A certain half-foot shouted in anger. He snatched the lock pick from your hands. “Didn’t I tell you this was my job? You and Senshi just can’t keep your hands away, huh?!”
Chilchuck was currently yelling at you because you kept messing with his ‘job’. You never quite understood why he took it so seriously, it was just lockpicking!
“If you do it one more time, there’ll be a price to pay!” Now that caught your attention. “Oh yeah, what price?” You leaned down challenging his words. Chilchuck gave you a small smirk before whispering. “Follow me when the rest of the group falls asleep.”
Some time had passed and it was now time for you to ‘pay the price.’ Honestly you doubted he could do anything to you.
Chilchuck walked over to you and grasped your hand. “Let’s go.” It sounded like he was attempting to be seductive, a little pathetic.
He led you to a more secluded area and suddenly stopped. “What’s wrong? Chicken out?” You spoke with a small chuckle. You quickly shut up as he ‘pinned’ you to the wall. You eyes widened before you laughed a little.
Chilchuck face burned in embarrassment. “Wh-What are you laughing for?! You’re the one who’s pinned!” With one hand you pushed the poor thing away. “Sweetie, let me show you how it’s done.”
You pushed Chilchuck onto the cold floor and shook your head. “What exactly were you trying to do, seduce me?” You tsked. “Naughty little thing.” You stripped yourself of your shirt, watching as he gawked at your body.
“Drink it in while it lasts~” You turned away from the staring man and undid your pants, sliding them down. You glanced back over your shoulder, teasingly sliding down your undergarments and bra.
“You just gonna sit there dressed?” Chilchuck shuttered. He quickly stripped himself of his clothes. “I-I-“ He couldn’t get a word out as he reached a hand out.
Course he couldn’t handle you, all he’s seen were half-foots! You laughed softly and sat on the ground to reach his height. “Here, suck.” You held two fingers to his mouth. You shivered as he engulfed them, his mouth was so warm and wet.
You pulled them out after a minute of two and lined them up with your cunt muttering a simple, “Watch,” before putting them in yourself. Chilchuck could only stare, amused. Everything was just so much bigger on tall-men!
You couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure as your fingers moved in and out. Chilchuck could burn holes into you from how hard he was staring. You lock eyes with him, winking and biting your lip slightly.
You remove your fingers from your cunt with a small pop noise. “Be a dear and fuck me?” He was taken aback. “I…(name)…you..” He froze before nodding. He leaned down and lined up his cock, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He whimpered slightly as he was engulfed by your tight walls. “So tight, ‘m gonna die!” He whined as he carefully moved. You couldn’t help but laugh at the poor thing. “You’re doing good, move a little faster~”
His lip quivered as he followed your orders. He thrusted sloppily, his mind already in heaven. You held his cheek with a small smile on your face.
“That’s it, your doing so good for me puppy~” And that nickname alone kicked it into second gear. Chilchuck looked like he had lost it as he sped up, his thrusts getting worse. “Slow down, this ain’t a race.” You groaned and tilted your head back. You gasped softly as he hit your g-spot head on. “Good boy, you found my spot~” If he had a tail it would be wagging. He continued to thrust, trying his best to hit it each time. You locked hands with him, staring into his eyes. “You gonna cum? You wanna cum in me?” He nodded, looking more fucked out than you. “Cum f’me.”
He bit his lip harder and came, your insides filling up quickly. Turns out half-foot’s cum a lot, the more you know! Your soaking cunt throbbed as the cum oozed out. Your clit twitched as you panted.
He looked up at you then at your clit, leaning down and taking it in his mouth. “W-Wait!” You stuttered out as he sucked on it. You tilted your head back with a moan. “G-God!” Your legs shook as you came.
“Look at that, you got me to cum after all.” You smiled at him, panting , as Chilchuck lifted his head up, covering his face.
A certain half-foot shouted in anger. He snatched the lock pick from your hands. “Didn’t I tell you this was my job? You and Senshi just can’t keep your hands away, huh?!”
Chilchuck was currently yelling at you because you kept messing with his ‘job’. You never quite understood why he took it so seriously, it was just lockpicking!
“If you do it one more time, there’ll be a price to pay!” Now that caught your attention. “Oh yeah, what price?” You leaned down challenging his words. Chilchuck gave you a small smirk before whispering. “Follow me when the rest of the group falls asleep.”
Some time had passed and it was now time for you to ‘pay the price.’ Honestly you doubted he could do anything to you.
Chilchuck walked over to you and grasped your hand. “Let’s go.” It sounded like he was attempting to be seductive, a little pathetic.
He led you to a more secluded area and suddenly stopped. “What’s wrong? Chicken out?” You spoke with a small chuckle. You quickly shut up as he ‘pinned’ you to the wall. You eyes widened before you laughed a little.
Chilchuck face burned in embarrassment. “Wh-What are you laughing for?! You’re the one who’s pinned!” With one hand you pushed the poor thing away. “Sweetie, let me show you how it’s done.”
You pushed Chilchuck onto the cold floor and shook your head. “What exactly were you trying to do, seduce me?” You tsked. “Naughty little thing.” You stripped yourself of your shirt, watching as he gawked at your body.
“Drink it in while it lasts~” You turned away from the staring man and undid your pants, sliding them down. You glanced back over your shoulder, teasingly sliding down your undergarments.
“You just gonna sit there dressed?” Chilchuck shuttered. He quickly stripped himself of his clothes. “I-I-“ He couldn’t get a word out as he reached a hand out.
Course he couldn’t handle you, all he’s seen were half-foots! You laughed softly and sat on the ground to reach his height. “Here, suck.” You held two fingers to his mouth. You shivered as he engulfed them, his mouth was so warm and wet.
You pulled them out after a minute of two and lined them up with your hole muttering a simple, “Watch,” before putting them in yourself. Chilchuck could only stare, amused. Everything was just so much bigger on tall-men!
You couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure as your fingers moved in and out. Chilchuck could burn holes into you from how hard he was staring. You lock eyes with him, winking and biting your lip slightly.
You remove your fingers from your hole with a small pop noise. “Be a dear and fuck me?” He was taken aback. “I…(name)…you..” He froze before nodding. He leaned down and lined up his cock, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He whimpered slightly as he was engulfed by your tight walls. “So tight, ‘m gonna die!” He whined as he carefully moved. You couldn’t help but laugh at the poor thing. “You’re doing good, move a little faster~”
His lip quivered as he followed your orders. He thrusted sloppily, his mind already in heaven. You held his cheek with a small smile on your face.
“That’s it, your doing so good for me puppy~” And that nickname alone kicked it into second gear. Chilchuck looked like he had lost it as he sped up, his thrusts getting worse. “Slow down, this ain’t a race.” You groaned and tilted your head back.
You gasped softly as he hit your prostate head on. “Good boy, you found my spot~” If he had a tail it would be wagging. He continued to thrust, trying his best to hit it each time. You locked hands with him, staring into his eyes. “You gonna cum? You wanna cum in me?” He nodded, looking more fucked out than you. “Cum f’me.”
He bit his lip harder and came, your insides filling up quickly. Turns out half-foot’s cum a lot, the more you know! Your untouched dick laid on your stomach, small spurts of cum shooting from it.
“Look at that, you got me to cum after all.” You smiled at him as Chilchuck covered his burning face.
a/n -> sighs and explodes i need this man injected in my blood right NOW. nobody will be able to convince me that this man doesn’t have a breeding kink. sometimes i forget im writing for real people on a real platform and it jump scares me when people comment on my work. but in a good way ofc i love seeing people’s thoughts on my stuff. ANYWAYS. REQS.
wc -> 4.7k words of filth LMAO
cw -> anal fingering, anal sex, spit as lube, throat fucking, using “pussy” and “cunt” as a synonym, mild impact play, breeding kink, mirror sex, finger hooking, bondage, begging, brief gun play, when i say “little” i mean that in a condescending sorta way and not bc the reader is described to be petite and tiny, not beta read obv
"You're a tricky one, I'll give you that," is the first thing the man before you said. It'd been quite a while since the first time the two of you met in a dingy bar hidden in the sketchier parts of town. He hadn't been trying to kill you then - he was but a fellow patron eager to ruin his liver. Originally, he had a strange gut feeling about you. Like a pretty thing like you wasn't all it seemed, but he shrugged it off after a well-placed look from you offering to buy a couple more rounds.
So when he's given another job, the first thing he does is laugh. He didn't really mean it at first, but really, the irony was hilarious. The guy he nearly got to fuck was his current target: [Name] [L.Name], a rising Jujutsu Sorcerer. He obviously wasn't as strong as the esteemed Gojo Satoru or Geto Suguru, but he was advancing a little faster than many would've liked.
"Thanks. I tried," you replied, seeming much too relaxed for a man about to be assassinated. You were currently stuck on the floor with your arms tied behind your back and your legs bound together by plain, old, ordinary rope. You were a little embarrassed, truthfully, to have been caught by such a mundane trap like this.
You struggled against your restraints a bit, sighing in defeat when you only served to remind yourself just how stuck you were. "These are pretty secure," you started, giving the man before you a laidback smirk. "You experienced?"
Toji gave you a quizzical look for a moment before breaking out in an amused grin, resting his handgun against his shoulder. He definitely wasn't expecting his target to start flirting with him instead of pleading for his life like he was used to. But he'll entertain you for a while. "You could say that."
You huffed through your nose, your eyes lazily flitting around the room. You were making your way back inside the abandoned building you chose to hide in when you suddenly found yourself tied up. It took you a moment to realize you couldn't move when he appeared in front of you, but even less to recognize him as the man you almost got to sleep with. "I would've loved to have you tie me up back then, but this wasn't really what I was thinking about."
"Your phone's a real cockblock, huh?" He chuckled lightly, in an almost mocking manner from what you managed to detect in his voice. "Can't even begin to imagine how long you've had to go without gettin' laid."
You rolled your eyes like he wasn't only there to kill you and get his money. "Don't get me started. There's always something new I have to kill every fuckin' second. My boss thinks it's great training to go out whenever I can."
Right. Technically, you weren't a fully-fledged Sorcerer. You had more of a vigilante-esque vibe to you. You hadn't attended either Jujutsu High School in Tokyo or Kyoto as well, only taught by your family and experiences. Not that that really mattered anyway. You fought, you got strong, and now someone put a hit on you.
You sighed, shifting your body to a more comfortable position before tilting your head back against the wall. “This is the part where I beg for my life, right?” You questioned rhetorically, with an almost bored expression on your face before your eyes lit up with an idea. “I’m not too good at that, but I am good at begging for something else.”
Toji raised an eyebrow in intrigue, unable to fight off the grin at the obvious implication. He didn’t stop you from shamelessly checking him out, but he cut your ogle session short regardless.
“Yeah? Care to elaborate?” He made his way closer, crouching in front of you to get a better view of your face. He knew what you were asking for. He just wanted to know if you’d follow through with it.
Maybe it was the adrenaline making you bold, knowing that he could easily kill you with the pull of a trigger—or maybe it was just because he was really fucking hot. With a quick, obvious glance to his crotch (you could see the imprint of his dick through his sweatpants), you spoke clearly. “I want you to fuck me.”
He liked how forward you were, how unafraid you were to say what you wanted. He swiped his tongue over his lips and nearly laughed at how your eyes darted downwards to watch it. “You call that beggin’?” He taunted, raising his arm to press the tip of his gun against your chin to tilt your head up. “Do it right.”
A shudder ran through your body at his demand, leaving a trail of heat that settled right into your groin. You felt hyper aware of everything—of the cool metal on your skin, of the faint gunpowder scent emanating from the barrel, of your heartbeat thrumming so hard you briefly wondered if he could hear it.
“Oh, please, Mr. Fushiguro,” you whined, staring up at him through your lashes pleadingly. You tried to squeeze your thighs together as you squirmed, attempting to provide your hardening dick friction. “Please fuck me. I’ve been thinking about this whole time. I need it so much.”
“Well, aren’t you a confident little thing,” he remarked with a thoughtful hum, carefully inspecting your reactions. “But what makes you think I won’t just kill you and get my money?”
“Because you haven’t yet,” you replied with a smug undertone in your voice, like you figured him all out. Although, when he dragged his gun up towards your lips, a brief wave of fear washed down your body, settling deep in your chest.
“Really? That’s all you’re going off of?” He tilted his head, watching you through the dark curtain of hair that fell over his piercing eyes. “That’s cute.” He held his finger over the trigger, teasingly flexing it before relaxing just as fast. He found it funny how your confident facade slipped away the moment you remembered that you weren’t talking to a casual friend—that the Sorcerer Killer himself was staring you down the barrel of his gun. But, apparently, that’s what got you all hot and bothered.
“I didn’t think you’d be this desperate.” His scarred lips curled upwards in a predatory grin as he nudged the tip of his gun against your mouth, prying it open. You fought the urge to squirm when he pushed it further, jaw straining, but you tried your best to comply. “You seemed all mysterious ‘n’ unassuming back at the bar. What happened to that? Got me feelin’ like I got the wrong person with the way you’re actin’.”
You tried to shake your head while a garbled noise left your throat, but he kept you firmly in place as he pushed it as far as he could go. Even as you squinted, it was hard not to practically eyefuck him where you sat. Your watery irises trailed over the length of his arm, tracing the bulging veins that patterned over his forearm, dipping back underneath his skin before reappearing in his thick bicep. His shirt did little to hide his chest, squeezing in just the right places to render any woman jealous.
You couldn’t stop your gaze from wandering down, down towards his legs, zeroing in on the dick print he so obviously flaunted like a trophy. Your mouth watered, suddenly finding it hard to swallow. You slid your tongue over the rough metal, imagining that it was his cock stretching your eager throat wide open; imagining the salty taste of his precum, of the scent of his musk, of—
“My eyes’re up here, pretty boy,” he interrupted, pressing the gun up against your palate to snap you out of your stupor and avert your gaze. “If you’re gonna deny bein’ a slut, at least act like it.”
He pulled it out of your drooling mouth, wiping the string of saliva off on your cheek before setting it on the floor with a dull thud. Your face was messy, chest heaving up and down as you panted, expectantly waiting for him to continue like a lost puppy.
“You’re so damn easy,” he commented teasingly, reaching down to palm his cock through his pants. It throbbed under his touch, leaking precum and straining against the fabric. “If I’da known all it took for you to get all nice ‘n’ compliant f’me was a dick down your throat, I’d have my money by now.” There was a hint of honesty to his voice that you couldn’t even find in yourself to protest.
“Please…” you breathlessly whined, trying to writhe out of your binds, but it was tied too tightly around your body to free yourself. “I want it. Stop messing with me.”
“I know.” He reached down to shift you onto your knees, steadying you with a firm hand on the back of your neck. You watched him slide his free hand under his pants to pull his thick cock out, eyes fixated on the leaking tip. He wrapped it around the shaft and leisurely jerked himself off, the wet sounds of his precum sliding along the shaft mixing in with your labored breaths and his quiet groans.
Finally, after what felt like decades, he shuffled forward just enough to press himself against your lips, finding little need to nudge his way inside when you so eagerly parted them for him. You let out a pleased noise at the taste of his precum, beginning to squint and fight the urge to gag when he refused to stop until your nose was buried in his pubes. He held you there for a moment, enjoying the sight of your throat bulging to accommodate his cock.
“You’re takin’ me in so easily,” he purred, sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of your tongue tracing over a prominent vein, making him twitch in your mouth. “Is this what you do? Use your body to live a little longer? 'Cause I gotta say, whatever you're doin' is really payin' off."
You visibly preened at his praise, feeling your dick strain against the fabric of your pants. He let you move at your own pace, watching you hollow your cheeks and slide and bob your head up and down. He was thick and long and made your jaw ache in the best way, utterly infatuated with his scent, with his taste, with the way he let you go at your own pace—but you knew better. You knew that he could easily take that control away from you and fuck your face.
You kind of wished he did, honestly.
With a bit of effort, you pulled away from his cock, breathing heavily. Your voice was shaky but it was firm, determined to get what you wanted. “Fuck my throat,” you demanded, staring up at him through your lashes. He gave you an intrigued smile, clearly pleased with your eagerness to be used like a toy.
“You sure? ‘Cause I’m not stoppin’ til I cum,” he warned. He hardly gave you enough time to reply before he held the base of his cock, gently tapping the tip against your slick lips to get you to open up wide again, obviously unconcerned with your response. “But if you really insist, then who am I to say no to a pretty thing like you?”
He adjusted his stance, towering over you with both his hands atop your head. He allowed you to take a deep breath before pulling you to him just as he shoved his cock back down your throat. You were still unused to him, nearly choking at the sudden movement, feeling tears pool along your lashes. You could’ve sworn his musk was an actual aphrodisiac. It was all you could smell, filling up your nostrils to render your mind a pathetically fuzzy mess.
“Thaaaat’s it,” he drawled out, staring you down with enough heat in his eyes to practically glue you to the floor. You weren’t even sure if you’d get up and leave if he gave you the chance to. Probably not, frankly. Not with the way his strong hands so easily kept you in place, nor with how he strained your jaw—infatuated with every inch and vein and his salty precum. “Take it all, baby.”
He chuckled to himself, not bothering to hide the condescension in his voice. “But I didn’t need to tell you that, huh? Is this muscle memory takin’ over?” Despite his words, his brows were furrowed, focused on thrusting his hips, stoking the rising fire in his abdomen. His rhythmic groans were music to your ears, mixing in with your wet gags and the faint sound of his balls slapping your chin.
“Fuck,” he panted, taking one hand off to wipe your hair off of your forehead and get a look at your watery, unfocused eyes. It sent a heat down his spine that made his cock jolt at the sight of your blissed out face. “You’re so damn tight… gonna make me cum.”
“Is that what you want?” He grunted, digging his fingertips into your skin. “Y’think it’s what you deserve?” For a moment, you were worried he was going to stop. But he didn’t really, instead he kept you still, holding you at a distance to make sure you didn’t accidentally pass out. “I wanna hear you beg for it.”
You blinked your tears away and looked up at him, squinting, confused when he hadn’t let you go yet. It took you a second to piece together what he wanted of you, and felt the burn of embarrassment trickle down your spine and settle into your chest when you did. He wanted you to beg with his cock in your mouth. You were quiet, unsure how to respond without choking and coughing into next week.
“C’mon,” he persisted, his scarred lips lifting in a grin. “I know a little slut like you can do it.”
With a deep breath, you attempted to get your words out through muffled sounds that very vaguely sounded like sentences. It was humiliating—letting him use you to entertain himself like this, but it was an exhilarating feeling that made your cock twitch and throb, aching to be touched.
“Sorry, what was that?” He questioned mockingly, expression laced with faux concern. “Do you mind repeating that?”
You paused, staring up at him pleadingly, but when that didn’t seem to work, you tried again. Drool seeped out the corners of your lips, trailing down your chin. It was hard to breathe and form coherent thoughts. Your cock throbbed and ached to be touched, finding your pants to be uncomfortably suffocating.
“Was that so hard?” He questioned rhetorically as he tugged your face close again, savoring the feeling of your throat squeezing around his dick before beginning to fuck it. He groaned when he felt you run your tongue over the veins, the vibrations of your voice sending heat through his body that he eagerly chased.
He swore under his breath, panting, focused on the tightening coil in his abdomen. “Shit—I’m about to—fuck—cum.”
You moaned when you felt him still, pressing your face into his pelvis to make sure every drop of his cum went down your throat. It was difficult to swallow, letting your eyes flutter shut until he was finished. Your vision was a bit blurry when he finally decided to pull away, leaving you gasping and panting.
“I want—I need you to fuck me,” you slurred, desire flashing brightly in your eyes. Your voice was raw and hoarse and raspy, but there was no hiding your desperation. “Please. I need it so bad it fucking hurts. Please, Fushiguro.”
“I just got done cumming down your throat and you’re already askin’ for more?” He chuckled condescendingly, reaching out to swipe the pad of his thumb along your chin to gather the mix of saliva cum. He brought it to your lips, watching you wrap them around his finger and suck the fluids off his skin. “You needy whore. You’re lucky I’m not in any rush right now.”
With a swift hand, he untied the rope holding your legs together to lead you to a different spot, confident that you wouldn’t make a break for it. Not that you could nor wanted to, anyways.
The mirror before you was dusty and cracked, but it still served its purpose well. He kicked your legs apart and brought you back down to your knees, lowering himself behind you with a firm grip on the back of your neck. You nearly came on the spot when he squeezed your aching cock, hips jerking needily, but he let go in the blink of an eye to unzip your pants and bring them down far enough to expose your ass. He brought two fingers to your lips and dipped them inside your mouth with his other hand, coating them with your saliva rather haphazardly.
He swiftly brought them back down, running them over your balls and perineum teasingly, grinning at your sharp intake of breath. He slid the pads of them over your hole, just barely pushing them through to feel the resistance give way before pulling them back out.
“I swear to god, I’ll—“ you tried to threaten, only to be cut off by a whorish moan that Toji managed to tear from your lips when he shoved his fingers inside you. They pressed against your prostate, firm and unrelenting, rubbing it just the slightest bit to keep you reeling. The sudden stretch fucking burned as you clamped down on him like a vice, wincing and groaning.
“You’ll what?” He urged, eyes fixated on your face, watching every single muscle twitch, noticing the way your cock spurt a fresh stream of precum down the throbbing shaft. “C’mon, don’t get all shy on me now. What were you saying?”
He thrust his fingers in and out slowly, emphasizing the wet squelching sounds of your asshole. You could feel his breaths brushing against your heated skin, sending shivers up and down your spine that ended in your fingertips. Your knees ached and your arms were growing numb from being tied back for so long but you figured you could ignore it for a little while longer if it meant you’d get what you wanted. His dick, namely.
“I’ll—agh, fuck—I’ll…” you trailed off, hardly able to form a coherent sentence with the way he massaged your prostate so perfectly. “Just… just shut up,” you muttered finally, breathless and unfocused as you stared at the spot you connected from the reflection in the old mirror. A subtle feeling of embarrassment settled in your heaving chest when you heard the raspy sound of his chuckle.
“Is that it?” He taunted, locking eyes with you. His free hand slid upwards, teasing your nipples through your shirt to watch you squirm. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight. I’m startin’ to question whether or not you’re really some hotshot Sorcerer.”
It was hard to refute him when you looked the way you did—all messy and disheveled and desperate, hard for the man supposed to kill you. You were completely unlike yourself hardly half an hour ago, but you barely gave a shit. How could you when the hottest man you’ve ever seen was behind you, fingerfucking your eager hole? Chances like these don’t come often to you, that’s for sure.
You shivered and moaned, leaning back against his chest. Your hips practically moved on their own accord, thighs flexing to keep yourself upright as you tried to fuck yourself on his thick digits. Toji could see the way your eyes unfocused and glossed over with understimulated tears, frustrated and horribly pent-up.
He gave your prostate a quick jab, firm enough to intensify the heated coil in your belly, but too fast to savor. He wasn’t planning on giving in to you so easily as he avoided your sensitive spot, instead moving his fingers in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.
“God—stop doing that,” you pleaded. You felt like an open book, unable to stop yourself from furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance or conceal the painstakingly obvious glint of hunger in your pupil-blown irises.
“Quit whinin’ and maybe I’ll consider it,” he murmured gruffly, enraptured by the way you writhed and squirmed and looked just downright pathetic. You both knew he wouldn’t, not when all the others he’s fucked couldn’t hold a candle to your pliant little body. You knew why he was there in the first place, but still, you remained there on your knees even when he untied them.
You nearly let out a sob when he curled his fingers again, offering you the barest of touches to your prostate that sent liquid fire coursing through your veins.
“Fuck, please,” you begged, yet again. You didn’t know much of this you could take or how long it’d be until he caved. God, was it so much to ask for a man to fuck you stupid?!
“I want your cock inside me so bad, fucking me fast ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep,” you slurred, hardly able to maintain even the barest shred of dignity. You looked into his deep, green eyes through the mirror’s reflection, hoping he’d relent.
“Yeah? Y’want me in this slutty pussy?” He purred, sliding his slick fingers out of your twitching hole to give it a sharp slap. You jolted just as a spurt of precum slid down your hard cock, leaking onto your clothed, heaving abdomen. He chuckled breathlessly as he leisurely rubbed your puffy rim with the pad of a finger. “You should’ve just said so.”
He wiped his fingers off on the back of your shirt, offering you an oblivious shrug when you glared at him through the mirror. Your knees ached when he had you lean forward a little, placing your more of your weight on the poor joints as he reached down to quickly jerk himself off before tapping the tip of his dick on your asshole one, two, three quick times.
It felt like he was splitting you apart when he finally decided to push through after spitting on your hole, groaning at the way you squeezed around him tighter than a damn virgin. It hurt like a bitch. Of course it did—you made him rush and he was using less than ideal lube, but, God, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t feel so fucking good.
You watched him lean back a little and hold you by the ropes binding your arms together, rolling his hips experimentally, only to grind his cockhead into your prostate so deliciously you saw stars. A searing heat enveloped your body, blinding you with white that took you far too long to come down from. Opening your eyes (you didn’t even realize you closed them), you instantly spotted your twitching cock drooling cum onto the floor. Fuck. He didn’t even start and you came.
“That was so damn fast.” He couldn’t be bothered to stop the hint of a laugh from leaving his throat. With his free hand, he reached down and gave your throbbing dick a squeeze, stroking it with a tight grip to milk out the rest of your cum.
You shuddered and trembled, biting your lip to stifle your moans. He let go to stuff two of his slick fingers in your mouth, careless with how deep he forced them in. Not that you really minded as you swirled your tongue around his skin, readily cleaning it off. You locked eyes, keeping your expression firm in a weak attempt to regain even a sliver of composure when he suddenly moved, giving you a quick, harsh thrust that nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.
He shifted his fingers, curling them as they pulled on your cheek, tugging at the flesh until he forces your mouth wide open. You couldn’t stop your tongue from lolling out, jaw slack as you drooled and whined and cried every time he rammed his thick cock into your eager fuckhole. He was relentless—pounding into you fast and hard and deep, just like you begged for so prettily.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, digging his fingertips into the flesh of your hip hard enough to leave bruises, arms flexing to yank you back as soon as he pulled out. “Your pussy’s so damn tight,” he panted, brows furrowed in focus, relishing in the sound of his hips slapping your ass and your whorish moans. “M’gonna make sure your messy little cunt remembers my cock by the time I’m finished with you.”
“Uh-huh, mhm,” you nodded, hands itching to grab onto his biceps, his back, something to ground yourself while he churned your insides to mush. It was nigh impossible to think or breathe or speak, but it felt so fucking good.
“Awh, look at yourself,” he cooed, his voice slightly jumpy as he let go of your mouth to roughly pat your cheek, forcing you out of your stupor to make you stare at your reflection. “Are you out of it already? Should I stop?” He questioned, his raspy voice laced with faux concern.
“No! N-No,” you stammered, finding it difficult to comprehend what he was saying until moments later, alerted by the word “stop”. “Don’t stop! Ohh, oh god, please don’t stop!”
You’re so, so sensitive and so full, and you can feel him losing his rhythm. His cock is heavy in your stomach and you swear through your addled brain it’s weighing you down as a trail of precum connects your heated bodies together, frothing between your thighs and his balls.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he grunted, gritting his teeth. He could feel the burning coil in his abdomen intensify with each passing second, and suddenly he’s speeding up, pistoning into you with loud and sloppy thrusts. His green eyes are locked on your swollen and puffy hole sucking him in with a vice grip, watching his cock slide in and out, in and out, over and over again until you’re cumming hard, shaking and convulsing.
“That’s it,” he growls, the sound low and deep. It went straight into your stomach, sparks lighting up under your skin as your hips jerk, unsure whether you want to endure the building overstimulation or move away. “M’gonna cum so deep inside your pretty little pussy I’ll knock you up,” he murmured in your ear, dragging a canine down your neck to clamp his teeth down on the flesh. “Y’want that? To be my breeding bitch?”
You sobbed, unable to answer, but he didn’t need one. Not when your body spoke for you.
He fucked the air out of your lungs one, two, three more times, feeling his balls tighten until he finally came, spilling his cum so deep inside you, you were sure it’d stay there for weeks. You moaned, savoring the warmth that spread through your body with each spurt of his cum that coated your velvety insides, trying to catch your breath before you had to move.
Toji sighed in satisfaction, pulling out after a few moments. He watched your fucked-out hole clench around nothing as it leaked with his seed, spreading one of your asscheeks to get a better view before giving it a final pat.
You didn’t realize he cut the ropes holding your arms behind your back until you nearly fell face-first onto the floor, catching yourself with your numb hands.
“Ow… fuck,” you cursed at the sharp stinging sensation that ran up your arms, shaking them uselessly in an attempt to restore the blood flow faster.
“You were better than I thought you’d be,” he hummed, getting up to fix his clothes. He grabbed his handgun from off the ground, holding it against his shoulder as he stared you down. “But you have three days. Make ‘em count.”
You weren’t oblivious to know that he was giving you a three-day recovery period before he began hunting you again. Even then, you couldn’t stop the shiver of excitement from running through your spine at the prospect of seeing him again.
You grinned, breathless and shaky but confident nonetheless. It was unlikely he’d fuck you once he found you, but a man could dream. "I will."
everyone’s like “dads best friend!” or like “older men” like 🤓🤓🤓
yall wanna know THE TROPE??
dads old friend from college who’s a total fuckin loser virgin like he’s makin bank but god he can’t talk to his best friends pretty son for shot without poppin a boner. like the mf is like “so… weather good?” and you smile and you’re sayin it’s pretty and smiling and your lips when you smile so sweetly at him and he’s on rock and beating off in your bathroom to the smell of your body wash and used towel
Warnings: nsfw, age gap, virgin!character, top!character, sub!character, btm!reader, dom!reader, inexperienced!character, spit as lube, whimpering, raw sex, slight vouyerism
knock knock knock.
Your dad stood with a groan as someone’s strong fist pounded on your front door. You peek over the couch with curiosity, who could it possibly be?
“Jason!”
Your dad shouted as he embraced the stranger at the door. Perhaps someone he knew? You could only wonder as you stood up and peered over his shoulder.
“Who’s this?” You questioned. The man in the door seemed to have frozen as his eyes locked with yours.
“Ah, son, this is Jason! He was my best friend from college. Remember that frat party?” Your dad exclaimed with a loud laugh. Jason seemed…nervous?
“You…you must be (name), I’m Jason. B-But of course your old man already told you that!” He stuttered out. You smiled at him as you dad let him in. He was dressed rather handsomely, something was just off about him.
“Well, you kids go on and catch up! I’ll grab us some beers.” Your dad slapped Jason’s back as he walked into the kitchen. Jason let out a small cough as his gaze shifted towards the floor.
You observed his outfit a bit more, noticing his watch. “N-Nice weather huh?” Jason stuttered once more, snapping you out your trance. “Right! It’s been rather sunny!” You smile at him. You failed to notice his body tensing up however.
“Do you uh, think your old man would mind if I used your bathroom?” You shook your head no before speaking once again, “Not at all, just upstairs to the left!” Jason nods at you and rushes up the stairs. He must’ve had to pee badly!
You, however, were wrong.
”Back with the beers- Oh where’d he go?” Your dad had finally returned with the beers. “He’s using the restroom.” You hummed softly in reply as you plopped yourself onto the couch. Your dad glanced up the stairs before shrugging it off and sitting beside you.
“Think you can check up on him?” He questions as he sips his beer. You huffed with annoyance, you had just gotten comfortable! “I guess..” You mumble as you begin to go up the stairs.
You weren’t prepared for what was waiting though.
“Hngh…fuck please go down…” Soft whimpers could be heard from the bathroom door. “Mr. Jason..?” You questioned as you pressed your ear against the door. Everything behind the door came to a halt. “O-One moment!” Jason shouted as he rushed behind the door.
When he finally opened it, he looked like a sweaty mess. Your brain finally began to put two and two together. “Were…were you jerking off?” The poor things face went red once the words left your mouth. He could only look down in shame. “Tsk Tsk…poor baby was pent up.” You looked up at him with a small grin before pushing him inside the small room and closing the door.
“‘M sorry, couldn’t help myself you were just so cute and-“ You cut him off before he could ramble on anymore. “It’s ok doll, I know I made you suffer.” You caress his jaw as if teasing him more. He looked like he could melt on the spot. “Do you want me to help you, hm baby?” You leaned up against him.
His poor cock was bulging against his pants, almost like it was gonna burst out. “Please.” He whimpered out. Well, he did ask nicely. “Good boy.” You pushed him onto the toilet with a small smile. “Hold still, mkay?”
His body just looked so good. You carefully pulled his cock from his pants, letting it throb in your hands. “So pent up aren’t ya sweetheart?” His whimpers were like heaven to you. You hadn’t even started and he was like putty. “How sad, a college student gets your little cock hard?”
You smiled internally as he blushed in embarrassment. You kept verbally teasing him as you stripped, the occasional “Dumb virgin” slipped out. “I can’t take it, please stop teasing me!” Jason held your hips with a desperate look in his eyes. Maybe it was time to finally stop teasing him.
You spat onto his waiting cock and shoved your fingers in his mouth. “Mind sucking? Don’t want me yelling to my old man right?” Jason nodded slowly as he took your fingers in his throat with ease. Granted they were long, it was quickly lathered in saliva. You leased one hand onto the base of the toilet and used the other to work your fingers into your hole.
”Fuck..” You let out a shaky moan. You bite your lip in an attempt to silence yourself, your fingers pressing against the precious spot. Eventually you felt prepared enough and pulled your fingers from your hole. You carefully hovered over his cock, watching as his eyes lit up like it was Christmas.
With a loud moan you dropped yourself onto it, only making it halfway before you felt full. “H-Holy shit…how the hell do you have a monster like this are only just now fucking?” Jason’s face lit up as he watched you on it. “I’m too shy I guess..I’m just not really a social person..”
You rolled your eyes. Not social your ass! You rolled your hips slightly, attempting to fit more of the monster inside you. No budge. You’d have to work with what you had. You began bouncing the best you could, your poor hole suffering with each movement.
“G-God fuck! Your not even all the way in me!” You move your hands to your nipples, twisting and pulling them. “S-So tight..so good!” Jason stuttered out. You gasped as his hands gripped your hips and began to move you up and down on his dick. “St-Stop!” You let out broken moans as he moved.
Your brain felt like it was going to mush, all because of a big virgin loser! Your hands made their way to his back as you held onto him. The room felt hot, everything felt so pleasurable. “Cumming, pretty please.” Jason began to chant as his hips sped up. “With me!” You barely managed to get the sentence out, but you assumed he got the message as he let out more whimpers.
Your felt something inside you tighten, a familiar feeling. You moaned out as your cum sprayed against his stomach, his filling you. Your nails were digging into his skin as you came down from your high. “What..The…Fuck!” You both flinched as a voice shouted from the door.
It was your dad.
I haven’t written smut in so long…pls give feedback fr </3
I wanna say thanks for enjoying the first part tho which is linked here
Character: Miguel Ohara
Type: Angst + Fluff
Warning: Violence, Yelling, Swearing, Slight suggestive content, Male Reader, Scars
Word Count: 553
You swung through the community of spider-people, feelings rushing through your head. Anger, Sadness, Fear. It all hit you like a train. You made it to your destination within short timing. It was a small abandoned corner of the community, perfect to hide away.
You set down the bag and sigh, your heart was still hurting. With shaky hands you touched the bandaging on your face. “And he claims he’s sorry..” you mutter, venom laced in your voice. “You don’t just apologize for that shit!” You kick the bag, sending it into a wall.
After the sudden outburst you leaned against the wall, sliding until your butt landed on the hard concrete. “Miguel my love, what even made you do this..” you hold your face with a sigh. “I wish I understood him..”
While you were hoping to understand him better, Miguel was having a full tantrum. Yelling at anyone who came in his sight, throwing things around in your room. For a man who hurt you, he was pissed.
His little temper tantrum continued until there was nothing left for his talons to tear into. As the reality of the situation set in, he slid down the wall with a sad look on his face. “Mi príncipe..” He spoke, guilt running through his system.
“I didn’t mean to hurt him, I would never…I mean I didn’t mean…” He groaned in frustration as he argued with himself. “I need to fix this. Lyla, track (name)’s spider suit.” He spoke into his watch. “Tracking…” The AI responded, showing a small GPS of your location.
Miguel smiled and rushed to the location, leaving the destroyed room for later events. On your side of the community, you had finally calmed your emotions down. Your head rested on the temporary pillow you had formed with your bag. It was peaceful, only for a second sadly.
“(name)!” Miguel bursted into the area, surprising you. “You- How the hell did you find me?!” You question as you stood. Miguel hadn’t really planned this far. “Look (name) I know I screwed up but I want to make this right-“ Slap! You interrupted him with a harsh slap.
Miguel stood frozen like a deer in headlights. “You wanna make this right? Don’t go chasing me after I asked for space! Don’t go threatening teenagers! And especially don’t go hurting me after you promised not to!” Your voice cracked as you said the last sentence.
Miguel’s eyes softened. “(name)…mi príncipe..” You could feel tears in your eyes as Miguel held your cheek. “Mi amor, I’m gonna do something about my anger. I’m gonna do everything to make this better, just please don’t cry.” He brushed his thumb across your lip.
“It hurts Miguel..it fucking hurts.” Tears ran down your face only to be wiped away by him. “Don’t cry baby I’m here.” He coo’d. You wanted to push him away, you really did. But your body craved for his touch, for reassurance.
“I hate you, bastard.” You lean on his chest in defeat. “Yeah yeah, a lot of people do.” Miguel chuckles softly and rubs your back. You flick his nipple, causing him to freeze before laughing. “Heard loud and clear, let’s go home mi príncipe.”
And waiting at home for you was a destroyed room. Miguel certainly got an earful that night.
Warning: Male Reader, Suggestive Content, Use of swear, Violence, Blood, Reader is a Spider Person, Panic Attack
Word count: 412
There Miguel stood, yelling at Miles Morales. You thought you could trust Miguel not to do something stupid, but you were wrong.
“Lyla, shut down all defense system against Miles Morales.” You spoke, glaring at Miguel. Miles eyes looked at yours, searching for help. You motioned your head towards the door, Miles escaping Miguel’s now limp grip.
“What are you doing?!” Miguel exclaimed, walking up to you with anger in his eyes. “That is a teenager Miguel, are you insane?” You challenge his intimidating stance.
Miguel got close to you. He stared down at you, a frown of disapproval on his face. “Lyla, send out a message to all spider-people. Catch Miles Morales.” He spoke, turning his body away from you.
“Miguel you can’t do this!” As you reached for him his talon’s slashed you across the face. A gasp left your mouth, silence quickly filling the room. “Do not stop me….I’m sorry.” Miguel looked back at you before running out the room.
You touched the freshly opened wound on your face, the blood making your stomach turn. Your boyfriend had hurt you. You wiped the blood off your cheek and walked out the lair, ignoring the fact that your body wanted to lay down and cry right then.
You dragged your aching body back to the home that you shared with Miguel, grabbing a first-aid kit and dressing the wound. Tears swelled in your eyes, how could the person who was supposed to protect you do this?
Your heart felt heavy, nothing made sense. You could feel your breathing speeding up. You looked around the room with panic, everything felt like it was moving. Your stomach felt queasy and you wanted to throw up.
You crawl your way onto the bed in an attempt to make yourself look smaller.“(n…..(..me)…(name)!” Your lovers voice snapped you out of your state. “Y…you hurt me.” You stare up at Miguel, tears in your eyes.
“I didn’t mean to (name), I’m sorry.” Your sadness and fear was suddenly replaced with anger. “You’re sorry? You slashed my fucking face Miguel! I have a scar now and all you say is you’re sorry?!” You shove Miguel away from you, anger in your eyes.
“I need time Miguel…give me some space.” You look away from him before standing. “(name) please..” Miguel pleads you, he watches as you pack a small bag. “I’ll be back when I’m ready.” You walk out the house, leaving Miguel on the floor alone.
This is gonna be my first writing on this app and my first smut in a while
Cis Females, MTF, and Minors DNI
Character - Gyomei
Warnings - Dub Con, Groping, Demon x Human,Bottom Male Reader, Bondage, Kidnapping, Out of Character
Gyomei walked through the forest, his senses on high alert. He gripped his beads and continued on a steady stride. “What poor souls had to endure this treacherous path..” He had tears streaming down his face. The tall male continued on a steady path, no demon had come across his senses yet.
However, he had spoken too soon. His body stood still as a demons terrible scent came across him. He followed the direction of the smell and came across what looked like, a praying demon?
From your point of view, the slayer had fallen right into your trap. You sat in front of a shrine on your knees, your hands in a praying symbol. “Buddah give me strength…keep me safe.” You utter, your head looking down.
You could hear the slayer coming closer to you, a smile crept upon your face. ‘Crunch!’ Your smile grew bigger. He had fallen into your trap. Gyomei stared up, tears falling down his face as he tampered with his beads. “You poor soul..” He spoke before jumping out the hole.
You, however, were prepared. With a rope in your hand, you ran around the tall male and tied him up. Regardless of his strength, this would’ve had him tangled for a while! Gyomei immediately went to break free, freezing as he felt a hand on his crotch.
“My my~” You spoke, a teasing tone could be heard. “This is quite the big package on you, demon slayer.”
Your little hands weaseled their ways inside his pants, a blush coming across his face. “Y-You!” More tears poured down his face. Gyomei felt flustered out of his mind as you took his dick out his pants.
“Mm and it’s heavy! You poor thing, must’ve been pent up for years.” You lick the underside of his cock as it lays on your face, weighing you down slightly. “But I suppose it matches you perfectly.”
Gyomei tugged at the ropes that held his body hostage, they felt less snug. Maybe this meant he did have a chance of breaking free?
You hadn’t noticed him tugged and began to take his cock into your mouth. Pre leaked down your throat, his cock twitching. You smirk before taking more into your mouth. From your vision, you thought you had taken the entire thing. You were wrong. With his enormous size, you had only taken 1/3 of it. Not even half!
You pull off his cock, teasing the tip with your hands. “So needy, aren’t you slayer?” You smile up at him, a frown almost instantly replacing it. Gyomei had broken free of the bonds, much too quick for your liking.
“Your soul is tainted..” Gyomei looked down as tears rushed down his face like a river. “You poor thing.” He grabbed your face, forcing your head down on his length. Your throat felt raw as his tip hit it repeatedly.
Gyomei groaned in relief as he used you, as if you were nothing but a fuck toy. He pulls your head off, you had tears in your eyes. “H-Hey!” You stutter. “This isn’t fair! This isn’t how I planned it, stop it!” You were quickly interrupted by the slayer picking you up and bending you over a nearby stump.
Your eyes widened in horror. Surely he wouldn’t try to fit that up your ass right? “Y-You wouldn’t..” Fear filled your body at the thought. “What’s fair is fair, your poor creature.” Gyomei pulled down your pants which were soaked with pre. He lined his cock up with your poor, virgin, asshole.
“I-I’ve never had anything up there, please!” Tears stream down your face as he pushed the thick length inside you. “An eye for an eye. Your kind has done much worse.” Gyomei landed a sharp hit on your vulnerable ass cheek.
You yelp in surprise, it stung like hell. Gyomei ignored your pain and began moving, a bulge already in your stomach. “I learned my lesson stop it!” You shout in pain as your body dragged slightly whenever he moved.
“This is your punishment, accept it or die.” Gyomei spokesman menacingly, tears still running down his face. His huge hands gripped your waist and began moving you like you were a fleshlight.
Somehow, within those short moments you had already felt fucked out. You stopped fighting the tall man and let him do as he pleased. As if he could sense it, Gyomei smile and pulled out of your destroyed hole. “Nooo!” You whine and look behind you.
“I want you inside me, forever.” You shout and look up at him with lust in your eyes. Gyomei pulls your pants up over your battered ass. “I think you’ll be of more use, elsewhere.” You yelp in surprise as Gyomei swings you over his shoulder.
His beads swung as you both walked through the quiet forest. “So, can I get fucked later?” A quick slap across the ass shut you up real quick.
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