tongue swirling around your mouth like it’s his own.

and when you try pushing him away—his hands are wrapped around your wrists by the time you blink, pushing your arms above your head as he pins you against the door.

“you done bein’ a brat?” he breathes, nose brushing yours, breath hot and heavy from the kiss.

you glare. you don’t answer. you won’t give him the satisfaction. he grins—fucking grins—like you not answering is all the answer he needs. “mm. didn’t think so.”

his knee comes up between your thighs, spreading your legs wider against the door. he’s already rutting his hips against yours, slow and deliberate—just enough friction to make your eyes flutter shut for a second before you remember you’re mad.

“you’re such an ass,” you hiss.

“yeah?” he smirks. “but you love this ass. and you’re fuckin’ soaked already, baby. don’t lie.”

you want to slap him. or fuck him. maybe both. especially when he leans in again—voice all low and smug at your ear,

“wanna keep pretendin’ you’re mad? or you gonna be a good girl and let me make it up to you?”

his hand is already sliding under your shirt. you don’t stop him.

you never do.

not when he touches you like this. not when he knows you like this. not when he kisses the apology into your skin instead of saying it out loud—tongue and teeth and hands gripping your thighs like he’s never letting go.

[realcube]

tsukishima kei knows he's big and is soooo cocky and sarcastic about it

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tw + tags ;; nsfw minors dni. vaginal, breeding kink, size kink, past relationships mentioned, degradation, overstimulation & dacryphilia mentioned.

his cock pierces into your sopping hole at a delirious rate. your faces is nestled between his pillows, while your ass is up and he rams into you repeatedly. your worn body shakes which each powerful thrust, and your ass bounces around his base.

the sheets are balled up in your fists, as you cry into the pillow due to deliciously painful stretch your pussy has to constantly endure. it stung so bad yet simultaneously, you never want it to stop. your boyfriend is so long, you don't know how to cope with it — all you can do is lay there and pray.

"why are you acting like some virgin schoolgirl?" you can virtually hear the eyeroll as he speaks. although, his steady pace doesn't falter, and he moves a hand to cradle your calf that was tensing and jerking around in the air. he strokes your leg, all the way to your ankle where he sees your toes are curled firmly. "what? never taken big dick before?"

he laughs, but it's not clear what he finds amusing: the notion of you being inexperienced sexually, or the fact you are too cock-drunk to reply to his sarcastic remarks properly. usually you're quite quick-witted, but now you've devolved into a overstimulated mess who is barely able to stagger out the breathiest of moans.

however, it's made evident that he is entertained by his previous suggestion, when he elaborates scornfully, "god, your ex must've been such a fuckin' loser." he snickers again, pushing his glasses up his nose.

not that you're able to see, you're too busy being plowed into the mattress by his merciless length. his faint veins were rubbing against the most sensitive parts inside you, and it's like he's trying to break something within you each time his tip thumps against your cervix. "kei! i ca— nngh, i can't! stop, 'm too close.."

" 'you can't stop' stop what? you're not doing anything, sweetie." his voice drips with honeyed mockery. it irritates you when he tries to be clever and purposefully misinterprets what you say. but his length is clogging up your walls so well that you can't bring yourself to care. "just keep doing what you do best. hah—" he heaves, hastily clearing his throat, "being pretty n' tight. too fuckin' tight." that's generally considered a compliment but the way he says it makes it sound like a slur.

"shit, you're not made for this.." he curses at you, hips slamming into yours at full-force, watching intently as your doting cunt is swallows him up. "stick to clit stuff cos this is just— ah—" he choked on his own words, only able to be sarcastic for so long before his climax gets the better of him.

his lips seel together and his eyes screw shut as he breathes his way through his high, still weakily thrusting into your poor cunt but with significtantly less vigour. each movement was more sloppy and desperate as he fills up your snug hole.

the entire time his hand is on your leg, caressing your calf, and the other is idly toying with your clit. "shit." is all the can think to utter. this is not what he intended. you were supposed to be the one who was so split in half on his dick that you finish in like three minutes. but instead, he was the first to climax. disastrous execution of his fantasy.

"aren't you going to pull out?" you groan, weary hole pleading for solace.

"no. we're going to do this again and again until you're used to me, so you stop crying every time you take it." he tuts, harsh word contrasting with the affectionate way he massages your folds, "get comfortable. it'll take a while."

"hm, you don't like it when i cry? i thought you were into."

"why would i enjoy seeing you cry? you know i love you, dumbass." he squeezes your ass harshly, smirking when you jolt in reaction. "which is exactly why you need to stop crying like a little bitch."

[xoslutty]

✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest

stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.

stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.

stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.

stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.

stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.

stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.

→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too

i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←

→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger

stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.

his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."

stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."

stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."

his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.

stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."

stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."

stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.

stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.

stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"

stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."

stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."

stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x

[sugarwarachan]

shinsou hitoshi x f!reader x monoma neito - smut, pussy eating, degradation, sharing is caring

shinsou clocking the way monoma checks you out and the way you return his over-the-top flirting, so after patrol one night he tosses you his phone and hitches your thighs over his shoulders, sucking on your pussy lips through your underwear.

"call him."

you can barely fucking think. "wha-? who?"

he pulls his head up, smirking. "who do you wanna call, princess?"

monoma's face flashes in your head and your faces goes hot.

"he won't think it's weird?"

your boyfriend's too busy slurping at your clothed cunt to answer, but he pulls away with a smack when you yank on his hair.

"i see how he looks at you." he places a soft kiss on your inner thigh. "besides, you like being talked through it - and monoma's the chattiest motherfucker i know."

his teeth sink into the soft meat of your leg, dancing on the edge of pain. "don't forget to put him on speaker."

you press call as shinsou's lifting up your hips to pull down your underwear. your voice hitches, and monoma's teasing tone filters through.

"need saving, nighthide?"

shinsou chooses then to slurp your clit into his mouth.

"fuck - " you gasp out, legs instinctively clamping around his head. he holds you open with a forearm, eyes stern.

"y/n?" monoma sounds strained. "are you okay?"

"yes - " shinsou's darting his tongue in and out, fingers teasing through your folds - "i'm fine. 'toshi said - " he slides a finger inside and your eyes slam shut. you have to gulp down a breath, hear monoma suck in air on the other end. "he said you'd help. that you'd talk to me."

you're panting, face on fire with embarrassment and desire. your stomach dips when monoma chuckles, low and a little off-kilter, like he can't believe his good fortune. you can picture his eyes lighting up, triumphant smile etched on his face.

"oh?" he purrs. "does that idiot not know the right things to say to you?"

you feel shinsou shake his head in good-natured disbelief before he flips you over so he can eat you out from the back.

"so you can talk to him all by yourself, sweetheart," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to the seam between your hip and thigh. "really put on a show for the bastard."

"nei, be nice - " you breathe out, ass thrusting back into hitoshi's chin, his nose bumping under your clit.

(monoma's at home, cheeks flushed, pants pushed to his knees, straining to keep himself from jerking too hard into his fist and ending this before it even starts)

"you want me to be nice? i can hear how wet you are already, you little slut."

you moan, unbidden, the degradation like electricity on your skin.

"that all you can say?" he coos, but you already hear the telltale sound of slick hands slapping up and down, and it sends arousal thrumming through you. "pussy doing all the thinking for you? bet she's gorgeous, all puffy and swollen and begging me to put my dick inside her. you think your boyfriend'll let me fuck you, pretty?"

shinsou plugs two fingers into you, curving them up toward your pelvis, his thumb teasing the puckered skin of your asshole.

"oh god fuck - " pleasure coils low in your belly, your breath ragged in monoma's ear.

"that's not an answer," he taunts. "if you're this fucked out while getting your cunt licked, can't imagine you'd be able to handle me."

"fuck you, you little prick," you whine out, fingernails gripping the phone so hard you fear it'll crack. "stop making me like this."

his laugh is wild in delight. "you get too much of the angel princess treatment from 'toshi don't you?" he sing-songs your boyfriend's name; shinsou's hand clamps down possessively on your leg, but he says nothing.

(he's trying not to bust a nut, your pussy juices dripping down his chin)

monoma's not done talking, too busy stroking his cock to really think through what's falling from his lips. "but you like being a dirty little whore for me. i can hear it in your voice every time you take a breath. your legs must be shakin', huh baby? poor thing - too bad i'm not there to keep you steady."

you're so close, eyes crossing up in your skull. you're barely able to keep yourself upright on the bed.

"nei - "

"don't fucking say my name like that," he grits out. "i need you to cum before you say my name like that - - can you do that for me? let it all out, baby, let me hear it. let me hear you."

your orgasm robs you of sound, curling tight and low in your belly, the pressure a sure indication that you're about to squirt all over 'toshi's face -

(calling monoma becomes a regular occurrence after this)

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[deicidic-doll]

I wonder if smut writers know that dicks sized 7 inches or larger is a crazily rare condition called macrophallus and it's only 1-2% possible. The average is literally 5.1-5.5 inches. Meanwhile ya'll saying ___'s dick is a whole foot long💔

*NOT policing what people write btw, just pointing out a comical fact.*

[maeveybelle]

Like You Were Made For It

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summary: part 2 to this fic! jealous!maki punishing reader for flirting back with a friend

warning/s: smut, mdni, 18+, mommy kink, spanking, degradtion, wlw sex, use of strap, penetration, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, dacriphilia, there's prolly more

w/c: 2k~

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Maki’s weight settled fully on your face again, her soaked pussy pressing down as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles. “Lick,” she ordered, voice still thick with that jealous edge. “And don’t you dare stop until I tell you to.”

You obeyed without hesitation, tongue dragging through her slick folds, tasting the mix of her arousal and the remnants of her earlier orgasm. She was dripping, coating your chin and cheeks as she rode your mouth with lazy confidence. One of her hands fisted your hair, holding you exactly where she wanted while the other braced on the headboard.

“Fuck… that’s it,” she groaned, grinding her clit harder against your tongue. “Deeper. Use that pretty mouth the way it’s meant to be used—cleaning up the mess you caused.”

You moaned into her, the vibration making her thighs twitch around your head. She tasted so good, musky and sweet, and the weight of her strong body smothering you made your own cunt throb with fresh need. Every time you tried to catch your breath she pressed down firmer, reminding you who was in control.

Maki’s breathing grew ragged. She leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so your tongue could fuck inside her while her clit dragged against your nose. “Good fucking girl,” she panted. “You’re mine. Say it with your tongue—show me.”

You did—licking, sucking, swirling—pouring every ounce of devotion into it until her hips stuttered and she came again with a low, guttural moan. Her thighs clamped tight around your ears as she flooded your mouth, hips jerking through the aftershocks.

She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath, before finally lifting off just enough for you to gasp in air. Her eyes raked over your flushed, messy face—lips swollen, chin shiny with her slick.

“Look at the state of you,” she murmured, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. She reached down and smeared her wetness across your cheek with her thumb. “All ruined for me already. And we’re barely getting started.”

Maki slid down your body and grabbed the thick strap-on again, buckling it back on with quick, efficient movements. The ridged toy bobbed heavily between her legs as she positioned herself between your spread thighs.

“Legs up. Hold them open for me,” she commanded.

You hooked your hands under your knees, pulling your legs wide and exposing yourself completely. Maki’s gaze darkened at the sight of your dripping, puffy pussy still twitching from the previous orgasm.

“So fucking greedy,” she growled. She slapped the heavy head of the strap against your clit a few times, making you jolt. “This cunt is still soaked even after I just fucked you stupid. You really do love when I get jealous, don’t you?”

Before you could answer she lined up and slammed in deep in one brutal thrust. The new angle had the ridged toy dragging perfectly against your walls, the head pressing right against that sensitive spot inside you. You cried out, back arching sharply.

Maki set a punishing rhythm immediately—hard, deep, relentless strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. Her hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as she folded you nearly in half.

“Eyes on me,” she snapped when your lids fluttered. “I want you looking at me while I ruin this pussy. I want you to remember exactly who’s fucking you this good.”

You forced your eyes open, locking onto her sharp green ones. Sweat glistened on her scarred, muscular body as she drove into you, ponytail coming loose so strands of dark hair stuck to her face. She looked feral—possessive, angry, and so turned on it made your stomach flip.

“Say it,” she demanded between thrusts, punctuating each word with a snap of her hips. “Who owns this cunt?”

“You—ah!—Maki owns me!” you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much already. “Only you—fuck—only Maki!”

She rewarded you by reaching between your bodies to rub tight, mean circles over your swollen clit. The dual stimulation had you shaking, another orgasm building dangerously fast.

“Not yet,” she warned, slowing her thrusts just enough to edge you cruelly. “You don’t get to cum until I’ve fucked every last thought of that idiot out of your head. Tell me you’re sorry for letting him touch you.”

“I’m sorry—!” you gasped, tears spilling down your temples. “I’m sorry, Maki—won’t happen again—please—”

“Please what?” She slammed in particularly deep, grinding her hips in tight circles so the strap stirred inside you.

“Please let me cum—Mommy, please—”

Maki’s smirk was sharp and victorious. She leaned down, biting your bottom lip hard before growling against your mouth, “That’s right. Beg Mommy like the desperate little slut you are.”

She picked up speed again, fucking you with short, brutal thrusts while her thumb worked your clit mercilessly. The pressure built higher and higher until you were trembling, legs shaking in your own grip.

“Cum,” she finally snarled. “Cum on Mommy’s cock right now. Show me who this pussy belongs to.”

The orgasm ripped through you violently. Your walls clenched and fluttered around the thick strap as you screamed her name, gushing around the toy. Maki fucked you straight through it, drawing it out until you were a sobbing, oversensitive wreck beneath her.

Even then she didn’t stop completely. She slowed to deep, grinding rolls of her hips, keeping the pressure on your clit and watching your face contort with overstimulation.

“Too much—Mommy—please—” you whimpered, trying weakly to squirm away.

Maki just laughed low and dark, pinning your hips down with her weight. “Too much? We’re nowhere near done, baby. I told you—I’m riding your face again, then your fingers, then this strap until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

She pulled out slowly, the ridged toy glistening with your release, and flipped you onto your stomach once more. Her hand came down in a sharp spank on your ass.

“Ass up. We’ve got hours left, and I’m not stopping until the only thing you can remember is how Mommy fucks you.”

You moaned weakly, body already trembling with anticipation and exhaustion, but you arched your back and pushed your ass higher for her anyway.

Maki leaned over you, pressing her chest to your back, lips brushing your ear as she lined the strap up again.

“Good girl,” she whispered, voice rough with promise. “Now take the rest of your punishment like you were made for it.”

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A/N: I'm ovulating 🥹

comments and likes are always appreciated!

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[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 nerdjo being edged by… his pomodoro study timer?

more like this

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Satoru’s glasses fog up with heated condensation as he whines into your damp skin, face buried in the crook of your neck while he messily buries himself inside you. The noises he’s making, shortened little pants stifled between moans, are atrociously loud and embarrassingly desperate, even for him.

“Fuck-!” He gasps, greedily pressing his open mouth to your chest. Satoru isn’t kissing or nipping, just parting his lips to taste any part of you he can get as his hips rut up into the warm grip of your cunt.

If anybody other than you saw him right now, they’d assume he’s been fucking you for hours. Except, he hasn’t.

It’s been four and a half minutes.

You know so because the brightly coloured font on his laptop says so, bubbly numbers counting down until the end of his ‘study break’. As soon as the twenty-five minute pomodoro section ended, Satoru had practically thrown his mouth against yours and torn your clothes off with ink-stained hands like he couldn't get enough of the feeling your bare skin gives him. Which, he supposes, he can't.

Extensive amounts of scrawled notes had fluttered to the floor, formulas and highlighted sections lost to the carpet as he scrambled to yank his sweats down. You’d laughed, already shamelessly wet and ready for him.

“Jesus, Toru-“ you’d giggled as your spine hit the sheets with a soft whump! noise, “why didn’t you just study normally with me earlier-“

Between hasty kisses, Satoru had answered. “I can’t focus when you’re sat there, you know that,” he’d panted, rolling his hands over your tits, “you look too pretty when you’re concentrating, and I get-“

He thinks back to the last time you’d tried to organise a study date, cosily shoved into a booth in a local cafe with your laptops and notes while you drank coffee and plodded through an essay. Satoru had to pause halfway through raising an overly sweet pastry to his mouth, buttery flakes crumbling on his fingertips as he stared.

You just looked so… perfect. Completely focused on your essay, fingertips typing softly on your keyboard while your eyebrows furrowed in annoyed concentration. Your lip was caught between your teeth while you mumbled analysis on something he didn’t quite understand under your breath, and Satoru felt dizzy. And- unfortunately- sufficiently aroused enough to lock himself in the bathroom and panic.

His breath stuttered as he slicked himself up, the tip of his cock notching on your clit briefly before dipping back down. “I get hard when you go smart. Like, when you talk about- shit- stuff to me-“

You’d giggled. “You’re so sweet, Toru.” Glancing over at the time, it occurs to you the speed of decline in the time you have left with him. “You have five minutes, remember.”

He’d felt dizzy now just remembering how pretty you looked on your date, but when he had you under him he thought he was about to pass out.

So now, here you were- tangled up messily with your whimpering boyfriend as he fucks into you, shimmering slick pooling between your thighs and across the hair ghosting his base and navel, desperately trying to form words as he smothers you.

“Toru-“ you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair, “-slow down, baby, we have all night-“

“We don’t.” He exhales frustratedly, “we have- hnngh, fuck- like, two minutes-“

“One and a half, actually.” You say breathily, squealing when he stretches your thigh further open to lodge himself even deeper. “Just slow down, I’m not going anywhere!”

Satoru whines low in his throat, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “I know, but-“ he huffs out a breath stuck between a moan and a whimper, “-but I have to.”

Your legs half-heartedly lace together behind his back as he moves, pressing your lips to his and swallowing the sound of surprise he makes. “You really, really don’t-“

Ping!

Satoru looks like he wants to cry as he forces himself to stop moving inside you. “It’s the alarm.” He says miserably, dropping his face to your skin. “I have to do another twenty-five minutes.”

You groan and dig your nails into his back, smiling just a little when he moans and shudders. “No, you don’t. You already know everything,” you rationalise with him- well, about as rational as you can be when your trembling boyfriend is buried to the base inside you- “you’ll be fine.”

“But…” Satoru says, cheeks flushed and lips pouted as he tries to keep his pretty blue eyes firmly on your face instead of where you’re joined together below, “the exam is in a week, sweetheart.”

“Exactly.” You huff, clenching around him deliberately, “so is mine, and you don’t see me neglecting you.”

Excellent point, he thinks vaguely.

You can see him thinking about it in his head; his brows are furrowed behind his foggy lenses, and you think he looks adorable. Weighing up a list of things he needs to study versus how much he needs you right now, he considers it.

Obviously, as always with Satoru, you take priority.

The timer is still quietly humming in the background, even as your boyfriend gives in and starts fucking you properly, groaning in relief when he realises he can take his time now. He melts into your body as you eagerly return the favour, softly scratching your nails along his nape for comfort as Satoru melds your insides to the shape of his cock.

But then the timer just keeps pinging- incessantly, in fact, and a shallow wave of guilt washes over him like ice water. “I have to study.” He announces, pulling out immediately and staring at the floor instead of your incredulous face.

“Are you serious?” You say, “I’m completely naked, in your bed, you were just fucking me and now you’re studying?”

“I’m sorry!” He whines, pulling up his underwear and scrambling for a pen that still has ink. “I’m stressed!”

You don't bother making a cliche 'stress reliever girlfriend' joke. Instead, you groan indignantly and tug the sheets over yourself, loosely flopping onto your side to lazily watch the lean muscles in his back flex as he reaches for the plastic ruler strewn in the far corner of his desk.

“I’ll wait.” You sigh, gazing at him, “but not with enthusiasm.”

Satoru glances over at you then, hand stilling on the sheet of paper he's highlighting. You’re still naked, the cover slipping cosily across the curve of your body under the duvet to reveal just a hint of cleavage and the skin he so, so desperately wants to touch. Hair spills messily over your shoulder from where you didn’t bother fixing it after he pulled out, and he gulps at just how pretty you look.

“Are you studying or not?”

Satoru already knows he isn’t lasting the next twenty-five minutes.

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[cumchiato]

୨୧ — You knew exactly what game you were playing- the sideway glances, brushes against Sukuna's thigh at breakfast, the way you bent over in that flimsy excuse for a skirt, ass practically begging for his handprint.

The final straw was the coffee shop, it had been calculated, deliberate- the way you'd pressed your tits against the counter, the sultry drop in your voice as you addressed the young barista who always served you. Sukuna stood rigid beside you, one massive hand wrapped around your daughter's tiny fingers, watching with murderous intensity as you let your fingers caress the barista's wrist like a fucking promise.

“Awh, you're wonderful,” you'd purred, “you always make the best coffee. I don't know how you do it.”

The barista had flushed, clearly imagining things he had no right to think about... Clearly oblivious to the death sentence being written in the crimson eyes boring into his skull.

Sukuna's hand had tightened around his daughter's, not enough to hurt -he was always careful with her- but enough that had her squeezing back with all her might. She had looked up at her father, giggling, “Papa doesn't like that man,” she'd announced plainly, loud enough for nearby customers to hear, “His face gets all scary when mama talks to him.”

Sukuna's lip had twitched, the barest hint of approval at his daughter's observation. He'd crouched down to her level, eyes softening just for her as they always did, “Smart girl,” he'd murmured, ruffling her hair gently.

Two fucking days without him- two days of him handling “business” that left him coming home with blood under his fingernails. Two days of an empty bed and pent up need that had you resorting to these dangerous games.

Now, with your daughter finally asleep, you hear him stalking down the hall. You're in the bathroom, dressed in nothing but his white t-shirt, bent over the counter in a pose that's anything but innocent. Pretending to pluck your eyebrows.

The bathroom door whumps against the wall hard enough to rattle the medicine cabinet. You freeze, tweezers hovering near your eyebrow. In the fog streaked mirror, his reflection looms like a nightmare carved from granite- jaw clenched, veins snaking down his neck. “Think you're fucking clever, don't you?” His voice is dangerously soft, “Teasing me in front of our own kid, knowing i wouldn't act up in front of her.”

“I don't know what you're talking abou-“

The lie earns you exactly what you wanted- one massive arm snaking around your neck in a controlled chokehold. His other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise, yanking you back against his rigid cock, “You've been asking for it since I got back. Teasing me, flaunting yourself at that pathetic barista.”

“Two days,” you gasp, “You left me alone for two days.”

His laugh is a dark thing against your neck, “So you decide to pull this shit?”

“Y-yes,” you managed, voice breathy and tight as his chokehold tightened fractionally, enough to make your vision blur, enough to remind you of his absolute control over your body in this moment.

“You know there are better ways to get my attention than flirting with some worthless shit who makes coffee for a living,” he growled, his free hand moving to your breast, squeezing roughly through your shirt. “Ways that don't make me want to drag you out of a public place by your hair.”

“This is s'more fun,” you gasped as his fingers found your nipple.

Sukuna's eyes darkened dangerously in the bathroom mirror, “Fun?” he growled, his other arm snaked around your neck in a vicious headlock, his tattooed bicep crushing against your throat as he twisted your nipple between his fingers, “You think playing with fire is fun, woman?”

His free hand abandoned your breast, dropping to yank up the t-shirt -his t-shirt- that barely covered your ass. He exposed your bare cunt to the cool bathroom air, your puffy pussy lips already drenched with your slick.

“No panties,” he observed, voice deadly calm, “Walking around my house, taking care of my kid, dressed like a fucking whore with your cunt ready to be split open on my cock.”

His large hand came down on your ass with a resounding crack. “Two days,” he mocked, delivering another sharp slap, “Two fucking days handling business, and you act like a bitch in heat the minute I'm back, practically drooling over some coffee boy's dick...”

“I- I missed you,” you admitted breathlessly, grinding your ass back against his hardening bulge.

“Missed me?” Another devastating smack landed, “Or missed getting your needy cunt stuffed full of my cock?”

His fingers roughly parted your folds, finding you embarrassingly wet, “Fucking soaked,” he hissed, plunging two fingers knuckle-deep without warning, "Look at you dripping down your thighs just from being manhandled. What would that barista think seeing what a desperate cumslut you really are?”

Your walls clenched around his digits at the degradation, pussy practically weeping as he fingerfucked you just got you liked it. “P-lease,” you mewled, “m’need-”

“Please what, whore?” he demanded, curling his fingers to hit that spongy spot inside that made your knees buckle. “Please wreck your pussy? Please put you in your fucking place? Please remind you who this cunt belongs to?”

“Yes!” you sobbed, grinding shamelessly against his hand, “All -ohfuck- all of it!”

Sukuna's arm tightened around your throat, cutting off just enough air to make you lightheaded before releasing you only to fist your hair instead, wrenching your head back at a vicious angle.

“On your knees,” he ordered as he withdrew his fingers to unbuckle his belt.

You dropped to the cold tile without hesitation, spinning to face him as he pulled out his cock- thick as your wrist, veined, the swollen head already leaking precum. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of it.

“This what you been thinking about while I’ve been away?” he asked, fisting his length and slapping it across your cheek, smearing his precum on your skin. “This fat cock that you'd risk pissing me off for?”

“Always,” you admitted shamelessly, eyes locked on his, tongue darting out to taste him.

“Show me,” he demanded, pressing his cockhead against your lips, “Show me how much youve missed this- missed me…”

You parted your mouth obediently, taking him as deep as you could in one gulp. His fist tightened in your hair, holding you in place as your throat convulsed around his girth.

“Fuck,” he grunted, the first crack in his control, “Look at you choking yourself on my cock like you were born for it. World’s prettiest mom on her knees acting like a whore on a corner.”

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled with his size- even after all these years you still weren’t used to his sheer size… but you didn't pull back. Instead you hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard while working your tongue against the thick vein on the underside. Knowing it would drive him insane and earn you a roses blush on his face~.

“That's it,” he praised, mouth hung open as he pants, “Use that pretty mouth for what it's good for.”

His hips began moving, small thrusts that gradually deepened until he was fucking your face, watching your makeup run and spit drip down your chin. You moaned around him, the vibrations making his thighs shake as he hits the back of your throat. His whole idea was to punish that mouth of yours for running it earlier, but he can’t stop thinking about fucking you- spilling inside you filling your womb… Yeah, he needed that. Now.

“Get up,” he ordered, yanking out suddenly, leaving you gasping and drooling- hauling you to your feet by your hair.

Before you could breathe, he bent you over the counter again, shoving your face against the cool surface. The position forcing your ass high, completely exposed and vulnerable for him to use you as he pleases.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded, one hand gripping your neck to pin you down.

You looked into the mirror best you could- flushed cheeks, mascara streaked, lips swollen and glistening. Behind you, Sukuna's tattooed form dominated like some ancient war god claiming his sacrifice.

“Who owns this pussy?” he asked, his cockhead pressing against your entrance but not entering.

“You do,” you gasped, trying to push back only to be held firmly in place, “Only you, Sukuna. No one else.”

“And who's the only one who gets to wreck it?” he continued, rubbing his length through your syrupy folds without giving you what you and he needed.

“You,” you repeated desperately, “Sukuna, Please- I need your cock inside me! I’m so sorr-“

“Not until you admit what a manipulative cocktease you've been today,” he snarled, delivering another spank to your reddened ass.

“I teased you!!! I teased you on purpose because I missed this- flirted with him to make you jealous-“

A smile curved his lips, “At least you're honest” he murmured, positioning himself again, “Now take what you've been begging for.”

He slammed into you with one thrust, splitting you open on his cock. The brutal stretch tore a scream from your throat that echoed off the walls. Sukuna's arm immediately locked around your neck in another chokehold.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed against your ear, his bicep crushing your windpipe, “Unless you want to wake our daughter and explain why mommy's getting her brains fucked out...”

When another moan escaped your lips, his arm tightened around your neck viciously, cutting off your air until black spots danced in your vision and your struggles grew weak.

“I said quiet,” he growled, his other hand gripped your hip with bruising force as he maintained his punishing rhythm.

His pace was relentless, each stroke hitting your cervix and that spongy spot inside that had your eyes rolling back. Every time you got too loud his arm flexed around your throat until your legs started to buckle.

“Gonna flood this tight cunt-,” he muttered, pace becoming erratic- his cock dragging against your walls, rubbing your gummy insides raw, “put another baby in your womb so that barista knows exactly who you spread your legs for.”

The image sent you hurtling toward the edge- you pregnant again, belly swollen with his child, undeniably his in every way possible.

“Yes-“ you agreed in the barest whisper, “d-do it, wan’it- want you to put another in me-“

His free hand found your clit, circling it until a frothy white mess of your cream formed around his base as he destroyed you.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered, his arm loosening around your throat.

It hits like a fuse- white noise, bright shards behind your eyelids, knees threatening to give. You don’t make a sound, not this time, your lips part on a silent cry, the mirror catching the moment you dissolve, your body seizing and fluttering against him until you’re boneless, breathless, trembling.

He follows a heartbeat later, the fluttering of your walls triggering his release- hot spurts of cum flooding your womb as he buried himself impossibly deep… driving you into the counter with one final, possessive grind. “Fuck-“ he groaned, as his body covered yours completely, his arm still locked around your throat, his breathing ragged…

For several long moments, neither of you moved, the only sounds your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the building's heating system. Finally, Sukuna straightened, carefully withdrawing before turning you to face him.

To your surprise, there was something almost tender in his expression now, the earlier fury burned away by release. One large hand came up to cup your face, thumb gently wiping away a tear you hadn't even realized had fallen.

“You don't need to pull that shit to get my attention,” he said quietly, crimson eyes searching yours. “I know two days is too long. I'll figure something out.”

The sudden vulnerability in his admission caught you off guard. This was the side of Sukuna no one ever saw- the man beneath the monster, capable of genuine emotion despite his best efforts to suppress it.

“I missed you,” you murmured, leaning into his touch. “Not just... this. You.”

Something softened in his gaze, “Could have just said that instead of eye fucking some random barista in front of our brat.”

A small smile curved your lips, “But then I wouldn't have gotten bent over the bathroom counter.”

Sukuna snorted, but there was amusement in his eyes now, “Manipulative little thing, aren't you?”

“I learned from the best,” you countered with a playful wink, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He lifted you with ease, carrying you out of the bathroom toward the bedroom. To your surprise, he didn't head straight for the bed, but made a detour down the hall, pushing open your daughter’s door with his foot.

The nightlight cast a soft glow over your daughter's sleeping form, her tiny chest rising and falling with peaceful breaths, one small hand clutching the stuffed duck Sukuna had won for her at a festival last summer.

Sukuna stood in the doorway, still holding you against his chest, something unreadable in his expression as he watched over his little girl.

“You really meant it?” he finally asked, voice barely audible, “About another one?”

The hesitation in his tone -so at odds with his usual confidence- made your heart skip a beat.

“Yes,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw, “i want that- another baby with you… Have for a while now, but… You and her have something so precious.”

Relief and satisfaction flickered across his face before he schooled his expression back to its usual impassive mask. “Good,” he said simply, pulling her door closed again before carrying you to your bedroom. “Because I wasn’t kidding about going back and showing that punk who knocked you up.”

[tteokdoroki]

owner!izuku and his pretty puppy hybrid that has an insatiable appetite for sex even when she’s not in heat. he loves her, he’ll always give her what she wants — fingers in her slick cunt and stroking her tail while she cums as he grades, toys shaped like his thick cock he can control from his class room while she rides it from home, hours and hours of missionary on the weekends because she wants to be breed until she can’t walk. but sometimes, izuku can’t keep up with her demand on top of parent teacher conferences and hero work … as much as it pains him.

owner!izuku who lets you pick from his friends, the ones you like who give you extra pets and treats when they think he’s not looking. kirishima who’s fun to go on walks with, katsuki who tries to be mean but spoils you anyway … sometimes kaminari who’s dumb enough to forget all the strict instructions izuku leaves for you while he’s out. he lets you pick because you’re too energetic to be left untouched, you need to be fucked out and subdued by the time he gets home on weeks where being a teacher clashes with being a hero.

owner!izuku who gives his friends a key and a schedule. swing by, play with the puppy, let him know how it goes. its more than permission to baby sit — its permission for kirishima to slip his cock down your throat and suck the slick from your folds at the same time, yanking that fluffy tail until you’re teary and trembling. ifs permission for katsuki to fold your knees into his chest, tripping and stumbling over his words in an attempt to remind you that good dogs use their manners when they’re begging for cock all while pumping his load into you, hot and sticky, fucking you until it clings to the walls of your puppycunt just like you’d wailed for. it’s permission for kaminari to tease you sensitive slit for hours on end, rubbing your clit until its heartbeat is raw, smacking that sopping mount until its swollen and the wag of your furry tail is weighed down by your own runny wetness.

it’s permission to take turns ruining you while owner!izuku is away. tire you out until you’re a pliant mess that still somehow needs her owner’s cock to settle down — despite the stretch and burn to your holes, the cum that dries against your skin like a signature. you’re easier to handle like this, izuku thinks, tasting the others on your cunt and against your flesh.

but as long as you’re happy and satisfied, he doesn’t mind who wrecks his puppy at all.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © TTEOKDOROKI 2020-26. all fanfics & layouts belong to me. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai, or recommend elsewhere.

[dotalicious]

pt. 1: here pt. 2: here

save me a spot | bakugo, k. + midoriya, i.

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, established relationship (polyamory), ANAL, double penetration, anilingus, blowjob, handjob, pinv, sex toys, public exhibition, softdom!izuku, switch!katsuki, sub!fem!afab!bratty!reader (crybabyish), fluffy in a smut way, little bit of brat taming, katsuki is MEAN, humilation (?), canon divergent (everybody is in university and are “collegiate” heroes, not touched on really too much though), degradation, fingering, double creampie (reader is established to be on birth control in previous fics), i decide to be a little funny in this, nudes get taken and swapped in this relationship, a small whisper of breeding kink

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: the speed i wrote this makes me wonder if i just really like anal. if i miss any warnings, tell me. i didn’t sit to proofread this because its like 5k~ words, but i edit as i write so

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: in the hopes of getting to do double penetration with your boyfriends, you go on a secret, ass training journey, and get caught red-handed along the way

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after a month in making your relationship with katsuki and izuku official, your search history had become embarrassingly depraved. at first, for about two weeks, you were scouring polyamory subreddits, trying to getting a grasp on potential challenges to watch out for. once you felt that you understood all that you needed to know, your curiosity began to shift towards other aspects of your relationship. sexual aspects.

specifically, double penetration.

you had two boyfriends! it wasn’t a crazy thought to think about, right? especially when one of your boyfriends, izuku, was the one who brought it up to you in the first place. thus, over the next two months after that first month, you had been determined to be an expert in all things anal play.

the first week of your journey, you had spent it researching how exactly to get started— as well as what were the best toys to get. you were too embarrassed in asking your boyfriends for advice, despite katsuki being well-knowledgable on the topic, and ended up watching more videos than you intended of girls impaling themselves on ginormous dragon shaped dicks. although hot, it was terrifying. after getting off the porn sites and just reading articles, your efforts proved to be more fruitful.

therefore, by the second week, you purchased a dilator set (even though you knew katsuki had a box underneath his bed, you decided against being cost efficient), a lot of lube. a butt plug, and a dildo loosely around the same length and girth of the two men you were dating. previously, the only sex toys you had in your possession was one measly rose toy lying around in your night-stand drawer, which you had only bought out of curiosity around the time it was some joke on twitter, and used it sparingly. needless to say, masturbating with toys every two to three days in an effort to train your ass was something you had to adjust to.

however, the hardest part about the first time you douched yourself was simply installing the shower hose you bought off amazon. other than that, since then, you had gotten used to the sensation, making great strides in your journey to get dicked down by your boyfriends at the same time.

as the weeks went by, you had slowly but surely worked up the different sizes of your kit. thus, by the time week seven rolled around, you decided it was time to conduct an experiment: for one whole day, you were going to wear a butt plug.

unfortunately, the day you planned to do this challenge, was the day you had forgotten that you and your boyfriends were going out on a date to a newly opened mall near your university. as you all wore disguises to hide from running into adoring fans or paparazzi, you were glad your sunglasses and face mask hid your spaced-out expression. although you weren’t one to have thought you’d like public exhibition, katsuki’s hand cradling the nape of your neck as you three window shopped, along with the sensation of your walls clenching around the metal with every step you took, all while being in public with nobody knowing any better, was making you think otherwise.

“you’re squeezing her neck too hard, babe,” izuku murmured to katsuki when the three of you stopped in front of an arcade, noticing how you kept on gripping his hand tight every now and then.

katsuki raised an eyebrow, snapping out of his mindlessness, and glanced downwards, met with the sight of your lips pursed in what he assumed was discomfort. “oh, shit— sorry, baby,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“it’s, it’s okay— it’s nothing,” you exhaled, trying not to slur your words as his chest pressed against your cheek.

the most challenging part of that day was probably when the three of you were cramped into a photo booth and you were sat upon the lap of katsuki, who could not for the life of him, stop bouncing his leg, thereby grinding the toy in your ass deeper.

“how can it be that hard to use apple pay?” katsuki sighed, exasperated as izuku continued to fumble with tapping his phone against the card reader.

“well, i’m tapping it… but it’s not tapping— oh, there — okay, get ready!” izuku said as he squeezed himself inside the booth. the concept of the photos were cute and simple— three frames in a reel and each frame two people would turn to the third and kiss their cheek. however, when it was your turn to be kissed and izuku and katsuki turned towards you, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes tight as you came right then and there at the contact, biting your lower lip to stifle an escaping noise from you.

luckily, your reaction managed to go relatively unnoticed, with izuku only pointing out that your face in the filmstrip looked pretty erotic when it printed out, and laughed about it with katsuki— but overall, both men seemed completely oblivious.

but lord, weren’t you a pervert… especially now, as you were shakily lowering yourself down onto six inches of silicone, the suction base sticking to the yoga mat you put under you for cushioning seeming to present the dildo like a trophy, celebrating all the hard work you put in over the last two months. copious amounts of lube dripped down your thighs as you adjusted to the length, letting out a shaky laugh to yourself as you watched the toy disappear within your ass. your hands splayed themselves again the floor as you maintained your squat, raising your hips up… and then down. again and again. as you worked towards a faster pace, your eyes shut tight, trying to imagine riding one of your boyfriends, with the other one in the queue.

so lost in your fantasy, you didn’t hear when said two men had entered your apartment, takeaway bags rustling softly as they decided to surprise you with your favorite. you didn’t even hear when they called out your name down the hall.

it was, however, hard to miss their presence when your bedroom door swung open, and the two men were standing right there in front of you.

mortified, you hastily scrambled to hide behind the base of your bed, slipping off the dildo. out of all the vulnerable states to be in, never have you thought you’d ever be seen like this. “jesus— do you guys know how to fucking knock?!” you screeched.

as katsuki quickly went to close the door out of courtesy, you caught sight of izuku’s face glowing red and laughing into the other’s man shoulder — oh, my… — which only served to make you even more embarrassed.

you felt like you could die right then and there, frantically trying to find some underwear and shorts to put on, before making your way to the door, cracking it open just a little.

“hello?” you glare, demanding that they tell you what they were doing here, your eyes darting around as they finished whispering to each other.

“um,” katsuki starts, avoiding your gaze either out of fighting the urge to laugh or out fear of making you more upset. “we brought over food…”

“okay?” you asked as if you were supposed to care, letting the question hang in the air. as a silence stretched and the two men shared a glance, embarrassment washed over you once more and you let out a whine, completely losing your composure.

“why didn’t you guys send a text that you were cominggggg?!” you complain, flopping face-first onto your bed, kicking your feet in a mix of annoyance and humiliation.

the two of them enter the room, and izuku perches on the edge of the bed as you writhe in your embarrassment. “i’m sorry, baby,” he says softly, hiding a chuckle as he gently strokes your hair, trying to comfort you. “we thought you were napping or something and wanted to surprise you…”

meanwhile, katsuki had walked over to the area of the yoga mat, spotting the discarded toy which had rolled near your closet. “this thing’s too small,” he commented out loud, picking it up and examining it, much to your irritation.

“katsuki, put that down!” you barked, sitting up straight as a heat floods your face.

“babe, don’t tease her,” izuku says, trying not to laugh.

“but, look at this thing— how can you even feel anything?”

“it’s for practice,” you exclaim, “not for fucking… ugh…” your words trail off when you can't think of a comeback, and you slump backwards, your back meeting your mastress as you bury your face in your hands.

izuku's eyes follows katsuki’s hands as the blond places the toy onto your desk before coming to sit on the other side of you. “you did that whole thing on your first try?” izuku asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

“no,” you mumble, the sound muffled behind your hands. “i’ve been working up to it for a couple of months… i was trying to practice for…” your words are cut off with an exhale as you decide you don’t want to finish your sentence.

he comes to lay down beside you, resting his head on his arm, trying to soothe you. “for what, baby?” he encourages you.

“so that… so that i…” you let out another sigh, running your hands through your hair before tugging at the roots as you hesitate to explain. “so that i can do it with you guys… at the same time....”

“well,” katsuki cuts in with a short laugh, “then that’s definitely too small— have you taken a look at our dicks?”

“the other sizes were sold out,” you grit out, propping yourself up onto your elbows to glare at him. “your dick isn’t even that big, so shut up…”

“yeah?” he snorted, almost in disbelief you would ever say that. “didn’t sound small when i was fucking you into my couch last week.”

your cheeks heat up at the memory. you scoff, hiding your face into izuku’s chest, who wraps an arm around you as he tries to stifle a laugh at katsuki’s words. “whatever…” you say, dismissively.

that doesn’t stop katsuki from leaning close, his voice a low, teasing murmur. “nah, don’t give me that shit— weren’t you going on about how i was ‘so deep?’ fucking whinin’ for me to give you my babies?”

“i didn’t say that…”

“really?” katsuki asks, daring you to deny it again. “i got the video if you wanna see. izuku can vouch too— he’s seen it.”

not having a response again, you resort to empty threats. “what if i freaking punch you in the face?” you huff with knitted brows, an expression both men laugh at.

“put your hands on me and see if i don’t pound your ass until you can’t walk for a week,” he retorts. when you say nothing in reply, you can hear the grin spread across his face. “you’d like that though, huh? hole’s fucking twitching over the thought of it…”

“it’s not—”

“yeah? let me see.”

“no.”

“can i see?” izuku asks, his gentle tone cutting through the tension. your gaze flicks up to his, and you bite the inside of your cheek, stalling as his soft way of asking makes you nervous.

“no…” you hesitate, eyes darting away.

he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, murmuring against your hairline. “please, baby?”

when he talks like that, you can’t help but give in. grumbling, you turn onto your stomach, resting your head in your arms, letting him do whatever he wants. “…fine. whatever…”

with a shared grin between the two men, izuku’s hand tugs down your shorts by the waistband, along with your panties, sliding them off your legs. your face flushes as their hands poke and prod before finally spreading the fat of your ass apart to rim a finger around your rosebud.

“damn,” katsuki mumbles, adjusting the emerging hard-on in his jeans with a palm as he watches izuku dip a finger inside. “it’s like a pussy.”

“feels like one,” izuku mumurs.

a haze clouding over your mind, their ministrations and words go straight to your clit, and your thighs clench together as your pussy begins to feel ignored.

“is this what you were doing last week? when we were at the mall?” katsuki asks, leaning down to meet your eyes, snapping you out of it.

“h-huh?” you stammer, dumbfounded, squirming as izuku continues to play with your ass, his hand resting on your back to keep you steady.

“what— you don’t think we know how you look when you’re horny?”

“bit insulting,” izuku contributes, only adding to your flusteredness.

“you’re telling me,” katsuki chuckles, before turning his attention back to you. “we just thought you had a vibe in your pussy— you put it in your ass instead?”

your hands reached out towards a nearby pillow, clinging to it as you continued to hide your face. “it was a plug...” you confess, ears burning when you hear them snicker.

“that's a good idea,” izuku remarks. “should make kacchan walk around with one sometime.”

katsuki's eyes narrow at the other man, the smile on his face dropping momentarily. “like hell you are.”

izuku only lets out a teasing hum, before watching how his finger swirls around inside you with ease. “damn. can i stick my tongue in here, baby?” he asks you, although he was already lowering his face near.

“um, i don't...” you stammer, the idea of such making you a bit nervous. “no— i-it's probably going to feel weird…”

his breath is hot against your skin when he laughs, placing chaste kisses around the area. “it's not gonna feel weird, babe. i think you're gonna really like it.”

before you can protest further, he dives forward between your asscheeks, and plunges his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. you gasp, legs curling as he sucks and licks. “oh…! sh—!”

katsuki watches as your face contorts in pleasure, fishing his phone out of his pocket to capture the moment. your brow furrows when the flash goes off, and you wave your hands at him in annoyance. “katsuki, delete that!” you whine. “i don’t like when you take my face…”

he rolls his eyes, keeping the phone out of your reach. “you still got that photo of me with his dick over my eyes— didn’t delete it when i told you to.”

“it’s, mm— it’s hot though,” you pout.

“well, it’s hot seeing your ass get ate,” he promptly replies back, the tip of his tongue licking his back molars as he watches izuku get into it. not able to restrain himself, he crawls over you, his crotch — the bulge, thick and hard — pressing against the side of your cheek as he intertwines his hand with izuku’s hair and gently tugs, wordlessly asking for a kiss. izuku lifts his head, but not before giving you one last depraved slurp, smiling as katsuki’s teeth clash with his as they kiss, the blond so desperate to taste you on the other man’s tongue.

flipping onto your back, your pussy drools at the sight of them kissing. as they pull away, katsuki's eye catches yours, and he snickers at your expression. “fujoshi,” he accuses you.

you can feel the question marks pop over your head as your brows furrow, exclaiming, “what?!” at the allegation. katsuki just cackles, pressing a thumb down against the bead of your prettily presented pussy, causing your thighs to reactively clamp around his wrist.

“you like watching me kiss a boy,” he teases, wrangling your legs open to bring his thumb up to his mouth, and sucking off the slick sticking to it in an erotic display.

“that boy is my boyfriend!” you reply, flabbergasted at this logic, although you’re quickly distracted by the sensation of his thick fingers bullying their way into your pussy.

as you two bicker, izuku just giggles, lifting his shirt above his head to take it off. “she also likes to watching you suck a boy’s dick,” he adds to the list of evidence, fingers fidgeting with his belt before he slips it off.

you shoot a glare towards izuku, but whatever sharp remark you had ready dies on your tongue as your eyes catch sight of his muscular and scarred chest. as he finishes shimming off his pants, your gaze drifts lower, following his happy trail down to the heavy bulge in his briefs.

“you’re so easy,” katsuki laughs breathlessly, feeling how you clench around his fingers. “i don’t think i know anyone who loves cock as much as you.”

“th-that isn’t you?” you retort, which turns into a moan you try to stifle with a bite to your lower lip.

he rolls his eyes again, curling the pads of his fingers upwards, massaging that spongy spot inside. “keep talking like that,” he warns, “and i’m not gonna help with your little perverted fantasy.” when you only kiss your teeth as a response, he can’t help but have a smug smile on his face.

“i feel like you’re looking forward to it more,” izuku says to him, finally freeing himself from his underwear, and then poking the flared tip of his shaft against your cheek in hopes you’ll suck him off. your eyes flick to his, narrowing ever so slightly, yet you still prop yourself up onto your elbow, and languidly take him into your mouth, listening as a groan escapes him.

katsuki doesn’t reply immediately, too busy taking his fingers out of you and watching how both of your holes flutter around nothing at the lost of warmth. his tongue runs the length of his finger, absentmindly sucking your arousal off his digits. hurriedly, he then undresses himself, taking off the white wifebeater he was wearing, along with his pants and boxers. “i never said it said it was a bad fantasy,” he finally says, before slapping the tip of his newly freed dick against your heat.

you can’t help but whimper around izuku’s length as katsuki’s cockhead slides up and down your slit, your entrance so desperately trying to suck him in. “i kinda wish we didn’t walk in on her,” izuku mumbles, eyes half-lidded as you bob your head up and down his cock. “god, it would’ve been so cute for her to come to us and ask about it.”

“shit, you’re right— fucking twiddling her thumbs as she tells us she’s been stretching her ass…” katsuki murmurs and you can feel his shaft twitch against your folds as he steels himself from shoving his dick inside you with a grip of your hips. “all shy and shit… damn, i’m getting a bit dizzy thinking about it.”

as izuku laughs, you fall for the bait, peeing your mouth off of him. “i wouldn’t have gotten shy,” you scoff, your unthreatening glare bouncing between the two men.

“is that so?” izuku chuckles, leaning back to take a seat on the bed. “then why don’t you ask us right now?”

you eat your words as you're suddenly unsure how exactly to go about your request, your mouth opening, and then closing when no words come out. thinking quickly, you instead look upwards at izuku, flashing your best puppy dog eyes before slowly wrapping your pretty fingers around his dick and giving him a few strokes, pre and spit mixing together as you do. by how he throbs in your palm, for a moment, you think he’ll give you what you want.

unfortunately for you, izuku’s discipline was like no other. amused by your antics, his index and thumb grab the fat of your cheek, pinching it. “out loud, baby.”

a frown tugs at your lips as you swat his hand away, and he lets out a low laugh at your frustration. “just say how you feel, babe,” katsuki cooes, lurching over you suddenly to whisper hot against the shell of your ear. “talk about how badly you want us to wreck your holes until you can’t think about anything but dick. here— i’ll help you,” — his fingers glide along your jaw before gripping it, guiding your movements as if to make you speak — “—i wanna be fucked like the whore i am.”

you let out a whine at how he pitches his voice up to mock you, gently pushing him out of your face, which only makes both of them laugh at your reaction. “can’t you just do it already?”

“do what, my love?” izuku asks with faux innocence, tilting his head like a cute little puppy, but he was anything but.

“fuck me…” you mumble, shyly.

your boyfriends exchange a glance, each looking to other to see if they were satisfied with your response.

“well,” izuku says, his thumb caressing your face. “who do you want where?”

your mind feels a bit lightheaded as you think about the specifics— imagining the pace, the sweat, the feeling of being full. “um… i don’t care…” you say, avoiding their gaze.

katsuki grins, his hands moving swiftly to scoop you up. “so desperate for dick it doesn’t matter?” before you can even deny the accusation, you’re wrangled against his lap — ah! — as he moves to go sit against the headboard of your bed, your back against his chest.

“no— and don’t fucking manhandle me,” you huff. however, at the feeling of the swollen head of his shaft poking at your budding hole, you go quiet, a swirl of anticipation and nerves now coursing through your body.

a mean-sounding laugh escapes katsuki at your sudden silence, his hands running up and down your sides before quickly slipping off the thin tank top you were wearing over your head. “you like being manhandled, don’t lie,” he says with a smirk, rolling his eyes.

trying to ground yourself, your eyes drift to izuku as he crawls to sit in front of you and katsuki, intending to enter you as well. in a moment of panic, you flail your hands around, motioning for them to slow down. “w-wait, wait, not at the same time… i need to get used to it there,” you choke out, looking like a frightened animal.

the fear in your voice makes katsuki soften and izuku pause. “i’ll go slow, baby,” katsuki assures you, whispering against your jaw before placing a kiss, which turns into a bite. he snickers at your following whine, letting you push his face away, and motions for izuku to hand him the bottle of lube sitting on your night stand. once the other man does, katsuki pours a generous amount onto his dick, letting out a hiss at the cool sensation. finally, inch by inch, he sinks you down onto his cock. tremors in your chest ripple throughout your body as the stretch is a bit more intense than what you had trained for, and your nails dig into the sides of his meaty thighs as you take him to the base.

“fuuuuuuuck,” katuski groans, leaning over to kiss away your runaway tears as you whimper and sniffle. “you’re okay, you’re okay— you’re such a good girl… training to take it up your ass for how long?”

“t-two months,” you fuss, taking a shaky, trembling breath, the walls of your cavity tensing and clenching around him.

“yeah, you did a good job, baby— it’s a shame that, fuck, that toy you got was a couple inches off, but you still are doing it, huh? we’ll get you a toy that’s got a curve like mine, cause i don’t think you were prepared for that, heh…”

“katsuki, c-can you just shut up for a moment?” you snap, not meaning to sound so harsh— simply overwhelmed. at your request, he complies, but not without a knowing smile, silently apologizing for talking so much with a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“you know, we can make molds of our dicks to give her,” izuku says to katsuki as he monitors your demeanor for an indication that you were ready for him.

“wonder which one she’ll use more,” katsuki chuckles, letting out another hiss when you squeeze tight around him, clearly sensitive to the vibrations of his laugh against your body.

“stop talkinggg,” you whine again.

izuku clicks his tongue, his face leaning close to yours. “is it too much, honey?” he asks, his tone gentle. in response, you shake your head, still sniffling as his fingers caress your chin— however, the feeling ultimately distracts you from realizing how the tip of his dick had begun to nestle along the folds of your pussy.

“just focus on kissing me, okay?” he says softly, before brushing his lips against yours and slowly inserting himself into your heat. clumsy hands grip the sides of his face as you two kiss, your brain melting as you focus on the feeling of his tongue against yours instead of the hot stretch. eventually, you can feel the crown of his cock fitting snugly against your cervix as you take him to the hilt, panting to catch your breath as you pull away.

with only a thin layer of skin separating them, all of you can feel how their dicks rub against each other, as well as how your insides massage their lengths with every micro-movement.

“shit,” katsuki moans, wiping some dribble off his chin. “i can feel your dick fuckin’, throbbing inside her.”

“yeah,” izuku mumbles ever so eloquently, a tongue darting out to wet his lips, entranced by the never before felt sensation.

you yelp as katsuki shifts his position, leaning back so that he was laying down to allow izuku to thrust more easily. with katsuki’s hands lifting up your legs by the underside of your thighs, izuku’s find purchase on your waist. once you’re finally comfortable, izuku slowly begins to move.

each long, deep stroke from izuku is addicting for the three of you and you can’t help but feel incredibly awarded for the weeks of prep it took you to get you here. noticing how you were already gasping and panting, katsuki moves in slow juts, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. however, as his eyes trail from izuku’s glistening form down to your bouncing tits, he can’t help himself from indulging further. “damn, this is fucking hot,” he babbles, a hand slithering up to play with your breast, pulling and fiddling with the nipple, as his thrusts become not unlike a jackhammer.

“oh, fuck!” you cry out, your hands shooting out to cling onto izuku’s neck as the two men begin to piston in and out of you, heavy balls slapping against your skin intensely so. their rhythms never quite sync up, making it hard to focus on a specific pleasure, and the trail of open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck from katsuki as he tries to focus on not cumming so fast, only sends you further down your sprial.

looking over your expression, izuku asks, “is it as good as your toys?” before reaching down to play with your clit, making you squeal.

“y-yes, er, wait, no... i... ooh!”

he lets out a laugh at you get confused by his wording, not meaning to do so. “it’s better, right?”

“i would hope it’s better,” katsuki mutters, eyes shutting tight as it feels like your ass is milking him. “cheap ass toys can’t fucking fold her in half. or tease her nipples until they’re puffy.”

“they’re not cheap,” you huff.

through his daze, izuku’s eyebrows furrow. “how much were they?”

“like — mmf — like, $150…”

“$150 to play with your ass,” katsuki chuckles, nibbling on the lobe of your ear. “i’ll pay you back, every penny and more, okay?”

although you understand he meant that he doesn’t want you to pay for things in your life, your eyebrows knit together. you delay your response for a moment, too busy concentrating on how their movements start to stutter— their cocks pulsating inside you as they near their climaxes. “i-i’m not a hooker…” you pout out at last, only for it to be replaced with a whimper as katsuki angles you so izuku can thrust deeper, the latter’s cockhead dragging itself against your walls and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“you sound like one,” he smirks, hissing when the muscles of your asshole flutter wildly around his shaft, the grip like a vice now.

“looks like one,” izuku adds on, laughing breathlessly. “both holes gaping like crazy right now— like a fucking pornstar.”

your brows furrow at their rough wording— and yet but you can’t help but squeeze down on them tighter. “don’t say that!” you mewl, which katsuki shuts up with a deep kiss.

“it’s okay, baby,” katsuki mumbles against your lips, his pace sputtering as it feels like his dick is going to melt off soon. “you can just be our personal, fuck, little pornstar.”

izuku snickers at katsuki’s teasings towards you, as well as how the latter begins to lose his composure. he dips down, past your shoulder, and threads his hand through the blond’s hair, giving his roots a gentle tug. “babe, kiss me,” he murmurs and katsuki unabashedly moans, doing exactly that.

as the sound of their sloppy kisses fills your ears, the noise reverberating in your brain— making you light headed, the wound up coil in your lower abdomen snaps — ah! imm, fuck— imcummingimcumming! — your orgasm mulling theirs over, moans and groans filling up the room. thick ropes of cum flood your holes as the wave of ecstasy crashes down on the three of you, and you can feel their dicks throbbing against each other almost in unison when it’s all finished.

when the two men pull away from each other, you chase after izuku’s lips with your own, needing some stability as you ride out the aftershocks. as you kiss, he collapses on top of you and you find yourself squished between two sweaty and hard bodies, the pressure against you causing their cum inside to leak down your thighs.

after the three of you take the time to catch your breaths, they finally pull out of you, wet pop after wet pop, and gently move you to lay in between them as they cuddle, basking in the aftermath.

“damn,” katsuki’s hoarse voice breaks through the silence once a long while passes, “that was good.”

the obvious statement makes you and izuku giggle. as you close your eyes to take another breather, feeling a bit nasty from how much jizz was inside you, your thoughts were rudely interupted by a wandering hand.

“izu, stop that,” you whine, sucking your teeth as his fingers gently dance along the rim of your gaping asshole, mindlessly swirling his and katsuki’s cum together like you were some sort of fidget toy.

“sorry,” he mumbles with a smile, pressing a kiss to your temple, and patting your thigh. “just excited for my turn to try out your new party trick— so hurry and tighten up again, okay? because i got a couple more in me.”

and so, after several more rounds that night — each one claimed to be the last — your boyfriends ended up having to spoon feed you the food they had brought over as you laid in bed, body aching and completely bedridden. in hindsight, while the following sex ban you implemented for the next two weeks seemed like a good idea…

it was not.

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[madamechrissy]

love it when you hate me

You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?

pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader

warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, not stepcest but they joke about it, drinking, degradation, sadistic Sukuna, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving) creampie, finger sucking, they hate e/o, reader has SO MANY mommy issues, she's a hot mess and needs therapy tbh but dick works for now - Sukuna enjoys reader's damage </3

this is fully finished, I'm sharing here weekly (six parts) Every Monday night. be warned this is freaky lmao - tags open, comment if you'd like to be on the list <3

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chap one

Your older sister was getting married, your mom’s pride and joy – fuck, everyone in your family saw her as that. A lawyer, successful, kind, fuck she does charity in her free time. Everyone who meets her absolutely loves her, and how can you blame them when you love her just as much? Even if you resent being the clear ‘least favorite’ from your mom, you can’t ever blame her.

You however?

A hot mess to put it nicely – you have two degrees which is pretty cool but you aren’t using either, instead trying to make a career out of your music which is basically a fucking pipe dream. ‘All that wasted potential!’ your family says constantly, at any get together you have, for the fact you chose to live alone and drop out of college to pursue your dreams.

You get it, you’re broke and struggling in a family of rich people, ones who have country club memberships and never worried for a fucking thing. You’re not up to their standard, throwing back a tequila shot the night before your sister’s rehearsal dinner. Fuck you’ve barely had the money to stay in one of their dumb suites they reserved for everyone, so this shot thankfully was on the house.

You smile and thank the man next to you, who asks you to throw in on a game of pool. Forever ‘single’ that’s another reason for the family to worry, you’re twenty four now, shouldn’t you be at least engaged? Your sister is only one year older and getting married this weekend, already four years into a relationship.

Problem is, you don’t really like people, and you sure the fuck don’t like many men.

You fuck, you’re not without your needs or anything, you have a couple friends that take care of you, and you return that. But it’s casual, it’s easy. There’s not a connection with either of them and no feelings, you get dick and you sort of just move on from it with a friendly hug goodbye, moving on to whatever city you’re performing in that week.

You’ve made a little bit of a name for yourself, you even have a following, but shit like that wouldn’t make ‘mommy dearest’ proud, and you’re not sure you really care if you do or not. You never fit in growing up as it was, the outlier, the outsider really, never even getting along with her string of ‘step dads’ or whatever you’d call the men she brought around - except one, of course.

Her last one was the worst.

Sukuna.

Just the thoughts of that arrogant man make your blood pressure rise, remembering just how much you hated him when you’d had to stay at your mom’s for a few months. Arrogant, cocky and overall so rude, you weren’t sure how she even got with him with his gruff nature aside from that man’s body.

Swimming in the same pool at eighteen near him had been absolutely brutal to your psyche at the time, no one needed that many slutty tattoos all over their fucking body, surely! You sigh now, thinking of that while some man walks up near you, and a familiar scent hits your nostrils.

Musky, heady, something you can’t quite place, a rolex glinting off a tattooed hand, business jacket adorning some man’s body. It takes you a moment to register it, dumb from his cologne, whatever it was fucked up your senses, the poor guy who bought you the drink is babbling on while your cunt is dripping from a scent.

The fuck sort of pheremones are in this shit!?

You clear your throat, he’s too close to you, this tall man, with tattoos that you just can’t rip your eyes away from, adorning huge hands with raised blue and purple veins underneath taut skin. The music and lights of the bar all fade, like some dumb movie you’d watch, your thighs pressing together, trying to rip your gaze from him and focus.

“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks,” you hear it then, there’s no mistaking that voice, the one that used to make you so fucking angry, the man who’d had your mother dumb in love. You glare up then, for him to look down at you, taking his glass and smirking, ruby eyes lidded as he studies you. “Ah, it’s the brat.”

“The brat? Excuse me?” You roll your eyes at him, while Sukuna studies just how fucking sexy you look right now.

You’re a little older now, you lost some of that baby face, becoming even more pretty, a sharper jut to your chin, narrowed eyes with your lips all glossy and pursed together in irritation. Your hair falls against bare shoulders, you’ve got a different style than you did then to it, silky against your bare skin in that slutty little excuse for an outfit you’re wearing.

He drifts his gaze down to breasts begging for his hands, nipples pressing against pathetic fucking material, some velvet and lace bodice that should be in a bedroom only. He resists the urge to throw his coat over you, before eyeing the boy behind you trying to make conversation.

He gives him such a look that the boy literally fucking runs away, much to Sukuna’s amusement, smirking when you look over your shoulder. “Huh, looks like he got annoyed by you finally.”

“You’re still such a dick, nothing’s changed, huh?” You scoff, rolling your eyes then, he sits down casually, eyeing your empty glass.

“Want a drink?” You pause then, his thigh is brushing against yours, he’s close - too close again. “You’re old enough now, yeah?”

“Twenty-five. And you? Fifty yet?”

“You’re still bitchy as ever,” he rolls his eyes at you, leaning back on the seat a bit, sipping his glass, you watch his adam’s apple bob, the dark lights glinting off his frosty pink locks. “Thirty five.”

“I forgot mom was a cougar,” he chuckles a bit, the sound throaty and doing too much. “You still talk to her?”

“Yeah, I do. She invited me to your sister’s wedding. Me and her were pretty cool with each other – you were the little brat.”

“Yeah well sorry I didn’t want you trying to tell me what to do,” he leans forward, a fist under his chin, elbow on the bar.

“Your mom still a bitch to you?”

You pause, blinking a bit. “She’s always disappointed, if that’s what you mean, she’ll always be her favorite.”

Sukuna pauses a bit, the reason he and your mother didn’t work out had a lot to do with how stuck up and pretentious she was, of course she was beautiful and fun for the time, but she also just didn’t give a fuck. Especially about you from what he can briefly remember sticking around when you were eighteen and trying to figure out college.

“You got invited, huh?” He blinks a bit, the past slipping some. “Mom want some dick again?”

He laughs then, a husky, throaty laugh, running a hand through his hair. “If she does, I sure won’t be giving it to her.”

“What are you dating? My condolences to her.” His eyes narrow at your mean little smile.

“Nope,” he taps your glass again. “Do you want a drink or not?”

“I dunno, former step-dad.”

He scowls now, you’re giggling until he leans far too close, lips a breath away from yours. “Never was your fucking ‘step dad’. Unless,” his fingers drift across your cheek now. “You wanted me to be, ya got that many mommy issues?”

“You fucking wish,” you slap his hand, scowling up at him, meeting his energy in that moment. “Get me one then.”

“What little bitch drink are you having?”

“Dirty shirley.”

He laughs at you again, you shove his big ass, feeling those biceps under your hand. “The bitchiest of drinks.”

“Oh fuck you,” he chuckles and orders you one anyway, judgy as fuck when the bartender pops in a pretty cherry. “Thanks I guess.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you brush your hair back off your shoulders, exposing far too much of your pretty shoulders, lips wrapping around the straw. “Drinking your sorrows?”

“What do you care?”

“We’re both here, might as well catch up with my former almost step daughter.” You shove at his big body, he snorts in laughter, irritating you to no end. “Thought this was your kink.”

“Psh, you’re so annoying I swear. I’m doing music and busy being the family disappointment.” You raise your glass in a toast, he can’t stop the grin on his face.

“Could disappoint them more.”

“You think so?” He leans back, putting the crystal glass back up to his lips.

“Of course you can. You could become a stripper, they'd love that.”

“Shit, I could, maybe dance at the bachelor party?”

“There you go, that’d really get ‘em going,” you laugh then, the sound too pleasing to his ears. “You’re failing at being the disappointment.”

“I am, truly,” something feels almost comfortable about Sukuna in that moment, you try to ignore how sexy he looks when he loosens his black tie, swallowing more of your pink drink down. “I never liked you.”

“I know,” the lights flit a bit, casting shadows on a face that looks a little too fucking good to your buzzed senses. “I didn’t like you much, just a little brat. You still are it seems.”

“You’re still a dick it seems,” Sukuna just winks at you. “And pretentious.”

“Any other words?”

“Obnoxius, rude, annoying-”

“Just say you wanna fuck me already,” you shove at him again. “You ready for the wedding then? Gonna be in some ugly bridesmaid dress?”

“Of course I will be, it’s the ugliest thing I’ve seen too.” You pick up your phone, showing him a picture of you in it.

“Disgusting.”

“I know!”

“You’ll look like a fucking yellow bird in that thing.”

“It’s so ugly, I have to wear it to the rehearsal dinner too. Are you going to that?” 

“I am, I’m not looking forward to seeing your mom again.”

“Aw,” you trail your fingers up his chest teasingly, a pout on your face. “Poor Sukuna, did she break your wittle heart?”

“You’re such a little brat,” he snatches your wrist then, big fingers entrapping it, leaning close to you. “You know your mom.”

“Not quite like you.”

“We’ve both been inside her tech– shit come back!?” You’re already hopping your drunk ass off the seat.

“I’ll deal with you tomorrow,” you mumble, so done with him then, yet he’s following you. “Are you bored?”

“Are you mad?” You scowl at him now, standing towards the entrance, your jacket slung over your arm. “Upset it isn’t you?”

“You’re trying to piss me off, doesn’t make any sense either, I won’t get you hooked back up with mommy.”

“You keep bringing her up,” he leans low, brushing your hair back, you tremble just a bit at the proximity. “You look good as fuck, y’know that?”

“Oh shut up,” you shove at him again. “What, do I look like mom?”

“Much hotter,” you scoff then, but the words have their fucked effect, his big hand on your waist with his lips against your ear when you phone rings. He pulls back and you take a step away, outside catching your breath. The fucker follows you out, lighting up a cigarette casually.

“Yeah, what’s up mom?” You ask, eyes flitting over to Sukuna’s form, leaning against the brick wall.

“What are you doing, I need you to help with plans! This is your sister’s wedding, you know!” Your jaw sets, hands clutching the phone tightly.

“Mom I’ve helped a ton, I just really needed a break.”

“And where are you – let me guess, drinking?”

“And?”

Her sigh of disappointment is louder than anything. “Get yourself together, your sister at your age was already engaged! She was in charity events and-”

“Yeah, I’m aware she’s perfect,” your voice is quiet, but Sukuna hears it, taking a drag on his cigarette, poking around on his own phone. “You don’t have to constantly remind me.”

“Maybe it will be motivational,” you almost laugh at her then. “Fine just don’t show up hungover to this rehearsal, the entire family will be there.”

“And they’ll all be drinking anyway, but sure I will be bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

“I’ll see you then.” She hangs up, you look up at the night sky for a moment, seeing the soft twinkling of the stars, before looking back.

“You smoke now?”

“Bad habit I picked up,” he murmurs, lips wrapping around it to take another drag, puff of smoke rising into the air, he flicks it quickly, hands back in his pockets. “Does mommy want you to leave?”

You laugh a bit without humor then, eyeing the time. “It is eleven, but I have my own suite, she just wants to have plenty of control.”

“Ya gonna give it to her?” You walk over then, shaking your head and brushing past him to the door.

“Wanna play darts?”

He grins, and soon the two of you are going head to head, and fuck Sukuna is competitive at it. They fly with expert precision, zooming past and landing bulls eyes over and over, your own join and meet his, red and black darts scattered all across the board. He’s got you another drink, you’re throwing back a shot with him and laughing, it’s far, far too easy to be around him.

Something you really never expected was that, Sukuna being easy to be around, he was intelligent and sarcastic as can be, but ultimately just fun. You’re laughing so much you almost forget the shitty mindset you were in before, a little too close to him when it’s your turn, soon people are watching you two, seeing the insane back to back competition.

“Hah, I owned your ass!” You flip him off as you pull back your last dart on the board, a big grin on your face that Sukuna finds far too attractive, it’s entirely impossible to register you as the same girl who used to piss him off all the time.

When he dated your mom you hated him, but you also seemed to not be able to stand your own mother. At first it seemed you were just a little brat or something, but he realized that there was clearly more to it in time. You never failed to stick your tongue out at him or 

“I guess you did win,” Sukuna leans too close, chest right against your face as he pulls out your winning dart, you inhale that cologne, tummy tightening with his every movement. “What do you want for winning?”

“I get something, huh?” He nods, his hand slipping across your bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in its trail.

“What would you want me to do, huh brat?”

“You’re at my mercy?” You raise a brow, body thrumming with a heady mix of desire and how fucked up this would be, to do what you’re thinking of with him.

“Never mind, you look scary as fuck, whatever you’re thinking,” he goes to pull away when you tug at his tie, pulling him down to you. “What is it?”

“Make me cum.”

Sukuna doesn’t spend another minute before he’s kissing you right there, lips mean and messy, hands slipping up your hips to tug you against him, leaning you against the wall with his hard body pressed against you. You gasp out, letting his tongue slip in, the faint taste of cigarettes and whiskey lingering on his lips. Sukuna moans and his hands grip your ass right there.

“Not here, are you insane?” You pull back and see his grin plastered on his face now.

“Make you cum, been a while?” He cups your face in a way that’s anything but delicate or sweet.

“Maybe,” you admit, his thigh pressing against your heat, pressing up so that you’re right against him.

“Fingers or mouth?” You blink in surprise then, flushing and looking down, Sukuna chuckles. “Cock? All three?”

“You’re slutty.”

“You’re slutty,” you kiss him again, the alcohol making your head swirl, any decisions being made in your brain shoved away for just how wet you are. “Slutty and soaking wet.”

“Shh,” you grab his wrist, navigating your way through the sea of bodies until you’re both stumbling into a bathroom, he tugs down your top, moaning.

“Filled out-”

“I will hit you,” he snorts and picks you up like you’re fucking nothing, dragging you over to the counter and spreading your thighs. “Mnh!”

“Shh, keep it shut,” he murmurs, your hands grip on his pink locks when he shoves up your dress, slipping your panties aside and groaning out. “Fuck…”

You arch your hips for him, when he laps up juices that have already spilled down your inner thigh, they’re trembling on either side of his head, cunt already pulsing from his breaths. Some odd, fucked up part of you wonders if your mom had him like this, and you try to feel some guilt, but the moment he parts your folds and flicks his tongue up your slit, the thoughts vanish.

“Oh fuck!” He chuckles and covers your mouth, hovering over you, looking down at you fucked out eyes.

“Keep it down, brat, ya that pathetic? Gonna cum from a lick?” You’re just desperately whining against his palm, when he’s back down there, tongue flicking mean while your head presses against the mirror.

“Sukuna…” You’re gushing down his mouth, ecstasy shooting straight through everywhere his tongue dives and slips, fucking you with it then. Your walls grip his wet muscle, the man you couldn’t stand who was with the woman you can’t stand, worshipping you right in the club bathroom. “Ah!”

“Mmm,” he’s slurping up all of your juices then, gummy walls gripping his tongue so tightly he can’t stand it. You’re so sweet then, for the mean little brat you usually are, all pliant and needy. He can’t help but look up at your already fucked out face and grin against you. “Prettier than moms.”

“You’re so fucked up,” you’re wetter though, he notices when his fingers slip up inside your hole, curling up and down, stretching you so much. “Tighter?”

“You’re the fucked up one,” he flicks his tongue on your clit. “Mommy issues out the ass.”

“Shh, get back down,” you shove his face back against you, and he’s so hard it hurts, throbbing and leaking pre, dying to be back inside you. “Mnh! There, there…”

He pulls back right before you’re about to cum, earning your soft whine, he keeps his two fingers pumping up and down, gripping your hair and pulling you to him. “Open, brat.”

You don’t know why, but you easily obey his command, doing just that and opening for his spit, mixed with your flavor, you swallow it down and get even wetter, so wet his fingers slip out, earning your frustrated whine. “Lemme cum, please.”

“You will,” he yanks them out again, shoving them in your mouth so deep you almost choke, sucking yourself off them desperately. “Good little whore.”

“Fuck you,” he just chuckles, pulling you down, you hear the unzipping of his slacks as he turns you to face the mirror then. “Watch your face while I make you cum, huh?”

You would say something smart, but you’re aching, soft moans escaping your throat – nodding quickly as he slips his spit soaked fingers down and into your snug little hole again. He moans against your ear, your taste soaking his mouth now, stroking his cock with his other hand, dying to slip it inside you, but also noticing your face is just too pretty.

He’d thought so years ago, you first met him the summer before college, in some tiny little outfit that had him feeling fucked up, but he promised then he’d avoid that. Yet he couldn’t help himself, finding you on instagram later, jerking it to your pictures long after he split up from your mom, and your body was better than he could imagine, he almost whispers it to you.

No way he gets that vulnerable though, you clearly want to cum and have some serious issues with your mother, and he’s glad to enable if it means he can fuck your pretty cunt at least once. You’re gasping out the quicker they go, teeth clenched together with the stretch, trying desperately not to make much noise though your cunt is loud enough with every movement.

Your hazy mind wonders just how you got here then - With Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers scissoring in and out of your slick cunt - the man who dated your mom for years, the one you can’t fucking stand, arrogant smirk devious as he moves them up and down. The pressure is too much, your head falls back, for his tattooed hand to grab a tit and squish.

“Ah!” You can’t stop that noise from escaping, before biting your lip, trying to hold back the noise.

“Such a little slut, already squirting down my fingers,” you looked in the mirror, Sukuna’s thick digits coated in your slick slipping into your mouth again, while his cock started rubbing up and down your slit. “Hah - fuckin look at you, ya want this inside you brat? Should beg for it.”

You shook your head, even as you arch your ass out for his cock, letting his tip glide between your folds, making lewd and wet noises that echo in the club’s bathroom, teeth nipping his fingers. “No, sure won’t – can’t stand you.”

“Ah, really? Why ya so soaked then, huh?” he’s grinning with a sharp flash of white teeth, lifting your thigh up so a knee was on the counter, pressing in then, hearing your gasp. “Fuck, feel her gripping me. You really hate your mom this much?”

“Just fuck me and shut up already - ah!” Sukuna needs no further urging, his cock is stretching you out so much you can’t take it, screaming out and earning a hand clamped around your mouth.

“So tight, loosen the fuck up,” he grumbles, you scowl even as your hole is quivering, gushing liquid all down his shaft, his fingers sink into your thighs, shoving his cock in so deep you can’t take it. “Feel her grippin’ me, tryna make me bust quick?”

“No, want you to make me cum first,” you take his hand off your face as you speak, slipping it down to touch your clit, he groans, fucking you harder, your hand guiding his to get that perfect angle, your legs are shaking, your vision blurring.

"Feel better than her too," you're desperately crying out at that, clamping down on his thick, veiny cock. "That get you closer? Fucked up little girl, aren't you?"

"Fuck you," you are but right now you just want every thought fucked out of your head, and Sukuna’s cock is so big it’s hard to get irritated with his snarky grin in that reflection. He pulls his finger off and you gasp. “Put it back!”

“Not till I say so,” he smacks your clit hard instead, lifting you when your knees buckle like it’s nothing. “Think you tell me what to do?”

“Lost darts, such a l-loser -hah!” He scowls and fucks you harder, which was exactly your goal, pretty grin on your face that makes him pulse inside you - tightest little grip he’s ever felt.

“Crazy little brat,” he huffs, but he’s lost in you, in not just how good you feel on his cock, his tip slamming that cervix, but your little sounds, your movements, your eyes rolling back in your skull. Sukuna loves to fuck, but he’s never felt whatever psycho witch magic you’re putting on him, burying his face for a moment. “Feel s’perfect.”

“Huh? Ah!” You think you hear something, but Sukuna just bites the fuck out of your neck instead, your head falls to the side, crying out to let him finally toy with your needy, twitchy clit. “Please, there, there.”

“Needy whore,” he is spitting the meanest words but all it does is make you closer, tummy clenching with hot need, his cock ruining you for anyone – even if you’d never fucking say it. “Need it?”

“Yes, f-fuck just, keep going,” your voice is a hoarse little whisper, one of his hands is toying with a nipple, the other working your clit while his cock drags on your spot, blinding you. “Oh god…”

“That’s it, cum on your stepdad’s cock,” you glare at him, even as he chuckles against your skin, ruby eyes lit up in the mirror. “Cunt is pulsing, you love that nasty shit, admit it.”

“You’re n-nasty, shut the fuck up and – oh my god,” you’re shattering with one more thrust and roll of his rough fingers, desperately whining out while he keeps pumping. Sukuna is holding you there in that sweet spot, making you shake and quiver while your orgasm shuts off your damn brain. “Ngh!”

“Look at that, the stepdad got you squirting,” you would glare if you weren’t trembling, he’s thickening inside you, slowing his movements, letting you ride it out on his slick cock. “Damaged fucking brat, feel this good?”

“It’s the m-mental issues,” he grins and you weakly laugh, for a moment you don’t know why you hated him so much, but only a moment. "Fuck me harder."

God Sukuna thinks he’s in love right now.

“Freaky slut, just wanna get used?”

You nod, he grabs your throat and chokes you, slamming into you like he owns you, like you're just a toy for his pleasure. He's relentless, his cock hitting you in all the right places, making you feel so full, his filthy strokes so loud they’re echoing.

"F-fuck... you're gonna make me cum," he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. "You want it?"

"Y-yes," you pant, throat constricted, your eyes wide with lust. You want to feel him fill you up, to know that you've made him lose control just like he's made you.

“Can you take it all?”

“Shut up and cum, stepdad,” you tease, but he moans then, kissing your lips all sloppy, saliva dripping with the drool that’s pooled down the side of your lips, his hot cum flooding your pussy. 

For a moment, you're lost in the haze of pleasure, the world outside the bathroom forgotten completely, so warm and dripping him already. But reality quickly crashes back in after he pumps a few more times, murmuring your name, pastel locks damp and sticking to his brow. You start to come to a bit, even drunk, and you realize what you've done. What you're still doing.

Maybe you feel just a little bad that his cum is starting to drip from your hole, but only the tiniest bit. He pulls out with a wet, suctioned pop and leaves you so empty you have to bite back the whine. You struggle to get your breath, shaking your head to clear your mind and grabbing at napkins, he smacks them out of the way, smirking and turning you to face him.

“Lemme clean up, weirdo,” he chuckles, slipping his two fingers down to where his milky seed is dripping, swirling around it until he shoves it back inside you. You gasp, head falling back, lashes fluttering shut and the soreness you already have, he just presses that cum right back in. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t waste it, you won it you know,” he pumps it up again, curling his fingers so that you almost cum again, pushing it even deeper, before pulling them out with a filthy wet squelch, sucking his own white ropes and you arousal off his fingers. He moans then, pink lashes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing.

You stare, mouth open, waiting for red eyes to focus on you. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Tasting us,” he tilts your chin up and kisses your lips, mixing both of your flavors on your tongue in the sluttiest fucking action. “Mnh…”

You both pull apart quickly when someone opens the bathroom, Sukuna has your tits put up but they’re stumbling drunk and giggling, staring at their phone. Your reality does start to hit, cursing yourself and rushing out then, adjusting your dress that he had up your thighs.

Fuck that felt too good.

Your sister calls you now, you answer as Sukuna unhurriedly steps out of the ladies room. “Yeah sis?”

“Oh my god, did you hear Sukuna is coming? Ah I loved him! I wish mom had stayed with him, you know?”

You frown, eyeing Sukuna and his shit eating grin. “Um… yeah I guess he was okay.”

“Mom still has the hots for him, wouldn’t it be romantic if she got back with him?” You almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of it, the smallest guilt seeping in more and more, but you throw back another shot, drinking it down. “Also if you got with someone finally!”

“Yeah, I dunno about mom or me, but I’m glad for you sis,” she sighs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yes, love you!”

“Love you too,” you hang up the phone, Sukuna leans over the bar then, handing the bartender his card.

“Pay for hers too,” you raise a glass to him, his lips twitch up at the corners. “You got a ride back?”

“I’ll get an uber.”

“It’s nothing to -”

“There, got one,” you smile at him and wave the screen. “But thank you for offering.”

“Yeah,” he wants more of you, that could not be enough. He won’t say that shit out loud though. “See you at the..." he smirks now. "Rehearsal.”

“Yeah, um…” you awkwardly stand there, looking down as he looks too intently at you. “Night.”

You rush off without another word, inhaling the night air and wondering just how bad you fucked it all up.

hehe the full version is on Patreon but I am converting this story to here - so l will have these every week <3 (I am thinking of an epilogue too!) tags open <3