Disclaimer!! I do not own the character and there are HEADCANONS not canon in any way. This is purely fan work.
Warnings: 18+, Pierrot being yandere
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Holding you TIGHTLY. He never wants to let go, his love finally let him be with them. He is drop dead in love.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His: his hands, he thinks they hold a lot of power and he loves how it feels when he runs them over your body
Yours: EVERYTHING. How can he pick when your just so perfect?!
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
On you, on himself, on the sheets, on the floor, on your underwear. Somehow it's even on the ceiling. Absolutely loves leaving his scent on you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Stalks you, jerks off in your closet while he watches you masturbate, steals your underwear and jerks off into it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not at all. He has never felt this way before and now that he has seen you how could he give his cock to ANYONE but you?!
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary and mating press. He caresses your face, loves you, and really feels you while he takes you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Usually it's neatly shaved but for you he will do anything, grow it, shave it, even wax it. Usually he would like it long enough to have his happy trail.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very Romantic. Might even cry from how much love he is feeling. Holds you very closely and sobs after.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before you date; Yes, yes, yes. In your closet, to your clothes, to a picture of you.
After: no need to, he just comes to you but still does it when you're not in the mood.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Cum play, scratching his back while he fucks you, sloppy sex.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom, tent, backrooms at work. But he preferably takes you in your bed where your scent is everywhere.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Everything about you
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
The word "no" doesn't exist in his dictionary when it comes to you but he really doesn't like to hurt you. I think he would be hesitant with bdsm
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving and receiving. He loves to drink up all your juice and cum. Multiple rounds for as much as you like.
He cannot even fathom the fact that you would like to suck HIS cock. Feels like you're worshipping him, loving him, HIM of all people. He might just cum from the first touch.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends in his mood. Usually sloppy and fast, rough and deep when Harlequin pisses him off and gentle and loving when you're making love.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes, can do, will do. Anything you ask for.
He doesn't love them since he feels they disrespect you and your love for him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Willing to experiment and take risks. Anything for his dear one.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
This guy is not human, he is a BEAST could fill you until you're leaking and still keep going
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No. Why would you want a toy? Is he not good enough? Do you not love him like he thought? Why would HE use one on his body when he belongs all to you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not too much, if you tease and brat a lot he might a little but otherwise he hands you everything on a silver spoon.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Loud if you allow him, whines, groans, hisses when he enters, and heavy breathing. If you prefer he stay quiet he will try his best but whines will slip
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Uncut and big. In their world cutting the foreskin doesn't make sense.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
BIG. 7-8 inches. A grower and a shower. Hear me out. He is tall and NOT human, why would he have a human sized cock?
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Every second of every day for all eternity.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not too fast, he clings to you, cries, asks if you still love him, only sleeps with cuddles and love. Needs you to put him to sleep like a baby.
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A/N: first work for this awesome game. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this game and I adore Pierrot. I could make another for Harlequin later. ♥︎♥︎
"I need to test if my lipstick is kiss-proof on you!"
The Freak Circus boys' reaction to you trying out which lipstick is waterproof by covering their faces with lipstick! Just you doing that one trend, you know... This one?
(this is so cute, I don't know if anyone already did this, but I just had to do it!)
GN!Reader, romantic relationship
Neck ruff is the collar that's around Pierrot's neck!
TW: Lots of kisses! I apologize if I mischaracterized any of the characters! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.
Masterlist
Pierrot
You came up to him and asked him if "you can test which lipstick of yours is kiss-proof."
His immediate reaction was... Honestly one of confusion. He tilted his head to the side, blinked at you slowly... Taking in your words.
He really doesn't understand what you mean by that request, but he loves you too much to deny. So he nodded. The bells on his clown hat giving a little jingle, as he gives you a warm smile.
"Of course, my love. Whatever it is you need."
Little did he know he'd end up sitting on the couch, dizzy, with kiss marks covering his face, hands, and even his neck. His clothes ended up either rumpled, or tossed away.
You reach over to the table before you, grabbing another new shade of lipstick. This one is the color of orange. A pretty shade that you faintly remember buying a month ago, because it reminded you of Pierrot.
You adjusted the pocket mirror so you could properly see yourself. Applying the lipstick on your lips, you glance at Pierrot next to you briefly.
He's slumped on the couch, his face red. Not just from the onslaught of your kisses, but also from his own blush that's coloring his cheeks. His hair is a mess, his neck ruff nowhere to be found, his eyes are dilated... Like a cat's eyes. Or a happy dog who got the attention of his favorite person.
The sight makes you laugh. But you hold it together. Can't laugh here... You still need to say that one line.
"Hm... We still haven't found one lipstick that's kiss-proof!" You sighed dramatically, just to dramatize the whole moment even further. "You must be getting awfully bored of this experiment."
The moment those words left your lips, Pierrot seemed to come to his senses a little bit. He gave you an expression that looked almost like he was offended.
"No!" Pierrot almost desperately shook his hand, taking your wrist and pulling you closer to him with one gentle tug. He grinned widely, a trickle of drool making its way down his chin. "Do it again... More. Please." Pierrot almost begged when he spoke those words, his voice rough from unuse.
Pierrot's hand slid from your wrist to your waist. Pulling you over to seat you on his lap. His yellow eyes turned into that familiar heart-shape that you're so used to seeing. "I like it. I... I'm your canvas! P-Please..."
He took your hand, kissing your wrist gently, all while maintaining eye contact with you. "...Do it again, darling..."
He pointed at his face with his other free hand, batting his eyes at you. But his grin remained on his face. How could you resist him?
With a soft, amused sigh, you smiled up at him and gave him a nod. You didn't respond to his begging with words, you just leaned in and gave him another kiss. Leaving behind an orange lipstick mark.
Pierrot is absolutely putty in your hands. He loves the feeling of your lips on his face...
He might cheekily kiss you back after you're finished.
Then he'd gently take you in his hands, cradling you and holding you bridal style... Before heading towards your bedroom.
Look at what you've done. You got him all excited! Unless... That's exactly what you've wanted?
Harlequin
His first reaction to your request was an interest lift of his eyebrow. He's not entirely sure what you mean by that... But he's intrigued.
He's usually the dirty-minded one, but when you first asked to "try out which lipstick is kiss-proof"... His first instinct surprisingly wasn't that you're going to kiss the daylights out of him.
"Oh~? What's this now? Hm... Kiss-proof lipstick, huh?"
It just wouldn't be Harlequin if he wouldn't tease you about your request. Yet the way you seemed determined made him pause.
Of course he said yes to you! You're his lover at the end of the day... (One he secretly believes he totally doesn't deserve).
He freezes the moment you give him the first kiss. Genuine surprise coloring his face for a minute there... Before he regains his composure, and grins.
It's been what... Hours? Since the first kiss. And now... Harlequin stopped counting. He watched you from the corner of his eye. His pupils slitted like that of a snake. His face was... Red. Though he blamed it on the temperature.
Dammit, he was the one who was supposed to be teasing you! And yet here you are. Sitting between his legs, peppering his face with kisses.
You never actually expected him to turn this... Quiet. You're not really used to Harlequin acting like this with you. Usually he's oozing confidence. He'd normally be teasing the hell out of you by now. Probably having his long tongue in your throat already.
But he was... Quiet. It almost unsettled you. This reaction of his wasn't something you accounted for. Nevertheless, you continued with this harmless prank. About to paint your lips with another layer of lipstick... This one was green. You choose that one on purpose.
It's a shame that you didn't get far with Harlequin. Before you could apply the lipstick, pursuing your lips already, Harlequin's hand grasped your wrist. He leaned in, his signature grin making its way on his face.
"So this is what you meant, butterfly." He mused, amused dripping from his tongue. But his voice was softer. Almost breathless from the attack of your kisses. He couldn't help but trace your lips with his fingers. Gently tilting your chin up to face him properly.
"You know..." He started, letting the sentence hang in the air for a moment. You could tell what was on his mind just from the sound of his voice. "I wouldn't mind if you decide to greet me like this everyday..."
Harlequin's gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. Staring at them intently. He grinned mischievously, licking his lips. "Your lips are already swollen." He paused, making direct eye contact with you. He shifted his position to lean closer to you, whispering directly in your ear. "Let's settle this... In bed."
"Harley—" You couldn't even finish your sentence before you got yanked up by him. Tossing you over his shoulder like you were just a couple of grapes. "Fuck. Don't call me that now... You're really asking for it, aren't you?"
He pivoted over to your bedroom. Not stopping even once in his stride, despite whatever you might tell him. Who cares if you still need to clean up the lipsticks? That can wait.
Safe to say... You were in for a night.
Since you covered his face in lipstick, he'll make sure to cover you in bites!
He just loves to bite you.
Jester
Jester doesn't usually engage himself with these silly things. He has a circus to run and two grown men to look after (*cough* Harlequin and Pierrot *cough*)
But... When he saw the downright mischievous look on your face, he couldn't help himself and feed his curiosity.
Lipstick is usually used by humans to raise their appeal, right? Truth be told, he doesn't understand why you even need that thing, he thinks you're gorgeous already... But he won't stop you.
Besides... He's interested in what you have in mind when you say you need to test if it's "kiss-proof".
So he decided to humor you.
"Hm... Alright, darling. Do what you must."
He came to regret those words later...
Matte, satin, cream, sheer, glossy, liquid... Jester started losing track of how many types of lipstick you tried on him already. You were very... Excited. He could see that plastered all over your face.
Jester's face was covered in so many lipstick marks that he couldn't keep up. His face didn't show it much... But his breathing was labored.
"Awww... This one isn't kiss-proof either... Oh well! Let's keep trying!" You little tease. Jester could see right through your 'sorry' act. He was something of an actor himself, of course he could see through your lies.
He'd be lying if he said the thought of hypnotizing you to stop this didn't cross his mind... But did he actually do it?
...Of course he didn't. Perhaps he was enjoying this too. He just didn't let it be known.
"Ah yes. What a tragedy." Jester responded to your dramatic exclaimation with a sarcasm of his own. His sharp grin slowly stretched on his face, as he leaned back on the couch. Jester looked at the table where the many lipsticks are placed.
A thought crossed his mind... A thought that was too tempting to let go. His grin sharpened, as he chuckled, and grabbed one of your lipsticks.
A surprised expression passed on your face, as you looked at him in confusion. What was he doing? Nothing good usually happened when he had that look on his face.
"You can't possibly test all of these on your own, pet." Jester deliberately made sure to tease you, as he opened the satin lipstick that had a purple shade. Jester picked that one out seemingly for its color. "Allow me to... Help you out."
"Jester? What are you—" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he was on you, the lipstick on his lips. He pinned you on the couch, holding your wrists above your head, as he began kissing your lips directly.
Jester decided that he should return your favor, and kiss you back. Except... His bottled up excitement affected his kisses so much that he ended up not only covering your face with the lipstick... But also your body.
He undressed you slowly as he kissed down your body, making sure to enjoy you as much as he could.
You're lucky that he was on his break that time... Or else he'd leave you wet and weeping for him.
Though... It's not like he wouldn't give you what you want after his show.
Hopefully you learned your lesson; Jester likes your kisses way too much than he lets on.
Ticket Taker
Bill is a very busy man. Everybody knows that. He spends most of his time either obsessively cleaning the circus, or standing by the ticket stand.
...But he always makes time for you.
The moment you ask him that question, he almost thinks he misheard. Kiss-proof lipstick?? That sounded like nonsense to him.
He can't let himself get persuaded to engage in something so childish— .... His eyes drifted down to your lips, and he found his curiosity peaked.
He doesn't fully know what you mean by your request... But he does have an idea. He's seen some people on the circus grounds doing this one trend. Perhaps you're gonna do the same?
...Shit, if that's the case then he's down! Uh... He means- ahem. Sure. As long as it's... Appropriate. (He's way too proper for this).
"Oh? You want what now? ...I suppose I'll allow it."
The way he speaks made you almost think he's onto you, but he really wasn't. Because he had a small idea doesn't mean that he truly knows what you're planning.
Ticket Taker, Bill, was sitting on the couch. His mask is nowhere to be seen... Mostly because you tossed it across the room the moment he sat down. His back straight as a ruler... But his entirely composure and gentlemanly behavior cracked the moment your first landed on his cheek. Now he leaned back like melted butter.
Only you get to see him like that... And he'd like to keep it that way.
Bill watches you carefully, as you apply a new shade of lipstick on your lips. He tried to keep his thoughts pure... Really tried. But you were making it into a challenge for him and his sanity.
"What a bummer!" You exclaimed dramatically, placing your hands over your cheeks, as you pouted. Playing the whole thing up way more dramatically than it needed to be. "There's no kiss-proof lipstick! Well, looks like we're gonna have to keep searching!"
Bill rarely smiled, despite his mask wearing a smile. But he really couldn't help the way his lips curled up into an amused smile when you spoke those words. You were so silly... He liked that about you.
You expected to fluster him, make him speechless. Maybe a little needy... But you didn't expect him to point at one of the lipstick tubes. "Try this one. The color matches your eyes."
Bill doesn't get moments like this often. Moments where he can just relax next to his beloved... So he's taking full advantage of that now. He was genuinely engaging with your plan.
He seemed to notice your surprise, which was evident when he chuckled and shook his head. "Is something the matter?"
"You're... Not flustered? Even a little bit?" You blinked at him, but you still reached for the lipstick he was pointing at. Soft blush rising on your cheeks.
Bill shook his head, and gently lifted you up by your waist, sitting you down on his knee. "Not at all. Please... Continue search for- uh... The 'kiss-proof' lipstick."
You knew that he was onto you when you saw his grin. But still... Your fun wasn't ruined, it was reciprocated. Which made your smile widen in sheer glee.
The next hour was spent with you kissing Bill all over his face with various different shades of lipstick.
He might've lost himself in you for a moment... But he didn't regret a single moment with you.
He picked the right human as his mate.
Bill wasn't as freaky as the others, but if you ask really nicely... He will take you to the bedroom.
The Doctor
You want to try what now with him??
He didn't fully understand your request... And being the nerd genius that he is, he immediately began making up theories of what you could possibly plan.
Kiss-proof... Sounded like waterproof. Waterproof is a term used for things that can withstand water. So... Going by that logic— ...oh. Oh.
You got The Doctor flustered for a single moment, only from being caught off guard. Of course, nothing slips past the doctor.
But... The thought of you trying to figure out what lipstick is kiss-proof... He suddenly took it way too seriously.
"Sweetie, you should've said so earlier."
You think he'll let you do what you please for a moment... But no. He didn't. He grabbed your hand, gently, and started taking you towards his tent without even asking you any more questions.
Well... By the looks of it, you were busted.
You've been sitting in The Doctor's chair for a while now. Staring up at the huge bird man, as he held up one of your lipsticks. You should've known that he'd take this thing seriously... Great.
"Are you aware that kissing requires the engagement of exactly one hundred and forty-six muscles?" You usually liked listening to The Doctor's fun facts about the human body... But this isn't really what you envisioned.
You sighed, and shook your head. "That's... Fascinating, Doctor. But I was hoping—"
"So let's put that to the test, shall we?" The suddenness of The Doctor's next words made you pause. Your eyes widened as you looked up into his eyes. That plague mask of his is still in place, as his huge hand gently grabs your face. Tilting it up.
You can't properly see it for a moment, but The Doctor smiles widely behind his mask. Unclasping the red lipstick, and gently applying it on your lips. "I admire your creativity, [Name]... But I must interject."
He hesitated for a fraction of a moment, before taking off his mask. The shadows were so convenient that you couldn't even see his face right now. How cruel.
You only remember your doctor leaning in closer to you, before kissing you. Directly on the lips. Your eyes fluttered close as he got really into it. Gently biting down on your lower lip. You moaned into the kiss... But before anyone could go further, he leaned away. Placing his hand on your thigh, he grinned, and grabbed another shade of lipstick from the table with his other free hand.
"This one didn't hold up. Let's try again."
You weren't the one giving The Doctor kisses... He was the one who initiated them. Over and over again.
Your lips were very kissable... And he liked the excuse of figuring out which lipstick is kiss-proof.
Except he couldn't really care less what lipstick was kiss-proof. He just wanted to keep kissing you. He knows he probably didn't need that excuse... But eh. A win is a win.
cw: smut with vaginal penetration. love as violence a little bc yk. minors dni.
Sometimes Vergil just can’t help it.
There’s something about the sensation of his teeth grazing along the surface of your skin - a bare shoulder, the curve of your neck, the mound of your breast that incites something primal in him, an augmented form of desire that beckons to the part of his self that isn’t human, the one he both venerates and abhors if it really comes down to it. There’s something that tells him to grow fangs and bite, to sink deep into your flesh, and let your voice cry out in the erotic nature of pain that is indulged, not unexpected.
But, pent up as he is today, the fear of devouring you outstrips the desire to bite, because of how your eyes look, pupils dilated and dark, lips gently parted and wanting.
How could he ever harm you?
He means to sigh, but it sounds staggered, like drawing in a deep breath that’s more like a gasp.
“Turn around.”
You don’t fight him this time, not because you’ve already been pinned down to the bed, hopeless and helpless but because you’re needy. An index finger transformed into a claw has already torn down the midline of your nightdress and the open piece slips off effortlessly as you turn, presenting yourself to him. Rump angled upwards, pussy in full view, lips glistening and wet, docile. Human.
At some point in his younger years, he may have purported that he’d never kneel for anyone, no less a weak human of your ilk, but he’s on his knees as his tongue explores that precious space, sucking and slurping as if it were a sort of ambrosia that dripped from between your thighs. His teeth gently raze the surface of your labia and the desire comes back - to nibble, to bite.
He can’t harm you, he thinks, as his tongue circles your clit from behind, as he inhales your scent and massages your thighs and draws out your first tremors with his treacherous mouth alone.
Breathy, soft, you call his name, as you collapse forward, and once your knees have folded under you, he’s ready to slip his aching cock in and you gasp at the fullness, just as he shudders at the precious clamp of your body around him.
Such a weak, petulant thing, and yet you might as well hold him physically and emotionally in a vice grip. Recovering himself, he lets his hand slide down the arch of your back to take a fistful of your hair. And then it loosens.
How could he ever harm you?
“Breathe,” he whispers, gentler this time as you whine, adjusting. It’s an order to both you and him, and his eyes close as he slots himself in firmer, more flush with your ass. You exhale, and he moves.
Slow first, gentle, taking advantage of long arms to cradle the front of your delicate neck, tilting your head upwards, a finger creeping into your mouth. Then fast, hungry, both hands squeezing at your waist, grabbing at skin and flesh. Then needy, again, pressing weight atop you as he presses his chest close to your back.
Your hand creeps backwards, bold, to caress a cheek.
“You can look at me, you know,” you offer softly between sighs. “I won’t run.”
He doesn’t answer immediately, but he allows himself the indulgence of nipping at your earlobe.
“You can’t run.”
It’s true and yet said, tentatively, begging for you to say otherwise.
“Nor would it ever cross my mind.”
Your waves flow to a stop, which only seems to accentuate how thick he is inside you, how heavy and warm his body is despite the ice he surrounds himself with, the beat of his long-neglected heart. Suspended together for a moment, without movement, you inhale the moment.
“I do want you. Terribly. You don’t have to take anything from me... you don’t have to worry about hurting me - you never can.”
His hand finds yours spread against the mattress, his fingers intertwining with yours.
“You’re foolish.”
“Love and logic don’t necessarily mix,” you murmur, a smile on your face.
Another bite at your shoulder, sharp enough to draw blood. You wince, but you endure.
Another stroke, harder, faster this time, and you cry out, but hold his hand tighter.
“Want you,” you eke out in soft reassurance.
A few kisses scatter against your neck and a muffled, “want you,” imprints itself into your skin.
୭˚. ᵎᵎ summary: during your pregnancy, your husband only wants to make you feel good.
୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!reader, reader is pregnant, established relationship/marriage, 18+, fingering, praise kink, teases, explicit words, explicit content.
“Carry on, my wife.”
The voice, so unperturbed and balanced, instructed your ears, exerting unalterable control over the words; a drastic calm, which also bothered you. — It burned, deeply, and increasingly, your skin.
Your husband, unusually, would never stop teaching you to be patient, to remain impassive — such words were ironic, like a joke about his past — even if it might take longer than expected.
“Vergil, i don’t…” — Your words, if they could be considered, slipped, incoherently, and not maintaining harmony of meaning, it was ridiculous, humiliating; you were starting to become blind, incapable of any shit in your head.
The half-demon, your lovely husband, kept you, in pure and complete comfort, between his thighs; pleasing a position where your belly, which was gestating your firstborn, would fit. — Firstborn, it was such a beautiful word, wasn't it? — The bed amplified the comfort, the fine and satiny sheets that blended together.
Oh, it wasn't just that. — Worried, perhaps, a little complacent, and austere with your complaints, which were not few, of contractions, discomfort and a thirst for need, Vergil didn't worry about a solution; his lover always knew what, in fact, to do. — Or rather, his fingers knew what to do.
“Can’t you tell me how your day was?” — He breathed, feigning disappointment, against the back of your neck, leaving a small kiss on the warm skin; at the same time, moving his middle finger inside you. — “I’m so curious.”
Your hand snaked down Vergil's strong arm, pressed so tightly against your body, lightly scraping your nails and feeling him shiver faintly. — The damned man laughed, seeing your despair and delight, which was so adorable, he followed his lips to your reddened cheek, kissing. — Such an affectionate gesture.
Vergil rested his back against the headboard, made of pure and resistant wood, in front of your body that rubbed desperately against his legs; with your hip, you tried to intensify the pleasure, wanting more while, with the other hand, you supported yourself on your belly. — A stunning scene for him.
“My wife,” — He claimed softly in his voice, breathing deeply and inhaling your scent; something that left him distracted, addicted as a demon is thirsty for blood. — “I have the right to know if you felt any pain or dissatisfaction.” — During the small reprimand, Vergil increased the speed of his finger, exuding a wet noise between your thighs. — “I would hate to know that my child is causing you so much mercy.” — The speech sounded sweet with a touch of predominance.
Gods, upon learning that he had impregnated you, after countless mating sessions, — such animalistic vocabulary, which came out of his scrupulous and brave mouth, causing a burning sensation between your legs — Vergil severely held you in his claws.
Not that this is an objection, ever.
The long finger provided a slow, disgusting “come and go” against all the agony that burned in your chest, wanting to delight and release that trapped pressure. — But it was so delicious, delirious, hellish.
“V-Vergil..!” — Tears began to threaten your eyes, the selfish and power-hungry man pushed, deepened, his finger, touching and feeling your velvety walls; locked and inside your pussy, he stimulated, moved his finger. — “My husband, my husband..” — You repeated it countless times.
“Yes, my darling?” — That damned demon, and he was still the father of your child, drove her crazy and, formidably, fucked you up. — “Tell me.” — The sky-blue eyes, which always contemplated you, in every detail that could exist in you, traveled to his hand; including his head, enhancing his vision, he observed the silver shine on his ring finger, his wedding ring.
The proof of your union, commitment to the faithful and pure passion bond between you and him. — The pact, the promise that would never be broken in any life.
“I felt nothing.” — Finally, you spoke, and you weren’t lying; even though it was extremely difficult to format words or be fair to your lover. — “I swear to you, i swear..”
Your head turned, along with a few strands of hais standing out against the eldest's chest, and those dilated, trembling and, in the midst of voluptuousness, ecstatic eyes met Vergil's face. — You were so charming, apollonian; you always were.
“I just missed you, my love.” — Your voice pleaded, whimpering through the teary vision; Sparda smiled delicately, dedicating human tenderness. — “Please,” — Tears began to roll.
“My beautiful wife,” — Vergil kissed your forehead, feeling a salty taste on his lips, removing one hand that prevented you from closing your legs completely, and resting it on top of yours, which was on your belly. — “the lovely mother of my child.” — The words warmed your heart, entering into fascination.
When he finished speaking, Vergil returned to investing small, quick and flexible thrusts with the same finger, smiling when he heard your needy and melodic meows. — And nodding his head in agreement with anything that came out of your cute little mouth.
notes: screaming @luneariaa bc why did i fold so badly for vergil after watching the season 2 trailer that just dropped?! this is such a self indulgent and unedited mess,,,, it may even be ooc- but i don’t even care anymore!!! i need to get this out!!
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thinking about having hate sex with vergil sparda.
he has you harshly pinned against the wall, the tip of his nose inhaling your scent deeply before biting down on the side of your neck. you let out a low hiss, basking in the sensation of pleasure and pain as the half demon began leaving his mark on you.
“you think you know me, huh?” his voice was grave and filled with a sense of contempt mixed in with desire. “you think you can just waltz into my life, and that i’d just accept you?”
your breathing becomes hitched when his large hands were felt trailing a blaze down the length of your legs. he traces at the outline of your ass before giving it an audible slap!-
acting like he was finally claiming what had always belonged to him.
with one swift motion, he slides off your shorts, tearing your panties to shreds before pressing himself against your entrance. despite how he still had his clothes on, you could feel how hard and hot he was through the fabric.
“you’ve been prancing around me like a mare in heat…” his words sent a new wave of heat down your spine, and you felt yourself shivering when he cups at your aching cunt from behind. your breathing becomes labored when he slides a thick digit within your heat, collecting the evidence of your arousal as he felt it drip into the palm of his hands. “you’re so wet already… and it’s all for me.”
caging you against the wall with his body, you could hear the shifting of fabric before feeling something hot and pulsating against your entrance. he slides the underside of his cock up and down your outer lips, collecting your juices before slowly entering your heat.
he teases you for a few beats-
sliding the tip of his cock in and out of your core, barely giving you every inch of him as you began to whine in response to his teasing.
“please vergil, please-“
yet your begging was cut off the moment vergil finally slides the entirety of his cock within you-
impaling you with every breathtaking inch of him as he began a rapid pace.
the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room, and you could feel your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. every push and pull of his hips sent a new wave of red hot pleasure coursing through you-
and you never wanted this to end.
his muffled groans were felt against your shoulder, making you tremble as you struggled to remain upright against the wall. vergil must have felt the sudden shift in you as he suddenly had both of his hands gripping at the back of your thighs. taking advantage of his strength, vergil continues to pound into you, with his cock invading every little inch of you as you began sobbing in response to the sheer intensity of it all.
“ngh… damn you, woman… i hate this- i hate you…!” he punctuates his statement with another powerful thrust! sending another wave of pleasure as you cried out to him once more. “but what i hate the most is how you always take over my mind. how i can never get rid of the scent of your perfume that lingers in the air… or how good you feel around this cock.”
vergil maintains his connection with you, leaning back as he continues to hold you upright while allowing his free hand to travel downwards, touching the part of you that remains oh so intimately connected to him before pinching at your swollen clit. that was enough to topple you over the edge, the strain in your abdomen felt snapping as you saw a blinding light within your vision-
you came with a shout of vergil’s name, back arched against his broad chest as he continues to shove his cock in and out of you. like a starved beast, he continues to help you ride out your climax, never once stopping as he harshly whispers in your ear,
“you want to stay with me so badly? fine. i’ll allow it. but be prepared to never leave my side… and expect your body to be so familiar with the shape of me that you’ll always feel empty when i’m not inside…”
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all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
You've been fucking around with Vergil for a few weeks now, keeping it a secret from his brother- in which who you worked for. The crazier part, Dante doesn't even know that Vergil has been around.
“Calm down, you’re late almost every day. Now it’s a problem when I am?”
You sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes as Dante screamed at you through the phone. You stretched as one arm lifted above you and you muscled loosened up a bit. Your head turned to look at the empty spot beside you, then out the floor-to-ceiling windows on your small studio apartment. The cars on the roads below moved like ants in a hill, always having somewhere to go.
“Yeah, I’m the owner of the business, that’s why I’m exempt. If you weren’t my best asset, I would’ve fired you.” Dante grumbled. You rolled your eyes, “I’d quit before you get the chance. But give me 30 minutes tops.” You retorted as you made you way to the bathroom.
You hung up the phone and stood in the mirror. Reddish spots littered your neck, collarbone, and chest- hickeys from the previous night. The events of last night played through your head like a movie. Hands on your body that were rough, yet gentle. Your fingers brushing through white locks of hair. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. The moment was passionate and blissful despite it being something so casual. It ate at you though. Why? Because it was Vergil, Dante’s own brother.
You should care, considering the fact that Dante hasn’t seen Vergil in a very long time. But really, it’s been a blur for you. First you two had coincidentally met while you were on a solo mission, then even more after that. You eventually told him how you worked for Dante after he questioned why you were always dealing with monstrosities no human could handle. Vergil then told you he was his older twin brother. The truth shouldn’t have shocked you, Vergil looked almost exactly like Dante. A while after that encounter, Vergil suddenly suggested that you two could…hook up. You almost questioned him until he explained that Dante was a huge mess (according to your ranting).
“His foolish business isn’t supposed to be for regular people to handle. It’s stressing you out and I…I’m at a crossroad myself.”
Whatever that meant. But he wasn’t wrong- missions like these often did stress you out sometimes and they were even back to back. You could barely catch a break these days. So you accepted it and oh, it was almost the best decision you’ve ever made. Vergil was good. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 good. The way his cold hands felt on your burning skin, the delicious pain of every bite and mark he left on your neck. It was heaven disguised as hell and I’m the end it left you satisfied until the next time you two met. The only condition was that Dante would never know- don’t even mention the fact that you met Vergil in the first place.
That was gonna be a tough task today, Vergil damn near left bites on every part of your neck and chest. You didn’t feel like pulling out the makeup box and spend another hour trying to cover them up and you had 30 minutes to get to that raggedy building. You rub your temple slightly regretting the fact that Vergil came over last night. Now it was another day of trying to convince Dante that it was not a big deal.
Getting dressed and gathering every that you needed, you left your apartment in a hurry.
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Taking your seat at the empty desk, you looked around, hoping that Dante hadn’t shown up yet. As if your prayers were answered, the sign on the desk read ‘Out to Lunch,’ You scratched at your neck as you mentally scream at yourself for choosing the thickest, itchiest turtleneck in your closet.
“Oh what a wonderful idea, Y/n…” you mumbled. Quickly, you rid yourself of that insufferable turtleneck and pulled out a spare shirt. At least you thought ahead. As soon as you put your spare shirt on, the wooden entrance doors bursted open and in came Dante and with boxes of pizzas stacked in his hands. Typical.
“Finally, you showed up- what the hell is going on here?” Dante pointed at you with one hand, a shocked but cheeky smile curling the corners of his lips. Quickly you came up with the best excuse you had. “Walked into a swarm of uh..mosquitoes,” you scratched your neck to play into the act of actually getting bitten by mosquitoes. “Mosquitoes my ass,” he said setting the pizzas down on the desk- practically shoving your things onto the floor. “Unless Mosquitoes make you stammer and make your cheeks turn that weird color.”
“Allergic reaction,”
“Who is he?”
You groaned and leaned back into the swivel chair you sat on. “What do you care? You sound like my dad.” You teased, crossing her arms. “We made an agreement, so I can’t tell you.” You finally answered as you reached down to retrieve your fallen belongings. “Come on, it’s not like he’s famous. I won’t tell anyone,” Dante pleaded, opening the pizza box that sat on top of the rest. The scent of fresh pepperoni pizza clouded your sense of smell. “You’re out of luck, I’m not telling you.” You said again, putting your foot down this time.
“Forget it. Anyway, I got a gig just for you.” Dante said, biting into a slice of pizza. He fished into the pocket of his iconic red coat and pulled out a piece of paper. He slammed it down in which you picked it up and read it. You frowned as you read the details and set the paper back down.
“I’m not doing that.” You say, crossing your arms. “I’ll pay you double,” Dante bargained. “That’s what you said last time,” you retorted. “It’s coming, alright? I just gotta get some things sorted out.” He rambled. “Fine. Triple it. And I want a weekend off. No calls, no texts. Just a weekend vacation.”
“What? Who’s supposed to help me run the place?” Dante griped. “Your nephew and his tinkering sidekick.” You suggested, not really leaving any room for another question. Dante sighed and shook his head. “Deal.”
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Unlocking the door, you stumbled into your apartment, dropping everything haphazardly on the floor. Your hair was tousled and you were absolutely drenched in sweat. You were glad to be done with that gig Dante gave you- as if he couldn’t do himself. You shut the door behind you and sighed, padding over to the kitchenette to grab a water. You pulled open the refrigerator door and fished out a water bottle. Twisting the cap off, you chugged down the ice cold water without a care in the world.
“I take it my brother worked you to the bone…again,”
The sudden voice made you spit out a mouthful of water and left you startled. You looked around then stopped when you saw Vergil sitting in the arm chair in the living room. He shut the book he was reading and stood up.
“How did you get in here?!” You questioned with your hand over your chest to calm your beating heart. Vergil set the book on the ottoman in front of the chair, then left his Yamato leaning on the wall. “I was going to knock, but the door was already left open for me. You didn’t even close it all the way.” Vergil explained. You sighed at the realization and covered your face with both of your hands. “Of course I did…” you muttered.
“With that being said, you’re stressed out again. You see what I mean.” He said, stepping closer. Vergil towered over you, hand coming up to lift your chin. He inspected you and how sweaty you looked with an unreadable expression. “This’ll do,” he said, shrugging off his blue coat and letting it drop to the floor. You stepped back, the cold metal of the fridge touching your back and making you tense up. “Now? Seriously, I need a really good shower right now.” You tried to reason with Vergil, but his hands were already on your hips.
“A shower? Just for you to get all sweaty again when I’m done with you?” Vergil’s eyebrow raised. “Don’t even bother until tomorrow. There’s no point.” He grumbled, leaning down to nip at your jawline. You winced at the slight pain though it made you clench your thighs together already. You didn’t know what it was, but it was some mysterious charm that only Vergil had that was able to get you hot and bothered in an instant. His hands remained planted on your hips and his shallow breath moved upwards to meet your lips. “I’m not carrying you,” he whispered before finally kissing you like a man who hadn’t been touched in a long time. He was that man after all.
You didn’t dare break the kiss. Instead, you guided him back to where you two always ended up: your bed. Clothes trailed from the kitchenette to your bedroom- by then,you were only in your panties, and Vergil in his underwear. Vergil finally pulled away as he panted like a man dying of thirst. The warmth of his breath traveled from your lips to the corner of your jawline, his head moving down to press kisses against it. His hands moved to your sides flipping you over onto your stomach with ease. You gasped in surprise at the sudden movement. “Vergil,” you tried to speak.
“Quiet.”
The sudden demand sent a slight jolt of pleasure and surprise through your body. You definitely didn’t say anything after that. You felt Vergil’s hand wandering the smooth expanse of your back. You tensed up a bit, not knowing what to expect from this man. You never knew what to expect, and that’s what made every meeting good. His fingers stopped just at the waistband of your panties, sliding beneath it while ready to pull them down your legs.
“We’re trying something new tonight. I didn’t want to startle you,” Vergil said, leaning down and pressing his lips to your back. You shuddered in pleasure, squeezing your thighs together as you felt your core beginning to drip. Vergil’s fingers tugged on your already moist panties, lifting your legs to pull them all the way off. “On your knees. Keep your head down on the pillow.” He instructed, leaving no room for any protest. You did as was told, shuffling to get on your knees as your back arched and your head remained resting on your pillow. You heard shuffling behind you, then Vergil’s hands prying your legs open. They slid up to wrap around your waist and set on the small of your back.
“Just…tell me if I need to stop.” He said. Without warning, his face dove into your sex- his tongue immediately attacking your clit. You gasped again, lifting your head up. Your toes curled as the pleasure intensified. You definitely didn’t expect for this to happen, though you did start to enjoy it. You let out soft moans while Vergil ruthlessly ate you up. His tongue lapped at your bundle of nerves as well as the juices that began to secrete from your very core. He ate like a starving predator the way he had you moaning into the pillow under your head. But you weren’t the only one who was getting a kick out of this.
Vergil groaned, almost louder than he usually did while he drank from your delicate flower. His hand curled into the skin just above your ass and he could feel his cock swelling in almost an instant, but he wasn’t ready to use it just yet. Vergil pulled away abruptly to catch his breath before immediately going back for seconds. His tongue slipped into your tight canal, wriggling it around before retracting and returning to your clit. He kept on- this new taste overloading his senses. You were a moaning mess by now, your head lifted as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. The sounds of slurping and your whimpering filled the room and possibly the whole apartment too.
Once he had enough, Vergil pulled away and sat up straight. He looked down, cock hard and ready for another long night. His hands remained on your waist while he pulled you closer. The tip of his dick nudged your entrance just before pushing inside slowly- stretching you out wonderfully. Your eyes clenched shut at the slight pain of Vergil’s intrusion, but fluttered open once again. The room felt ten times hotter and you were definitely sweatier than you were when you came home. You heard Vergil behind you, cursing under his breath. Who knows what he was saying?
Vergil loomed over you, chest against your sweaty back while he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You feel so much better this way,” he mumbled as one hand held your chin to lift your head. He began to move, thrusting into you deeply at a somewhat moderate past. His breath grew ragged as did yours while he fucked into you from behind. Moans began to pour from your lips, unwillingly matching the pattern of Vergil’s thrusts. Your legs trembled slightly, but refused to give out so soon. Vergil huffed again, leaning down to kiss and leave more marks on your neck. He even rejuvenated the hickeys that littered your skin.
Your hands clenched the sheets, arms tensing as the pleasure Vergil provided was too much to bear. “Fuck, Vergil…” you cursed, eyes clamped shut again as he kept on going. Vergil pulled away, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. He used one hand to slide up into your hair, bunching it up into his fist and tugging on it. He didn’t pull it like some madman, no. He tugged it, his grip firm yet gentle in a way.
Vergil didn’t respond, he just kept on going. His other hand left your waist and joined one of your hands in the sheets, intertwining with your fingers. He picked up a faster speed, the sound of skin slapping growing more rapid to match. You let out yet another mewl, feeling your special spot being hit repeatedly. You clenched around his girth, feeling it slide against your spongey walls. Juices leaked onto his cock, creating a sticky mess between both of you. Your back arched while you moaned in utter bliss- you could hear Vergil’s grunts and groans while he fucked into you some more. Just thinking about how he must’ve looked while fucking you from behind brought you closer. Having no clue about what he was doing or felt always did that to you.
Vergil tugged at your hair again, his own head throwing back at the feeling of his cocked shoved deep into your sex, and your moans. Using one hand, you brought your hand up to join Vergil’s in your hair, just for him to let go and pinne you other hand down. “Stop,” he grunted. “Don’t even try it,” he said. He shuddered, the telltale sign of him getting closer to his own high. “I’m close…and you are too,” he mumbled, never ceasing his movements. It was amazing how he just knew these things.
After one final thrust, it all came down. Vergil pulled out quickly, letting your body fall limp on the mattress as his cum spurt onto your back. You yourself was spent, catching your breath while the room spun. Vergil joined you, lying in the empty spot next to yours. He didn’t look at you, just up at the ceiling. You turned over onto your side, ignoring the fact that Vergil’s semen dripped off your back and onto the sheets. You noticed the way his usually slicked back hair now flowed along his jaw. You reached for his platinum white hair, only to be stopped when he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he warned. It sounded playful more than a threat. You sigh and pulled your hand away in defeat.
“Did Dante ever find out?” Vergil suddenly asked. You shook your head and rolled onto your back, “Almost,” you answered. “Knowing him, it won’t be long before does find out. What would you do if he did?” You asked. Vergil scoffed, almost chuckling. “He can try and fight me for it, but we know the outcome of it all.”
Synopsis. When he’s furious, he’s fast. And rough.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, angry s, manhandIing, they’re FÉRAL, full neIsons, headIocks, creampíes, cúmplay, GOJO’S POWERS, fíngering, chokíng, spítting, p talking, true form Sukuna, dp, p sIapping, breaking the bed, ratio technique, exhíbitionísm (Geto), rough s, they’re big, dumbíficatíon, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Heheh hope you have a lovely week <3
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - BACK-BREAKER.
CRACK!
It takes a second for Toji to even register the splintering noise let alone realize that he’d just shattered your bed into almost a thousand pieces. Darkened eyes narrowing- a bad gig today and now this?
“Mmm, Toji–” You’re turning your dazed head back to whimper oh-so-cutely. Lips wobbling as you take in the state of your poor bedsprings, “You broke the- oh!”
And Toji Fushiguro didn’t care.
He didn’t care if your bed was in one piece let alone sagging on one side. And before you can even flutter your teary lashes, you’re finding yourself flatly sprawled on your bedroom floor. Spine arched into a curve, legs smeared open by his strong knee.
“Be good for me, girl.” One of his rough, scarred hands creeps up on your neck to manhandle you still. He spanks his puffy n’ red tip down your core with a dampened pap! Voice fuming, “Your husband’s had a baaad day.”
Wait…husband?
Your poor mouth dangles open to ask what he meant by that- but the only thing sneaking out is a shrill whimper. “Fuh-fuck! Oh my god, why are you so big-”
Because Toji’s sheathing in a few of his hard, solid inches in a single thrust. Barely giving you time to adjust, barely letting you even breathe prior to holding onto your rapidly pulsating throat n’ dragging your body up and down in harsh jerks to meet his.
“Fuck. Shut up.” He’s channeling out a seething hiss, every one of your sweet sounds made his large, weeping tip twitch. Achingly. “Shut up and take- it-”
It’d been nearly hours now since he’d come back from some mission gone awry n’ taken it out on your poor, sensitive cunt. Now tenderly weeping out every time he furiously pours out another batch of wadded pre.
Toji’s barely even moving in his usually looong, teasing strikes that have you squirming endlessly. Right now he’s fucking you through the frigidly polished hardwood with rough, pummeling half-thrusts that have his own pelvis burning bright red at the slamming impact.
And you’re so sensitive from it.
Sobbing, “B-but it’s so much.”
“Shit- if this pretty pussy can’t take it then no one can, doll.” Toji has the audacity to tilt his head sexily and whistle. The wet underside of his shaft rawly inching deeper to stretch your hole wiiidely. “What is it- want me to beg? S’that it? You want me to beg, mama?”
Whining, his rude restraint on your windpipe grows stronger - and so does his cadence.
With a grunt he swats his plush balls against your cunt and watches as the contact makes your eyes stupidly whirl. “N-ngh- Toji–!”
“Heh- alright then…please.” Grinning, he’s so mean in the way he’s leaning his muscular body down so that you’re dealing with the brunt of his weight. “Please. Hold those legs up f’me and ngh- let your husband blow off a lil’ steam.” Mockingly, annoyed - but not at you, never at you. “Please.”
Leisurely, you’re only half-way registering what you’re doing once your hands instinctively dive down to perk the inner part of your thighs up. “Like this?”
“More.”
Struggling. “This?”
He snickers, “Difficult? Need me to fuck ya into the hah– floor instead?” He already was. Letting him throw your jittery legs onto his shoulders and bending–“Not enough, my wife.”
“Wh-what?!”
“I said…” It’s such a primal mating press right then n’ there on the ground. Your thighs on his deltoids, your ass against his washboard abs.
Toji pliably uses his inhuman strength to roughen you up all he wanted, the fleshy curves of his muscles flexing as he did. It was so mouth-watering to ogle him - all veins of his neck popping out, pecs tense, temple glittered with a thin line of sweat. Easing inside. Groaning, “-not enough.”
“O-oh mmm–” You’re steadily melting as his rugged length angles a straight whack! against the cute target of cute g-spot. Still so delicately bruised from all those rounds prior. “There! Right- ngh- there, baby–”
So deep and big inside of you now that his cocktip was stretchin’ the areas of your walls until you’re damn near seeing stars.
Swabbing every slick orifice with his reddened, blushing crown, he’s so far gone that the way you twist your hands into his beefy forearms and claaaw your way down only makes him let off a dopey smile. “Tch- like kitten scratches, mmmm- yeah yeah, try harder, doll.”
Harder. Faster. And it was all because of that damn gig- what that damn Shiu had said…
It feels so raw having him inside you, spank after spank you’re reeling from- easily making a complete mess of you.
Hiking his naturally sculptured thighs further upwards to press a deep snog against your cervix, you’re feeling the spheroid of his mushroomy tip surface the spongy layer of your womb and you sob.
“Harder. C’mon now- harder.” Toji bites out at you, the honed points of his canines gleaming with a layer of slobber. He was drooling at the repeatedly squelching music of your hot, dripping pussy now. “Oh, the lil’ kitty’s purring for me now…h-heh. Is she gonna cum—?”
He knew the state of your sweet, syrupy cunt more than you did.
Because just then you’re feeling the white-hot sparks swimming near your navel, thighs shaking ‘round Toji’s gyration hips. You can only nod and nod and nod, “C-close! Not gonna last…”
“There there, mama.” He flicks the pinkish edge of his tongue over his scarred lips, just the sight of you all wet and leaking over him maddening. Flopping his tastebuds out to taste your salty tear-tracks, “Cum for me.” Before you can utter a word, his free hand spanks down on your weepy cunt and dips a thumb past your slit. Treating your quivering clit like a button- one strike on your pretty nub, one strike to your g-spot. “Cum. Harder now.”
You don’t even realize you do until Toji’s gasping.
Until he’s grinning, until his painfully rock-hard cock bulges just a few centimeters even bigger at the sight of your mouth gaping in awe.
Toes curled, mouth flapping, overstimulated to tears. “T-Toji–! Cum…ing…”
Your slick-sprayed thighs plaster to the side of his obliques, front glued to his ladder-like abs as he sliiides down between vicious thrusts. Leaving no room for you to collect your breath. Leaving no room for you to even start thinking again—
“We haven’t broken the floor yet, doll.” Toji rustles his heady breath over your features, feral. “And Shiu’s gonna see what happens when he tries ta flirt with my wife.”
Oh.
♡ NANAMI KENTO - A reeeal man
You had your mouth gagged with Nanami’s silky yellow tie, your eyes curling to the back of your head. Jittery hands struggling to find purchase anywhere for dear life—“Mmpf, Ken—!”
And you were just so cute with your wet, puffy folds squeezin’ down on him that Nanami has to force himself to tear his hazy irises away from your cunt. “S’alright, my love.” Cooing, one of his fat thumbs darts up to swipe away the line of sparkly drool seeping from your lips. “Don’t wanna be mean. And I- ngh- don’t wanna be too rough, but…”
But he couldn’t help it.
Oh, ever since the moment he woke up in this very hospital bed after fighting that damned curse Mahito- Nanami Kento couldn’t help himself.
Parched for his dear wife’s pretty pussy when he thought he’d never see you again, he’s just slightly roughened up after Shoko had mended him, as good as new. Able to fuck you as good as new in this sloppy full nelson.
Chiseled pecs heaving, groans claggy.
“Fuck, darling, you’d be lucky if I don’t eat you alive.”
Whining, your back arches as his rugged hands come sliding underneath your knees to tug them all the way up to your tits. Tight. Rude.
His scorching hot breath hits the side of ear in gusts, “I’m- I’m gonna break you, my wife.” Uttering this just as Nanami’s feet plant firmly flat on the creaky bedsprings to shovel his cock deeper. The utter fuckin’ stress of everything that’d happened during battle only making his reddened, ravaged cock oh-so-merciless. “I’m gonna fuck you so had that m’gonna hafta apologize.”
You swear the round, curving edge of his cocktip only grows harder every time he’s remembering - getting angrier. Furiously pumping between your pussylips, it just feels so good to have your calm, sensible husband take it out on your pussy until the toned area of his pelvis is stinging red.
“Ngh– mmm- there.”
And Nanami didn’t know whether he should be proud or shocked at the way that geysering hole of yours only grows wetter. A sticky lather of syrup trickling down his veiny shaft- “You…you like that?”
All you can do is nod- your head falling slightly backwards to hit his strong collarbone, where he takes the opportunity to sweetly kiss the side of your cheek.
Murmuring - more to himself this time than you. “You want it- rough.”
It all happens at once- in one blink of your dewy eyes.
Nanami has your whiny throat caught in one of his big, beefy biceps in a headlock. His ankles looped over yours to smear them even further apart, n’ his large, bulbous cock swinging inside so deep.
And you suddenly have your teary cunt stinging with impact, your tastebuds sizzling at the stretch. “I’m r-really gonna break you, my love.” And yet, he just couldn’t stop himself. He’s rovering his hungry shaft with hard, slamming thrusts. “Really, really…”
Slap after slap.
Even though Nanami’s voice was so very gentle with you, his hips were anything but.
As if he’s slowly regaining his cursed strength and ramming every shred of it into swabbing your sloppy orifice. Letting his hip bones dig deeply into the cheeks of your ass, you’re whining. “M-more!”
“More…?”
“More.” Cheeks still stuffed with the length of his tie, you’re hastily trying to spit it out- just to have him push one of his ringed hands over and squeeze your cheeks. Pushing. Holding you still. And Nanami’s sheer cadence is so hard n’ fast that your legs fall further open like they’re completely boneless. “Want you in like mmm- this.”
Like this?
The metallic clinic bedframe creaks as he only picks up his pace, grunting. “Being all- hah-disrespected like this?” Drilling into you like he was crazed- he’s never been so sloppy, so disoriented, so messy with a pool of precum laying over your folds. He spanks his wedding band on your swollen clit and watches as you squirm. “How does it feel like this, huh?” Tugging rudely on that sensitive nub, “Lettin’ me treat that pussy like a little slut?”
It’s like he’s tightening his restraint on your windpipe and asking you into making your shrilling wails. Goading you to.
“P-please-”
“How does it feel? Goood?”
Your maw splashes a polish of drool down his veiny forearm, your head pathetically airy with bloodrush. All you can whimper are tiny ‘yesses’ and ‘please!’
Voice higher-pitched, breaking. “Don’t say things like that.” Cutting off your rapid breaths as he raises his toned spine to rut n’ rut- “Gonna hafta draw you a long-” His thick veins were throbbing at this point, patterning across every inch inside of you. The towering curves of his body frame twitch as he’s feeling the stress seep away from him. “-loooong bath after this- and the deepest- massage.”
You’re so wet that you’re squirting off a few dribbles of syrupy sap and his precum, shiny in the overhead lights. And he breathes, “And another ring- fuck!”
Oh, with his blond brows furrowed and his glassy gaze blurred at the feeling of your sweet, sweet cunt- Nanami doesn’t waste a single second before striking your sensitive g-spot with a slick thwack!
Repeatedly. Accurately, oh-so-hard with his strength that your teeth are on edge. “F-fuck! There-” Your poor hips are starting to run away from the raw impact, but Nanami can’t bear that-
“Come- come back.” Headlock still in place, you’re being hauled back down until the line of his tawny happy trail nuzzles your back. One more thrash of his weepy divot into your g-spot. Two more. Three more. Four-
And it’s only later that your mind registers the pricking sensation of the charged air around you two. Almost as if your pussydrunk husband was leaking…electricity? No, that couldn’t be. It was more like…
Oh, fuck…your eyes widen. His ratio technique.
He was out of control- and it seems like Nanami is hit with the very same realization. Gasping sharply, “Oh, darling, you are not going to be walking out of this.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Jury Duty
“Now…I don’t get mad, gorgeous.” Oh, but Geto Suguru was fuming - not because you’d messed up your sneaky lil’ mission to collect data from the sorcerers- no.
The very memory makes him slide his glistening fingertips down your raw, leaking slit. Letting off the loudest ringing sluuuurp–! once he’s digging between your puffy folds to squeeze your clit. Humming, “But was it quite so necessary to be that…close?”
He was mad because of just how sweetly you were talking to that nameless assistant that’d tried his best to get your number. Oh, if only Geto could’ve taken care of him right then and there.
“B-but-”
“Was it?” Raising his head, his darkened eyes face your little audience of the rest of his cult members, surrounding the two of you on the tatami mats. “Did you think you could pull a fast one on me?”
Heads bowed, reverent of their leader. Each n’ every one there shivers at his attention- and you don’t even get to hear their answer before he’s kissing his plush lips down the line of your back- holding you firmly still with a hand at your throat once the curve of his cock slips just between your legs.
You’re whining, “No it wasn’t- please!”
“Stay.” Voice deep, tone guttural. He’s clinging on with a clawed hand onto the side of your hips, no matter how much you wrestle and thrash and ache for more- you couldn’t move because of his carnal, strong hold. Not a single inch.
“He was just hck! being nice.”
“And now you can’t stop talking about him, gorgeous?” And Geto knows he’s being unfair. He knows he’s being mean. But the way you just turned so slippery n’ wet once he’s spanking the entrance to your cunt with his reddened, blushing tip makes him only grin. “Guess you’ll just get to talk out of her.”
Geto was silently seething, watching the way your spit-stuck mouth hangs faaaar ajar with every solid inch he slips inside. Sensually, slow enough that your thighs twitch and you can’t do anything but whine once he’s holding you still to rub the fat of his veins against your sweetest spots. Over and over.
“H-heh-” Something in his voice cracks. “Don’t think she even deserves this. Now, do we think she deserves my entire fucking cock, hm—?”
Oh, the low purr in his voice makes both you and the cult shiver- and your popped ears catch a few stray agreements. Geto’s answering tone low in your ear, “You’re lucky they’re being nice~”
But he wasn’t - and before you know it, your boyfriend has one thigh hiked to help take you from behind. The spheroid of his mushroomed tip flared and red-hot lodging straight into your cervix as he sinks in, pushing and pushing and pushing.
He gasps at the slight resistance of your tight hole, “Take it.” Honed fangs snarling, partially-closed eyes locked onto the way slick was gluing your pussylips all sweet n’ together. Your mouth drops as you stare over your shoulder and wonder whether he was even talking to you.
Because his low, breathy tone made it sound like Geto was babbling like never before.
Spitting straight down the glittery slope of your slit so that you whimper. “Can’t hear you, pretty baby. Speak up.”
“Suguru–” Your mouth huffs out, lower lip pushing into a pout. Your eyes criss-cross stupidly once he flinches at the sound of his name on your tastebuds and strikes the spongy layer of your g-spot dead-on- as if it’d just electrocuted him. Slapping down two hands on the side of your hips to haul you deeper down his bludgeoning, split-ended crown. He probes a circular bruise into you, “O-ohhh mmm- s’in so deep-”
“And who said you could speak, gorgeous?”
You’re letting off a whiny shrill, questions building up on your tastebuds. Only for Geto to beat you to it and thwack! his meaty cockhead repeatedly against the splotch of your g-spot until you can’t speak.
Tilting his head towards your spectators with a grin, “Right~? I didn’t say hah- she couldn’t speak, right?” Seemingly nodding, you could feel him lean his weight further down into the base of your spine, pinning you down. “So shut up and take- it-” Punctuating his words with stiff jackhammers that blow your mind. “Let this filthy hole be the one ngh- talking t’me- she’s muuuuch sweeter than you.”
As if he’d just planned it, his flared slit snags on the quivering entrance to your pussy and makes such a saccharine squelch!
“Heh…when she’s not swallowing my fat fucking cock, that is.”
So vulgar.
You’ve never seen him like this- you’ve never had him like this.
Fucking you so deeply into the futon that you’re half-sure the pattern of the tatami below would still be on your front by tomorrow. He wasn’t just pounding away, though- it was hard, precise mazings of his slimy shaft that drove you the most mad. Geto spanks his hips down until it gives a good pummel against your g-spot and wonders whether it might’ve bruised.
“B-but-” Just barely managing to get out of your drivelling mouth before two of his arms loop underneath your own and hoist you halfway upwards. Held up only by his big, beefy biceps, splayed out like such a slut.
He sags his pretty face into the crook of your neck, still driving his hips until the fuzz of his happy trail was scratching you raw. “Still talking, gorgeous?”
“But- wanna-”
“Wanna? Hmmmm…” For a second, Geto looks as if he might just as the rest of his association whether or not you deserved to. And for a second, you expect him to.
But it happens all at once- his wrist reaching out to tilt back your woozy head, his rosy lips puckering, spitting a wadded stream of saliva straight into your half-open mouth.
He’s wrenching shut your jaw and making you swallow—“Clean that mouth out. Talking to hah- bastards.” Absolutely no shame, absolutely no disgust in the way he plants a lecherous slide of his tongue down in a French kiss. Fuck. “Mmm- now you’re mine. Say ‘thank you’, my girl.”
The sheer girth of his length already has you blubbering, mouth moving before your mind. He’s stirring up your insides n’ every ridge until you mewl, “Th-thank you.”
“Good—” The very same hand that was latched onto your jaw now moves to your cheeks, squishin’ them into an embarrassing pout as Geto makes you stare straight at the sprawling audience you two have. Heady. “Now…ask them if you deserve to cum.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Fuck.”
It’s just about the only thing that your poor, twitching boyfriend can say right now.
And as he bruises a roughened hold upon each side of your bouncing hips, echoing in a pant. “F-fuck!” Baritone cracking into something high, he throws his head back into the cushy pillows and ruts just as far as his spine could curvaceously arch.
Mahogany eyes fluttering shut, teary lashes touching his cheek.
It takes the soft, fleeting caress of your fingers gliding across his bangs for Choso to even register that he should open his eyes. And you coo out in a gentle voice, “Is everything alright, baby–?”
“Yes-” Breath hitching, he’s almost immediately back-tracking his answer when your dewy wet folds try to clench ‘round his girth. And the very feeling makes him once more sloppily thrust- “No.” You smile as Choso’s plush lower lips fall into a pout, “N-no teasing, baby.”
Oh, there was something so primal about the way that Choso’s saying it.
Like he’s burning up with red, hot power sizzling underneath his skin. You’re pulling on his hair when he whacks your cervix once and the only thing he can keen is a low–“Harder.” Harder. “No- harder.”
It just isn’t enough, some carnal part of him thinks it might never be enough.
And the only thing that the half-curse can do is channel out a few harder hits, feeling his heart race at how that constant ramming of skin on your skin makes his v-line sting.
“Fuck- nghh-” Your eyes scrunch shut with a few pearly tears at the sultry sensation. Never ever has your boyfriend pounded into you like this, never has he held your drooling cunt hostage while he shoveled his length from the very tip-top of his strawberry divot, bottoming out until he physically can’t anymore. “So good mmm, feels so good, Cho.”
“Yeah? Yeah?” Watching as your puffy core starts squirtin’ out a few sleek ribbons of slick, Choso crinkles his nose and all but begs. “Can- can I go harder then, baby? Please?”
Oh?
He’s never the first to ask to go harder- usually, you are.
And that itself is enough to get you nodding stupidly, your glassy peripherals swirling in unison with his veiny shaft. Stirring in a slight curving gyration inside of your gummy walls before he pulls out and slams all the way back in. Methodical and mean.
“Fuck-” His flared mushroom tip hits the side of your g-spot and Choso drools. “M’not gonna hck! make it out of this alive. What…what is this feeling-”
Before you can even think of answering, he plants his feet firmly flat on the floor and uses the sinful leverage to slide you upwards on his hips. The feeling of your perky clit gliding down his happy trail making the man hiss—Reaching upwards, eyes dilated. “Feels like m’gonna eat you alive.”
Oh…you had an idea what it was.
Something about putting his cursed energy into overdrive during a mission today. And you’re sure that your dear, inexperienced boyfriend was simply stressed from the day.
Unsure how to take it out. Unsure how to do anything but flinch once you’re opening your sweet maw to shrill a few teasing words. “Awww– seemed like you’re under some ngh- stress, baby. Want me to take care of that for you?”
“I said no fucking- teasing-”
Choso looks as shocked as you at those words - apologies ripe on his tongue, cherry-pink lips wobbling adorably as he tries to reel it back in- Only for the weepy hole on top of his swollen crown to pour out a generous load of wadded pre, striking right into the very back of your pussy.
Going harder. Sloppier. And he’s so big that every second has your chin glitter with bubbles of spit.
“O-oh.” And he’s sucking in a shallow breath as if he’d just had an epiphany. Dark brows knitting together, the crevice of his damp mouth opens up to let his pinkish tongue peek through. Carefully grazing his thumb down that lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you, “You’re gonna take me like- like a good girl.”
Fuck- you’re so wet by now that the bottom half of his abs were polished with a glittery sheen. Making it sooo much easier for him to slip n’ slide you with his manhandling arms. “A good- ngh-”
“Yeeeeah, exactly that.” And he looks so drunk on that little sentence, a dopey smile playing along his mouth once he presses down on that bumpy, cylindrical outline. Giggling, “H-heh, my good girl. You’re gonna take me, aren’t you, my baby?”
Hands clawing onto the plush curves of his deltoids, you can only throw your head back and let yourself be moved. “Yeah- go on. Have your fun, Cho—”
“My fun. My fun.” Almost as if he couldn’t believe it. The buzz of his powers going into overdrive makes his long, sensitive shaft even more sensitive, rovering down your ridged walls so fast that his delicate veins start throbbing. “That means…I can bend you like this-”
His right hand, so loving n’ soft on your hips- starts arching you back, back, back back- until every ramming kiss of his glazed tip stirs your insides fully.
Until he’s staring at that tummy bulge and watching with such heart eyes, “And- and I can fuck you like this-” Not only were his hips rutting up animalistically, his strong, beefy arms were flexing upon your sides and making you bounce. Milking him. Slouching his toned upper body over to bite on the crook of your neck, “And I can bite-”
With his honed canines nibbling down on your heated skin, Choso’s mouth departs with cracked whimpers every time his tender slit was rubbin’ up on the side of your cervix.
“Please- ngh- please please please-” You’re throwing your head back as his ruby-red tip starts to twitch. Ferally. Every time he slides his velvety length through your walls, he’s striking hard enough that both of you see stars.
And Choso grins–“Can be all r-rough- and this pussy’s still mine.”
So it only made sense that he was going to cream himself inside like it. Like you owned him, he’s circling your hips in a wide semi-circle that makes his veins snag all over the insides of your cunt. Lecherous. Loud.
Choso just can’t stop whining with every splat! of salty white cum that sprays out into your pussy, “Gonna do this again.” Not even slowing. Not even faltering. His pulsating cock is just so big that you can’t even spill all over, just sheathing him in a layer of syrupy white. “Gotta- have to.”
Mewling, “Yes— please- make me cum, baby.”
“Hmm—” And fuck- you’d nearly forgotten just how strong he was. Because in a matter of mere sultry moments, you’re being bent forwards with a powerful hand at your throat. “Only if you spit in my mouth.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - TRUE true form!
Ryomen Sukuna was big - so big that every smash of his dual, blushing tips made you throw your head back and see stars.
And his arms weren’t letting you off easy, either. All four of his bulbous, beefy biceps flexed once he kept his hold on either side of your body- damn near holding you off of the bed in midair as he fucked you like he hated you.
“P-please, how are you so hck! big, Kuna?” You’re whining, your chin splashing with a syrupy bout of saliva. And every tiny twitch of your boneless hips left his bludgeoning shafts travelling straight to the bottom of your pussy.
“P-P-please-” He’s mocking, gruff voice clinging onto the back of your neck like adhesive. You’re just on all fours and shaking like a leaf- “S’that any way to talk to your hah- king, little human?”
“Nooo- but…”
“Shut up and take it then- heh.” Legs boneless, every ricket! of the mattress leaves you wincing at the recoil of his hips. Ramming into yours so hard that you’re sure you have bruises now- his thighs on your own, his abs on your spine, his twin cockheads on the entrance to your womb.
And you have nothing more to say, every other end of your sentence smashed up every time he’d wetly plastering your cervix with a layer of pre. It was so hot n’ hard having him filling up your every tender orifice. “It’s so rough.”
And what else did you even expect?
Cutely asking him not to destroy a few souls- tch, of course he was pent up. Of course, he was seething and taking out every shred of it by clawing down the base of your spine and pushing n’ pushing.
Bottomed out but still half-rutting like it would kill him if you didn’t take any more.
Each lil’ clench of your bubblegum pussy making his black, clawing nails only surge, his muscles ripple even bigger, fangs growing-
“Haaa? What? You want me ta be gentle?” Sukuna purrs, low. And you’re whimpering once you feel the slimy tip of what felt like his second tongue sliiiide down your stuffed slit. “Your king will show you ‘gentle’, brat.”
Mewling, each spank of the velvety underside of his cursed tongue leaves you jolting. Purposefully dragging over his textured tastebuds just so that he could taste every syrupy ounce of you.
And not even clinging onto the aged headboard of the bed and squirming could get him to let up.
Could get him to move even a single inch when he’s alternating between rude bangs of his matching plump crowns into your cervix, and then a glutinous flick of his tongue. Again and again, he was letting it alllll out on you until you’re all bruised and battered on the gooey ends of your pussy.
Sukuna’s only holding you to his broad pecs with two of his hands, the other two drifting down to smear your sheeny thighs open. So, so wide but his toned hips were so bulky that stretchin’ round him made your hamstrings ache.
“You won’t let me fuuuck- consume humans and now you won’t let me consume this?” Both mouths drooling, he greedily gazes at the way each single whack! of his breeder balls leaves your cunt hole trembling n’ geysering. He spits, molten hot irritation. “Spoiled brat…I’m starved.”
“Can’t- hck! can’t help it- it’s so much-”
Spank after spank, he slots his second mouth in a steamy French kiss just where your cunt was quivering with delight. Every geysering slosh of sap streaming down to his greedy throat- “Yeah? Sayin’ that when yer making such a ngh- mess?”
And you were just slobbering everywhere, painting a translucent little puddle underneath you that he’s eagerly lapping up. Probin’ oh-so-stupidly deep that you can only babble, “Y-yes?”
“Tch.”
Oh. Oh.
That sinful little answer of yours makes the King’s tattooed body erupt in goosebumps. And you swear you’re feeling the weight of him press you into the bedsprings even deeper. So feverish, so hot that you blearily snap your head around and drink in the sight of Ryomen Sukuna with horns.
Red, jagged and long.
His true form.
And it was so unfairly sexy, glinting canines snapping at the tendons of your throat. “And ya think you deserve to be messy, hm?” Grinning in such a gone way, he tilts his head as he presses down on the edge of your spine with one knee. Drilling into you like he’s crazed. Out of control. “Think you deserve more?”
“Mmm- can feel you both inside- ngh, both-”
Something in his glowing, crimson eyes was dark- primal. And it was boring at you dead-on once Sukuna splays an open palm of his in front of your face and croons—“Prove it t’me. Spit.”
Your glossy, puckered lips curve into a pout, starin’ at that opened palm of his straight ahead underneath you. Saliva already dribbling down each side of your twitching lips, like he was spearheading you from the other side and pushing it out. You spit-
Only for Sukuna’s second mouth to manifest right at that very split-second on his palm, so that you’re spitting in there instead. “Filthy thing.” And as that great glittery glob disappears between his cursed lips, you don’t know whether he’s talking to you or his mouth. “Want more then, huh?”
And, truthfully, he doesn’t even know if you can handle it.
Doesn’t know if your stretched-out cunt can take any more with his mushy tongue trying to pry apart your core even further. But he wasn’t feeling any ounce of mercy.
Trying to fill you up so much that you’ll be able to feel it even weeks from now, Sukuna’s lengthy nails leave marks all over your waist as he hoists you up even more. Hissing at the way your fingers reach up to graze just the base of his draconic horns.
And the King blushes, he gasps.
“You- you vicious fuckin’ woman.”
You’d just made Ryomen Sukuna stutter.
The roughened thrust that comes next so hard that your eyes are swirling cartoonishly, arms aching where you yearn to touch that part of his true true form.
Holding on while he pounds you like he’s pressing you in to the royal silk sheets, the flatness of his tongue smacks down on the crevice of your pussy. Slipping inside- a third intrusion—“Now you’re really in for it, lil’ human.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - Got milk(ed)?
“This is what you make me, pretty.” And Ino’s tugging whatever’s left of his damn ski mask, he’s bending your legs firmly into a mating press with natural toned strength you didn’t even know he had. “And this is how you’re going to get hah! fucked.”
And just one swipe of his cute, pre-glazed tip would be enough for your boyfriend to be salivating at the mouth. Lips twitching with eagerness as he sinks his heavy shaft inside.
But right now?
Oh, right now he wasn’t even sensually slowing down to listen to your pretty trilling moans. He’s not going easy on you, he’s doing nothing but sheathing his prolonged length whole in a way that makes your woozy eyes tear up.
Lips speckling with drivelling spit as you whine, “Shit-” The doughy heels of your feet find purchase on his slender shoulders, unsure whether you wanted to push or have him stretch you out more more more- “Shit- you’re so big.”
“Gonna cry about it?” He smirks- meanly. And where the hell was your sweet, innocent boyfriend?
The Ino right now was just spanking down a few of his thoroughly ringed digits on your soppy slit, leaving you n’ your quivering cunt seeing stars at the sensation. Stirrin’ around the rotund, bawling edge of his pink crown until he manages to bully all the way into the back of your pussy.
Just barely managing to open your mouth, “O-oh my god- Taku, it feels so- oh!”
“Whaaat–?” And shit- the way his straight nosebridge was crinkling was sexy, looking at you through hazily half-lidded eyes that told you he wanted to devour you whole. “Look at her- just look.”
Ino lets his knobbly fingertips glissade down your folds and latches onto the button of your clit just enough to pull-pull-puuull. Low, gentle voice tinged with something so raspy as he groans, “M’being so meeean to her, making her cry n’ she’ll still mmm- sucking me in, sweetness.”
Truly, you were just so wet that your oversaturated walls were gulping down his every solid inch like you were starved. Filling up every orifice and cranny with his hot, heavy length- “B-because it’s just so good.”
“Is it—?” Ino sighs out, airy and flushed. For merely a split-second before he’s snapping out of it and promptly kneeing apart the insides of your thighs.
Bed creaking in protest when he reels his lean hips back to bring them down with a ringing smack! It’s so loud that it makes Ino’s pelvis sting, his chestnut lashes wring with tears, and he has to gnaw down on his lush lower lip to bite back a few broken whimpers. “Fuck- fuck, don’t you dare make me all pathetic, pretty.”
Mewling, one of his slender hands comes to push your cheeks together in a pathetic lil’ pout. The edges of his frigid rings lacquering with your spit- and the other keeps slithering right between your legs.
Not only was he toying with your clit now - he was circlin’ your cute, rubbery hole. Long middle finger scratching your outer entrance with his bands of metal before shoving its way inside-
“S-still taking me.” And for a lecherous moment there it almost sounds as if he’s just lost himself, it almost sounds like he’s breaking. Before shaking the tawny bangs out of his eyes and snarling down a feral grin. “Pretty hole’s takin’ all of me- wonder if you can take ngh- more, sweetness.”
“Sh-shiiiit–!” Your hands claw red, red lines all down Ino’s sculptured back when you feel the probing push of yet another one of his fingers.
Already stuffed to the brim with his sleek, pummeling cock - and now here he was thrusting in a sloppy cadence of whack-whacking your cervix with his bulbously swabbing tip and tormenting your g-spot with the glides of his digits.
They’re agonizing when they’re stimulating you at the same time, and the only thing you can do is throw your head back and listen to the noisy squelches and slurps. Moaning, you claw at his dextrous wrist as he spanks a third fingerpad on your slope. “Another- oh, fuck!”
Pushing and pushing
Ino groans huskily at the snug resistance when all three of his fingers can’t poke around- brows scrunching, tongue sticking out.
He looked drunk and gone by the time he’s hissing out a sharp breath and flipping the two of you over. And oh- oh, this position was ideal.
Because not only did it give him the heavenly view of your thighs spread all open n’ straddling his hips to ride him- but it also let him dip his creamy fingers down and rub them all over your geysering cunt. Bullying them the entire way inside up to his mountainous knuckles because enough is never enough.
“Fuck- oh.” Ino tumbles his head back once he’s hearing the sappy plop! of your dripping pussy gobbling up his second finger. Entire body twitching at the feeling of his chilly ring digging in- “Pretty, pretty- I can’t do this anymore I hck! need it—”
Your lips quirk up into a smug smile, hips hitting down with a slam of clammy skin sticking onto skin. And he can only half-rut, savage and angrily pumping his cock. “Aww, already, Taku?”
“Yes. Yes.” He’s begging by now. Pleading. This little roleplay you’d begun, now starting to completely switch when he had you on top like this ready to milk his swollen, reddened cock dry.
Such a pretty coral pink at his tip, and it matches the innocent blush on Ino’s hollow cheeks once he’s guiding one of your hands up to choke him. Gurgling out, “I want you to be angry at me now, sweetness.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Mercy.
“Th-this is where you’re weak, right?”
And the strongest’s voice cracks.
Gojo utters out a rough breath as he catches his thumb on that designer blindfold of his dangling ‘round your neck and plasters you against his tensely glissading abs. The tip of his cock driving between your wet, aching folds, he’s jerking you up just enough to push his reddish crown into your g-spot with a splat!
“O-oh please mmmm–” Your mouth parts with a ribbon of sleek spit, tumbling out in a heap into the pillow lodged underneath your face. “There- right there, Satoru!”
“There- there.” You’re hearing him raspily utter from behind, each pant higher and more broken than the last. With your back arched oh-so-deliciously, he’s hiking up one of his meaty thighs to pin to the side of your hips and pump even deeper- “There?”
Oh, he knew it was there.
He’s rubbin’ his swollen, veiny shaft all over your sweetest areas like a massage. He was mean. And you’re crying out the cutest lil’ whines that only make him bite back a sleazy grin. “Such a good, tight pussy takin’ me- h-heh, so good taking me, sweetheart. So good…”
“S-so rough.” Your hazy peripherals whirl in circles ‘round the whites of your eyes, brows scrunching with every thwack! of his honed, chiseled v-line striking the cheeks of your ass. “It’s so much- ngh.”
And the only response that Gojo’s overheated body can think of is to twist his large fingers into the jostling fabric at your neck to pull you further backwards. Your breath stutters damply, chest heaving.
He didn’t care. He was going hard. Hissing swiftly in your ear, “If you think this is too much maybe I should knock you up then, my wife.” Something in the cloyingly sticky air crackles - power, raw need - as he snickers to himself. “Should I—? Should I knock you up like they say?”
They: those damn elders.
He wasn’t just irritated after that ambushed meeting on damn Gojo heirs - he was furious.
The very reason that Gojo hadn’t made two steps past the door to your shared penthouse before he’s practically dragging you to the bedroom. Shoving his heavy, aching cock inside until you were full, full, full-
“M-maybe you should.” You’re blubbering out through the primal mewls ripping through your throat, just another one of his jackhammers rendering you stupid. Almost instant the way he slimily grazes his bulbous tip down to whack the entrance of your cunt.
And Gojo seethes— cheeks angrily ruddied, spit flying in glittery flecks. “I should?”
“Yes mmm- please.”
“I…should?”
It’s not a question - it’s a realization.
The clammy pads of his fingers shake unstably, his touch zaps you with cursed energy, movements sensually languid- almost like Gojo doesn’t even register what his hefty body is doing right now. Almost like he doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s toeing his left foot upwards to plant it down on the crown of your scalp until he’s looking down at his pretty, pathetically drooling wife and gasping.
“Oh. Oh.” The red n’ full cock speared inside of you twitches, so big that he swabs all your each sultry, shrouded nook and cranny . “You don’t know how haaah- badly it pissed me off, my girl. Wanted to purple hollow all those fuckers.”
Your hands fist the silk of the pillowcase now sticking to you like adhesive, hips squirming restlessly- he was so fast that the back of your ass was raw with the texture of his pale happy trail. “Wh-what did?”
“Hearin’ them talk about an heir. Hearin’ them talk about you ngh- pregnant.” He snarls, heel pressing down with slight force that makes all the blood rush from your melty mind straight down to your dripping pussy. He’s fucking you like he hates you. “When really I’m your husband-”
As he speaks, the slick curve of his cockhead snags on your bundle of nerves. Your husband’s Six Eyes working overtime when he’s watching - mouth ajar, gaze half-lidded - as his lengthy shaft impales your gummy walls and drives riiiight into your womb. Precisely.
Gojo blushes at the x-ray vision, “-and I get to make my wife pregnant when she wants.”
They wanted a Gojo heir, they’re going to get one.
With your thighs shaking, breaths heaving- before you know it, he’s timing a direct three hits from your cute lil’ g-spot n’ barreling straight into your womb. And it makes you cum.
Long, vein-covered length barely even pulling out - Gojo feels your walls clench around his thick girth and he’s only half-rutting.
“That’s it- that’s it that’s it that’s it-” You can hear the pure crazed smile in his husked tone, the edges of his rosy lips twisting with every adorably pulsing ba-thump! of your cunt. Faster. Harder. He was wincing with each recoil of his sloppy strokes, unable to even bear being separated from the syrupy depths of your pussy. “Take it- take it like good girl-”
“I-it’s shoooo—” Left so helpless by the merciless way he was pounding you through your high, your mouth was slurring out bubbles of spittle after each second strike. “-so much- hck! So much.”
“More. Yeah, you’re gonna take more, my girl.” He can’t help but memorize the shocked lines of your face and giggle. Octaves higher. Movements filthier. Running a hand down to toy with your clit, “You’re gonna be filled up to the briiim.”
And usually Gojo would’ve rubbed the soft, velvety tips of his fingers on your sensitive nub in hearts. Maybe even his name, teasingly. Usually.
But he didn’t have the patience for that right now.
Right now, he was twisting his touch onto where you were most swollen and pinching your clit. Hard. Power sparking like some lewd bullet vibrator.
All that it takes for him to throw his head back and finish off in such a raw, primal way all up inside of your cunt. And you’re not even sure if Gojo registers it - whether he even feels himself cum, because he’s still drilling away like he’s addicted.
Bed dipping at the force of his blows, sheets staining pure white with the slippery sheen of seed that glues down your thighs. Toes curling, it’s only when you’re sniffling back a tear of overstimulation that Gojo snaps his head down to catch the pearly ribbon of cum escaping your geysering folds—“Need to get you pregnant. Need to- more.”
“What?”
You’re so wet that it feels like a damn waterfall down there, and your husband only glides his knobbly thumb down to plug every sappy, ivory ounce back into your hole. “More, my girl.”
The air bristles with charged atoms as he swerves his slender hips just right to push the knotted cobwebs of cum accurately against your womb. Every part of him charged, every part of him still powerful and fuming.
Whining, your knees buckle as if you were unsure whether you wanted to run or hit your hips back. Again and again.
And Gojo’s voice still shakes as he clings a hand onto the side of your birthing hips to manhandle you further down to him. Unable to escape. “You didn’t think you’re h-heh- getting off easy…mama?”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Mrs. CEO
“I have never seen a CEO this clumsy-” Higuruma’s deep, drawling voice speaks over the haze of your nth high of the night. Thin lips twitching as he takes in the sight of you sprawled on top of your own office desk, shuffling over so many important documents. “-ma’am.”
But oh, he couldn’t go easy on you just yet. Not when you had so much work to do.
And it’s why he’s shuffling his polished shoes further in a step backwards, tongue flicking out to lick his lips as he smeeears the layer of his cum sticking to your cunt like glue.
Grumbling, “Forgetting the most important hah- meeting of the day. I should report you.” Formal office pants still on, the dangling metal piece of his belt kisses the right cheek of your ass and makes you hiss. Rubbing your gummy walls raw on the slick, winding patterns of his veins.
And it’s just so wet with all your sappy syrupy and his, travelling down to where you’re rubbing your thighs together. “Are you complaining, hm?”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
Three exact swats of his rude hands slamming down on the teary crevice of your slit, Higuruma makes sure to angle his strikes just right so that he can feel the way your clit just quivers. “Watch that pretty mouth, angel.”
And he’s moving so agonizingly, just torturing you with the curve of his mushroomy tip bulldozing straight near your g-spot.
Never quite hitting it, never quite missing.
Right up until you throw your head back with a wail and keen–“Please.” Swervin’ your hips back in lecherous figure eights that damn near gets the man above you hypnotized. “M’sorry, Hiromi.”
Spank!
A hand on your throat- “No, you’re not.” One more to pinch n’ tug on your oversensitive clit until you feel all raw, you’re seeing stars every time he rolls his hips to play with your dripping pussy just right.
“You n’ this filthy hole need me to ngh- finally fuck some sense into you, riiight–? Finally stop that pretty lil’ head from being filled with just cock?”
You don’t know if you’re nodding, you don’t know if you’re sobbing- but before you can register it, Higuruma’s hiking his capped knee up onto the desk so hard that it rattles. Nearly stepping on the base of your spine just to arch you perfectly.
Whining, “O-ohhh mm- jus’ that deep.” The new angle makes him stretch you open so wide that every splash of buttery white cum slips out of your entrance like a waterfall. Your pussy struggling to suck in his sheer size into your hot insides, “Fuck me- oh, yes, fuck me.”
“S’what I’m doing, silly angel.” The vice-like restraint on your throat is mean, and Higuruma’s tone is even meaner. Cooing- but he’s dragging you by the neck upwards to look directly into his eyes as he sliiiides his lengthy, scorching cock inside and out. “Or are you already that ngh- stupid on my cock, hm?”
So deep, so fat that he can’t even help if the vein-covered sides of his shaft brush up against your sweetest spots by mistake.
Hips papping back into his, “More.” Cloying layers of seed saturate your innards so much, and you’re so sensitive that every honed thrust makes your knees weaken. “S’more, Hiro, c’mon.”
And the worst part was that your personal assistant’s pinning you with his weight and holding you there to watch you struggling and squirm. Slimy, erect cockhead driving right into the target of your lil’ nerves like he’s addicted to that very spot, “You’ll take what you’re given.” He tilts his head with a smile, “Why don’tcha get some work done, sugar?”
Oh.
You could barely even pick up the pen let alone sign off on important contracts like you were supposed to be doing right now.
And yet, every time your poor, boneless wrist showed signs of faltering, Higuruma would grit his teeth and painfully slow down his cadence. Each time he lazily rubs just the large, rotund curve of his cocktip on your g-spot, watching as you jerk your hips back for more-
Spank! Spank!
Massaging two direct swats on the flooded slope of your pussy, “Fuck! This tight little hole really can’t stay that hck! long without me?” Loosening his tie still on him, “She’s even worse than you, angel.”
And he’s milking himself on you- punishing your cunt with the most lecherous drags of his sloppy shaft. Each time you feel him enter past the door to your womb, you can only throw your head back and bite down on the velvety fabric of his damn office tie.
“H-hck! Please- gonna—” Muffled, your handwriting’s gone astray on whatever document it is by now. “So close-”
Tapping his chin as he pretends to think, “Hm, I’ll let you cum-” And before a gorgeous smile could even start to light up your face, before you can even breathe, Higuruma’s crowning your sweaty scalp with one hand and pushing you to further lay on the mahogany desk. Drooling in such a heaping puddle right then n’ there, “If you can use those fuck! awful manners n’ say ‘please’...”
“Please.”
“Louder.”
“Please-”
Purring, “Can’t hear you, ma’am—”
And you were so far gone that your irises are turning clockwise in circles inside of your eyes, mouth overspilling with a glittered polish of drool and whimpers.
You thrash your hips up higher on the table, “Please-” Batting your lashes just how you knew he was weak for. “Pretty please, baby.”
Oh- that did it.
That did it.
Because with a final one-two-three more vulgar strokes pumped into your puffy, sopping wet pussy, it isn’t just you hitting your high - it’s Higuruma, too.
Your stern, sensible personal assistant who slams the chiseled upper half of his body the minute he feels your melty walls clenching and heaves. Meaty quads shaking with every wiry ribbon of cum he departs, letting the goopy mess fill up your cunt to the maximum.
Gasping- “Fuck, look what you did. L-look.”
And for a second you’re so disoriented by your own white-hot flashes of bliss that you barely even hear what he’s saying. In your own little reverie until you’re hit with a spraying splat! of something near your shoulder.
Blinking, you’re turning behind you and noticing that Higuruma Hiromi was crying tears of overstimulation.
Crying.
“S’all your fault, angel.” Your thighs quake with each bout of your high, and just that tiny squeezing motion was enough for him to bead out another thin trail of tears. Milking himself. Your pussy’s holding him hostage until he’s nearly dry, only wrenchin’ out a few pearly knots of seed. Emptied out.
So lazy and feverishly drunk that he reaches over to softly kiss the matching wedding ring on your hand, “Next time you’re not missing another meeting with me, my wife.”
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
Lotus- Aang adores pulling you into his lap, legs wrapped around his waist while he leans against the headboard or pillows. He can hold you close, bury his face in your neck or breasts, and look into your eyes as he guides your hips slowly, his hands roaming on your back, ass, and thighs. He’ll airbend soft breezes to tease your nipples or clit if he’s feeling like teasing you. There’s lots of kissing, forehead touches, and “I love you” as he grinds deep. When he gets close, he’ll tighten his arms around you and starts moving harder and faster before you both cum together.
Cowgirl- Sokka loves lying back and watching you take control. Hands behind his head or gripping your thighs and ass, he’ll guide your pace while staring up at your bouncing tits and flushed face with a cocky grin. “That’s it, ride me just like that… gosh, you look so good.” He thrusts up to feel you closer, changing the angle, or lets you grind on him until your legs start shaking. Perfect for him to play with your clit, suck on your breasts, or just enjoy the view. When he can’t take it anymore he’ll flip you over and hike your ankles over his shoulders.
Prone Bone- Zuko loves pressing your face down into the mattress, covering your body with his as he thrusts deep from behind. His chest to your back, mouth on your neck and shoulders, one hand gripping your wrist while the other rests beside your head. This position lets him go hard and deep, He’ll growl praises against your ear like “So tight for me… take it all”, he’ll bite your shoulder, and lose himself in the pleasure . The closeness with you drives him wild. He can grind against your ass between thrusts, making sure you feel every inch of him.
i think dennis would be a shh shh shh shusher and not a shhhhhh shusher. especially the first few times he slips into your tight, warm heat… cause he starts talking so fast. he loses all words, all his fantasies and dreams of smooth-talking you through the experience gone because he can’t stop rambling about how good you feel, how cute you look under him.. can barely stop his own hips from jerking forward instinctively as his dripping cock seeks more of your sweet cunt. his hands grab onto the soft flesh on your sides, eyes squeezing shut, willing himself to hold on and not spill inside you just yet.
when he breaks out of his haze to see you letting out soft pants and whimpers from him just resting inside you, throbbing and pulsing with need, he’d coo at you so sweetly…
“shh shh shh, ‘s okay.. i-im here, baby, you’re okay. taking it so well, my sweet girl. mmph- o-oh… feels so good when you squeeze like that. tell me you’re okay, sweets.. i wanna move so bad, please tell me.”
“yeah, yeah im okay… please denny jus’ move already..”
he nods fervently and starts his slow, slow thrusts into you. from here on its almost a competition which one of you is louder, groans and moans getting pulled out of you with every shift of his hips. both of you gripping onto each other for dear life and trying to keep your eyes open so you can see each others face strewn up in pleasure. and soon enough hes rutting against you with reckless abandon, needing more, more, more… but he doesn’t stop talking through all this.
“oh my god, baby, i-i cant… think i’m close already, cant hold it much longer. i gotta slow down, but i dont think i-i… haah, i cant-” he croaks out, hips stuttering.
when he gets like this, it usually ends either with him filling you up and still going for more, using your overstimulated, still spasming hole, or you turning him over and riding him, edging him for hours before he even gets his first orgasm in. your pick !
author's note ; sorry this is so short, this is my first time posting a little fic in like a year i'm really nervous so i hope you like it!! sorry for not great writing
"f-fuck... missed you..." dennis whined against your collarbones, nose pressed flush against your sternum as he lazily helped you rock back and forth on his cock. "had- had the worst day- thought about you the whole shift."
you bit your lip in spite of yourself, raking your fingers through his already tousled hair. "yeah? i really missed you too, den." you breathed, wincing as he bucked up particularly hard into your heat, the response pulling a drawn out whine from deep in his throat, his head falling back as you sped your pace up a little.
"fuck, fuck-" he managed, smoothing his hands over the curve of your hips like he was making sure this was real. his eyes were wet and glossy, and they bore up at you with such desperation that you almost kissed the tears off his cheeks.
with shaky hands, he reached down to press nervous circles on your clit - he was so pent up, it was almost like he wasn't exactly sure what to do. you arched your back in response, breathing out his name while his free hand guided your hips. heat bubbled up low in your tummy, and dennis couldn't help but buck his hips up to get an impossibly deeper angle.
"g'na cum, denny, shit!" you whined, rocking your hips back and forth, clit catching against his happy trail as you moved.
"yeah?" he murmured, perking up slightly at the thought of you cumming with him.
You sink down on Zuko's cock slowly, feeling every thick inch stretch you open, and his hands immediately fly to your hips—gripping hard enough to bruise. "Fuckk..," he groans, his head falling back against the pillow as you take him to the hilt. "Just like that baby. Take all of it."
You brace your hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath your palms, the rapid thud of his heart. His skin is warm—always warm—but you can feel it getting hotter as you start to move. You roll your hips forward, grinding down on him, and he bucks up to meet you with a sharp thrust that makes you gasp.
"You feel so fucking good..," he pants, his golden eyes locked on yours, burning with intensity. "So tight around my cock., yeah?"
You pick up the pace, riding him harder, faster, chasing that perfect friction. His hands slide from your hips to your ass, grabbing and squeezing as he helps guide your movements. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room—obscene and perfect.
That's when you notice the first wisps of steam curling up from his shoulders.
"Zuko—" you start, but he cuts you off with another hard thrust upward.
"I know," he grits out, his jaw clenched tight. "Can't help it. You're making me—fuckk—"
The steam thickens, rising from his chest now, from his arms. It's not uncomfortable—just warm and humid against your skin, making everything even more slippery. You can feel the heat radiating off him in waves, his firebending responding to how close he's getting.
"So fucking wet already," he mutters, his breath warm against you as he looks up with those burning gold eyes. His hands pull you down so he can reach your neck, his mouth hot and hungry against your throat. "Can feel you dripping all over my cock. You love riding me like this, don't you?"
"Yes—fuck! yes—" you gasp, your rhythm faltering as pleasure coils tight in your belly.
He groans against your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point, and the steam intensifies. You're both slick with sweat and condensation now, the air thick and heavy around you. His hips snap up harder, meeting your downward movements with bruising force.
"Need to taste you," he suddenly says, his voice rough and desperate. "Get up. Let me eat that fucking pussy."
Before you can respond, he's lifting you off him—ignoring your whimper at the loss—and flipping you onto your back. He spreads your thighs wide and settles between them, his eyes dark with hunger as he looks at your soaked pussy.
"Zuko, you don't have to—"
"I want to," he cuts you off, his golden eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Need my mouth on you right fucking now."
Then he's diving in, and you can't think anymore.
He licks you in long, firm strokes, his tongue flat and broad as it drags through your folds. The heat of his mouth is incredible—warmer than it should be—and it makes every nerve ending light up. He's messy with it, coating you with his spit until you're dripping, until you can hear every wet sound of his tongue working against you.
"Fuck, Zuko—" you gasp, your hands flying to his hair, tangling in the dark strands and pulling.
He groans into you, the vibration making your hips jerk, and then his mouth closes around your clit. He sucks hard, hungry, and you cry out at the intensity. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and you can feel the heat of his palms—almost scorching.
Steam rises from his shoulders, from his back. He's panting between licks, his breath hot and damp against your sensitive flesh. You glance down and see his cock is still rock-hard, flushed and leaking against the sheets.
"You're steaming again," you manage to say, your voice shaky.
He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your wetness. "Can't help it. You taste too fucking good." Then he's back at it, his tongue pushing inside you, fucking you with it while his nose presses against your clit.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. You arch off the bed, your thighs trembling on either side of his head. He groans into you—muffled and desperate—and you feel it deep in your core. The steam is everywhere now, thick clouds rising around both of you, making the air humid and heavy.
"Close—I'm so close—" you gasp.
He works you faster, harder, then slides two fingers inside you alongside his tongue, curling them just right. That's all it takes. You come with a sharp cry, your body convulsing as pleasure crashes through you in waves. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he groans like he can feel it in his own cock.
He doesn't stop. He licks you through it, drawing out every aftershock until you're pushing at his head, too sensitive to take anymore.
When he finally pulls away, his face is flushed, his lips swollen and wet. The steam rising from him is thicker than ever, and his eyes are wild—pupils blown wide with lust.
"Need to be inside you again," he says, his voice rough. "Need to feel you when I cum."
You nod, still catching your breath, and he's on you immediately. He slides back inside with one smooth thrust, and you're so sensitive it almost hurts—but the stretch is perfect. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours. You can feel the heat of him everywhere—inside you, against you, surrounding you. The steam makes everything slippery, makes the slide of skin on skin even more intense.
"Fuck, fuck!” he chants, his forehead pressed against yours. "I'm gonna-hah..!—I'm so fucking close—"
You can feel it too. His cock is throbbing inside you, his whole body tensing. The steam is pouring off him now, so thick you can barely see, and his skin is almost too hot to touch.
"Cum for me,” you whisper against his lips. "W’nna to feel it. Fill me up."
That's all it takes. He buries himself deep with a guttural groan, and you feel the first pulse of his release—hot and thick inside you. It's warmer than it should be, almost feverish, and it makes you gasp. He keeps coming, his hips jerking with each spurt, and the steam reaches its peak, billowing around you both in a heated cloud.
"F-fuck y-yes—take it all—" he breathes, his whole body shuddering.
You hold him through it, feeling every twitch and pulse as he empties himself inside you. The warmth of his cum spreads through you, mixing with your own wetness, and it's almost unbearably intimate. He keeps grinding into you, making sure every drop stays deep.
Finally, he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The steam begins to dissipate slowly, and his breathing gradually evens out. You run your fingers through his damp hair, feeling the heat still radiating from his scalp.
"You okay?" you ask softly.
He lifts his head, and those golden eyes are softer now, sated and warm. "More than okay," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "You're incredible."
You smile, feeling the pleasant ache between your thighs, the warmth of him still inside you. "So are you, Firelord."
He groans at the title, but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't start. You know what that does to me."
You laugh, and he joins in, the sound low and content. The steam has mostly cleared now, leaving just the two of you tangled together, warm and satisfied in the aftermath.
cn: pre-established relationship. marriage. explicit sexual content. oral sex (f receiving). vaginal fingering. p in v. dacryphilia. dirty talk. praise kink. 1.5k words
A/N: After seeing adult Zuko, I couldn’t stop writing this part too for him. Not my best, but eh. Part 1 - here
credit for the fanart: natandraw on twitter
It’s true that Zuko has been neglecting you lately—unintentionally, he swears. How could he neglect his fire lady? His beloved, who’s always by his side. Maybe that’s why, as the day began to turn into night, Zuko decided he’d take the day off. He can't; he just can’t wait until he sees you, feels you. He misses your warmth too much. So when Zuko found you alone in the corridors of the Fire Nation capital’s palace, he made sure you were all his.
“Zuko?”
He came up behind you, leaning his head down until you felt his warm breath on your neck, kissing you as his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“My love.”
You smiled involuntarily as the strands of his long hair—which you loved to groom every night—tickled your face.
“Someone’s eager? Don’t you have work to do?”
Your body was already burning, burning at the touch of your eager husband, responding to him with the same intensity.
“Mhmm. I don’t care. It’s been so long.”
You turned toward him, though Zuko was faster than you, pulling you toward him and kissing you deeply, his hands holding your head while he leant in to kiss you better.
He left you breathless, unable to react quickly to his fluid movements as his hand entwined with yours, pulling you after him quickly until the door to your room slammed shut, followed by a rough thrust as Zuko pushed you inside, your back pressing against it for support as you dealt with how Zuko began kissing you all over, his hands touching every neglected part of your body. He lifted one of your legs, holding it against his hip until he lifted the other, making you let out a surprised gasp and carrying you with him to the bed.
“Zuko, wait—“
Already in the middle of the bed, Zuko had come on top of you, tracing a map with his tongue, with his hot kisses from your lips down to your neck before lifting your blouse—too tight on the body he craves—until he cupped one breast while sucking on the other over the irritating bra that drove him mad it’s in his way.
“Yes, my lady?”
It was hard for you to keep up with his pace, not really used to his feral manner, being usually gentle and slow. Not that you regretted it, just that somehow, because of that, shyness washed over you while your husband’s mind was filled only with how to devour you more and in what way. When you moaned, Zuko continued, assuming your cries of pleasure must be a good signal. He lifted your blouse even higher so he could kiss here too, down to your belly, his hands coming up from the sides of your body, heating you up so much that you barely realised how easily he had begun to undress your lower half.
Zuko groaned when he saw your red panties, the arousal forming a wet, sweet spot, making him hungry. When you instinctively brought your legs together, Zuko placed a hand on them to stop you, and only then did he look at your bashful gaze.
“What is it, love?” He massaged your legs until you got goosebumps, enough to make you spread them on your own. “Didn’t you pick out this lingerie on purpose for me?”
You did. You can’t say you didn’t. After all, you desired him just as much.
His hand reached out to touch you, his fingers gently playing with your pussy while you covered your face with your hands, already feeling extremely embarrassed. And Zuko had stopped at this, his gaze so innocent it was devastating. To have that little glimpse of his kindness in them, so familiar since you meet him that you can recognize it anywhere.
“My love? Should I stop? But you’re so wet for me…”
You bit your tongue as Zuko played with your clit, rubbing it as if he owned it, as if he knew how much power he had over your body, which responded only to him. After learning every spot that makes you cry out in pleasure through the initial stages of multiple failed attempts in the beginning of your relationship, Zuko made sure never to disappoint you again. Yet, his wife’s feelings right now were more important. So, when he towered over you, pecking your lips, nuzzling his head to make your hands drop from your flushed face, his gaze was softer. Fuck.
“…Don’t. I was just…”
Zuko smiled, kissing you sensually as if to reward you for being here with him before he lowered himself from where he was.
“Shy?”
You need to wipe off that teasing smile on his face, yet when you saw him coming between your legs, kissing you softly closer to your pussy, any threatening thoughts vanished. His worshipping, brown eyes make you tremble, making you moan even more when he kisses your clit before sucking it in his mouth, eating your pussy like it was the first time.
“So sweet. You taste so sweet for me.” Sweet? It isn't supposed to be salty—fuck! You guess the fruits you’ve been eating paid it off. Zuko lifted his head, his voice more hoarse. “You’ve always been.” One of his fingers came to circle around your pussy before he pumped it inside, your walls stretching out fast enough for him to add more before his mouth found your pussy again.
His tongue flicked faster and faster while his fingers started making wet noises in the whole room because of how hard he fucked you with them. Your hands come over his head, tugging his hair as your hips lift, grinding on his face while his name falls from your lips, making him look at your ravished face.
“Zuko—P-Please!”
Zuko moaned against your clit, slipping then his fingers as he slide them between your folds before letting his thumb move in fast circles over your clit.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
Your eyes closed, hands gripping the sheets while you barely could lift your head to watch him. Zuko’s heart beat abnormally at what a beautiful, alluring look you gave him.
“Please, fuck me—Please, Zuko. I-I want to feel you inside me—Nhgh!”
“F-Fuck.”
He stops touching you, undressing himself in front of you as you lift yourself on your elbows, sizing him sensually, slowly, until your lustful, seductive gaze catches his. You part your legs more, chasing him as he towers over you, taking both of your hands and putting them above your head.
Zuko looked at you then, losing himself in your gaze, his body moving on its own as yours did the same. Your legs lock around him; the position makes it easier for his tip to test your entrance, causing both of your mouths to open at the feeling while he fills your pussy inch by inch until his dick is still inside to regain his control after your walls are squeezing him. So tight.
You closed your eyes at the same time with him when he claimed your lips while he start moving, low thrust gradually turning deeper until you were out of breath, crying his name.
“My beautiful lady.” His hands pressed against yours from above your head for more support as the bed shook; by the way, Zuko pounded into you. He whispered at every thrust. “Your face. Your presence. Your body.”
“Z-Zuko—“
His hand comes between your legs, to help you cum faster, circling your sensitive clit.
“I adore everything about you.”
Zuko watched you unravel, knowing how much his words affects you, talking you through it as he watched tears falling from your eyes from the intense pleasure you felt bubbling inside. The deep emotion you showed him make him so aroused that licked the wet spot, making your heart pumping violently by the gesture, pressing a kiss after here, before his mouth found yours, letting you taste yourself, mixed with your salty tears.
His deep, rough thrust didn’t stopped, instead your breath stopped at every inch of him reaching more inside your pussy until all you can feel was him. Zuko groaned when he felt your orgasm shaking all your body, warming his painful hard dick inside as your pussy gripped him tighter. Your hand comes over his back, molding your body against his, to be more close.
“I love you, I love you, I love you—“
Zuko groaned, feeling himself way too close, yet yours legs locked him in place.
“Love, wait—“
You cupped his cheeks, looking with your teary, adoring eyes at him.
“P-Please—I want to feel you. All of you, Z-Zuko!”
His eyes widen by the meaning of your words, feeling himself so warm inside that he understood why his love even cry now, so his body responded on his own. Zuko’s head tilted to your head, groaning against your ear as his dick thrust one, two more times before you felt his cum filling your pussy. He push in and out your pussy slowly until he let himself be warmed, staying inside you as his weigh come over you. He kissed your lips, catching your gaze that mirrored him with a single meaning: Love.
cn: pre-established relationship. marriage. explicit sexual content [18+]. blowjob. vaginal fingering. slightly exhibitionism kink. dirty talking. 1.6 k words
A/N: After seeing adult Zuko, I couldn’t stop writing a little for him. Not the best, but eh. Part 2 - here
credits for the fanart: natandraw on twitter
Being a Fire Lord comes with great responsibilities. Zuko’s tumultuous past is proof of that. Regaining his honour was something Zuko didn’t expect to happen this way, especially since he now rules an entire nation. Even so, he will deeply appreciate his firelady for standing right beside him. Meaning — You.
Involved in every issue facing the nation, a hidden activist since his father’s time who managed to stand out to him immediately after Zuko returned to the throne. He couldn’t help but notice your devotion, all the efforts you made, and all the battles you fought against people who still didn’t trust him enough—or worse, who were swayed by his father’s dictatorial regime.
And that is precisely why your unconditional love helps him hope for a better future every single day. And you’re no different. Especially since you’ve noticed how tired your dear husband has been lately, buried in thousands upon thousands of stacks of reports and strategies he has to sign.
Hidden in his office among the papers, behind his desk, Zuko sighed unconsciously. He looked up when he heard the lack of a knock followed by someone walked straight into the place, assuming it couldn’t be anyone but you.
“Good afternoon, my love.” Zuko gave you a weary smile, resting his hand on your waist as you sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He closed his eyes as you kissed his temple, your tender smile calming his mind.
“Hey there.”
You leaned in slightly to look at the crowded table, Zuko’s hand still moving as the nib pierced the paper with ink.
“I assume my husband will join me later tonight again.” He gave you a short, apologetic look, knowing he had neglected you these last days. But Zuko didn’t know you weren’t really upset about that. Your intention was something else entirely. And he barely caught that when he wanted to speak back, only for his mouth to remain part open slightly as he locked his eyes on yours, seeing a teasing glinting in them while one of your hands starts wandering over his toned body, fingers brushing slowly. “And I think I have an idea how to help him more.”
He gulped; his hand stopped writing entirely as his attention was only on you.
“Y-Yeah? And what this idea might be?”
You hummed, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, reaching his beautiful scar, only for you to give him a kiss, slowly at first until you made his other hand drop the pen and come to grip the other side of your waist as you kissed him deeper, making him hiss after you teasingly nip his lip.
Surprise crossed his face while his pale cheeks start blushing when you slowly drop down on the floor between his legs while your gaze never leaves him.
“Love, wait—Someone could…” He breathed out harshly when your hands started massaging his inner thighs after moving his traditional robe to each side, not minding his words. “…come.”
“I will be careful, Zuko.” His muscles tensed when your fingers played with his pants around his waistline, before you leisurely dropped his pants to reach the floor. “Do you trust me?”
Fuck. More like Zuko could not trust himself when he looked into your charming, pretty eyes; the mischievous look on your face only screamed trouble. He barely nods, followed by a gasp when you brush your hand over his clothed dick, murmuring after seeing the wet spot from his precum over there.
“Hmm, but my love seems to want this from the start? Otherwise he will not be so excited so soon.
“N-No…it’s not that. It wasn’t intentional—F-fuck…"
You chuckled after his own moan stopped him, right after you give his tip a peck before undressing him completely. Your hand comes to spread his precum, helping you stroke him gradually.
“Then I’m lucky, my love. Making my firelord so excited after so little touches.”
But how could he not? He is in love with you so much that he can embarrassingly admit only your embrace could make his body react inappropriately. You licked around his tip then, making his breath falter and his chest heavend from the anticipation until he groaned, feeling the vibration of your own moan around his veins when you took him in your mouth.
Zuko forced his pleasured sounds lower, struggling to stay still as you sucked him off, already feeling on the edge — only for the situation to turn worse. You let his dick throb in your mouth at the sudden knock on the door as you stay still, instantly urging him to help him cover you with his robe.
“Lord Zuko, can I enter? I received an important letter that I must give you.”
You let your hand come outside of the robe to gesticulate an approval as he felt anxious enough not to follow another dangerous idea, yet he did so.
“You…can come in.”
The man comes inside, first looking at the letter in his hand before glancing up at his way too tensed lord, looking painfully at him with his narrowed, brown eyes.
“Lord Zuko, everything fine?”
At that, as the minx you are, you slowly suck him in again; your hand comes to cup his full balls, massaging tenderly before you lightly squeeze it, making him grunt, hiding it with a choke.
“Yes.” His throat tightens, struggling to form coherent words. “Just tired. Thank you for…the delivery.”
The man skeptically nodded before bowing, turning around to leave as Zuko’s heart started feeling a little more at ease, trying not to lose his own mind, control slipping by the way your mouth was cockwarming him so good it took all his discipline to behave.
“Lord Zuko, I apologise for giving more to your plate. I suggest you sleep well and leave other matters for tomorrow.”
“Mhm. H-Have a good afternoon.”
When the door locked, Zuko instantly lifted his robe to look at you. You glanced up, face reddened from the heat created by the suffocating air, yet you didn’t stop.
“Love, are you okay—“ Zuko’s head leaned back when you started sucking him more, deep enough to hit your throat over and over. You slipped out to lick a trail from the top to the bottom, then letting your tongue suck on his balls, placing kisses all over him while your other hand came to stroke him firmly.
“More than okay.” You were too aroused by the adrenaline pumping in your veins after almost being caught, needing him so much to cum in your mouth. “You were so hot, barely restraining yourself.” You suck around his sensitive tip before speaking between sweet slurps. “I love to see my love like that.”
Zuko is a step away from turning mad, insane. Madly in love with the way you take care of him, drying him for all he's worth.
“Love—Ah! I can’t—I will…”
Zuko cupped your cheek as he looked into your eyes while you felt his dick throb once again. No longer after his cum started purring in your mouth while you swallowed as much as you could. When he slipped his cock out of your mouth, you come again to lick him clean, devouring what he gave you.
He watched in a daze, letting his fingers wander, his thumb spreading your mouth before he gathered some remains of his cum, slipping two fingers in your mouth while you sucked them eagerly. Something in his eyes changed, a fire was in them by the way he leaned down until his hand came behind your neck for his lips to find yours. The other one urged you to lift, to come and sit on his lap, on the side.
Zuko purred his love for you in it, slipping his tongue inside while you felt his desire. The hand that didn’t support your head came to touch you, feeling your breast under your dress against his palm, before he came slowly between your legs. He whispered against your lips, eyes not leaving yours.
“Did my firelady enjoy making a mess out of me?”
“Z-Zuko…”
You felt your skin burning against his touch, now being the one compromised when you glanced at the door, then at him. Yet, when his hand comes under your dress, his fingers circling between your thighs, closer to your soaked pussy, your words weigh nothing. “Someone can come again…”
In a second, Zuko lifted his hand for his finger to point at the door; his striking lightning travelled over the electrical system of the door, closing it. His mouth twitched at your surprised expression.
“You’re insane, Zuko.”
He hummed, retuning his path before finally touching you, setting your panties to the side, circling slowly around your clit.
“Insane because of you.”
“Oh my—“
He nuzzled his head in your neck, planting his wet kisses, his love marks on your heated skin while one of his fingers came lower, testing the entrance only to easily enter inside your pussy.
“You liked that much to help me relieve some tension, love? That’s why you are so soaked right now for me?”
He chuckled as he saw how truly fucked your expression is, moaning as the second finger followed, thrusting faster and faster inside your pussy.
“Y-yes—I love it. Fuck, I love you, Zuko—“
Zuko groaned at your devoted words, pumping his fingers more roughly, deeper for you to reach your orgasm. He kissed you so intensely it made your mind dizzy and blank until all you could think was how much you wanted him.
“I love you too, my fire lady. Love you so much. Please, cum for me.”
You nodded frantically as your legs trembled, body twitching over him as you locked your hands strongly over his shoulder, head resting against his chest for any kind of support as you felt yourself cumming, your wetness slipping down his fingers as he dragged your orgasm until you stopped moving.
Zuko slipped his fingers slowly from your pussy, coming to embrace you tightly over your vulnerable body. He leaned his head over yours, pressing a kiss here while his hand caressing your body.
“We should go to bed, my love.” He chuckled as you mindlessly nod, still recovering after the orgasm. “I’ll bath both of us first." You only hummed in return, gripping him more tightly while he rose from the chair with you in his arms.
You are so lucky to have such a caring, lovely husband. But his situation is no different.
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