☁︎ Vi laying her head on your lap, tucked tightly into a soft blanket while you softly rub her hair, humming a gentle melody soothing her to sleep.
☁︎ Big spooning Vi, rubbing her back and kissing her hair as she snoozes
☁︎ Buying Vi a soft set of silk pajamas and some cute animal slippers
☁︎ Taking Vi to a library just to see how happy she gets, she swears she feels like a child again
☁︎ Patching Vi up after a fight, kissing all her wounds making her smile and blush a little
☁︎ Listening to Vi go on and on about a book she read while you massage her back
☁︎ Taking a nice bath with Vi, washing her hair and scrubbing her back, and having a bubble fight ♡︎
☁︎ Doing her eye makeup and sneaking kisses on her face, making her giggle.
☁︎ Sitting in the living room coloring Vi's tattoos as she watches TV, peeking at you every now and then and smiling at the colors of your choice
☁︎ Making breakfast with Vi, dancing to slow music as you two maneuver the kitchen
☁︎ Watching stupid rom-coms with Vi, staring at her big smile as she laughs contagiously at a corny line that she would totally use
☁︎ Having cute aggression towards Vi, she could be doing anything, and suddenly your jumping on her attacking her face with kisses and squeezing her as she laughs
☁︎ Watching Disney movies with Vi, seeing how serious she gets when they are on. She totally cried when Ray died in The Princess and the Frog
✎ 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗 ✎
You're in the kitchen, finishing up Vi's favorite meal, you decided to make it when you remembered that she mentioned she hadn't had it in years, not since she was a child.
As your cleaning up you suddenly hear soft footsteps and see Vi from emerge from the hallway, still wrapped in a blanket rubbing her eyes. She walks over to you and lays her head on your shoulder, you smile as you hug her with your cheek. You turn her towards you and kiss the tip of her nose, earning you a small smile. She finally speaks, "Smells s'good, what is it?"
You can't help but giggle at how cute she looks, it's rare to see her in such a gentle state, no stress or fighting. Vi isn't even used to it herself.
"Y'said you hadn't had your favorite meal in years, so I found a cookbook and made it for you" you reply
She finally opened her eyes to you, powder blues looking at you like you're a heaven sent angel (she really believes you are) "You did that for me? Seriously?" she questions
You place a soft kiss on her lips "Of course, I love you, now go sit and I'll make your plate 'k?"
After she's settled, she stares at the food in front of her, she looks at you and smiles. You urge her to try it. She finally takes a bite, you're on edge, staring at her as she chews.
You notice a tear fall from her eye, and you jump to her side. "Vi? Are you okay? Is it that bad? I'm so sorry!"
She shakes her head, taking your hand and kissing it. "Nonono it's perfect! Just how I remember, I just started feeling a little evocative about it, sorry."
You sigh with a hand on your heart walking back to your seat to enjoy your meal. You feel your heart swell as you see how happy vi looks, how at peace she is, you really love her with your whole being.
content - re9! leon x fem! black reader, fluff, reader has locs
word count: 2k
A/N: I love leon so much requiem is game of the year for me hands down. thanks Capcom! this is my first fic. I've been a reader for years and decided I wanted to try writing some and contribute to the community! Especially use black girls out there. We need more fanfic for us! Also thank you so much to my sister @duffymisu for proofreading this for me. This fic would be a whole run on sentence without her!
Leon was sitting on the couch with his checklist in full concentration as if working on a word puzzle everything was just about finished for birthday celebration in two weeks, a dinner reservation to a restaurant downtown that you were always eyeing, The stand mixer that you had been hunting for the past six months on secondhand websites he hated seeing you so defected every time you thought you’d found it only for it be a completely different model.
You had always made Leon promise that he wouldn’t spend too much on you, something you’d been doing years preferring to spend more time doing things together then buying each other material items, he would comply with your wishes of course but this year would be different you and him were married now he’d be damned if he couldn’t spoil his wife on her special day you derived it after all.
Even with everything he had, something still felt like it was missing. Leon thought long and hard for a moment; his eyebrows furrowing in the process. There had to be something else you had wanted but refused to say with a fear of being “too expensive” then he remembered a place that would give him all the answers he wanted without fail.
With strides of determination Leon made up the stair and down the hall to your shared room. He opened the door, standing idle on your side of the room; calling to him like a treasure chest in a cave was your vanity, the very thing that was going to tell him all of your secrets.
“ Hello beautiful” he whispered
Your vanity was one of many vintage furniture pieces in your home he’d found that this one took his breath away the most. All the others paled in comparison in his opinion maybe because he saw you get ready here thousands of times making him a little biased to it. Leon opened the drawers revealing your makeup, jewelry and The Paradoxe Radical Essence he bought you on your fifth year anniversary, even some of your hair products that you use daily. You didn’t have much makeup; It seemed a couple of your products looked as flat as sheets of paper, some even visibly empty others he’s seen you use for years.
The empty years old makeup could only mean one thing; He must go to sephora. He hated sephora just as much as the mission that had him fighting tooth and nail to get back to you alive last year. He always went with you when you asked and he never complained. However, if Leon had to be honest the crowded aisles, bright lights and the aroma of fruity and floral smells combining together gave him a massive headache with him not even being there a full ten minutes. All of it felt like being in a bottle that someone was shaking just for the fun of it; which is what he would say to anyone that wasn’t his wife.
Yet, Leon was determined to make you happy even if that meant going somewhere he would otherwise rather not go. Leon pulled out his phone and he heard the front door close.
“Honey I’m home” your voice projecting from downstairs. Remaining unpanicked, Leon swiftly took the photo grabbing his keys and wallet on the way out the room. Quietly making it down the stairs, Leon saw you in the kitchen as you pulled a bottle of water from the fridge.Your locs were
slightly frizzy in the front. The heat that radiated off of you like steam radiated from a sauna after being in use for quite some time. Pilates; a luxury you enjoyed three times a week with Claire. With most of your work being behind a desk, keeping your body active kept you from going senile and going off the edge. A kiss on the cheek startles you from thoughts, a jolt sending a single drop from your lips rolling down your jawline.
“Hey sweetheart, did you have a good time?” he asked, his lips connecting with yours in a quick kiss, his stubble lightly rubbing against your cheek
“Yeah! Claire and I did a private class this time. The instructor worked us to the bone but honestly it was worth it. We even got froyo after from that place I was telling you about that’s a few stores down from the pilates place”.
Leon gasps “The froyo place that we were supposed to go to next week? That froyo place!” he said fanning offense with his hand touching his chest
"Yes in my defence every time we try any kind of dessert place someone always say that they’re “too sweet” so Claire recommend we scoop it out first as a trail run” you say playful with your hands on your hips
Leon starts laughing putting his hand back down at his side” You’re right I have done that a lot but only for good reason you have to admit that snowcone place that we tried last week felt like the cone where ninety percent syrup and ten percent ice” he says with a pointed looking silently say you know i’m right.
You sigh giving up besides you and Leon both knew that if this conversation went on any longer you would both be standing in this very kitchen till dinner time came around but that couldn’t happen. He needed to finish his “mission” as quickly as possible .
More of your surroundings come into your line of sight noticing Leon’s keys on the island “ Where are you off too?” tilting your head with the question. Leon had to come up with something quick so he decided on a half truth. “ I left some important case files at the office. I need to read them before we have the briefing at work tomorrow.”
Frankly Leon already had the case file in the glove compartment in his car but he hadn’t read a single paper in that manilla folder. You nodded your head showing that you understood " Alright Agent Kennedy well while you do that i’m going to go and shower and get dinner started we’re having your favorite tonight vodka pasta” you say while making your hands fall down in an arch making an invisible rainbow.
“That sounds great can’t wait” Leon leans in to kiss your forehead you giggle as his stubble brushes against you once more.You and Leon go your separate ways but before you two part completely he turns around to “ Don’t forget to put on your shower cap before you get in you always forget and regret it later.” you stop on the stairs and hold your hand up in a salute like you're a military soldier “ay ay captain” you said with electric enthusiasm making your way up stairs out of sight.
Leon makes his way out the door down the drive way opening the Porsche door pulling out of the driveway and down the road. The sephora wasn’t too far from the house ,that was one of the many qualities Leon loved about where they lived.
The community was quiet; it also felt secluded enough that there was always a chance to reveal in the silence. At least the residents were welcoming enough and they weren’t trying to unconsciously kill him every chance they got. If you were sitting in the passenger seat right now you’d tell him that he needed to raise his standards and that “ The bar was so far in hell that you couldn’t even see it anymore.”
But hey! That's what he loved about you, never afraid to speak your mind even if you had trouble expecting his love. Sometimes you never let up on your thoughts and opinion, something Leon imagined that their future kids would inherit one day.
As Leon pulled into one of the many spots left in is very packed parking he looked around through is window lots cars so close together they might as well be categorized as a massive can of sardines he always wondered how people passed their drivers test with parking jobs this horrendous people must really loved getting their cars hit for theatrics.
Leon pulled out his phone again going back to the picture he took examining it closely he only needed to get a total of four products. Black Honey by Clinique, Quit Wine’in by Fenty including the foundation and concealer by the same brand.These products you’d had talked to him about at length in the past labeling then your “Ride or die” .
Opening the car door Leon cautiously gets out so as to not hit the car next to him all he had to do now was get what he needed and leave making it home in time for dinner like the millions of missions he’d been on but this time he’d actually be back on time.
Making his way into the store there were so many people you’d make the mistake of it being black friday.The bright lights along with the overwhelming smell hit him immediately in spite of that Leon had to push forward he was already here he refused to admit defeat this early in his eyes you deserve the world and your birthday wouldn’t be any less than perfect.
With all the people around Leon thought it best to ask one of the nice employee’s for help they had to know the store way better than him. At a distance Leon saw a tall woman with dark brown skin and a medium sized puff on top of her head.She locked eyes with him and started walking over as she got closer he saw her name tag “Evelyn”.
“Hi, welcome in. How can I help you today?”with a joyous smile, her smile lines slightly peaking through.
“ Umm… yeah I’m looking for these products right here” Leon showed her the photo silently waiting for her response.
“ I can definitely help you out! If you would stand right by that small register over there I'll go get them for you.” her finger behind him.
“Ok.” he mumbles, walking over to the register sitting tight.
While waiting Leon felt a slight pain but it was small enough for him to ignore it for now he started looking at the displays nearby and a specific one caught his eye;The Prada perfume display the thought of getting you a brand new bottle crossed his mind as he stared at it. You'd been using the same one for the past five years you had to be due for a new one.. Right? Moments later she reappeared with a basket full of items lightly setting it on the counter.
“Can I also get a three oz bottle of Paradoxe Radical Essence?” Leon asked
“Yeah for sure”
Evelyn grabs a pair of keys from a compartment under the register, turning around to the counter behind her stepping a few paces over unlocking a drawer, dropping her hand in to get the perfume box and turning back to beginning swiftly scanning all of the items.
“ So who’s the lucky lady? You seemed to have her whole makeup routine and perfume preference memorized perfectly.” Evelyn asks while simultaneously putting the last product in the bag and pushing some buttons on the screen.
“My Wife. Her birthday is in a couple weeks and I wanted to surprise her with some of her favorites” his admiration for you coating every word as they left his mouth.
“ Aww, That’s so sweet! Well I hope that she loves it. A lot of men can’t say they know their partners this well and your total is three hundred fifty five dollars and six cents.” Evelyn replied her happiness bowling over through the smile on her face.
“ Well it all comes down to effort being left at the scene of the crime. “ Leon says while pulling out his wallet searching for his debit card through the sea of unused gift cards from friends and family. Swiping his card moments later.
“Yeah.. it’s unfortunate. We girls can only hope men get better through time if not this lifetime. Hopefully the next. “ she says with a sigh.
“Alright you’re all set, have a nice day!” handing him the bag.
“Thank you and you too”
Leon walks out the building towards his car opening the door and sliding in with a sigh without Evelyn’s help he would have definitely gotten lost not only in the neverending aisle but in the overwhelming mob of people too. Plus he only came out with a slight headache which was a small price to pay.
He started his car making his journey home. Leon would go to the ends of the earth for the people he loved. It was ingrained even if those places were as non-threatening as a cosmetic store. But he would only take that risk for you and only you till the end of time.
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you pause, the foil packet half-torn in your hand. you’re straddling choso's hips, the heat of him already pressing insistently against your core through the thin layers separating you. choso is beneath you on the rumpled sheets, his dark eyes wide and pleading,
his lower lip caught between his teeth. he looks utterly, devastatingly pitiful, chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat making his tattoos gleam.
“please what?” you ask, your voice breathless, though you already know.
“d-don’t make me wear it,” he whines, his voice a soft, desperate murmur, cracking on the last syllable. he reaches for your wrist, his fingers gentle but trembling with need. “it doesn’t feel the same. it’s… it’s like a wall. i can’t feel you properly. i c-can’t…” he trails off with a shaky gasp as you grind down against him instinctively.
you arch a brow, trying to hold your ground even as your own body betrays you, growing slick and eager. “it’s safer, cho. you know that.”
“i know, i knowwww,” he says quickly, nodding so hard his hair falls into his face.
he pushes himself up on his elbows, bringing his face closer to yours, his expression one of pure, agonized want. “b-but i’m clean! and you’re clean. we’re careful in other ways!” his other hand comes to rest on your hip, his thumb stroking frantic, possessive circles on your skin. “i just… i need to feel you. all of you. directly. please, baby? please, i’m begging you.”
he nuzzles his face against your stomach, his breath hot and damp through your thin sleep shirt. a full-body shudder wracks him. “it’s so cold and it feels weird,” he mumbles, the words muffled and pathetic against your skin. “it takes me out of the moment. i just want to be close to you. as close as possible. skin to skin. please, just let me…”
you let out a shaky sigh, your own resistance melting under the onslaught of his whining and the delicious pressure below. “choso…”
he senses your hesitation and presses his advantage, looking up at you with those big, liquid eyes, glassy with unshed tears of frustration.
“just this once? i’ll be so good for you. the best. i’ll make it so good for you, i promise. i just want to feel you clenching around me without anything in the way.” a deep blush creeps up his neck and floods his cheeks. “i want to… i want to feel everything. every pulse, every twitch. please, baby?”
his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pulling you down flush against him. you can feel how hard he already is, straining against his boxers, the thick length of him an undeniable demand, and the heat of him seeps into you, weakening your knees.
“i hate it,” he whispers against your lips before capturing them in a kiss that’s less passion and more a fervent, clumsy plea. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, and he tastes like desperation. “it makes me feel distant from you. i don’t want to be distant. i want to be inside you. properly. fully.”
he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven, puffing against your lips. “say yes. please say yes. i’ll do anything you want after— i’ll worship you for hours. i’ll get on my knees and thank you. just… let me have this. let me feel you.”
the foil packet slips from your fingers, forgotten on the sheets. you don’t need to speak; your hands go to the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down. he lets out a broken, grateful sob, his head falling back onto the pillow as you free him. his cock springs up, thick and flushed, beads of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.
“thank you,” he chokes out, his eyes squeezed shut. “oh, god, thank you, thank you…”
you don’t make him wait. positioning yourself, you sink down onto him in one slow, inexorable slide. the feeling is immediate and profound—the shocking, intimate heat of him filling you without barrier, stretching you perfectly. a ragged, punched-out moan tears from your throat.
his reaction is instantaneous and utterly pathetic. his eyes fly open, wide with overwhelmed sensation. “f-fuuhhhck…” he stutters, the word dissolving into a high, reedy whine.
his hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in desperately as his entire body tenses, bowing off the bed. “o-oh, no… oh, wow… t-that’s… that’s too much— it’s too gooddd…”
you begin to move, rising and falling in a slow, deep rhythm, and he completely unravels beneath you. each downward stroke pulls a new, shattered sound from him.
“ah! ah, right there… s’so deep… can feel everything, everything, you’re so soft and hot and tight, oh my god—” he’s babbling, tears now leaking from the corners of his eyes, not from pain but from sheer, overwhelming sensitivity.
his hips jerk up to meet yours in uncoordinated, stuttering thrusts. “d-don’t stop, please don’t stop, i can’t… i’m gonna… fuck— it feels too good, i-i’m not gonna last— fuckfuckfuck i’m sorry, i’m so sorry…”
“shhh,” you soothe, leaning forward to kiss his tear-streaked cheek, even as you pick up the pace, riding him harder. the slap of skin grows louder, wetter. "s'okay. you can't help it, right?"
“c-can’t help it!” he agrees, sobbing. his hands scrambling up your back, clinging to you like a lifeline. “you feel t-too good without it… i told you— i told you it was different… ah! ah! ‘m gonna come, ‘m gonna come already, p-please, can i? please lemme cum!”
he’s begging for permission to climax like a teenager, writhing and helpless beneath you. the power is intoxicating.
“go on,” you whisper against his ear, nipping the lobe. “come inside me, cho.”
that’s all it takes. with a wailing cry that sounds like it’s been torn from the depths of his soul, he shatters. his body locks up, every muscle rigid, and he pours into you, hot and pulsing, his release seemingly endless as he trembles and convulses through it, chanting a slurred, mindless litany of “thankyouthankyouthankyou” against your shoulder.
when the last tremor subsides, he goes completely boneless, a spent, gasping wreck. you collapse atop him, both of you slick with sweat. after a long moment of ragged breathing, he nuzzles weakly into your neck.
“see?” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and smug with exhausted triumph. “told you it would be better! should i throw the rest of them out?”
"let's not get ahead of ourselves," you laugh, a breathless, satisfied sound. he’s already half-hard again inside you. the whining, you suspect, will be a permanent feature of your sex life. and you find you don’t mind one bit.
SYNOPSIS...as a sex demon, she can always sense the horny virgin boy who’s dying to lose his virginity
INFO...choso x succubus!reader, sub!choso, virgin!choso, somnophilia, riding, overstim, creampie, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), slight ass eating, cum eating, doggy, squirting, choso is super needy and eager, not proofread
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Choso always felt left out when his friend would constantly talk about all the girls they’ve been with, all the experiences they had and what crazy shit they always got into. He’d just sit there, silent. He couldn’t relate to them not one bit. The closest he’s ever to having sex is his right hand or a sex toy. No girl ever looked his way, and his confidence was crushed. They’d only go after his friends, practically drooling over them. Not one of them spared a glance towards Choso.
He was begging to lose his virginity, dying to know what real pussy felt like, how soft tits felt in his hands or even some ass. God, don’t even get him started on wondering what it feels like to receive head. His friends swear it’s the best thing ever as long as the girl knows what she’s doing. He always watches porn, the women on their knees, slobbering all over the man dick like it was some divine dessert. He loved watching the way their pussies wrapped around the mans dick, just imagining how wet and warm it is. He was a lost cause. At this point, he was ready to pay someone to take his virginity. Literally.
And just like any other night, he goes back home, ready to fuck his fist to another average porn video before dozing off to sleep. He’s been extremely horny lately, more than usual and he can’t understand why. Not to mention the wet dreams he’s been having, waking up to cum in his pants like he’s a damn teenager. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, feeling the need to cum more and more everyday.
Hours later, he’s fast asleep, tossing and turning as he has another wet dream of someone riding him. He can’t make out her face, but it feels so damn real. Everything does. Even her moans and the weight on top of him. “Mmm,” he hums. His brows furrow. He can even hear the sound of skin on skin. His entire body feels like it’s on fire right now, like he’s been hit with some sort of sex pollen. It’s more intense than ever.
Little does he know it’s not a wet dream, no, it’s you. The succubus who’s been watching him for weeks, feeling his urgency to cum, to lose his virginity. He’s summoned you without even realizing. And now you were riding him, gliding your wet pussy up and down his aching cock while he slept, waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes he’s no longer a virgin. He twists and turns when you run your clawed nails down his pale skin, smiling at the way he moans and whimpers in his sleep.
Choso couldn’t take this overwhelming feeling anymore, forcing himself to wake up, prying his tired eyes open. But the feeling doesn’t stop. The sounds don’t stop. And certainly the woman is his dreams doesnt disappear when he opens his eyes. “Wha—ah—what? Who…? Oh fuck!” He rasps, eyes darting around the room and over your naked body. “What the fuck? Oh my goddd.” As confused and scared as he is right now, he can’t escape the pleasure coursing through him right now.
“Shhh, shhh, just let me make you feel good. You’ve been dying for this haven’t you? I’m here to give you exactly what you want.” You slightly lean back, spreading your legs to let him get a clear view of the way your pussy sucks his cock in.
He looks at you with awe and confusion, but he can’t help but give in, moaning so sweetly when you fully sink down. “Who…who are you?” He gasps, eyes widen when you clench your pussy around him.
“I know when cute virgins like you wanna lose their virginity. You summoned me, accidentally. You’ve been so worked up lately, huh? Well,” you smile, “that was because of me.” His cock twitches inside of you, your hips bouncing faster and harder, watching the way he mouth falls open.
“Fuck, fuck! It’s feels so good,” he heaves, breathing heavily. His cheeks dusted a light pink. “I don’t wanna cum just yet, please slow down. Please, please—nnghhh, fuckkkk.” Choso didn’t stand a chance, shooting sticky ropes of cum into your pussy, his entire body quivering with how intense his orgasm was. “Please, slow down—ah, oh my god. It feels too good—” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you kept fucking him.
“I’ll keep fucking you till there’s nothing left.” You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, placing your lips on his while you kiss him with such fervor, with such sloppiness. His hands reach down, gripping the plush flesh of your ass. He swears he’s in heaven right now. This can’t be real. No way a sex demon was taking his virginity right now. His dick was so sensitive, but still so hard. He knew he had so much cum left, the only thoughts he had were to fill you up over and over until it was dripping out.
He felt like he was losing his mind, fucking him so hard, creating a sloppy mess where you two met just so you can get him to cum again. Your devilish yet sweet giggles send chills up his spine and straight down to his already throbbing dick. With labored breaths, and his heart rattling against his rib cage, he already knows he’s going to cum again. So soon. “Come don’t hold back on me. I want it all,” you growl in his ear. “I’ll do whatever it takes to empty you dry and fuck you stupid.”
His trembling fingers grip onto your ass harder as he cries out, broken moans swallowed by your kisses and he can’t help but cum again, filling up your tight pussy to the brim. You pull away from the heated kiss looking at the way his hazy eyes stare up at you with such desperation. You halt the movement of your hips and get up from his lap. “No, no, wait. Where are you going?! Please, keep fucking me.” He sits up, watching you get on your knees. Poor thing looks like he’s almost about to cry.
And now he can get a real good view of you. The tail that swayed around and the small little horns that pointed from the top of your head. You really were a sex demon. Your hand took a firm grip on his throbbing cock, his tip leaking like it was begging you to make it cum again. “I can see your thoughts. Your nasty little thoughts.” You run a long stripe from his balls all the way to his tip, licking the excess cum off. Your tongue was freakishly long, but god did it feel so good on him. You spit on his cock, massaging it in as you stroke him, moving your hand in circular motions that make his hips jump. “Say it. I know what you’re thinking.” Your lips curl into a smirk, running the pad of your thumb over his slit.
“Put…put your mouth on it, please,” he says barely above a whisper, too shocked to even form proper words.
“Louder.” You massage his balls with your free hand, earning a guttural groan from him.
“Please, put your mouth on it! Fuck, I wanna know how good it feels!” His lip quivers, his breathing quickening the closer your lips get.
“Good boy.” You smile, darting your tongue out and wrapping it around the base of his cock, swirling it around the head before you take him in your mouth. You stare at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. Glug, glug, glug.
The sound of you choking on his dick was like music to his hears, taking his all the way down your throat with no problem. How is he supposed to keep up? His brain is fried and his body already feels so weak from cumming two times in a row. But he can’t stop. It’s like you’ve put some kind of spell on him to make him want more. “Shit, I’m all the way in,” he gasps, fall back onto the pillows. You pull him out of your throat, string of saliva connect from your lips to his cock as you continue stroking him. You were so messy, so nasty, but he loved it so fucking much because this is always how he’d picture it.
You spit back on his cock before taking him down your throat again without warning. “Oh my—fuck me, I’m gonna fucking cum again!” He whimpers. His body jolts and his abs tense up at the sensation, pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. He’s so sensitive he can’t help it. His hips buck up into your mouth and next thing he knows, he’s cumming down your throat. “Nnngh shit!” He groans, each orgasm more intense than the last. It’s like as time goes on, he can’t help but get more horny, more greedy.
Within seconds he’s pulling you off his dick on bending you over, pulling your ass in the air. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t stop, I can’t,” he’s muttering to himself, sweat dripping down his body. He pushes every inch into you with such ease, like your pussy was made for him. “Feels so good, feels so good I can’t stop stop,” he cries, rummaging his hips into you, fucking hard and fast.
“You’re learning so quickly.” You smile from below him, pushing your ass back against his hips. He watches the way your ass bounces back on his dick and he becomes mesmerized. “That’s it! Fuck me harder. Show me how badly you wanna cum in my pussy again,” you giggle.
Choso pushes your head into the mattress, broken moans falling from his lips. “I need it so badly, so fucking badly.” Your pussy grips him like a vice and he hisses at the tempting feeling.
“Make me squirt all over your cock! Come on, fuck me like you mean it!” You grip the sheets below you, feeling his swollen head press against your sweet spot over and over with each grueling thrust. Upon hearing your words, Choso remembers all those videos he’s watching of girls squirting, and to make you squirt just because of him makes his brain fuzzy. He keeps the same pace, huffing and panting when your pussy grows tighter. “Yes! Yes!” You laugh, sighing in relief when he pulls out and clear liquid shoots from your pussy, coating his cock and sheets.
His eyebrows raise in amazement. “Holy fuck,” he watches the way your pussy leaks before urgently ramming his cock back inside of you. “Do it again. Squirt all over me again! Please! It’s so fucking hot!” He begs as he pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. “Wanna watch you—nnngh—squirt again!”
As if on cue, your pushy gushes around him again, soaking his thighs and his cock and just the sight of it makes him cum so hard he’s toppling over you. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” He thrusts deep inside of you, making sure not to waste even a drop. “Yes, yes!” He huffs, bucking his hips. “I need to taste you, need to fucking—mmm.” He drops to his knees, pulling your ass back against his face while his tongue slurps every drop his cum and your juices, licking through your sloppy folds and sucking on your clit.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you? Such a good, good boy.” You praise, reaching behind you, taking a fistful of his hair and pushing his face deeper into your cunt. His moans at your taste, his free hand reaching down to stroke his swollen and sensitive cock. He moves his tongue up and down, running back and forth between your clit and your ass, and back down to your hole. You quickly pull him away before sitting up.
“Did I do something wrong? Why’d you stop?” He looks at with sad eyes.
“You’re done.” You look down at his cock.
“No, no, I’m not. I promise I still have more. Just keep fucking me, let me eat your pussy or something! Don’t leave!” He pouts, watching you crawl towards him.
“As much as I’d like to keep playing with you, you’re all out of cum, pretty boy.” You smirk. “I’ve got other desperate virgins like you to attend to.” You ghost your lips over his and Choso leans in for a kiss but you pull back from him. “You’re welcome.”
You disappear into a dark corner in his room, like you faded away into it. He runs to turn on his light and sees you’re completely gone. He’s at a loss for words, standing in the middle of his room completely naked. He looks towards his bed, seeing the wet spots you had left. So it was real? No? Yes? He didn’t know what to believe. He accidentally summoned a sex demon to take his virginity. If only he could do it again.
Robert having an adopted daughter!reader with teleportation powers because why not
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Robert was exhausted, tired of his Z-team being a bunch of children who doesn't listen to their parents. Speaking of a child, he checks the time, his daughter should be getting out of school by now. Turning around, someone suddenly appeared infront of him "Hi dad!" Robert yelps, almost spilling his coffee on himself "Oops, sorry dad! But here look!" you show him your test "I got an A-!" Robert grabs the paper, looking at it and smiling "Good job, all that studying worked out good" you nod fast "Mhm! Finally I can stay at your new job! Mrs. Blonde lady said it's okay, right?"
He sips his coffee "Yeah, she said it's okay, I trust you won't be any trouble?" You shake your head no "Of course I won't! I'll be your working body guard!" You smile bright, looking down to see Beef "And take care of you!" You try to pick up Beef but you were struggling "Oh gosh I still can't carry you.." you pout
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Before your dad goes back to work, you went to say hi to Chase "Hi Chase! I got an A-! You like it?!" Chase chuckles "Well look at that, you're going to grow up very smart. Unlike the dumbasses here" he ruffles your hair, you giggle "Heyy that's meann" Chase winks "Being mean is my middle name" you laugh more "No it's nott!"
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You were looking up at a tall sad man, thinking you'll break your neck by tilting your head all the way back "You're a giant" Phenomaman looks down at you "Why yes, you are quite small" you giggle "I'm a kid" he nods "Indeed, I see that.. Where are your people who's suppose to take care of you?" You tilt your head "You mean my dad?" You point "He's over there, grabbing coffee"
Phenomaman looks where you're pointing at, tilts his head in confusion "I did not know Robert had a child" you smile "I'm adopted, my dad is cool" raises a brow "Is your dad freezing? Does he need warmth?" You shake your head "No, he's just awesome"
