warnings: smut, p in v, missonary (pos.), mating press (pos.), fingering, biting, slight bloodplay, petnames (darling, my love, love), not proof read
song: right here - chase atlantic
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it took time for adrian to allow himself to get intimate with you— he could love you but to let you touch him in such a way? for a good while he couldn't fathom it. but now the man couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't grinding up against you in the dead of night, fucking you slow yet filled with authority.
tonight; the feeling of alucard's cold hand kneading your breasts consumed you. breathy moans of his flowed from between his plump lips— you found yourself a beautiful man.
"look at me," he urged— his other hand had two slender fingers stuffed in your cunt. ".. yes, yes— you're so beautfiul, darling."
it was a habit you had come to notice; alucard only fucked you in ways that he could see your face. he would make sure you didn't hide from him, but also wasn't a fan of you on top of him. you knew why. and you didn't push it because you were happy he was comfortable enough to even be intimate you.
still— your sex life was quite vanilla, pleasurable, but vanilla.
"mm adrian.. fuck .." you whined and dug your nails into your thighs. the pace he had set for his fingers was torturous— only giving your clit little attention here or there.
"i need you prepare you, my love," alucard murmured; his eyes were glued your leaking cunt. your sticky arousal made his fingers and your folds glisten in the moonlight. ".. you can last, yes?"
you glanced at his hand that pawed at your chest— tugging and pinching your hardened nipple. the only reason alucard hadn't fully stripped you was because he found your nightgown cute; so the top was pulled below your breasts and the bottom was bunched up at your waist.
"adrian," you pouted— leaving scratches in your own skin as his fingertips brushed over your g-spot yet he refused to give your more than that. ".. please just fuck me.."
his cock twitched in his undergarments.
"patience, love—"
"— need your cock, adrian, please." you begged without a hint of shame which had your lovers cheeks flushed red.
"wait." he mumbled.
his cock was dripping pre-cum.
"baby please.."
and his temple throbbed from irritation.
"hush, darling." he groaned— feeling your cunt squeeze at his fingers. he knew you; that was purposful.
you whimpered, "need it s'bad, alucard.."
he slide his fingers from your wettness and before he could think laid a hefty slap on your pussy.
"shut," he held your jaw with his other hand. "up."
you stared at him wide eyes. that was new. you doubted it even registered to alucard what he had done to you. you needed to feed on it before he realized, and apologized, then swore to never do it again. because, god he was perfect— thick, blond locks framing his sharp face; anything that man did to you gave you pleasure.
"m'sorry, adrian," you grabbed his wrist and pulled his soaked fingers towards your lips. he stared; confused yet turned on— letting go of your jaw. ".. so so sorry." you pouted before you dragged your tongue up his fingers, tasting yourself, as you sucked and nibbled at his skin.
"just filthy," alucard murmured under his breath. "when did my darling girl get so damn filthy?"
he forced his fingers out of your mouth and pulled off his undergarments— revealing his hard cock that was just about as pretty as himself. a flushed tip and smooth, tan skin with a slight curve to it that always hit the right places— and a single vein that ran along the right side.
your mouth watered at the sight of it and you spread your legs further apart. alucard let out a shudder— your hole was grasping at nothing in anticipation for him.
"alucard.."
he slotted a velvety pillow underneath your hips before he took your legs and prepared to place them on his shoulders.
"hm?" he hummed.
"take your shirt off." you remind him— he was comfortable being bare in front of you now, but sometimes he would still forget out of habit.
"oh," he began. "right." alucard removed his large night shirt and tossed it to the floor. you wanted to kiss his scars like you would on the nights he didn't forget— they held weight but they somehow made him even more beautiful. with that he had your legs on his shoulders. his cock in hand as he slid it in between your slit and tapped the tip against your hard clit.
you clawed at the sheets while he guided the tip inside your cunt. his golden eyes were dead set on watching as your tight hole let his cock sink inside with ease— that was his entire focus, so much so that he almost missed you utter the words 'bite me, adrian'. almost.
he bottomed out inside you with a stutter in his hips.
"bite you?" adrian chewed on his bottom lips while he hovered over you— folding you in half. one of his hands was on either side of your head. "fuck I.. no."
he rocked his hips against your own— his thick cock had you full and stretched out with every thrust.
"p— please," you moaned softly. "no turning.. just bite me."
he shook his head and tore claw marks into pillow underneath your head with his sharpened nails. of course you asked him this while he buried deep in your addicting cunt— letting his cock be drenched in your arousal while being welcomed by your warm, wet walls.
"can't risk it, love," he grunted— a bead of sweat dripped from his nose. ".. just focus on my cock, yeah?"
you whined, "no no.. fuuck!" your body rippled every time the two of you made contact. a bump poked in your belly once he sunk back in— curse him and his skill.
"there you go, darling.. mm shit," alucard laid a kiss on your calve as he began grind himself against your clit here and there. "just let me fuck this cunt—"
"— mmm! f— fuck.. let me, adrian, 'wanna hold you." you pouted in a shakey tone.
he groaned, "hold me then, darling." alucard leaned down further— forcing himself deeper and making you tighter. you pressed gentle kisses on his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck— weaving your fingers through his silky hair.
alucard spoke breathlessly, ".. so pretty— don't need me to ruin this skin."
you nibbled at his jaw and mumbled, "holy— you could never ruin me, adrian."
he pounded into you quickly— heavy pants fell from his lips with every movement. you admired his flushed face as you let yourself claw into his back. the castle was huge; no matter who inhabited it the two of you could do whatever you pleased and not a rumor would spread. so the echoing sound of wettness, the countless creaks, and back to back bangs of the bedframe against the wall came without worry.
which also meant you two could be loud, and adrian sounded like heaven.
"harder— alucard harder!" you pleaded and he furrowed his brows; biting his bottom lip. the tip of his cock pressed hard against your cervix— his thrusts slowed but the power he had behind him had you gasping and leaving scratches on alucards muscular back.
your cunt grew wetter by the second and you noticed the untouched, smooth skin of his neck. he isnt going to bite me, you thought. has he ever been bitten?
you drug your tongue along the cold skin of his neck and alucard shivered. but that wasn't what you noticed in your clouded mind, what you noticed was the whimper that he choked back. your lips curled into a grin before you sunk your teeth into his neck— you could feel the stutter of his hips and his cock throb inside you.
adrian whined— your name flowed from his pink lips. "why—" you pulled back and pressed a kiss to that spot before biting at his shoulder. "—oh god.."
he sucked in a sharp breath, and your eyes flickered to the back of your head as his strokes grew faster and unthoughtout. you gasped and let your head fall back into the pillows— brows scrunched as you reached down and rubbed at your clit.
"yes! yes... y— yes adrian!" you sobbed; thighs shaking at the rapid tightness building up in your core.
alucard stared at you; he was going to cum soon.. he could feel it. and look at you. perfect— the sheen of sweat that covered your skin, your wet and pouty lips, and glistening pussy so easily taking in his cock. you bit him— twice.
and he liked it; but his mouth watered at the sight of your exposed neck.
adrian couldn't.
but alucard yearned for it.
the clear, soft, plump skin... he didn't have to puncture it. alucard leaned in close. if he made you bleed he didn't know what would happen next. so just a nibble— a small poke of his fangs. his teeth connected with your skin.
you let out a giggle and moaned softly— pushing his head further with your free hand. he bite harder. not enough to puncture your skin but it was enough to feel the sting.
alucard eyes widened and his thrusts grew animalistic. your eyes squeezed shut and you gave up on your clit— grabbing his forearm with your sticky hand.
"m'gonna cum, adrian— please!" you whimpered.
"where.. where do you want me?" he groaned softly against your skin.
"in.. inside.." you shivered.
with one hard thrust adrian sunk his teeth into your shoulder just enough that his fangs made two pebbles of blood. your cunt convulsed around his cock as you creamed around him and he buried himself deep inside you. hot ropes of cum shot inside of you— and adrian thrusted weakly in a fit of muffled whimpers at the taste of your blood.
"shhh.. shh." you kissed alucards forehead before he quickly pulled away. digusting at himself for hurting you, but in love with your taste.
"i'm sorry—"
"—m'okay, adrian," you smiled. ".. i liked it.. did you like it?"
alucard stared and panted for a moment before he finally cracked a small smile.
"oh darling," adrian laid down on your chest and sighed. ".. i unfortunately loved it."
warnings: smut, pnv, cowgirl (pos.), choking my man w his tie, dirty talk, pet names (baby, love, papa)
song: hotel - montell fish
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the hotel room was lit a dim orange— the sound of the low hum of the television and light tap of raindrops on glass was the perfect atmosphere for the halloween eve. exceptional even. his name? kento— that's what he told you anyway. you two barely spoke at the bar; him because his thoughts seemed to be beyond you and yourself because all you could care to noticed were those hands.
those were hands of a working man— calloused and rough. yet at the bar he handled his shot glass with care; he handled you with care.
"oh fuck," he hissed— those hands dug into your hips. ".. just like that."
you chewed on your bottom lip— his chest and neck were covered in your red lipstick stains. dressed up a bit too early, no? is what he asked you at the bar after you sat beside him. you couldn't help but roll your eyes then; a cheap catwoman— you like?
"shh," you grinded your hips on his pelvis— his happy trail tickled at your puffy clit. ".. let me take care of you, kento."
i wouldn't call it cheap— more like casual.
your black nails clawed at his chest as you raised your hips— your creamy arousal dripped down his cock. your brows furrowed once you took him in deep again; he was unnecessarily big.
kento panted heavily; his styled blond hair had strands loosely fallen down his forehead. seemingly stuck due to sweat. orange was definitely your color— god, if you showed up to the bar as a pumpkin you would've been the sexist pumpkin around. the man was entranced by you— by the way you rolled your hips along his length, how you carried yourself, that goddamn body.
"look at you," he breathed— his hands rand up your waist and you shivered. his large arm wrapped you and pulled you closer while his other hand groped your breast. "hit the jackpot tonight, huh? so fucking sexy," his slender brown eyes fell to your split pussy; just a sticky mess as you took him in. ".. you're takin' such good care of this dick, baby."
you arched your back and let small whimpers fall from your lips— your clit ached for attention and you found yourself practically humping the man below your for friction. "oh god.. oh my god," you moaned under your breath— eyes flickering to the back of your head.
kentos cheeks were flushed a soft, cherry red as he darted his tongue over his lips. your thighs trembled with every wet tap of your ass against his muscular thighs. you wanted to care for him and you were, you most definitely were, but kento was a working man. just a man. and as a man, he wanted to ruin you.
he wanted to fuck as deep as he could into your tight cunt. kento rarely hooked up and messy sex felt especially gross to him when it was a hook up, but you? he wanted his lower half to be covered in your arousal and cream— he could still taste you from earlier affiars. and to fill that pussy up? what a dream that would be.
"mm papa— you love this pussy, hm? f— fuck.." you shuddered with an airy giggle and your movements slowed.
kento brought down the arm he had wrapped around you and gave your ass a smack with at large, rough hand. you whimpered before you grinned down at him— watching as he clenched his jaw.
"don't you dare slow down." he grunted as he gave your ass a squeeze.
"f—fuck m'sorry, kento," you whined and threw your head back— tiny moans fell from your lips as you began to bounce on his dick. "mm— yes.. oh fuck yes!"
he gripped the fat of your ass before he wrapoed his lips around your hard nipple. he swirled his tongue around the pebbled skin— trying his hardest to not fuck up into your warm cunt himself. his bulbous tip poked underneath your skin everytime you sunk back down on his cock. you could only imagine how he would feel raw— every vein that protruded underneath the tan skin of his cock.
your breaths grew uneven; your chest was tight. that gummy spot within your cunt was being attacked relentlessly to point where your tummy felt stuffed with butterflies.
"keep fucking me, baby," kento groaned as he sloppily kissed in between your tits. ".. good fucking girl— you want'ta cum?"
you nodded deliriously as you dragged your fingertips down his abs— you could compare the feeling to a smooth brick wall. and your ass? well, you could still feel the sting from when he gave it (what you presumed) was a rather easy smack on his part.
"kento! papa," you panted as you slipped one hand between your thighs and began to rub quick circles over your clit. ".. g'na cum soon— feels too good.."
you bounced sloppily on his cock— squeezing your eyes shut to avoid the tears of pleasure threatening to spill on your cheeks.
"no no," he moaned softly. "look at me, baby, c'mon.."
you weren't focused on his words, only on reaching your forthcoming orgasm. kento was a working man, and as a man, he didn't like that. he yanked back his hips before he jolted his hips upwards— his cock poked deeper than you ever thought it would.
your toes curled as you rubbed at your clit even faster— splattering your wettness all over your thighs. your heart pounded in your chest while kento continued to pound into your spasming cunt. kento was a working man after all, and he was going to fuck you like a man should.
"kentooo!" you squealed as his hands then gripped your hips once more— bouncing you up and down on his throbbing length. tears fluttered down your cheeks— trails of black following as your masacara began to go with the salty streams.
"m'right here," kento groaned as he sat up on his elbows. his biceps were flexed everytime he lifted you up— the veins in his arms had drool threatening to fall from your plump lips. ".. keep feeling good— you're okay, love.."
you eyed the only piece of clothing kento still wore— that ugly tie. you dispised the damn thing since the moment you laid eyes on it but his dick distracted you enough from it. until now. you wrapped the fabric around your fist with your free hand and tugged at it. kento let out a gasp as he found him face closer to yours— the tie digging into the marked up skin of his neck.
the lack of airflow.. he liked it?
"g'na cum! g'na cum, papaa!"
again; you tugged at his tie again which made it hug his skin even tighter.
"f— fuck do that again.. 'nd cum, baby," he stammered— his eyes were glued to your face. he adored how your face began to contort with the immense pleasure. "dammit please cum f'me.."
your hips jolted and shook as you let his name fall from your lips with a whine— your messy cunt squeezed and contracted around his dick as you coated him in a ring of white.
"s'too much— oh fuck.. s'good, ken.." you whimpered as you pulled at his tie once more; this time pressing your lips against his own. he kissed you back with a low moan— your wet and swelled lips sloppily brushed over one anothers. his tongue practically feaning for a taste.
had the two of you even truly kissed that night?
kento's cock twitched inside of you and with one last roll of your hips you had him emptying spurts of his cum into the condom. he thrusted into slow after that— trying to get you both down from your highs.
he pulled back from the kiss as your grip on his tie loosened, and you laid on his chest— inhaling his scent. sex, sweat, and vanilla oak. just that of a working man.
"are you alright?" he asked while he petted your hair.
"mhm.." you reached for your phone on the beside table, and kento grabbed it for you.
"here—"
"— no wait," you sighed and slid off if his softening cock slowly. "give me your number first— this was fun."
kento thought it over before he began to type away at your screen.
"you have business in shibuya tomorrow, right?" you asked as you took your spot next to him on the bed.
"so you do listen," he joked as he handed you back you phone and began to clean himself up— preparing to leave.
"I should go search for you, no?" you suggested teasingly— searching for his contact while he dressed himself.
"don't," he spoke sternly. ".. not tomorrow— just don't go to shibuya."
you raised a brow but ultimately shrugged once you found his contact— he put himself in the 'n' section.
so that was his last name.
"mm fine.. since you said so— hope everything goes well tomorrow," you gigged as he adjusted his tie. and you changed his contact to 'papa<3' instead of something so formal— you liked it better. ".. you have a good night, nanami."
he paused— the rain had stopped by now but the television still played. orange was your color and tonight the city was covered in it; he wasn't going to see you for a while.. he knew that much.
"get dressed— i'll be down in my car,"
kento told you as he checked the time on his watch— he could spare a few to see you draped in those orange city lights.
FRESHLY MANICURED NAILS clawed at the wrinkled pink sheets of your bed. your tangled, newly installed weave was sprawled across your many plump pillows. you were practically folded in half— ankles dangled by your ears and your body felt sticky with sweat and cum.
"take it, baby— give me another one 'n cum on this dick.."
his words went through one ear and out the other while he pounded his cock in your tight pussy. your toes curled at the feeling of overstimulation flowing through your veins— watering eyes flickering to the back of your head. you moaned softly and tears fluttered down your hot cheeks. everytime his wet cock split apart your creamy folds; you squealed— biting don hard on your bottom lip. the wet ripples of your skin with every slap of his hips against yourself filled the room.
"s— stop," you sobbed and hiccuped on moans as his thumb raked circles over your swollen clit. ".. 'can't cum no more! stop p— please!"
"yes you can— now shut the fuck up 'n take it, pretty." he grunted— harsh breaths left his red lips.
you furrowed your brows and glanced down. your tits bounced on par with each of his thrusts and your tummy jiggled— his pace was unforgiving. the pads of his rough fingers rubbed the sensitive bud which made little whimpers flow from your sore throat.
"no! no! i— i'm.." you jerked your hips back— the feeling was overwheming.
he pressed his body closer to your own— your arousal coated his dick with ever every thrust. a creamy, white ring formed around the base— his cum from previous rounds smeared on your inner thighs and leaked from your hole.
"ya wanted this— walked around like a slut in public just beggin' to get fucked," he raised his slightly hand and slapped your clit. "now you got my dick but y're still complainin.."
you whined, "I— I'm not! baby please..!"
"baby please," he mocked— a wide grin spreading across his face. ".. now make me cum— it's all yours, mama."
CHARACTERS - TOJI, SUKUNA, todo, reiner, CONNIE, eren, MIGUEL O'HARA, draken, HANMA, TAIJU, sanemi, AOMINE
SUMMARY: i got a white boy on my roster.. he be feedin me pasta & losbter
WARNINGS: leon!kennedy x black!reader, smut, fem!bodied reader, f/m, unprotected sex, a lil cum eating, dirty talk, doggy (pos.), rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, slapping (ass), lots of degradtion, some praise, situationship, petnames? (lots of 'slut', sweet thing, baby, officer), leon is a meanie but he whimpers, i imagined re4 (remake) leon for this but it can be which ever leon you want tbh
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the aroma of alfredo sauce from the styrafoam to-go boxes filled the motel room— you could see the piles of noodles in the back of the reflection from the mirror.
your face was pressed firm into a pillow while your running mascara dripped onto the cream colored covering.
"stay tonight," harsh breaths left the man above you. "need you all night long.."
you shivered— the harsh jolt of your hips everytime your bodies made contact on that sqeauky bed had you hiccuping on cries.
"hey," you gasped at how quickly your head was yanked up by your now messy hair. "we just started don't you go dumb on me now— talk to me.." the slight growl in slurred voice made you whimper.
your eyes dared to roll back in your head. ".. I'll stay— don't ever wanna go.." you pleaded— heavy pants left your swollen lips.
he chuckled, "god, y're such a slut." his hips tilted upwards at a slight angle— allowing his fat cock to sink further into pussy.
you stuttered on moans— legs trembling while your sticky arousal rolled down your thighs. you could barely breathe— your eyes stung with tears.
his thrusts were practically animalistic— not a sense of empathy or corcern for your wellbeing. sex was never this rough until you met him— you loved it, really loved it, you craved it even until you actually got it. until your muscles were tight and your legs were shaking to point the feeling in your toes had faded to numbness.
"leon.. l— leon," you reached back and pathetically pushed at his abdomen. "it hurts— can't breathe.." you babbled.
a sharp sting landed on your ass cheek making you whine and shake your head weakly.
"y're a fuckin' liar.." leon hissed— yanking your head back even rougher than before. he twirled your hair around his fist— the hair he paid for last time he got back. god, he spoiled you. he had better things— more important things to worry about than spoiling you and yet he still did it.
just for you.
"you said you 'don't ever want to go'— but y're trying to push me away? just the definition of a damn slut.." he mocked you— slapping your ass again and groaning softly at the ripple in your skin.
your brows knitted together as you dug your teeth deep into your bottom lip.
"you said it hurts right? what hurts?" leon questioned— his words were laced with painfully obvious fake sympothy.
his cock slipped almost completely out of your pussy before it sunk back in— the girth had you feeling like you were being stuffed full. your puffy pussy wrapped snug around his cock like a glove— a warm, wet, and tight ass glove that leon kennedy couldn't get enough of.
"y're too," you sniffled. "too deep 'n too big— it hurts.."
leon sighed, "poor baby," he sped up his movements earning a pathetic pornographic moan from your swollen lips. ".. you said you can't breathe? fuck, tell me— why can't you breathe?"
your nails sunk into his hard abs before leon grabbed your wrist— pinning it to your back which made you arch further.
"leon.." you mumbled.
"leon? so it's my fault again?" he scoffed.
you pouted, "y're too big— 'can feel it in my chest!"
"chest?"
"m— mhm.."
he grunted, "but you love it, yeah?" strands of his blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.
"I— I love you," you moaned. ".. 'love the way you fuck my pussy, lee.."
leon furrowed his brows at two things; the first was the sudden 'i love you' that left your lips and the second was the nickname you said 'lee'. he tried to believe it was because he had you drunk of his cock that you sputtered out those two phrases, but leon kennedy spent enough time with you in bed and out of it to know that you don't just say 'i love you' to anyone no matter how good you feel, and also you absolutely dispised nicknames.
"I know,"
he definitely did not know.
".. only a slut in love with me," leon groaned—chewing on his lip as sweat rolled down the bridge of his nose. ".. would take a fucking like this 'nd beg for more."
you whimpered loudly, "f— fuuuck!" your body shivered at the throbbing heat that pooled in your core.
the wet sound of his cock sinking back in your creamy folds was music to leon's ears. he looked of at the mirror and grinned before he yanked you by the hair to look as well.
"y're so pretty," he grunts— blue eyes hooded as he rolled his hips against you and dragged out his thrusts. ".. so pretty when you just moan and take it without being a bitch about it."
you whined at the tightness forming deep in your gut— eyes rolling back in your head.
"no," leon's thrusts become unapologetic once again— splitting you open with ease while his tip kisses your clit everytime. ".. y're going to watch yourself get fucked by me— gonna watch this slutty pussy of yours take my cock like a champ." he ordered and your lashes fluttered as you stared at the lewd sight through a blurry gaze.
"l— lee please," you cry out— clenching your fists. ".. oh god—"
he chuckled before a grunt left his lips when his cock slipped out of you mid thrust— it was wet and a ring of creamy white dripped around the base onto the sheets. he let go of your hair and you groaned in fustration and looked back over your shoulder, waiting for him to put it back in.
"leon c'mon.." you huff.
leon released the wrist he had pinned to your back and nodded down towards his twitching cock.
"I didn't say to stop lookin in the mirror," he scoffed. ".. fine, you want to be impatient? put it back in yourself."
you kept staring to see if he would let up but he was competely serious— his heavy hand landed on your ass again.
"make sure you watch yourself do it too, understand?"
you looked at yourself in the mirror on the wall and reached back behind yourself.
you clicked your tongue, "I understand, officer."
before leon could respond you wrapped your fist around his cock and pressed yourself against him. you mewled while you rubbed his tip over your wet, pillowly lips before you pushed it inside of your dripping hole— sinking the rest of his length in you until just his heavy balls were pressed firm against your pussy.
leon groaned, "there you go— not that hard right?"
you yanked your hips forward— slipping off of some of his dick, and then you let him slip back inside of you. leon moaned and glared at you in the mirror while your face contorted with pain and pleasure as you fucked yourself on his cock like he was some dildo.
"this is nice.. fuck.. that's my pretty slut," he stroked your back while you threw your ass back on his cock— moaning softly. ".. you like it like this? just using me?"
your cunt ached and you looked at leon in the mirror. ".. I can't reach deep enough, leon," you complain in a quiet, embarrassed whine. ".. need more of your dick.."
leon grinned, "so you need help?"
you nod shlyly.
"words?"
"I need help," you frown embarassedly. ".. officer."
you could see the slight shift in leon's expression when you called him that. the tight tug of his lips and the sharpened gaze of his blue eyes. his large hands gripped your hips and just from how hard he was holding you, you already knew his handprints would bruise your skin.
there was no warning— all you did was scream leon's name at the sudden change in pace.
you clawed at the messy sheets and let tears fall while the loud, agressive claps of your ass filled the room.
"damn y're tight.." he moaned— his skin finding yours so quickly there a slap every other second.
you clenched your teeth and resisted the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and let your pleasure take over. it didn't look like leon was watching you but you knew he was— another slip up and he'd be on your ass; no cumming for another hour at least and you couldn't handle that.
"ooh," you sobbed— eyes stinging with tears. ".. shit! shit! shit!"
"missed this pussy," leon babbled— whimpers flowing from his parted lips. "missed seein ya like this— missed fuckin ya like this. when it comes t'making it back home— knowin' you'd give it up t'me so easy s'one hell of a motivater.."
you sniffled, "m'close.. make me cum, lee.." your hand snaked in between your thighs and rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.
leon grunted, "don't ya worry— I make this pussy cream everytime I'm in it, don't I?" he hovered over (and close to) you— forcing himself deeper.
your gummy walls were squeezing him with no remorse— pussy spasming around his cock while your body shook uncontrollably.
the tightness in your belly relaxed— the pace of your finger tips quickening over your clit. ".. l— leon!" you cried out— your release rolling down his cock.
leon hivered and let his his head loll back in between his shoulders. "f— fuck that's it," his thrusts grew sloppy as your sticky cum smeared over his cock and dark brown happy trail that led down from his belly button. ".. o— oh my god.. oh my god that's a good little slut.." leon whined before he pulled out of you suddenly.
"on your knees— press those pretty tits together.." he panted heavily.
you quickly scrambled on your knees, cupping your tits and squishing them close together.
leon stared down at you with flushed cheeks— his fist dragging up and down his cock while you batted your lashes up at him. your hair was a tangled mess thanks to him, your eyes were puffy along with your lips thanks to him, cheeks stained with mascara tears thanks to him too, the bruises and kissmarks on your skin thanks to leon s. kennedy himself.
just the concept that he did that to you had leon gulping at the sight.
"f— fuck oh fuck," he whimpered— pre-cum rolling down from the red tip. ".. c'mon c'mon gonna cum all over those fuckin' tits. y're mine. y— y're my slutty girl who let's me fuck her pussy whenever I want, yeah?"
you nod with a lazy grin, "m'yours leon— this is only your slutty pussy.."
leon panted, "that's right.. oh fuck—" he stiffened up as ropes of his hot release landed on your tits while he fucked his fist— little whines leaving him as he came down from his high. his white cum was splattered across your brown skin— some of his already dripping down the curve of yout tits.
you coated your fingertips in his release before you popped them into your mouth— humming at his taste.
you giggled, "thank you, officer."
leon let go of his softening dick before he leaned down and kissed you— it was surprising gentle, his pink lips brushed over your lips before he slipped his tongue in the crevase of your mouth. his teeh tugged on your bottom lip while you ran your fingers through his blond hair.
"you're perfect," he repeated against your plump lips. ".. you're perfect, sweet thing.. fuckin' perfect."
leon s. kennedy was just like, if not worse than you, when it came to saying 'i love you'.
the man has had so much luck with women that it didn't feel all that lucky anymore. the words weren't really in his vocab at this point, but you didn't hate him for not saying the phrase back because you loved him.
though a close second to 'i love you' for leon kennedy was perfection— he never liked to throw that around willy-nilly either. so for now in this.. whatever it was between you two, that was your 'i love you too' and you were grateful to him that he felt close to same way you did.
"let's shower before the motel throws us out.." leon grumbled.
you smiled and kissed his nose, ".. one more time in the shower then, officer kennedy?"
"god," leon scoffed. ".. you're absolute perfection, baby."
being reiner braun meant hucking hay bales over your shoulder, petting and caring for your cattle, and going into town to sell your goods.
being reiner brauns spoiled little wife meant you never had to lift a finger— only coming home to your tired man who wanted nothing more than to bask in your sweet scent of lemons.
".. reiner," you had your arm hooked around his large bicep with a grin. ".. lemme take a ride on my baby, I bet my meringue misses me."
but that didn't mean you didn't want to lift a finger.
"ya don't have'ta, sweet thing," he glanced down at you through the shade of his cowboy hat. ".. yur a city girl at heart, don't gotta change nothin' f'me." he told you.
you pouted, "I'm aware.. you remind me all the time, but meringue is my horse— don't you remember our first ride together? you, me, meringue, and knight?"
reiner clicked his tongue, "'course I do, darlin'.. ya caught on so quickly it was like ya were a natural— I think I fell for ya then."
you unhooked your arm from his as you approached the white picket fence that connected to the stables. you could spot her from a mile away, with her pretty blonde main and brown fur that faded to white at the hooves. when you first met reiner through a family friend while you visited she immeaditely caught your eye— her mane reminded you of your blond lace front while her fur was the same shade of vrown as your skin.
"..c'mere," reiner whistled at meringue and smacked the fence as he leaned slightly over. you glanced over at him— his sleeves were rolled up on his arms, sweat beads rolling down his slightly tanned skin. ".. c'mere, meringue, mama wants ya!" he called out.
you smiled bashfully as meringue let out a sneeze and began to trot towards the fence.
"city girl or not this is my baby," you grinned as meringue stood before you and you petted her face. ".. hi pretty girl, did you miss me?"
meringue let out a grunt and you looked over at reiner who was just admiring you with a soft smile.
"what are you looking at, sir?" you teased.
he stood up straight and walk towards you, he was so tall— tall and bulky.
"my pretty lil wife, ma'am." reiner replied.
you rolled your eyes and reiner gave your ass a nice smack which earned a surprised squeal from your lips.
he had been holding back from doing that ever since he saw you come outside in those tiny jean shorts, that plaid crop top that showed off your diamond belly-button piercing and allowed your tits to spill— teasing the lace of your bra, and those brand new one inch heel cowboy boots.
"c'mon, mama," reiner leaned into your ear as meringue walked away in the other direction. your breath hitched as he pressed his crotch right up against your ass. ".. don't ya wanna go for a ride?"
being reiner brauns spoiled little wife also meant that for treating you so kindly, like the princess you are, he expects a little something in return whenever he gets hot and heavy after a hard days work.
"r— reiner! rei.. oh my goood.."
fresh out of the shower, reiner almost immeadiately had you sat on his lap— large, calloused hands clung to the fat of your hips while he pounded his fat cock into your pussy.
"yur so pretty, sweet thing," he groaned at the sight of your ass clap everytime his wet pelvis made contact with your skin. you clung at his muscular thighs while your tongue dared to stick out of your glossy lips. ".. ya can take this dick, can't ya? 'gonna let me take care of this sweet pussy?"
you dug your nails into his skin and moaned as one of his hands hooked around your waist and found your swollen clit while other squeezed on your breasts.
"c'mon fuck me back— ride my cock, yeah?" reiner panted, his lips grazing over the skin of your neck. he thrusted up into you while you attempted to grind on his dick, trying to play with yourself at the same time.
"feels s'good," you whimpered as his hot breath teased the crown of your ear. "..makin' this pussy feel so so good, daddy.."
he chuckled, cock fucking deeper into your belly— a slight bulge poking at your skin. your inner thighs were sticky and wet as your slick and his pre-cum smeared messily everytime you both make contact.
"how long we been married, darlin'?" he asked and you whimpered, the shimmer of his golden wedding band filled your vision.
".. d— daddy slow down," you mumbled, thigh muscles clenching as you began to try and match his thrusts. ".. ooh fuck— daddy! d— daddy! ..daddy!"
reiner huffed, ".. holy— take a breath.. 'nd answer me, mama.."
you gasped as reiner hooked his heavy arm under your thighs and yanked them up— practically folding you in half. you watched as his fat cock slipped out of your hole and you let out a whine before he used his freehand to guide it back into your sloppy cunt.
"we uhm," you arched your back against his chest as the curve of his cock brushed right against your g-spot. ".. r— right there! again please daddy.."
reiner groaned and raised his free hand— landing a slap over your swollen clit. you let out a yelp and clawed at his arm while your cunt squeezed tightly around him in response.
"lemme ask ya one mo' time," reiner leaned into your ear and hissed. ".. how long ya been my wife, mama?"
you felt your eyes sting with tears as his heavy hand smacked your stinging clit again, the cool metal of his wedding band adding some type of relief.
".. two," you whimpered softly— hot tears falling down your cheeks. "two years, rei.."
"mhm," he kissed at your salty tears. ".. I think it's 'bout time I made ya a real mama, ain't it?"
you sniffled, ".. 'nd make you a daddy, rei?"
reiner nodded, "yeah.. and make me a real daddy, sweet thing," he grabbed your hand and placed it over the spot in your belly where the tip of his cock poked at your skin. ".. oh fuck we'd make the prettiest lil babies, poundcake— so how 'bout it? ya gonna let daddy breed up this messy pussy?"
"yes," your toes curled at the thought of reiner emptying himself into you. you two had been careful since you met him— condom, birthcontrol, him coming outside, plan b's after almost everytime because better safe than sorry. "yes I wan' it— please breed this pussy daddy.. make me a mama please please.." you begged him.
reiner groaned and slid his freehand in between your legs to rub circles over your clit while he fuck up into you. your jaw fell agape as the only thought that filled your mind became reiner reiner reiner. your stomach churned and an immense amount of pressure filled your belly— something new, something foreign.
"daddy wait," you moaned softly, eyes rounded out as your legs began to tremble in reiners hold. ".. d— daddy somethin's not— it feels w— weird.."
"yur gonna cum, poundcake." he cooed in your ear.
"s'not that— feels like m'gonna," you let out a cry as reiner sped up his movements— every part of you wanted to run away from this feeling, the pressure was so uncomfortable. ".. oh fuck! daddy— daddy you gotta—"
you let out a shakey whimper and your toes curled as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. your eyes flickered in the back of head while you squirted all over reiners thighs and the bed sheets.
"and here I thought I married just a creamer," reiner scoffed and his tip teased at your cervix again— earning another stream of wetness which landed on your lower belly. ".. yur still not done, poundcake?"
your body slumped against reiner as he used both hands to spread your legs further apart— alowing him to sink deeper into your pussy. you were too focused on the feeling of yourself about to cum some more to be embarassed at how on display you were. pussy puffy and bruised— twitching everytime reiner sunk himself back in. the overstimulation had you unable to even form a coherent sentence.
".. fuck im 'bouta cum, mama," reiner moaned— his heavy balls slammed right against your ass. ".. ya still got more in there? go on 'nd finish up f'me then daddy will fill this tight pussy, alright?"
you slipped your hand in between your legs and flicked at your clit, shuddering, "o— oh my.."
the last of your release streamed from your pussy and onto the sheets— your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
reiner sloppily kissed your jaw and stammered, "fuck fuck.. ya done now, mama?"
you nodded shakily, "yes daddy.. please cum in me please.."
he groaned, "alright alright— daddy's got you, sweet thing."
you let out a low moan as reiner buried his face in your shoulder— whimpering into your sweaty skin. the veins in his fat cock pulsed while his balls tightened, and he pressed your body right up against his own— muscles tightening at the feeling of his cum shoot into your warm, tight pussy.
"take it all, mama," he moaned, stubble tickling your neck as he lifted his face from your shoulder. ".. take all of daddy's babies."
being reiner braun's spoiled little wife meant that finally, after getting manhandled and fucked dumb, he would treat you with most care and love he could— making sure you were doing just fine because you deserved it after making him feel so good.
you shivered as reiner let your weak legs go, and he left soft kisses on your upper back. you tried to recollect your thoughts with his softening cock inside of you.
".. I made such a mess." was the first thing you managed to mumble.
reiner sighed, "it's fine, poundcake.. I'll start a bath f'ya and clean up."
you glanced up at him and pouted, "stay with me, reiner."
he let out a small groan, "fine.. we'll bathe together— just let me get the bath started."
you reluctantly nodded and his cock slowly slid out of you. you gasped at the feeling of his cum begin to leak out of your fucked-out hole.
"that ain't good," he chuckled, thin eyebrows risen at the sight. "let's see.."
reiner scooped up what had leaked out of his cum and stuffed it back into you with his thick fingers. you let out a surprised squeak and playfully smacked his arm.
"keep them thighs closed, sweet thing," reiner layed you on the bed and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips once he got up. "and if any of it comes out you push it back in, understand?"
"yes daddy.." you teased.
"ya say that again, poundcake, and I'll right back inside that pussy before ya can blink." he warned you.
you giggled and rested your head on the pile of pillows. reiner stared at you for a moment with hooded eyes before he scratched the side of his head.
"I love you, darlin'.." reiner told you in a shy tone.
you smiled sweetly at your husband, "I love you too, reiner."
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!!!THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS!!! I DISSAPEAR SO MUCH SO I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GUYS DEAL WITH ME LMAO
SUMMARY: you guys heard me loud and clear so here's part two of '8ft blue dilf fucks you like he's young again'
WARNINGS: smut, size kink, avatar/na'vi!jake, dilf!jake, fem!bodied reader, omaticaya!reader, creampie, unprotected, breeding kink, praise, degradtion, manhandling, overstimulation, whole makeout session, mating press (pos.), missionary (pos.), pet names (baby, whore just a lil bit, ...babygirl)
PART ONE
your mind was nothing but fog at this point— you could hear your own heartbeat due to almost every other sound being muted.
your blurred eyes stared at the now slightly open entrance to the hut— jake had covered it after who knows how long.
you could see, just barely see, shadows of other na'vi scurrying quickly past the hut. you knew they heard you two— but your brain was too fucked out to care. it's not like jake gave a damn either— who was bold enough to tell the olo'eykan to keep it down when it came to pleasuring his mate?
"s'too much— s'too much, ma jake.."
you left a soft kiss on his arm— that was wrapped around you. the mucles flexed as he held you close him— you back pressed firmly against his chest.
"you pass out— then we're done," he grunted, hips snapping into your ass while he cock continued to numb your velvety walls. ".. just let me fuck my girl to sleep and I'll stop."
"the k— kids," you reminded him, mind only focused on his cock but your motherly ways still found a way to stay a float through it all. ".. what if—"
"— shh.. I'm giving you another one right now— the hell," jake groaned in fustration at the feeling of his cock slipping out of your folds. his grip on you loosened and you gasped as he laid you on your back— his body now nestled in between your open thighs. ".. what is this— the third time?"
you whimpered, "ma jake.."
he rubbed the tip of his cock over your cunt— it was glistening with your wetness and his cum. even as you laid before him— just a few seconds without his cock stuffing your hold dribbles of his cum from previous rounds rolled down your ass on onto the mat where you both slept.
"don't look at me like that," jake clicked his tongue at the sight of your puffy eyes that were filled with another round of tears, and your swollen lips that were stuck in a pout. "you tryin to make me feel bad? you asked for this— been doing so good too— takin' this dick with a smile. what happened, babygirl?"
he pushed himself back inside of you with ease and you whined— your mouth forming an 'o' shape.
"I dunno," you sniffled, legs shaking as the heat and pressure in between your thighs grew unbearable. "I dunno just please— please move.."
"now you want me to move? after making that sad face— what are you? an actor now," jake thrusted into you quickly— cock drilling into your gaping pussy like he hadn't been doing this for hours already. ".. I saw the way your hole was grasping at straws when I wasn't inside of you— so desperate for a good dickin' down.."
jake gripped your thighs and let your legs rest on his shoulders— almost folding you in half to reach even deeper (like it was possible at that point).
"ma j— jake," you sobbed— eyes hooded as you stared at his wet abdomen. it continously slammed into your sensitive clit— giving it the attention it was craving. ".. s'deep— you are so deep.."
"..fuck— give me one more," he bit down on his bottom lip— eyes only focused on your expression. "cum one more time f'me.. just one more and black out— then I'm done, yeah?"
you traced your finger tips down jakes chest while his brows furrowed. his tongue swiped over his lips— sweat dripped off of the tip of his flat nose.
his hips rolled against your skin— thigh muscles sore from all the positions he had you in. your golden eyes flickered back in your head— soft, broken moans floating from your throat as his cock fucked into that gummy spot in your walls.
".. r— right there!" you begged, nails sinking into his skin with a hiss.
"damn," he hissed, the fat tip slamming harder into your g-spot. "right there, baby?"
"yes.. yes.. oh great mother," you shivered as jakes rough hand traced over your belly— stopping to feel the slight buldge in your skin when he hit that certain spot. "please— ma jake, kiss me please.."
"kiss you," he scoffed. "what whore gets a kiss? fuck— well, the kinda kiss you're thinkin' of.."
you felt tears fall down your cheeks and you pouted, "but.."
he frowned and his hand left your stomach, now gripping your jaw, "but?"
"tsaheylu," you reminded him with a whimper. "we committed tsaheylu.."
jake glanced at your connected queue's before he looked back at you— your body jolting upward slightly with each snap of his hips. a long, shakey sigh left his lips as your deep emotions for a kiss coursed throughout every neuron in his brain.
"you want it that bad, huh?" he chuckled.
you nodded with a sniffles, "yes.. kiss me please.."
jake pressed his forehead against yours before his lips found your own. you clawed at his chest— moaning desperately into jakes mouth. his tongue swipped over your lips before venturing into your mouth, meeting your own. the kiss was so tender— after each drawback for a short breath of air jake kissed the corners of your mouth before diving back in. he was sort of shocked he went that long without genuinely kissing you— he didn't want to separate, only doing so, so that you could breathe.
"you're so pretty, baby," he mumbled, breathing harshly through his nose. "so damn perfect.."
you asked to be used— to be treated as a play-thing and you both were enjoying the hell out of it, shit— jake was still fucking you like a slut while kissing you like he hadn't kissed you in years, but he could only go so long without a bit of praise for you.
I mean, back when you both were young, he wasn't an asshole when you two had sex— just very, very rough.
"ma jake.. fuck— jake.." you hiccuped on whines, pulling back for air.
"you're already doing that, pretty thing." jake teased— hooded eyes only staring at your wet lips.
tears clung to your lashes as you murmured, "you— you are pretty.. ma jake, you are so pretty.."
"don't steal my compliments," he rolled his eyes before he kissed your jaw. "also I'm not pretty— I fucked you that dumb..?"
he pulled back, hovering over you while you tried form a sentence, honestly, just anything slightly coherent.
"you are pretty," you repeated— hands shakily grazing jakes stomach. you traced your thumb over his two beauty marks and glanced up at him. "these are pretty.."
jake clicked his tongue, "don't say shit like that," he snuck his hand in betwen your thigh and rubbed dramatic circles on your clit with his thumb. "and give me that look.."
you gasped, your tongue on the verge of loling out of your mouth. jake's deep blue cheeks were flushed darker— a slight gulp leaving him as your deadly doe eyes grew wide.
"I can feel you clampin' down on me, babygirl," he groaned— cock twitching in the warmth and tightness of your walls. "fuck— you're tight.. you gonna cum?"
his dick poked at your belly more and more, and it was a sight. you knew he was deep but actually seeing the tip of his cock make your belly buldge made you somewhat embarassed.
"jake— 'can't do it!" you cried out.
"answer the question.." he grunted.
your toes curled— your dazed gaze meeting jakes as the knot in your stomach grew painfully tight. your breaths were uneven and your ears perked up at the lewd nouses that came from below— each wet slap and airy thrust.
you whimpered, "y— yes! m'gonna cum— yes!"
jakes let his hand slide to your belly, and he lifted his hips, heavy balls now slapping against your clit everytime he sunk back inside you.
"give me one more, babygirl," he rested his forehead against yours once again as he pressed down on your stomach (the spot where he would hit). "and I'll.. give you one more.."
your thighs pressed against your breasts and that did it for you. the pressure was too much to the point where you couldn't speak— cumming was all you could think about.
a broken sob escaped your throat— your entire body shook (legs shaking the most), the intensity of your orgasm made your eyes roll back in your head.
jake moaned, "holy fuck, baby—"
you creamed around his cock and jake could only get a few more thrusts in before your overstimulation became too much for him to handle. his jaw hung agape while a mixture of curse words and whimpers filled the air.
you panted heavily while his cum stuffed you full for the however many time.
you whined as jake lifted himself up and let your weak legs fall to his sides. he held your hand and kissed each of your knuckles gently.
"I'm right here," he huffed. "..fuck, you did so good, babygirl— I love you so much," jake could see you were barely clinging onto consiousness and he chuckled, "I'll clean you up— rest for me.."
you shivered as he pulled out his softened cock and separated your queues, giving your forehead a gentle kiss before your heavy eyelids fluttered shut.
"and there she goes.." he sighed.
jake resisted the urge to just collaspe beside you and take you in his arms— the kids would be returning home soon (it was almost Eclipse).
he wiped you down the best he could and tried not to wake you while he dressed you up again. he put your loincloth on first— not wanting all his hardwork to just spill out like that. he then threw a thin blanket over you— even though na'vi didn't use them he didn't want the kids seeing you covered in his kiss marks and bruises until they faded a little.
jake then fixed himself up, jumping a bit as three rowdy kids (not even in double digits) stormed into the hut like they owned the place. all of them calling for you— of course.
"mama guess what!"
"mama I didn't do it—"
"mama m'hungry!"
"shh," jake placed his finger over his lips and nodded towards your sleeping frame. "mama's asleep.. she's— she's not feeling well, so," he stroked his daughters bangs and suggested in a soft tone. "how about you go eat dinner with grandma and stay for a little bit. tell her daddy sent you, alright..?"
the three children blinked slowly before they gave jake a quick nod and left just as quickly as they busted in.
"it's fine.." jake sighed and laid down next to you, pulling you in close.
your head rested against his chest as he stroked your hair while he stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes.
"..four will be fine."
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you pouted and continued to kiss on jakes neck, leaving dark blue and purple kiss marks on his stripped skin.
"you're always so busy, ma jake," you whined. "..we never get time to ourselves."
jake clicked his tongue, glancing over at you with a scoff, "we get plenty of time to ourselves, baby. it's just under the wrong circumstances because the kids are never in the village— and when they're not here they're doing shit they shouldn't be."
you caressed his shoulders and nipped at his ear while he sharpened his knife for a later hunt.
"you used to be such a animal when were young," you whispered as you laid a kiss on the crown of his pointy ear. ".. 'used to leave me crying, begging for more— that is how we ended up with so many children."
you gave jake's shoulders one last rub before you stood up— you weren't going to pester him. you understood he had responsibilites as olo'teykan just as you had your own responsibilites.
"used to?" he murmured— his voice was quite harsh, but it sounded more of disbelief.
you tilted your head to side, not hearing what he had said.
jake set his knife of the ground and slowly stood up, his eyebrows furrowed as he turned around to face you.
"so you're sayin'... i don't fuck you like that anymore?"
your fangs sunk into your bottom lip as he walked towards you— his golden eyes sharp and his strong jaw clenched.
"jake.." you mumbled breathlessly. your eyes flickering between him and the open entrance to your hut. anyone could walk by and see.
his large hand gripped your jaw— forcing your cheeks together as he made you stare right at him.
"i don't make you feel good anymore?"
you placed your hands on his chest, feeling up his broad pecs.
"no no no you make me feel good," you hummed. "you make me feel so good.. I just—"
jake released your face from his grip and a grin spread across his lips, "I get it now.."
you looked him up and down, even though you both were so tall he seemed to tower over you, "you do?"
he nodded and said simply, "my pretty thing just wants to get fucked like a whore again."
you felt your cheeks grow warm at the vulgerness of his words. a whore. back when you were young, jake explained the meaning to you after letting it slip.
he swiftly cupped your ass which made you whimper before he set you flat on his table. it was covered in radios, monitors, maps— shit he made sure the kids never touched. yet right now, he didn't care that they were being knocked to the floor by your whoosing tail.
"spread your legs," jake pressed his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes— waiting until you did what was told. "don't be like that— you like don't being called a whore, babygirl?"
you looked away, licking your lips.
"it's okay," he kissed your forehead, his rough palms massaging your thighs. "just spread your legs for me.. I guess I won't call you that anymore."
"no.. no ma jake," you let your legs spread and held his face. he chuckled at your desperation to be degraded by him— most would beg for praise. "I want you to use me— like you used to. pretend that right now we're not husband and wife, we are not mates— just here to feel good." you explained quickly— ashamed at how badly you wanted him to revert from his husband like ways back to teen who would fuck you anywhere that he could. leave you shaking and gasping for air— that had you clinging onto anything for stability because his thrusts were so powerful.
"now what do you say?"
you begged, "please.."
he grinned and shoved his pelvis in between your spread legs, pressing his thin lips against your plump ones. you gasped as his teeth tugged on your swollen bottom lip— hot tongue finding your own as you tugged on his locs.
jake groaned as he rolled his hips against you— his covered erection rubbed roughly against your clothed cunt.
"jake," you rasped, your cunt drooling at the intense friction. "oh my— oh great mother—"
he pulled back, still humping you while you let you head fall back between your shoulders.
"holy shit you're drenched, baby." he chuckled, feeling your slick seep into his own loincloth.
you felt embarassed at the sound of your sticky loincloth being rutted against— it made you slightly ashamed that you were so wet so easily— that your slick was escaping onto your inner thighs.
"take it off," you pleaded, jake's buldge pressing right up against your avoided clit. "oh fuck—"
jake covered your mouth and squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed his large buldge over your clit again. you moaned into his palm, clawing at his scalp while he let out a sigh.
"feels good huh," he grunted, your muffled whines caused his ears to twitch upwards. ".. I don't about you but i'm lovin' this, pretty girl."
"jwake..jwake plwease.." your attention focused on his hand, clawing at it while you moaned.
"one sec," he kissed your nose. "don't you dare cum either."
jake huffed, "listen to that," he rubbed himself against you slowly— not making a sound. your legs trembled at how agonizingly slow he was going. and the only thing that could be heard was the wet squelch your pussy made. ".. so damn wet 'nd I haven't even stripped you yet, baby. you really are a whore."
jake pulled his hand away and you gasped— lips wet and shimmering with spit. heavy pants left your mouth as he backed away his buldge. jake then gripped the waistband of your loin-cloth and pulled it down until you were able to kick it off onto the floor.
"ma jake, I need you.." you whimpered, bucking your hips toward him.
"i know, babygirl," he rubbed his long fingers over your slit, gathering your slick while he admired your glistening cunt. ".. I know ya do."
he kissed your temple and spread apart your folds before he sunk two fingers into your cunt. you sucked him in easy, but clenched tightly around them.
"jake," you whined, legs locked around his mid-back so that the harsh thrusts of his fingers could reach deeper. "ma jake— fuck! j— jake.."
"shh," he murmured, his thumb working your clit while his two fingers curled and stroked your warm insides. your arousal gushing out onto his hand while you reached for his broad shoulders— deperate for stability. "relax, pretty thing— relax."
your eyes widdened as his fingertips curled and pressed firmly against that gummy spot in your walls. a string of moans fell from your swollen lips as jake attacked your g-spot with a semi-unreadable expression. 'semi' because you could see how much lust was growing inside of him just be looking into his eyes— eyelids hooded but his pupils dialated.
"..m—more! please.. 'need more." your eyelashes fluttered, teardrops rolling down your hot cheeks.
"you want another finger, baby?"
you nodded quickly, "please ma jake." his fangs tugged on his bottom lip at how eager you were.
jake pulled his two fingers out and pushed back in with a third. your pussy twitched at the feeling, your jaw hanging as a loud moan left you. jake glared up at you, not slowing his pace one bit which already had your legs shaking.
"they're gonna hear you." he cooed.
you stared up at the ceiling of the hut, a slight grin forming at the corners of your open mouth.
"feels s'good," you sobbed. "i don't care— don't care.. just lemme cum, ma jake— gotta cum.. don't care!"
his eyebrows rose at your words and his cock was so hard in the restraints of his loincloth that it was beginning to become painful.
so this is what you meant.
now he truly understood your want for him to fuck you like he used to. no lovey dovey shit because, fuck, he missed when you acted like this. to him you still looked like the eighteen year old he met all those years ago even though you disagreed at times— but now when you made that face, said those things, all he could see was that version yourself— that you both left behind when more and more kids started coming around.
he chuckled, "my perfect lil whore," his lips sloppily kissed, sucked, and nibbled at your neck. "you're mine, baby— you and this messy lil cunt."
his fingers were knuckle deep and every thrust felt so fast that everytime they sunk back inside, it felt like his palm was slapping your cunt, which was now stinging and sore.
"m'gonna cum.. please let me cum.." you cried out and dug your nails into his his skin, chest heaving rapidly.
"say it." he groaned, gulping at your now bright and bruised pussy.
"jake please.." you whimpered, thigh muscles tensing as your orgasm built up deep in your abdomen.
"thats not it," his movements growing harsher. "fucking say it."
your eyes flickered back in your head as you whimpered, "m'yours, ma jake!"
"and?"
"me.. an— and my cunt are yours forever— only yours.." you sniffled.
"that's right," he pressed his forehead against your once again and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "go on, cum on my fingers babygirl."
your toes curled and stomach churned as you the thin thread that was holding your composure together snapped— a silent scream was all you could muster as you gushed around his fingers, a stream of your release splashing against your lower stomach, jake's forearm, and his stomach.
"look at you," jake hummed, his eyes wide at the sight while your mind faught between embarassment and pleasure. "such a pretty sight— should've been recording."
you gasped and hit his chest as he pulled out his soaked fingers.
".. w— we," you could barely form a sentence. "do not record such.. such intimate things on that— that—"
"— the camera?" he finished with a chuckle.
"yes.. the camera," you mumbled with a pout. "that is a sky-people thing."
"I know.. I know I'm just teasing," he sucked on his wet fingers and hummed pleasantly. your cheeks grew warm at the sight. "fuck, I wouldn't want to risk other guys seeing you like that— only I can see you in that way." jake muttered, his eyes focused on your lips.
".. fuck, I guess i'm going with pussy." jake shook his head and slid down his loincloth, letting his thick cock finally be free. the mushroom tip was fading from blue to a cotton-candy pink as pre-cum dripped from the slit. a vien ran down the left side and splotches of starry freckles covered the base.
"hm?" you questioned, dragging your finger-tips down his hardened cock as he leaned over you.
"I was deciding whether I was going to fuck your face," he kissed your lips softly. "or fuck your pussy— pussy won."
jake rubbed his cock over your slit, trying to coat it in your wettness.
"ma jake.." you whispered breathless.
he paused, staring deeply into your eyes.
"get up," he ordered. "get up and bend over the table."
you frowned at jake and he took a step back, (your legs falling back to the floor) giving you room to do what he asked. you reluctantly scooted off of the table and jake rolled his eyes, picking you up and flipping you over himself.
he pressed his hand into your back, forcing your stomach onto the table and your back into an arch.
your tail whipped around, expressing your excitement or nervousness— you didn't know anymore.
jake tugged on it playfully and you squealed— whipping your head back to look at him. he let it go, now holding his dick and rubbing the tip over your slit. you bit down on your bottom lip and grinded yourself against him, trying to gain friction.
"don't," he tugged at your tail again then guided his fat cock into your weeping cunt. "..'you pull shit like that and I'll stop." he grunted.
you hid your face in the table and moaned, clawing at the wood as his cock sunk deeper and deeper inside of you until the slight upward curve allowed his tip to press firmly against your g-spot. your ears perked up at jake's breathy pants as his hands carressed your ass before they dug into your hips.
"oh fuck," jake mumbled, inhaling a sharp breath as he pulled back slowly before slamming back inside of your puffy pussy— earning a sob. ".. you really are wet, babygirl. warm 'nd wet.."
you whimpered as jake's nails peirced your skin, his cock drilled into you repeatedly. your legs were already weak from earlier and right now they felt even weaker with is cock splitting your cunt in two. you had taken jakes dick plenty (obviously), but you could never get used to his size, so he would usually let you adjust— but not now. now he was just fucking you— fucking you to get himself off.
you whined, "j— jake I can't—"
"yes you can," one hand left your hips and gripped your hair, avoiding your queue and yanking your head back. "you wanted it, you take it."
"ma jake!" you let your jaw hang agape, whimpers and moans spilling out constantly. "so big.. s'big," you hiccuped on cries and jake leaned down— his cock to kissing your cervix with each hard and calculated thrust. his heavy balls slapped against your wet pussy and gave your clit just a tease of stimulation. "oh great mother.. o—oh great mother! jake please!"
your cunt was squeezing him tight. every time he he pulled back it was like you didn't want to let him go.. and jake liked that. you could cry all you want, but that alone told him you were alright— just babbling on words.
"please what?"
you tried to get the words to come out— to even think properly about what you wanted to say. your mind was growing foggy, the only thoughts being pleasure and jakes dick bruising your insides.
you gasped, "tsaheylu! please.. 'need it so bad, ma jake.."
jake left open mouth kisses on your neck, still gripping your hair tightly. "what happened to we aren't mates right now?" he chuckled.
you sniffled, "w—wanna," you whimpered while jake sunk his fangs into your shoulder. "wan—"
he murmured, "come on, spit it out, baby." he peppered soft kisses over his bite mark.
"wanna feel you.. feel good." you finished, looking back at jake with a set of eyes and a pout that he couldn't refuse.
"alright." jake huffed and he let go of your hair to pull his braid from over his shoulder (his pace not letting up one bit while fucking you). you shakily lifted yours and he brought his closer, allowing your queues to intertwine.
both of your pupils dialated immensely, a long moan leaving your lips as your cunt squeezed around jake even tighter. you could feel how good he felt down to every pleasurable jolt in his nerves.
jake thrusts slowly became more rapid but also very sloppy— he was panting heavily, gulping every few minutes.
"damn.. d— damn," jake let one arm rest on the table hold himself up while the other left your hip and slid under you to play with your breasts. his entire body covered you while he rutted messily into you, your slick now wetting his thighs. ".. holy fuck, baby— I make you feel this good, huh?"
you nodded quickly and licked your lips at the tight knot that was forming in your belly.
"jaaake, more please," you sobbed, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. "m'gonna cum— it feels s'good."
"yeah? if I let you cum right now, you let me cum inside? let me give you another brat," he kissed your cheek. "i don't like three— lets make it four, baby.."
"want it inside," you cried out, squirming in his hold as your orgasm approached. "want another one, ma jake."
"I know, I know," he grunted, breathy moans leaving his lips. "I can feel it— 'just wanted to ask."
you bit down on your bottom lip— at this point it was so swollen that it hurt when whimpers tried to escape, that tight knot unraveling once the tip of jakes cock pressed firm against your cervix. your eyes squeezed shut as you creamed around his dick, his name seeping from your lips.
jake groaned, cock twitching at the feeling of the pleasure of your orgasm flowing through him.
he hid his face in your neck, whimpering, "oh fuck.. oh fuck.. oh fuuck.."
jake pressed his body as close to yours as he could before he painted your gummy walls white with his thick cum. you moaned at the feeling his own pleasure consuming you both, and the feeling of jake rutting inside you until he was sure he had nothing left to give you.
"ma jake," you panted. "..are you alright?"
he slowly lifted his head from your neck and kissed your temple. "never better." he answered, out of breath.
"you happy now," jake pulled out and turned you on your back, his cum leaking out from your puffy cunt and onto his table. ".. 'can't believe you said I used to fuck you like that.. hah, I can fuck you however I want. I just choose to make-love to you now," he kissed away your tears before finding your lips. "because your my mate.."
you smiled up at jake and cupped his cheek, "y'know.. you used to fuck me over and over again— until I passed out."
jake clicked his tongue, ".. if you want to get manhandled just say it— you don't have to make me angry, babygirl."
you traced your hands down jakes chest and pouted, "..but you fuck me harder when your angry, ma jake."
jake stared at you, and you could feel something stiff rub against your thigh— his lips curling into a eager grin that reminded you so much of his younger self.
"then let's get it done."
- I can't believe I'm almost at 400 followers.. thank you all so much!!! -
SUMMARY: merry christmas/happy holidays to all the chishiya lovers and alice in borderland fans.. here is my gift you/our tiny fandom.
WARNINGS: smut, oral sex, handjob, kinda ooc chishiya (i'd think he'd be more silent tbh but that's goofy), mirror sex, doggy style, choking, breath play, praise kink, dirty talk, protected sex ya'll!!, fem!bodied reader, ive been crushing on him since the first time i saw him two years ago but tbh.. he got even finer in season two (i think i just get in my bag writing wise when i don't worry about punctuation like the perfectionist i am)
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"I needed this.."
he stroked your hair and let his head fall back between his shoulders, silky blond hair falling with it.
"needed this so fuckin' bad.."
you looked up at him through your lashes, jaw muscles tightening and drops of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.
"oh shit," he groaned, rough hands forcing your head down further. you clung onto his thighs, gagging as he slowly thrusted his cock deep into your throat. "c'mon, c'mon m'close.. just a bit more, baby."
you dug your nails into his thighs, his thick cock in between your swollen lips muffled your whimpers.. he hissed, thrusts harsher and you were screwed your eyes shut. his balls slapped against your chin as a mix of his pre-cum and your drool rolled down it.
"that's it," he sighed, burying your nose in his dark happy trail as spurts of his cum shot into your throat. "that's fuckin it, baby.."
you whined as he thrusted a few more times before finally pulling your head off of his softening dick.
you coughed, some of his cum caught in your throat while some of it rested in your tongue.
"c'mon stand up," he tilted your chin up. "and swallow the rest of that f'me, won't you babe?"
you frowned, licking your lips and gulping down the rest of his thick cum.. it was slightly salty but nothing off putting.
"shun," you stumbled to your feet with a pout, your voice was raspy due to the pounding your throat had taken. "i hate you—"
chishiya leaned in with a smirk before cupping your cheek. he kissed you deeply, not minding tasting himself as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. you moaned and ran your hands diwn the fabric of his black shirt, slipping your tongue in between his lips. he hummed in surprise but only pinned your body against the wall. the old paintings and candles rattling on the bathroom shelves.
you pulled back with a 'pop' and begged, "please fuck me, shun.."
he glanced up at you through hooded eyes, one hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock. "give me your hand," chishiya ordered and you did so, giving him both instead. "get me hard again, baby."
"m'kay, y'better fuck me good though.." you wrapped both of your hands around his cock and he held one of your hands as well.
chishiya guided you hands up and down, not that you didn't know how to give a hand job, he just wanted to feel you do it first hand. he wanted to feel your hand slid up the twitching base and pump it, tease his leaking tip. he wanted to understand how you understood his body so well when you've barely known him.
the sight of your swelled bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you pumped his cock until it was stiff and oozing pre-cum all over your knuckles and that sinful look in your eyes..
he loved it.
chishiya wasn't a horny fuck like most people in this new world. he could go weeks without even touching himself 'cause there were more important things to worry about (like figuring out what the hell was going on), but that look, that fucking lustful stare when you figure out how to beat a game— when you first stood next to him on that balcony as chaos ran rampant all around that apartment complex.
you were fucked up..
"damn," he kissed your forehead and you let go of his cock, licking your hands free of his pre-cum. "bend over the sink, i want you to see what faces you make when i fuck you.."
..and he loved it.
you giggled and pushed past him, stepping over your disgarded highwaisted tights. you gripped the edge of the sink, looking at yourself in the cracked mirror. your hard nipples peaked through the fabric of your tanktop and to be honest, you already looked like he had fucked you stupid.
you arched your back and stuck out your ass, chewing on your bottom lip once more as you heard the packet for a condom tear open. you stared down into the sink, water dripped from the broken socket.
chishiya pulled your damp panties to the side, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your drenched slit.
"hurry up, shun—"
you gasped, body jolting forward as chishiya sunk his fat tip into your weeping hole. you gripped the sink tighter, trying to supress your moans so that the others wouldn't hear what was happening from the outside. "shit," chishiya let go of your hip and rubbed your clit while he tried to fit the rest of himself inside.. "i knew i should've fingered you but 'no,' you said 'just skip the foreplay, shun!' now look.. can't fit my cock in your cunt.."
you wriggled your ass against him and whimpered, "I've just been so pent up.. just needed your fuckin' dick, shun, right now.. m'sorry.."
"don't apologize," he groaned as his girthy cock sunk deeper inside of you, splitting you open. "just thank me.."
your knees buckled when chishiya's cock finally rested in your gummy walls.. a long grunt left his lips once he bottomed out, your pussy drooling around his length. the hand that he used to guide his dick in found its way to your throat and he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.
"number one," he squeezed your throat and you gasped, his cock sliding out and pushing right back into your cunt with much more ease. "you should thank me for saving your ass in games.." he chuckled as you choked on moans with each harsh thrust, your entire body moving foward (the edge of the sink and chishiya's stopped you from going too far)— allowing you to catch a closer look at yourself.
"th.. thank you," you mumbled, soft whimpers escaping your throat. "shun.."
chishiya kissed you jaw, the clap of your ass echoing from wall to wall of the bathroom as his thrusts sped up. his cock drilled into you with no consideration while he pinched and flicked your clit.. and your sensitive nipples rubbed against your tanktop with every bounce of your tits.
"mm shit.. number two," he continued, smiling at your fucked-out expression— eyes foggy, mouth stuck in a permanant 'o' whether your moans came out broken, loud, or slient, and droplets of tears clung to your lashes. "you should thank me for fucking you like i do.. this is a lot of work y'know.." he hummed, those last words more of a groan.
you could feel his heavy breathing tickle your ear and you whined as the tip of his cock plunged deep into that spongey spot in your pussy.
"thank you," you slurred, his grip on your throat now had you gasping. "thank— thank you s'much, shun! you fuck me s'good.."
strands of his blonde hair stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. chishiya groaned, noticing you squeeze your eyes shut and scruch your nose. moans and gasps leaving your lips while you cried.
ah.. you were about to cum.
as cute as you were when making that face, he wanted you to watch yourself cum more than anything.
"eyes open," chishiya murmured, grip loosening to allow you to breathe. "look at yourself, baby.."
you reluctantly opened your eyes.
was the world was ending? yes.
so to get fucked should be on the bottom of your list of priorities, and it was, well until chishiya slid his dick in your pussy and made you look like that for the first time— the definiton of a slut. you didn't understand how he expected and managed to keep your relationship a secret when after every time you both were intimate it ended with you looking a mess.
"shuuunn! m'gonna cum.. let me cum please!" you whined, gasping as he quickly cut off your air intake with just a squeeze.
"number three," his voice was breathy and his thrusts had become sloppy. you both were close. the mirror had fogged up from his pants while you clawed at his hand, a smile curling from your lips. all you coud focus on was breathing and trying to reach your high. "thank me," he grunted as you began to roll you ass back against him. "for leavin' this pussy satisfied.. every," he thrusted deep. "single," he pulled his hips back. "time.."
chishiya buried himself deep inside of you while your entire body shook as your orgasm flooded through your veins. finally, he let you breathe, both of his hands now gripping your hips, as he continued to fuck into you messily.
chishiya hated messes.
but you creaming around his cock didn't count..
at least not in this moment, if this wasn't a quickie, he probably would have punished you for it.
"s'too much, shun," you moaned softly with a sniffle. "m'too sensitive.. can't— can't do it.."
"yes you can, c'mon m'almost there," chishiya hummed against your neck. "make me cum, yeah? only you can, baby.."
you shuddered as chishiya's thrusts came to halt, and he dug his fingers deep into your ass cheeks. then you felt it, the condom filling up with his warm release while he began to fuck you once again but slowly and far more gentle.
"congrats.. you did it," he rested his chin on your slumped shoulder and nibbled on your ear. ".. you look so pretty when you cum, don't you agree?" chishiya taunted you and he pulled out with a groan.
"fuck you.."
"ya just did," chishiya sighed while he watched your panties fell back in place, now covering your fucked-out cunt. "can you walk straight?"
chishiya tied the used condom off and tossed it in the trashcan next to the toilet, stuffing his cock back in the confinments of his boxers. he pulled up his sweats before laying your tights over the edge of the seat.
"your dicks' not that big.." you grumbled.
"answer the question."
"just barely," you replied and chishiya scratched the back of his neck with a frown before he gently kissed your forehead. ".. and that's not going to fix it, y'know."
"i'm aware, but in my defense, i only went that hard because your visa's still good for a while," he explained. "complain all you want but i know you enjoyed it."
"unfortunately for my arguement, as per usual, shun.. you fucked me good.. so,"
you spun strands of his blond hair around your index finger and smiled at him in the mirror.
BABY-DADDY TOJI who knows you can't live without him. who knows he's the only one who can keep you satisfied.
you complain about him and yet you let him in. everytime he uses the same excuse as to why he's there 'just wanna see the baby, nothing more'.
he finds himself playing with the one year old daughter you two shared, catching you giving him glances here or there. you may not have even known it yet, but he could tell you were needy. your breathing pattern, the fact you had your thighs pressed so tightly together, it was so obvious you wanted him to fuck another baby in to you.
"megumi 'nd tsumiki miss you," he tells you while playing patty-cake with his baby girl. it wasn't a lie either, the two did prefer you compared to toji's previous girlfriends (if you could call them that)— shit, tsumiki preferred you over her own mother. "they keep askin' about lyric.. they wanna spend time with their lil sister.."
you attempted to make a point, "they can see her when it's your days," you added. "but i do miss them too.. they're very sweet kids, nothin' like you."
toji scoffed, "yeah? but i still made megumi just like i made lyric.. they're somethin' like me, and besides,"
he held up lyric and placed her face next to his own.. a smug smirk on his scarred lips.
"doesn't she look just like daddy.."
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BABY-DADDY TOJI who sloppily makes-out with you on the couch after you put the baby for a nap. one hand squeezing your jaw and the other cupping your pussy while he thrusts two thick fingers inside of your weeping hole.
"talk to me, ma," his fingers curled, pressing firmly into that spongey spot within your walls while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "talk to me.." he huffed in between kisses.
your hips jumped as you rolled yourself on his fingers, trying to apply more pressure to that spot.
"feels s'good toj'.." you whimpered and dug your heels into his shoulder blades. he forced your face back from his, making sure you could lock eyes with him. those same emerald eyes your daughter had inherited.
"mhm i know, pretty girl," his strong hands squeezed your cheeks together, your lips were swollen from the kissing, and tears clung to your lashes. you were just too fuckin cute. "nobody can please this spoiled lil pussy like i can, yeah? .. not even you, ma.." he chuckled as your eyes flicked back in your head, his movements had become faster and his fingers pushed deeper than before.
your hips bucked erratically, trying to chase your approaching high. you babbled on moans as your arousal rolled down his knuckles. your pathetically wet pussy was all you could hear besides your own whimpers.
"nobody," you cried. "nobody but you daddy.."
you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to supress your moans and not wake the baby while you squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure.
"did ya miss me as much as i missed ya? fuck.. how bad was it─ not bein' able to make yourself cum like i do─ like daddy does?" he asked, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy growing bruised from how hard he was fingering you.
"soo bad.. so so bad," you moaned, his grip on your face loosening. "you reach so fuckin' deep.. make me feel so good, toji.. missed you so much.."
your voice quivered, "toji.. i need it bad.."
"need what, ma?" he asked you.
"need," you sniffled. "need your dick, toj'.."
he scoffed, "i know but i gotta prep you," he chewed on his inner cheek as you slid your hand under your tanktop and began playing with your sensitive tits. "just cum on my fingers and i'll give it to you.. i know how needy you've been without me, ma. my poor baby's been sufferin without this dick, yeah?"
you whined, "that's it..?"
"that's it," he kissed your nose. "that's all daddy wants.."
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BABY-DADDY TOJI who has you so cock drunk that he had to cover your mouth 'cause at that point you didn't even consider the fact you'd wake the baby.
but he couldn't blame you.
it had been about five months since he fucked you and right now it seemed like, even with prep, he was splitting your lil cunt in two.
it was a sloppy mess down there, you had forgotten how many times you had creamed around his cock.. but it was enough that it made each thrust make a wet, gushy squech-like noise.
only he had you like this.. so pathetic and desperate for a man's dick.
but it wasn't just that alone, of course he was blessed with a big ass dick, but toji actually knew how to fuck. he knew where to touch, what to tease, how fast or how slow he should go to get the ideal reaction from you.
"so fuckin messy," he grinned, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin as his heavy balls slapped repeatedly against your ass. toji found himself slipping out of you and he rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit. ".. so fuckin sensitive.."
you whined and bucked your hips against him til he finally pushed his cock back into the warmth of your gummy walls.
"you love this dick don't you, ma?" toji grunted, pulling his hand down so that you could speak.
his tip kissed your cervix and you gasped, "love it so much, toji!"
"ya can't live without this dick, can ya? just gotta fuckin' have it like a lil addict," toji chuckles, his thrusts grew harsher and more precise by the second. "what? you addicted to this dick, baby?"
you sobbed, "m─ mhm!"
"at that point then," his hand snaked around your throat. your thighs were now pressed firmly against your leaking breasts.. your pussy spread open and getting fucked 'til it was turning red. "might as well call this my fuckin cunt.. 'cause you can't please it properly without me.." toji huffed, squeezing your throat just a bit.
"it's," you whimpered. "it's your cunt, toji.. only yours!"
you could feel yourself coming to another orgasm.. your entire body was feeling it─ feeling him. that was his effect. every nerve, fiber, and ounce of your being could feel him when he fucked you. shit, even when he wasn't fucking you. lyric was an perfect example of the fact that toji was never going to be out of your life for good.
"missed you so much.. oh m'gonna cum! m'gonna cum again toji.." you warned him, clawing at his chest as your tits bounced with the newfound speed of his thrusts.
"fuck, just wait a sec, ma.." he rasped.
"can't," you whined. "gotta cum now.. please!"
he squeezed your throat tightly and groaned, "listen to me," you gasped for air as tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "do ya love me, baby?"
you blinked tears away as air filled your lungs once again..
"y.. yes, I love you too much toji.." you admitted.
"love ya too, ma," he smirked. "let me cum inside this pussy, yeah? let me make sure every man who looks at you knows i've been inside this pretty pussy.."
you let out one final gasp as you gushed around toji's cock for maybe the fourth time already, and in response to your cunt spasming around him he buried his cock deep inside you, shuddering as he let his jaw hang low and thick ropes of cum painted your inner walls.
toji kissed your calves while kneading your bare tits as you tried to collect your thoughts.
but only one echoed throughout your mind
everything hurts.
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BABY-DADDY TOJI who laid next to you in your bed, letting you rest on his chest. his lips pressed into your forehead while holding you close, softened cock nestled in your walls.
"toji.." you mumbled, voice hoarse.
"yeah, ma?"
"i'm not on bc.." you confessed shyly.
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BABY-DADDY TOJI who fucks you to sleep raw after hearing those words, making sure he claimed you on on every surface of your apartment before your daughter finally sturrs awake. he mumbles something about you resting.. and that he'll take care of her til you wake.
that familiar smug look on his face as he watches globs of his cum drip from your hole.
he knows good and well that he finally had you.. he finally caught you with your gaurd down..
now you were for sure stuck with him 'cause after all that, baby number two was definitely guaranteed.
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, strong lang, fem-bodied reader, mating press, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, fluff, pet names (baby, good boy, maus, mausi), könig speaks german
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beads of sweat clung onto the tip of his nose, the slightly crooked bridge and semi-fresh scar is what had your eyes captivated. his cheeks were flushed a deep red comparred to his peach skin tone, and that strong jaw of his hung low.
you craddled your boyfriend's face which caused those cheeks to grow into a deep, cherry shade of red.
he panted heavily.
those pink, pouty lips— wet and swollen from the hour long makeout session that he instisted continue until he was rutting his hips against your thigh.
"— love you s'much," he whined. "love your pussy so much! 'wan.. wanna live in this pussy, baby.."
you ran your fingers through his buzzed blond hair, pulling on what was there. pathetic whimpers left those pretty lips of his, your tangy arousal dripped down his chin from when he had his head buried deep between your thighs earlier before.
moans of your own came not so far behind. your lil cunt had his fat cock coated in your slick, your puffy pussy lips squeezed around the base.
he hadn't this felt good before— felt this type of comfort before.
you were just so warm and tight, each lil muscle spasm from your velvety walls that expressed how your cunt struggled to fit him inside you oddly enough made his entire body relax..
but he could never tell you that. he was always too anxious to initiate, but he would never refuse to stuff you full of his cock. to fuck his thick cum back deep into your twitching hole, and overstimulate the both of you until his large body was being held in your trembling arms.
"könig," you gasped and tugged on his hair, another whimper filled the hot air. "k—könig.. you're fuckin' me sooo good.. y—you're such a good boy..."
"a good boy..?" he huffed.
"..the best!"
his hips stuttered just like his moans, his words, his being. his heavy balls repeatedly slapped against your wet skin as he buried himself deeper and deeper into your pussy with each thrust. you bit your bottom lip and your brows furrowed as you rubbed quick circles over your abused clit with the pad of your thumb.
"..Ich liebe dich.. Oh god," he babbled on breathy moans. stammering, trying to say everything he feeling at once. "..scheiße.. I'm.. ah scheiße, your pussy's so perfect and pretty, maus."
you mumbled softly, "kiss.. kiss me, baby.."
he didn't hesitate, moaning loudy into the sancturary of your lips.. hot tongue shoving it's way down your throat. those big, rough hands tickled your sensitive skin and dug into your hips, to keep your body from going too far in response to the strength of his thrusts.
you loved könig more than anything, you loved every inch of him just as much as he loved every inch of you.. but you adored his lips, how they looked, what they felt like on your own, on your skin, and in between your pussy. but also you adored what left them, the squeaks he made when he was surpised and whimpers he made when he felt the most pleasure. but most of all you adored when his cracking voice, his begful tone spoke in german.
you broke the kiss to your boyfriend's disaporoval, he whined at said action.. your toes curled while you instead left dark hickeys on könig's collar. the tip of his cock kissed your cervix as your entire body shook.
you could barely breathe which made your lips curl into a slight smile before your pussy creamed on him once again. your mind blank and body full of ecstacy.
"are you.. you alright, maus?" he asked in a single breath.
you nodded and attempted to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper.
"please cum in me again," you kissed his nose. you remembered now, the slight crook was a result from a fight he still refuses to elabrorate on. "please be my good boy, könig."
his blonde lashes fluttered as his blue eyes flickered to the back of his head, his becips shaking and his mind going too fast for his own good yet his thrusts had never been so on point.
"mmh fuck," he rasped, his tiny whimpers bounced off the walls. "g—gonna cum, g—gonna cum, fuck, gonna stuff your pretty cunt full.. mmgh, gonna fuck my cum so deep into your pretty pussy, baby.."
könig let out a low, gutteral moan as he shot the largest load he ever had into your spasming lil cunt, empting his heavy balls for the night. he practically fell on top of you, engulfing your tiny body compared to his own and he then lazily thrusted into you— shuddering as he came inside you a lil more until his heavy cock went limp within your warm walls.
"hah..mh," könig quickly got off of you and pulled out once he realized he was suffocating you (or at least he thought he was). "w—was i too rough? do you feel okay? was it—"
"—könig," you reached for him and he immeadiatly went into the comfort of your embrace. "it was really really good." you reassured him while petting his hair and pressing soft kisses to his forehead.
he sighed, his head laid in between your breasts.
"i love you." you murmured.
"ich liebe dich." he replied.
"hm?"
"it's 'i love you' in german," his hand snaked in between your legs, his thick digits gathered his cum that leaked from your cunt and pushed it back in between your folds. "ich liebe dich, mausi."
you shivered, slightly embarassed at the lewd squelches.
your poor lil cunt was red and swelled. könig's large fingers stung, but at the same time felt quite pleasent plugged inside your fucked-out hole.
WARNINGS: smut, slight manhandling, blindfolded, oral sex, sorta unprotected sex (Y/N has bc), degradation, praise, foreplay, slight gun play, intercourse, fem-bodied reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, ghost is ooc ngl, sorta kinda reverse wheelbarrow (pos.), mating press (pos.), doggy style (pos.), pet names: babe, pretty girl, love, kid, (some use of cockslut), !!not proof read!!
"You're fucking ridiculous, just stay put."
You clicked your tongue— the leaking cut in your forearm shot waves of pain throughout your entire arm whilst your fist clenched around your handgun.
You'd been injured before, it's nothing new, and doing this job meant your guard was never down.
"It's not my job to stay put, sir." You spat.
"Yeah? Says the sniper."
"Oh look we have something in common, sir."
"That among other things," Ghost hovered his gloved finger over his lips. The sounds of the leaves rustling and the creaks from the wooden home was all that could be heard. Ghost clutched his assault rifle, the fabric of his sleeves were tight around his tensed biceps. "...alright, now put your gun down, all your doing by leaking that blood is leaving a trail."
You sighed, sliding your gun in your waistband as Ghost walked over towards you. His boots made the floor creak with every step he took.
"...Among other things," You leaned back against the wall and scoffed. "well I guess wearing a mask is one, but unlike you.. I show my face, sir."
Ghost dug around his vest, in one of his many pockets, and grumbled, "Hennessey or Whiskey?"
You licked your lips, "Hennessey, sir."
Ghost nodded, "Enjoy it."
He handed you a small bottle, half-filled with Hennessey to your left hand (the right arm was the one injured). You looked at it and raised your brow, Hennessey was your shit but you didn't get it.
"And the whiskey? uh," You paused, watching Ghost pulled out a bottle, four shots of whiskey worth and knelt down. Those leathered hand touched your forearm, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin closest to the wound. "...sir."
He didn't respond, only popping open the whiskey and through the mask you could see his earthy eyes look up at you through blond lashes. "Drink up, this is going to sting, kid." He told you, and you blinked, using you mouth to pull off the cork shoved in the opening of the Hennessey bottle.
"Oh, well, sir.. I would prefer no warni—"
You bit down hard on your bottom lip as the whiskey came into contact with your wound, there was slight bubbling as well.
"Drink, kid."
You gulped hard and placed the Hennessey bottle to your lips, the alcohol was hot— not ideal but shit did it make your nerves fade. Still, the urge to twist and pull back was intense. Though Ghost held your arm in place, wiping away the excess blood after he set down the almost empty whiskey. With his canteen, he poured a little water on it— his canteen was all you both had to share.
"Holy shit.." You panted, wet lips parting— your fist clenched.
"You don't handle pain well?" Ghost questioned..
"I handle it just fine," you huffed. "when you don't pour alcohol on my open wound, sir"
A slight scoff came from under Ghost's mask, and you watched as he pulled out a needle and thread. Honestly once the needle poked through your skin it somehow was easier to handle than the alcohol. Maybe it was because you were used to feeling, and you never had a need for such desperate tactics when cleaning a wound.
"Drink," Ghost told you as the needle pressed against a thicker area of skin. You quickly took a drink as he sewed you up. "..so, kid, what do you call a dog who can't eat?"
You shrugged.
"Headless."
Ghost looked up at you again, presumably for a sign you were entertained. The joke was painfully unfunny, but you couldn't stop your lips from curling into a smile.
"Y'know I had a dog, sir."
His eyes quickly focused back on your arm and he murmured, "He didn't get decapitated, did he?"
"She and no," You whispered. "She lived a nice long twelve years, died peacefully— something I think most of us pray for."
It was silent, the moonlight shone through the holes and missing shingles in the roof— causing Ghost's skull mask look so much more detailed and natural in the scenery.
"Stop with the sir.. just call me Ghost." He said as he tied off the thread.
"Stop calling me kid, I guarantee I'm not much younger than you."
"Whatever," Ghost tightly wrapped some bandage around your forearm. "helps you sleep tonight."
"You think I can sleep with my arm throbbing like a bitch?"
"The pain will knock you out, Hennessey."
Ghost stood up and dusted himself off.
That nickname made you frown, you honestly preferred kid.
"I doubt it, Ghost." I replied.
He looked down at you and tilted his head to the side, "You're so fucking difficult, that why you got hurt to begin with, Hennessey."
"Me being difficult is why I'm still alive."
"That and luck, mostly luck."
Your eye twitch as you stumbled to your feet and looked up at him, mirroring the his head tilt, "Don't ever doubt my skills, sir. I'm here on more than luck."
Ghost sighed a sigh so loud it sounded clear, not the slightest muffle.
"Sit down, kid."
You followed his gaze as it traveled down your body, stopping at my bandaged forearm before continuing further down, you took a step closer.
"That's.. that's not my name, Ghost."
His gloved hand touched your forearm gently, the light touch of his leather-padded fingers grazed over your bare skin.
"Oh right.. apologies, Hennessey."
Your cheeks grew hot, you wanted to believe it was anger but with the mixture of your rapid heartbeat and that twist in your stomach you knew anger was in fact the opposite.
"..That's not my name either, not code or birth."
His fingers left your arm and grazed over the waistband of your pants. Your breath hitched, the pit in your stomach grew tight— not even the worst of torture would never make you admit the truth out loud— the fact that you found him, Ghost, attractive.
It was completely inappropriate.. yet maybe, if he initiated it, it wouldn't look all that bad on you.
"Ghost..." You muttered under your breath.
He snaked his other arm around your waist and you scooted closer, his assault rifle pressed against your chest.
"I know, Dragonfly.. just hush."
You noticed his fingers wrap around the handle of your gun. And quickly, you grabbed his wrist and shouted, "What the hell?!"
Embarrassment filled you cheeks as Ghost easily took your gun with your wrist still tightly wrapped around him. He pressed the metal barrel to your lips, his freehand slid under your pants— those gloves finger stopped right above your clothed pussy.
"Didn't I say to hush? That's a bloody order, babe."
The petname had you looking up at him, his eyes were like they always were.
Blank.
"Now let go of me, you have a fairly strong grip, love."
Another one.
Fuck.
This one made you look away. The slight amusement in his voice had you wanting to fall into his chest and let him manhandle you however he wanted.
Your grip loosened and you let your hand fall to your side.
"Look how good of listener you are now, is it the gun pressed against your lips," his fingers traveled lower, right up against your slit and applied the slightest pressure which made you shiver. "or is 'cause you want some friction down here?" He asked in low tone.
You gulped, your panties were fucking damp, you could feel it. And the thought of his rough fingers shoved inside of you didn't help.
"Permission to speak is granted, babe."
He pulled your gun away slightly and you licked your lips.
"I— I want," you began. "to call you something too, Ghost."
It was lie, you wanted him to fuck you, but you couldn't admit that just yet. That would be pathetic..
"You really are difficult," he grumbled. "y'know what, I'll give you something to call me if you tell me the fucking truth. How 'bout that?"
"But I—"
"— I'll put this gun to your mouth again if you keep lying."
You stared at the floor.
"You already know..." You whispered.
"Do I?" Ghost questioned.
You glanced at the shimmering barel and squeezed your eyes shut as you dragged your tongue up the cool metal. Fuck it, 'cause if he fucked you good enough this moment would be the last on your mind. "I want," Your voice was muffled as you swirled your tongue around the barrel. Your spit ran down the sides, Ghost's breath was heavy. You pulled your lips off of the barrel and gave him a flustered expression as you spoke, "I want some friction...a lotta friction."
Your lips were glistening as Ghost pulled his hand out of your pants and cupped your ass.
"Looks like you've been pent up, love,"
Ghost hoisted you off of the ground and you clung onto his shoulders as walked through the tiny cabin. In the corner was an old twin sized bed, there was still a mattress on it. Obviously it couldn't hold both your weight, it probably couldn't even hold his weight alone but he needed to put you somewhere. So he set you down the edge of the bed, it creaked while you pressed your thighs together.
"Let's get those clothes off, yeah?"
You nodded, unbuckled your vest and setting it next to you. You were about to toss off your shirt when you paused. "You said...you'll have a name for me to call you." You reminded him and Ghost clicked his tongue.
"Simon." He told you.
You smiled and finished removing your shirt, "I like that."
"Good," Simon whistled, eyes watching intently as you fumbled with your pants after kicking off your boots. "but as much as I enjoy calling you babe, I need a name."
You slid your pants down your waist and confessed, "Y/N."
"Pretty fucking name for a pretty fucking girl."
You gasped as Simon yanked off your pants the rest of the way, you fell back against the creaky mattress and watched as he set your gun on the bed and removed his rifle, setting it on the floor next to him.
"Gho— Simon, what are you doing?" You questioned as he spread open your legs. You lower half hung off of the bed.
"Hush, that's an order," Simon hummed. The cool air against your bare skin had you nervous, combining with the fact that your soaked panties were on display for him to completely see. "And what am I doing? I'm going to give you some friction, Y/N."
You let out a squeak as something hard and heavy pressed against your slit. Your legs were forced to stay open no matter how much you squirmed. It wasn't his fingers, that much was obvious and it couldn't have been his dick (at least with that girth you prayed it wasn't). You looked over to your right and noticed your gun was gone.
"Feels funny doesn't it," Simon pulled down your panties and you watched him stuff them in one of his vest pockets. "How about now, that feel better?" He asked as he slid the gun up and down your folds, coating it in your wetness.
"Simon.. i— it's cold." You whined and tried to pull you hips back.
"Grind on it," He placed his other hand on your stomach and held you in place. "your pussy will warm it up. Now hush." He told you.
You bit down on your bottom lip as you rolled your hips up onto the gun. The only sounds within the cabin were heavy, breathy breathing, the creak of the bed, and the gushing sound coming from your cunt. Strings of slick connected you and the gun everytime you pulled your hips away while grinding.
"You look pretty, 'real pretty. 'nd that fucking cunt of yours, fuck— I can tell you want more, Y/N," Simon muttered and you nodded desperately. "Permission to speak granted."
You let out a whimper as the barrel barely grazed your clit, the design in the metal didn't help the bud's sensitivity.
You felt like such a slut.
Grinding on a fucking gun and getting so goddamn wet from it that your skin was rolling down your ass and dripping onto the floorboards. Simon was still fully clothed and look at you, the only thing keeping you from being completely naked was your bra that you were itching to take off.
"I want your fingers— please Simon, I want 'em.."
But at this point who gave a shit.
This was between you and him.
Simon was the only one who could judge you and from what it looked like, he was all into it. He also right, you were pent up— he made you like this and he was going to fix it.
"Suck it," He pulled the gun away from your pussy and you didn't hesitate to open your mouth. The gun was actually warmer, and the taste of yourself and metal wasn't necessarily pleasant but it wasn't bad either. You looked up at Simon and batted your lashes as you bobbed your head on the barrel. You both were crazy, or maybe it was just you for allowing your lieutenant to press a loaded gun against your pussy and then you suck on it after. "That's my girl, so fuckin' sexy when you actually listen." Simon praised you, pulling the gun out of your mouth.
You panted and wiped the spit from your bottom lip, "Fingers Simon.. please."
"Quit your whinin' I fucking hear you." Simon huffed as dropped the gun to the floor and slid off one of his gloves. His rough and calloused hands felt oddly good against your skin. He spread apart your folds and let out a sigh, "Fuck, Y/N, you trust me right, love?"
"Yes.. I trust you, Simon."
"Do ya trust me enough to blindfold you?"
"What do you..." You voice faded as he tapped his mask.
Oh.
Oh.
He was going to take it off.
"You can feel up my face all ya want, but.. I just can't let you see me, you understand don't ya?"
You honestly didn't, but Simon has always been adamant about keeping the mask on. Everyone teases him about it and he truly doesn't care. As long as the mask stays on. He probably sleeps with the thing on (if he does sleep at all).
".. I understand and I trust you."
Simon nodded and pulled out the leftover bandage he used to wrap up your arm. Your breath hitched as he leaned down to wrap it around your eyes, the last thing you saw was his own, those deep brown eyes, before everything faded to black.
You could hear the rustling of his clothing, the sound of the floor creak as he kneeled in front of you, and the release of pressure I'm the bedframe once he threw your legs over his shoulders. His tactical gear pressed against your bare skin.
"Fucking hell..." he muttered and you whimpered at the growl in his tone.
His voice was so much more clear now, the roughness, the maturity, and that goddamn accent.
He rubbed his fingers up your pussy, your hips rolling again the pads of his fingers. Simon slid his index fingers inside your tight hole and seconds later his middle finger, you clenched around them— quickly unclipping your bra so that you could find stimulation else where. "You're tight," He stroked your gummy walls slowly, pushing his fingers deeper until your toes curled. He coated his thumb in your slick before pressing it firm against your ignored clit. "I'll never get to put my cock if your this tight." Simon warned you.
His rubbed circles around your clit, it was enough to make you let out breathy moans, but that wasn't what he wanted.
"Mmm Simon," You arched your back, massaging your right breast with your uninjured arm as he got you used to his fingers. "why did— why'd you take your mask? " You questioned..
"Cause," He lifted your body up to where you ass was somewhat in the air. "I'm fucking hungry, babe."
He began quickly thrusting his fingers into your cunt, your walls fluttered and your clit twitched as the movements of his thumb grew faster. Then something tickled your thighs, something felt like a stubble but before you could even conclude what it was Simon's hot tongue slipped over your folds. You hiccuped on moans and you tried to find something to grip before you reached forward. Your fingers laced through Simon's hair, nails digging into his scalp which made him groan.
He dove deeper in your pussy, abandoning using his thumb and just flicking your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue.
Everything was black but you could swear you could see stars. His fingers found that special spot within you and stroked it, your slick covering those fingers and dripping down his knuckles.
"Simon! S— Simon!" You cried out and he quickly pulled his fingers out, replacing them completely with his tongue. You moaned as his wet index finger touched your lips, the weight of his arm on your stomach forced you out of an arch. "Love your fuckin noises, babe," he said and you whined at the complete loss of contact. "but you gotta keep it down, just a bit."
You bucked your hips against nothing, trying to find his mouth again. Simon scoffed and laid the full weight of his arm on your torso, forcing you to stop.
"Do you understand, Y/N?"
"Uh.. Uh huh," You mumbled. "I understand, LT."
"LT? ...Fuck," Simon kissed your clit before he murmured against your pussy, "never thought hearing you call me that would get my cock this fuckin' hard."
Simon wrapped his lips around your clit— sucking profusely on the bud before thrusting two fingers inside you, knuckle deep. The way they curled over your g-spot made you bite down on your bottom lip, leaving your chest heaving and thighs drenched. "H—Holy shit.." You gasped and tugged on Simon's hair once again. Your legs were shaking violently and your clit was getting so much attention that the amount of pleasure traveling through you had your mind running blanks. "Oh my god— oh god.. I can't— mmm fuck LT 'so good..." You slurred on your words and Simon was finger-fucking you at full force— your pussy stung and throbbed like it was painful yet it was gushing around Simon like he was a mastermind with his fingers.
But maybe he was.
No man had ever had you twitching and gasping for air before during foreplay, fuck, no man had ever had you twitching and gasping for air in general.
That sensation deep within your gut was bubbling, it was familiar yet felt foreign this time round.
"I think.. oh fuck m'gonna cum," You whimpered, your nails were so deep in his scalp you could've drawn blood. "m'gonna cum, Simon— gonna cum, LT!"
Simon groaned, "Yeah," his tongue grazed over your slit, lapping up your arousal. "c'mon babe, cum for me— I want to see how fucking sexy your pretty face looks. Cum on your LT's fingers— permission is fucking granted."
You let out a whine and gasped as your pussy gushed harshly around Simon's fingers, soaking his mouth and jaw in your release— spurts of your release landing on his vest. You wanted to apologize but you couldn't say a word while Simon continued to finger you until he was sure you weren't absolutely done. You could hear drops of your wetness tap the floor as his pulled his fingers out.
"Are you alive, Y/N?" He questioned, you could feel his weight rise off you and he stood up. Your legs were still on his shoulders, causing your body to go up with him a little.
"Mhm..." You sighed, the sound of Simon sucking his fingers could he heard ever so clearly. You were very embarrassed, you had never cum so hard before.
"Are you usually this messy, babe?" He asked and you knew you couldn't see his expression but still looked away.
"No," You whispered. "I'm sorry about that.. that's never happened before, Simon—"
"— Don't apologize for being sexy," you heard Simon fiddle with his belt buckle and gulped. "and you're telling me I'm the first guy to make you squirt?" he pointed out.
"Can you not say it like that..." You pouted.
"As cute as you are I don't give a shit," he let out shakey sigh. "so stop dancing around the goddamn question."
"You are..."
"Speak up, babe."
"You are." You said louder.
"I'm what?"
You pouted again, "You're the.. first person to ever make me squirt, Simon!"
"Uh huh," you shivered as his fat tip rubbed in-between your swollen labia. "so let's see if I can make you do it again.. if you aren't tired out yet, Hennessey?" Simon taunted you, slapping his tip against your clit— mixing your arousal with his pre-cum.
"Hurry up and fuck me, Ghost."
Your eyes went wide as he pushed himself inside you, groaning at how tight your pussy was. It honestly wasn't the fact you were tight, his cock was just too fucking big. You wish you could've seen it, but fuck, you could feel it.
"Telling me too fuck you? Yet you can't even take half my fuckin' cock. What a joke." He scoffed while you clawed at the sheets, fighting back tears of pleasure. You whimpered, "Holy...you—you're really big!"
"Mhm," His thumb grazed over your clit. "Talk to me, babe— tell me what you want me to touch.."
Your toes curled as he sunk further inside you, stretching your walls to the brim. "Touch my clit, please touch it, Simon!" You pleaded and his rough thumb slowly rolled over the sensitive bud. You let out a satisfied moan once Simon completely bottomed out. His cock curved slightly upwards allowing it to apply pressure against your g-spot while the tip brushed against your cervix. His heavy balls were pressed firmly against your ass.
"You're lil cunt's fluttering around my cock," Simon pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in. "fucking hell.. you've been keepin' this warm lil pussy all to yourself— can't believe ya let some bastard fuck you before I did." He grunted.
You babbled on moans as Simon rolled his hips everytime he thrusted back in your cunt, making sure you felt every bit of him. His swollen cock had you filled to the point you couldn't breathe right.
"Damn your lil cunt's sucking me in like a bitch, you wanna know how deep I am?" He asked with groan.
"A decent bit above your bellybutton," He grabbed your hand and pressed against the protruding bump in your belly. "but damn, where do you feel my cock, babe?" Simon questioned, continuing his erratic thrusts— low and long grunts escaping his lips.
"Yesss..." You slurred and Simon buried his cock even deeper, causing streams of tears to roll down your cheeks.
You attempted to articulate the words but so much was happening that only broken whimpers came from you. "C'mon I know you're alright, hah, I would hope I haven't fucked you stupid yet," Simon massaged your clit while staring daggers into your bouncing tits, trying to decide if he should wrap his lips around your puffy nipples. "so think about it.. think nice, mmm fuck, and hard."
You sniffled and dug your heels into Simon's shoulders as your pussy quivered around his cock, making the entire cabin sound of embarrassingly wet slaps.
You began, "Y— You.. I feel,"
Simon murmured, "Uh huh, take a breath babe."
"I feel you... oh god, 'feel your cock all the way in my chest.. Y'feel s— sooo fuckin deep, LT!" Your voice vibrated, the sound moving along with his movements.
"That's right, you love this cock don't you, babe?"
"I love it, Simon," You sobbed. "I love it so much!"
"You're so fuckin sexy," Simon sped up his thrusts, a thin layer of sweat was covering your skin so you had to wonder how hot he was under that tactical gear. Getting fucked this hard by Ghost of all people was the last way you ever thought tonight would go— if anything death was higher on the list. "So fuckin perfect, so fuckin pretty.. yur like my personal lil cockslut— just there to let me fuck this cunt whenever I want, yeah?"
You reached out your arms and muttered, "Wanna kiss you, Simon.."
He scoffed and leaned down, your thighs were firmly pressed against your breasts as you felt up his face. Simon leaned into your touch while you caressed his jaw (his stubble tickled your palm), the bridge of his nose— traced your thumb over his bottom lip. The black paint around his eyes was chipping, and you could feel droplets of sweat that smelt of paint. "You feel handsome," You whispered and Simon grazed his lips over your own. "Very handsome."
Your swollen lips melted into his own, you could yourself from earlier and moaned softly into Simon's mouth. His hot tongue licked your over your lips before sliding into your mouth. The still lingering flavor of Hennessey tickled his tastebuds, this was genuinely the only time he didn't mind it. Your eyes fluttered closed, soft whimpers spilled into Simon's mouth while harsh grunts spilled into yours. You didn't know if you were on the verge of cumming or passing out— Simon rarely ever acknowledged you, at one point you thought the man was mute, so him kissing you so intimately felt like a fever dream.
Once his lips left yours with a pop you felt sad in a way, but soon that was overwhelming the inevitable urge to cum.
"Si— Simon!"
"Yeah, love?" He grumbled.
"I think I'm... think m'gonna cum again.."
Simon weight left you and he pulled your legs off of his shoulders, you were confused, even more so when his cock slipped out of you. But before you asked what was wrong he flipped you over on your stomach, your face was buried in the mattress (that was creaking like a bitch) and you ass was up in the air.
"Just needed to get a good look at this pretty ass of yours," Simon pushed himself back inside of you in one swift thrust, his rhythm even faster than before. Maybe it was the claps of your ass that had him even more feral, one of his hands was gripping your hip and the other was pressed firm against your back. "so what were ya saying?"
"O— Oh my god," You hissed, sucking in a sharp breath as you snaked your hand in-between your legs and rubbed your clit. "cummin... cummin LT!"
Simon licked his lips and groaned, "That's my pretty girl— such a good lil cockslut," If the grip he had on you wasn't enough to make you bruise then surely the harsh slap he gave your ass right then was. "cum on my cock.. that's a goddamn order.."
You whined and your eyes rolled back your head as you chanted his name and the word 'fuck' repeatedly. Your pussy squeezed his cock tight while your entire body shuddered, creaming around the base. You didn't squirt again but at this point Simon didn't give a shit, seeing your cute ass tremble from the pure intensity of your orgasm was enough.
"Breathe babe, I know.. I know— m'not goin anywhere, ya did so fuckin good— takin my cock so well," He grunted. Your mind was practically empty as his pace didn't let up, no regard for overstimulation. "I.. want to fill that lil cunt up so bad but, fuck, can't risk it— where do ya want it? C'mon tell me, love.."
You pleaded, "On... On m'pussy, please Simon.."
"Hah fuck," Simon pulled out and easily flipped you over once again. "Hold your legs, Y/N."
You gripped your thighs and held them open, you desperately wanted to see what face he was making as he slid his fist up and down his cock, what face he made when he was inside if you, when he said all of those dirty things to you. But hearing those incoherent whispers under his breath, that long guttural moan that oozed pure sex, and feeling his hot cum cover your puffy pussy satisfied your fucked out brain for tonight.
You heard the rustling of clothing once again as you let your legs drop, entire body going limp. Your chest heaved and gloved hands caressed that injured arm. Soft lips kissed your neck, then your jaw, then your tear-stained cheeks, then your puffy nose, then sweaty covered forehead before finally landing your lips. You kissed him back and hummed with a pout once he pulled away, the bandage that covered your eyes was taken off and you blinked, trying to adjust the moonlight.
His mask was back on, his hands were covered, and unfortunately his cock was stuffed right back in his pants.
It was like what just happened never happened..
"Rest up, Y/N, I'll keep watch.. alright?" He said flatly.
You grumbled, "What about you? ...Are you not even the slightest bit tired?"
Ghost scoffed, "I would fuck you again if didn't know you were barely clinging onto consciousness."
"Mmm.. I hate you."
"And yet," he slung his assault rifle back over his shoulder. "you still let me fuck you."
You could feel your self nodding off, a good sleep had never sounded so ideal.
Ghost sighed, "..I'll clean you up, just rest, that's an order—"
But you were already asleep, breathing pattern calm and soft.
If Ghost didn't know you were there he probably would've mistaken you for the wind.
Then the static of his radio happened to ruin the moment, he should've been relieved but more than anything Simon wanted to chuck that radio out into the wilderness.
SOAP: ...Ghost! Ghost! Do you copy?
GHOST: Yes sir.
SOAP: That means we're close.. the helicopter is circling around the forest right now. Is Dragonfly with you?
GHOST: Yes sir. She's resting right now. We're in an abandoned cabin if that helps you.. the goddamn roofs practically falling off.
SOAP: Is she hurt?
GHOST: A nasty cut the arm— had to stitch it up... it's nothing deadly but the pain knocked her out.
SOAP: You did the Hennessey and Bourbon thing didn't you? You sadistic fuck.
GHOST: I didn't have my Bourbon to offer so it was whiskey, she chose Hennessey, probably for the better.
SOAP: You're terrible, LT... but we should be there soon.
GHOST: We're fine..
He slid two fingers over your slit which made you squirm and whimper in your sleep. The sticky mixture of your cum and his own strung together like glue as he spread apart his fingers.
It was an out of the blue suggestion and you honestly didn't mean anything of it.
So when your boyfriend, Mitsuya, asked to take your measurements one day when you were at his studio it made you raise a brow. But it didn't make you too suspicious because he made you plenty of clothing, especially dresses when he would take you to one of his fashion events.
"Beautiful, I have a question for you..." He hummed while eating the lunch you had brought him.
"Go at it, Taka."
"How do you feel about forrest green lingerie? I think you'll look good in it." He murmured, you could tell he was trying to act nonchalant. Not really looking at you and just swirling his noodles around his chopsticks.
"Oh? You want me to order some, babe?" You teased, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him.
"I won't complain if you do." He chuckled while you played with his hair.
It was quite obvious what he was doing, Mitsuya wasn't the very best lying. But you weren't going to ruin his fun, Mitsuya loved spoiling you knew the genuine happiness he got from it.. "Well actually," You pushed up his glasses and gave his cheek a fat kiss, leaving a kiss mark on his skin from your rose red lipstick. "I'd wanna lavender lingerie.." You cooed in his ear, Mitsuya's cheeks now flushing red.
"...Lavender?"
You smiled innocently, "I think I'd look cute also we'd match Taka!"
Of course you knew what thoughts were racking up in his mind, and you had those same thoughts but acting clueless was your specialty. Cause Mitsuya Takashi fucking your brains out in lavender lingerie sounded too good to be true— still you had to attempt to experience it. And Mitsuya was a creative guy, he had tons of ideas ramping his brain at once, but you weren't sure if that one was one of those tons. So you just had to make sure that the idea was at the very least mentioned.
You popped up at Mitsuya's studio again when he handed you a sparkly paper bag, decent size, right as you walked through the door.
"Oooh what's this?" You cooed, taking the bag from him.
Mitsuya grinned, "A gift for you, beautiful— I want you to model it for me."
You licked your lips and smiled, "Just wait— I'll be out soon."
You hurried to the changing room and locked the door, looking in the bag. You pulled out a large white box with a small white box tied together with a purple ribbon. You undid the bow and opened the smaller box, inside it was amethyst earings with tiny diamonds— you were Mitsuya's material girl what can I say. The larger box had one of, if not the most, pretty lingerie set you had ever seen. The lace designs were very detailed— hearts, lavender flowers, and more but pretty wasn't all it was. You could tell your words had his imagination running wild, of course lingerie is supposed to be see through but this was very see through.
Tonight was going to be fun.
Tied to one bra straps with a string was a notecard, you flipped it over and in Mitsuya's clean & cursive handwriting it read,
'For my beautiful girl, thanks for giving me such great ideas— Takashi'
You wanted to kiss Mitsuya right then. He was so good to you— though he had his flaws, being so busy and such, he did his best to find time for you. And you would still show up to his studio unannounced anyway cause it didn't bother him— it actually made his day..
You quickly took off the dress you were wearing and fumbled to get off your orginal bra and panties. You turned away from the mirror, wanting to save your reaction for when you has it all on.
"Now this better fit..." You murmured as you slid on the lavender, lacey panties. The waistband hugged your hips, some of your skin spilling over it. You already knew where this was going, Mitsuya had a thing for you wearing shit a bit too small— like bras, the way your breasts would spill over the top turned him on.
"This is actually comfortable, I didn't expect too much from lace," You grabbed the lacey bra and carefully put it on. (Like you expected the top of your breasts were kind of spilling out). "If he doesn't release a lingerie line m'done." You huffed as you slid the earrings into your earlobe.
Once you had the other earring in you sucked in a sharp breath and turned around to look in the mirror..
You looked yourself up and down, Mitsuya was a fucking blessing. You looked so good, great, finer than fine. "This isn't even funny he needs to drop some shit like this..." You scoffed, hopping on the counter to get a better look. You fluffed out your hair while you made sure everything was straight because there was something deep in your gut telling that once Mitsuya saw you he'd have you leaving the studio a mess.
"How'd he make my tits look so good? But wait Taka's a horny lil shit 'cause I can see my nipples clear as day," You look down and sighed. "And my pussy.."
You applied once last coat of strawberry scented lip gloss from out of your purse. "But Taka needs to destress anyway 'nd I...have the perfect solution." You hummed as you popped your lips.
You got off of the counter and unlocked the bathroom door, peaking out. You could see Mitsuya at his work desk, his leg bouncing up and down while he scribbled something in his sketchbook. He was always thinking.
"I guess he had to distract himself..." You said under you breath as you left the bathroom and made your way over to him.
Mitsuya's ears twitched at the sound of your footsteps and he turned his head to look at you. His eyes widened just a bit as the pencil he was holding slipped out of his fingers. "What're you doin, babe? How're you goin to start other designs when you haven't even seen the finished product modeled? D'you have no faith in me?" You pouted playfully and he gulped, lavender eyes looking you up and down.
He licked his lips, the lingerie hugged and showed off every curve of yours better than any sketch he had drawn.
And that fucking lavender, his leg was still bouncing from trying to keep his composure.
"My ass looks so good in this, you spoil me babe." You giggled while he tried to find the right words.
"You deserve it— you look so beautiful, so fucking beautiful." Mitsuya blurted out, just entranced by your beauty. He rolled his chair from under his desk and you then noticed the obvious buldge in his black jeans.
"I know you've been stressin lately, baby," You walked up closer to Mitsuya and placed you hands on his thighs, causing his breath to hitch. "And durin all of that you made this for me? I'm gonna give you the greatest show you've ever seen, m'kay." You cooed, kneeling down in between his already spread legs. You trailed your hand up his tight until it landed on his buldge. You palmed his clothed dick, resting your cheek against his thigh with a pout.
"You don't have to do that— fuck, I'd...I'd rather go down on you, beautiful—"
You unzipped his pants pulled down his boxers just a little and his hard cock sprang out, the flushed tip slapping against his stomach. You wrapped your hands around the base with pre-cum rolling down the sides. You glanced up at Mitsuya through your lashes and kissed the tip, "Are you saying I don't give good head? That hurt m'feelin's Taka."
Mitsuya gripped your chin, forcing you too look at him.
"Just," He huffed and you gave his cock a little squeeze. "...don't tease me, alright? A call might be coming in soon." He warned you and you nodded, Mitsuya let go of your chin.
"Mmm you have such a pretty dick, 'Kashi.." You mumbled and you weren't wrong. His cock was the same as his skin tone and it faded into the soft red which made up the mushroom tip, you never thought of dicks as any sort of pretty until you saw his for the time.
"Yeah? Lemme see your pretty lips around it then." He snickered and you spit on the tip, swirling your tongue around it until you licked underside of his cock, right over a long vein.
Mitsuya bit his lip and his cock twitched in your grasp before you took him into your mouth. A sharp breath left him as the tightness of your throat tried to reject his length. You hollowed out your cheek and tried to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could but his girth made your jaw begin to ache. You felt tears brim your eyes as you bobbed your head, coming off for air every once and a while—peppering kiss cock with kisses.
Mitsuya stared down at you, petting your hair gently.
"Fuck...oh fuck— that's it, you're so good for me— so pretty with my cock in your mouth.." He stammered, you looked up at him and pulled off of his cock— spit rolled down the base.
"Can you take all of me? 'Wanna take it all—"
A ring filled your ears and Mitsuya groaned in fustration, reaching on his desk and grabbing his vibrating phone.
You gasped as Mitsuya pushed your head down on his cock, you gagged while gripping his thighs. Drool covered your chin as tears fell from your lashes, he pulled his hips back slightly and thrusted into your mouth. The tip bruising the back of your throat while his balls slapped against your chin.
"Dammit.. can you be quiet for me, baby?" He asked you.
You grinned, "Kashi, you should be asking yourself that—"
"Hello? Sorry I took so long to answer, something was holding me up..." Mitsuya mumbled, his tone was so sweet with the phone pressed against his ear.
You could hear a man talking on the other end while you whimpered, making his cock twitch.
Mitsuya placed a finger over his lips before speaking again. "Yeah ...I'm registered. Uh huh, m'actually working on a couple designs— d—dammit," His thrusts picked up speed and Mitsuya grinded his teeth together as you furrowed your brows. "I'm fine... just a papercut." He said breathless.
You could tell he wanted to moan so bad, you wanted to hear it too. Mitsuya's moans were like heaven on earth, what kind of girlfriend would you be to not want to hear such noises.
So you let him use your mouth, jaw hung low as silent breathy gasps left his pink lips. "Uh huh.. I apologize profusely but I," His voice wobbled as he tried to find the words. "I have to go, it's an emergency— girlfriend emergency.." Mitsuya yanked the phone from his ear and hung up, slamming it on his desk.
You flinched and coughed slightly as he lifted your head off of his twitching cock. "Beautiful... fuck it, sit on my lap— let me look at you." Mitsuya panted heavily and you smiled, giving the flushed tip one last kiss that made him a shiver, before you stood up.
"Really," You swung you leg over his lap and held his cock while your clothed pussy pressed against it. "You're so good to me though, babe. Just ask me 'n I'll give it."
"When was the last time I let you in..no condom?" You whispered with a grin.
Mitsuya gulped, "Been about a month or two."
Mitsuya stared at your lips before glancing up at your eyes, you gave a slight nod and he quickly pressed his own against yours. You hummed against him delight as his slender fingers felt up your body, squeezing and pinching you in all the right places. "M'fuckin' in love with you...love you so much." Mitsuya murmured and you clung onto him and grinded against him. His cock brushed against your throbbing clit making you gasp and let out a soft moan. Mitsuya pulled back, licking your strawberry gloss on his lips. "Let me prep you, baby." He said.
You whined, "M'fine 'Kashi..just fuck me already."
Mitsuya scoffed, giving you one last glance with one of the hottest smirks you've seen from him. You chewed on your bottom lip as Mitsuya held his cock, reminding you, "I thought you were the one giving me a show?"
You grinned, "You're right."
You pulled your panties to the side, your cunt dripping as you covered over Mitsuya's cock. His breath shuddered as you motioned for him to let go. "I got it 'Kashi," You took over keeping his cock still and rubbed the tip in between your folds, wetting it.. "No hands alright?" You teased and Mitsuya gripped the armrests, his stare intense as you sunk down on his cock. Your warm, gummy walls squeezed around it..making you tremble.
You began to bounce yourself on his dick, your wet pussy gushing around him everytime you slammed back down. "Y—You're right here," You told him shakily, guiding his hand to your stomach. Mitsuya panted heavily, the imprint of his cock pressed against his palm. "I feel you Taka.." You cried out, clit aching from the lack of attention.
"S—So deep...holy fuck Takashi.." You moaned, adjusting around his fat cock. The tip deep within your gut and the base stretching to your pussy to the brim. You placed your hand on Mitsuya's chest, his heartbeat running rampant. You glanced up at him and the sight of his flushed cheeks and clenched jaw made you nervous.
"...Your pussy feels like fuckin heaven," Mitsuya whined as you leaned back a bit, making the sight of his cock dissappearing and reappearing even more noticeable. "Taking me so well— so perfect. Ridin my cock so beautifully, you're a Goddess..."
But you were putty in his hands.
You whimpered and rolled your hips as your fingers rubbed your clit, your back arched and lips in a 'o' shape. "A—A Goddess?" You mumbled and Mitsuya grinned, gripping your hips. "Yeah pretty girl, A. Fucking. Goddess." He groaned and you tried to keep up the act, you tried to only let him watch.
You desperately clung onto Mitsuya. He chuckled, kissing your temple gently, "Holy fuck you got tight, you like that huh? Me praising you 'nd that pretty pussy?"
You gasped as Mitsuya lifted you off of his cock and slammed you back down while thrusting his fat cock up into you at the same time. He somehow got deeper, the tip kissing your cervix. Your entire body trembled while he fucked you, the fat of your ass clapped and rippled against his wet thighs. "Ohh God! Ohh Fuuuck! 'Kashi slow— please slow down!" You begged and he rubbed your lower back. "Lemme see you again, lemme see that beautiful face again." He murmured.
You pulled back hesitantly, tears filled your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. Your swollen glossy lips was all he could stare at. And you, damn, you couldn't get over how good he looked. Slow down? No you wanted him to fuck you until you couldn't think. "C'mere." Mitsuya mumbled, gripping your chin with one hand once again while snaking the other around your waist to continue bouncing you up and down.
He gave you a fat kiss, which turned into a sloppy make out session. You babbled incoherently, his cock so deep that it felt like he was in your chest. "Breathe darling.. fuck yeah..I know baby, I know." Mitsuya whispered before he kissed your forehead.
You gripped slightly unbuttoned shirt, and what a sobbing mess you were— eyes rolled back in your head, toes curled, and legs a shaking mess.
"Please! It's too— too much! 'Kashi please!"
He panted, "Beautiful, you gonna cum, ain't ya?"
You couldn't respond, every part of your body was only focusing on the waves please rushing through you.
Mitsuya chuckled as your breaths grew uneven and your pussy squeezed his cock tight. Your fingers sped up while rubbing your clit and you chanted his name like no fucking tomorrow.
"Hah...it's okay baby, I know, I feel can that pretty cunt twitching around me. Let it out, beautiful.. let it all out..."
"M—M'cummin'! Ohh fuuck Takashi I—"
You gushed around his cock, spurts of your release landing on his shirt. Mitsuya didn't mind, his attention was only on helping you ride out your orgasm. His thrusts slowed down along with his movements while bouncing you, he dragged you up and down his cock— letting you feel all of him and he felt all of you. Your pussy was still throbbing and felt tighter than ever...it felt good— really good. His swollen balls ached as your ass slapped against them each time he brought you down. He needed to cum and it had to be inside you.
The intensity of your orgasm soon faded and you collapsed against Mitsuya's chest, twitching and panting shakily with moans here or there from the overstimulation.
That was enough to set him over the edge.
"Can I cum...cum inside of you? Can I fill you up, beautiful?" He groaned.
You sniffled, "I want your babies...'Kashi, gimme your babies please.."
"You want my babies? Fuck I'll give you them m'kay," Mitsuya groaned, slamming you down harshly. "I'll fill you up 'till my cum's spilling out, pretty girl.."
"I love you, baby," Mitsuya told you. "You're absolutely perfect."
You choked on tears and whimpered pathetically as Mitsuya's thick, warm cum stuffed you full.
You both attempted to catch your breath, kissing each other a little while doing so.
You licked your lips and smiled, "I love you too Takashi."
His cock grew soft inside of you and Mitsuya carefully pulled you off of him. Your cheeks grew warm from embarrassment as his cum leaked out of you onto your panties and some escaped on your thighs. "Well that's not good," Mitsuya pouted playfully and you could feel his cock harden once again. "Are you willing to go again?" He asked in a gentle tone.
You unclipped your bra and let it drop to the floor. "Are you willing to drop a lingerie collection?"
"No."
You were taken aback by the quickness of his response, "Huh? But why—"
"—I only want to see you in it," He pecked your lips. "And I doubt I could design good lingerie for anyone but you, beautiful."
"Because I'm your personal model?" You scoffed.
"Because you're my Goddess,"
He corrected and you couldn't find a rebuttal due to flusteredness.
"Now ...can my pretty Goddess bend over my desk and let me fill her up again?"
Summary: Y/N is home and has to face her boyfriend, Mikey, once he arrives. [Imma be honest w ya'll cuz this fic might seem OOC for some ppl, Mikey is not my number one choice in TR in fact ion rlly care abt him all that much, good character, good looking, just not my cup of tea so I don't really know how to write him very well honestly]
Warnings: degradation, humiliation, manhandling, angst, (but it depends on what you consider angst), pet names, public sex, language, dirty talk, cheating/adultery, cockwarming, unprotected sex idfk, Y/N hoeing around !!!CONTAINS SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS!!!
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
-Part One-
You jumped up at the sound of the front door handle jiggle before it swung open. You pressed your lips together as your boyfriend, Mikey, stumbled in— leaving the front door to the penthouse wide open.
The light from the hallway seeped into entrance area.
"Mikey," You quickly stood up and adjusted your silky nightgown. "you've been gone for a while..."
Lucky for you, Draken hadn't covered in any hickey's that would raise eyebrows but your ass was still bruised.
Mikey looked up at you and walked over towards you. He licked his lips as he pressed himself close to you. It was like he was using you to balance but he seemed sober, the only thing he smelt like was the Vanilla & Oak cologne you had gifted to him for his birthday and the Black & Milds he smokes.
"I've been looking for you," He mumbled as he traced his finger down your neck. "...lookin' all over for my presious princess..."
You gulped and felt Mikey's lips dig into your cheek, they were soft as per usual. He let out a long sigh that sent shivers down your spine. "I even," Mikey chuckled as he leaned into your ear. "I even sent Sanzu to keep an eye on you all day— just to make sure you were safe.."
Everything seemed the slow down and your body had never felt so still...not once.
Did he know?
No, of course he knew.
"You...did what?" You whispered and Mikey pulled away but moment you got a full view of his face his hand grabbed your own, squishing your cheeks together. You expected more anger but he only smiled softly, his eyes not even showing hint of anger— of anything.
Like always.
Mikey licked his lips, staring at your face a bit longer before his eyes eyes trailed down your body. The nightgown you were wearing was see-through, the moonlight from the large window made it very clear that you had nothing on under it except your lace panties.
"Fuck," Mikey let go of your face and let his eyes fall shut as he took a step back. "how long has it been? 'Since we had sex?" He asked you.
You stared down at the floor and nervously played with your nails.
"A month— if we're talking intercourse..."
Another chuckle left his lips, "How long have you been seeing him?"
You couldn't seem to answer, your mouth wouldn't allow or maybe you, yourself wouldn't.
"You fucked another man, continued to sleep in the same bed as me every night, but somehow you can't look me in the eye—"
"—That's wrong! You're," You blurted out, your fists clenched as you glared at him with glossy eyes. "...you're never home! I sleep in our bed alone— It's not only about the sex, it's just...you don't even talk to me anymore!"
Mikey clicked his tongue as you looked back at the wide open front door. You stomach churned as his hand found your waist. His fingers dug into your side and you bit your bottom lip as your cheeks heated up.
"What? You scared the neighbors are going to hear? Let them...based on what Sanzu told me he could hear you from outside of the shop." He hummed and tears fell from your eyes, rolling down every curve and ridge of your face. Your make up and mascara a mess. You felt his grip on you loosen as he groaned, "Just tell me how long you've been seeing him, babe."
You sniffled, "A few months..."
Mikey raised a brow and scratched the back of his head with his freehand. "You're the one whose crying? Shouldn't I be crying right now," You had to agree but for some reason the tears just wouldn't stop pouring out. You hated crying, personally you considered it when you looked your absolute worst, but Mikey always said you looked rather pretty— Draken would say it too, you knew they used to be really close but it seemed even now some things were still similar between them. "I spoil you too much...I give you everything, a new car, jewelry, designer clothes and bags, yet you're crying because you slept with Ken?" He said it slow, to emphasize how stupid it sounded when said outloud.
"I just— I just wanted my boyfriend..." You cried while desperately trying to wipe away your tears only for more to replace them.
Mikey frowned and watched as you cried before him while he chewed on his inner cheek. "But care about him, don't you?" He pointed out.
That one made your tears come to slight halt.
Of course you cared about Draken, after all the the both of you spent together if anything were to happen to him you'd be distraught. You were sure he felt somewhat the same for you, well at least you hoped he did. Still, you weren't sure if you considered that you falling for him.
You replied in a hushed tone, "I—I do but—"
You squealed as Mikey's lips locked with your own, after you processed the whole ordeal you quickly kissed him back. You let his tongue venture your mouth like he had never kissed you prior. His lips were soft and you could taste the Black & Milds he had smoked before arriving. The air between the two of you was hot and thick as you both pulled away with now swollen lips.
"That's what's wrong with you," Mikey kissed you once more, his hand leaving your waist and cupping the back of your head while the other fondling with one of your breasts. You whimper while he pinched and flicked your already sensitive nipples through your nightgown. "You have no patience— no discipline. You need a reality check, babe." He muttered while you panted and squirmed in his hold.
"Wha..." You mumbled and Mikey nodded toward your nightgown before he slowly pulled off of your body.
You felt the cold air against your bare skin and shivered. As the gown uncovered your chest fully you covered your breasts with your arms and looked at Mikey, your eyes were puffy along with your nose from crying. "The neighbors they'll see me and hear me while..." You trailed off while Mikey tossed your nightgown to the floor.
"What's a few more going to hurt? Another man's dick," He cupped your pussy with his hand and you let out a moan as he stroked his finger over your clothed slit. "has already been in here anyway."
You gasped as Mikey pulled you in close, his hand still on your pussy as he buried his face in you neck. "I just wanna fuck you," He pouted. "...just wanna know if this pussy's worth keepin'." You stiffened up when Mikey pushed your panties to the side and rubbed your puffy pussy before spreading your lips apart and playing with your clit. You held onto him while soft mewls left you and echoed throughout the penthouse. Bouncing from wall to wall.
You feel Mikey's gaze on your ass and he then pulled his fingers from under your panties. You whined as he removed his face from your neck, holding up his fingers for the both of you to see. You could barely look at the sight without feeling embarrassed— especially when more of your arousal dampened your panties and inner thighs at that very second.
"Seems like your pussy was cryin' too..."
Mikey slid his fingers into his mouth and gathered your arousal on his tongue. His cheeks were dusted a soft red and a quiet moans that came from deep within his throat filled your ears. Just the taste of you had him moaning, and a look that was as sharp as a knife landed on you, behind you, and back on you.
"Go to the window." He ordered you and it took a minute before you even took the smallest of steps.
"Go on Y/N." Mikey repeated and you turned around completely, not wanting to look at him even though you could feel gaze.
You walked over the large window of the penthouse, the window with little tint and no blinds, the window that looked over Tokyo, the strip, and the parking lot of the penthouses. The window where anyone could see you completely exposed if they looked hard enough.
You stopped a nice few feet in front of the glass and you heard Mikey's footsteps approach you from behind. His hands fondled your breasts causing your breath to hitch as you turned into putty against him. He pressed his very obvious bulge in between your ass and sighed, "M'gonna fuck you right here," He kissed your temple. "gonna fuck right on this window for all of Tokyo to see, pretty baby."
Before you could respond you noticed Mikey's reflection in the window, his finger twirling in circular motion to signal you to turn around.
You slowly whipped around and glanced at Mikey through your lashes, your pussy clenched around nothing as he pulled the gold and black hair-tie you had weaved for him off of his wrist and tied his bangs back. He somehow must've felt your staring because in the midst of tying up his bangs his eyes fluttered open, the dark bags under his eyes were even more evident since his eyes were all you could focus on. You never could tell what he was thinking, no once.
"Take your panties off."
Your fingers curled around the thin lace waistband of your panties. Your acrylic nails clanked against each other while you glanced back at the city of Tokyo. It was lit up like usual and you could see crowds of people just enjoying their night. The moment those panties came off you'd be at their dismay.
You looked back over at Mikey, "Manjiro, I—"
"Take your panties off, babe." His words came out harsh even with the pet name he threw in there.
You slid down your panties with an embarrassed expression. Mikey stuck out his hand and you placed them in his palm. "So you can listen." He whispered and all you could focus on was how good he looked with that hairstyle. Mikey stood closer to you, to the point where your bare ass was pressed against the cool glass. He placed his arm next your head and your foreheads touched as he kissed your nose. You opened your mouth to speak only for Mikey to shove your wadded up panties inside your mouth. You stared at him shocked as the taste of your slick tingled your tastebuds. Mikey smiled and raised his index finger to his lips, "You said they'll hear you and now they won't, so shhhh..."
His hands then groped and pinched every part of you as they traveled down your body. You whimpered and stared down at Mikey while he left wet kisses under your breasts, on your stomach, and finally he dropped to his knees. He panted as he stared at your dripping cunt and wet thighs.
"You have such a pretty pussy,"
Mikey gripped your thighs and hoisted your legs onto his shoulders. A muffled yelp left your lips and Mikey's mouth right up on your cunt.
"...so pretty—"
You threw your head back against the glass as Mikey's tongue slid in between your folds. He buried his face deeper into you, your taste was something he craved— even if you wronged him...your taste, that was all he needed. You rolled your hips against his face, desperate for more friction, desperate for him to acknowledge your throbbing clit.
Mikey glared up at you and pulled his mouth away, strings of arousal still connecting the both of you. His grip on your thighs was tight, so tight that it hurt. But in a way, it reassured you he wouldn't let you fall.
"Can't I enjoy a meal without you annoying me? Shit," Mikey sunk his teeth into your inner thigh. "that's all you ever do."
Your clit twitched as Mikey wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked and flicked it with his tongue. Your toes curled as moans tried to force there way through the fabric gagging you. He focused back on your hole, slipping his tongue inside you. Mikey groaned at the feeling of your walls tighten around the tip of his tongue and the vibrations went straight to your clit. You tried not to move, you wanted him to forgive you, you needed him to forgive you.
Though a thought lingered in your mind— Draken was inside you raw a few hours earlier, and Mikey knew to some extent that Draken was inside you yet eating you out wasn't an issue to him. You had showered of course but it was just slightly shocking to you.
Mikey let go of one of your thighs and let it fall om his shoulder completely. He used his free thumb to rub your clit while he focused his mouth on devouring you.
You cried and shook your head as you gripped Mikey's tied back hair. Your legs shook as the pleasure built up inside of you, he was going to hate you for coming, you already knew it. This made you feel good but at the end of the day this gave him pleasure. You tugged at Mikey's hair and tried to warn him with muffled cries of his name. He probably understood but just didn't give a shit. But once his tongue brushed against your g-spot ever so slightly, that did it for you. Your eyes flickered back in your head, the moan that left you was so loud that the gag didn't even do that well of a job.
Mikey brought his mouth from your cunt and you sobbed as your approaching orgasm withered away, you were right there, your release was right there. He licked his lips and sighed while your eyes stung from your tears.
"Woulda thought you were high based on how red ya eyes are," Mikey took your legs off of his shoulders and you slumped back against the window. "Seems like the gag isn't workin' either." He hummed as he pulled your now soaked panties from your mouth. You coughed and Mikey stared at your damp cheeks before tossing your panties on the floor.
"M'sorry," You apologized. "M—M'sorry Manjiro! But I wanna cum! P—Please Manjiro, I wanna cum real' bad..."
Mikey's lips curled into a smile, "I know, but you've came plenty today already haven't you."
You gasped as Mikey flipped you over to where you were now staring out of the window. You subconsciously stuck out your ass and rested your arms on the glass pane. "Look at you, it's like your body just knows what time it is." Mikey said in a slightly amused tone.
He tossed off his black shirt and you could hear him fumble with his pants before his cock slapped again your bruised ass. You whimpered while Mikey caressed the curve of your ass cheeks. "You let another man leave you all red 'n bruised..." He murmured under his breath. "...m'fucking you until you can't think straight."
You glanced back at Mikey and he immediately noticed, "Keep your eyes forward," You obliged. "Now watch yourself get fucked along with all of Tokyo."
You felt the tip of Mikey's cock slid over your slit and you bit down on your bottom lip. Your pussy twitched around his fat tip as he guided it into your hole, his precum and your slick mixed together. You let out a low moan and your fingerprints smudged the glass. Your pussy grasped around him, not letting him go— trying to suck more of of his dick in. "M—More," You sniffled. "please Manjiro..."
He grunted and gripped your ass as he pushed his cock further inside of your pussy. Your face was hot and you panted, your breath fogging up the glass.
Your gummy walls pulsated around his cock once he finally bottomed out, your back arched and your knees buckled. It's not that Mikey's dick was bigger than Draken, Mikey's was more girthy while Draken's was more lengthy, but with the mix of the overstimulation and how long it's been since Mikey's been inside you, it didn't fucking matter. Your pussy stretched around the base and Mikey's balls were pressed firm against your ass.
"Fuck, this pussy'd make any man go crazy," Mikey muttered as he pulled his hips back. "which doesn't help me a bit, pretty baby..."
You whined once again and Mikey harshly slammed himself back into you while his fingers pinched and flicked your clit. His abdomen slapped against your ass and he watched it jiggle against his skin. Your eyes went wide as Mikey held onto one of your love handles firmly. The entirety of air within your lungs was gone and your back arched even further as your pussy fluttered around his cock. The tip was pressed firmly against your cervix and his girthy base applied extreme pressure to your g-spot. A high pitch and airy gasp left you as your pussy creamed around his cock.
Mikey raised his hand from your hip and frowned while you tried to breathe and collect yourself after your sudden orgasm.
"One thrust and you're already creamin' on my dick, can't even let me have a bit of fun.." He grumbled.
You glanced down at the floor, your slick and cum dripped onto the marble tile. "I—I needed to cum...m'sorry, it was— it was just buildin' up Manjiro 'n I had t—" Your explanation was cut off by another harsh thrust from Mikey and you babbled on nonsense as the sound of your squelching pussy and wet slaps carried out into the hall. "M'fuckin' tired of you always tryin' to explain'," He mumbled.. "just admit that you did wrong and apologize, that's it."
You let out a squeal as Mikey continuously rubbed your sensitive clit. And your pussy was already swollen and stinging no matter how much pleasure Mikey gave you.
He found his way to your breasts and fondled and groped one with his freehand while the other freely bounced along with the aggressive rhythm he had created. "I love your tits, so soft." Mikey hummed as he hid his face in the crook of your neck and left hickeys on your skin.
You could feel Mikey deep in your belly and it made you squeeze around him tightly.
It air was so thick that you could barely breathe and Mikey bit into your neck. It stung but it also felt good. "I wanna suck your tits." Mikey pulled out mid-trust and flipped you on your side. You panted and he got a decent look at your face while he threw one of your legs over his shoulders. You stared at him, pouting your swollen lips, soaked cheeks with more tears on the way, furrowed brows, and running makeup. And he had to wonder if you, Boten's Princess, was staring at Ken, the man who he used to call bestfriend, the same way.
"Did you," Mikey pushed his cock back into you slowly. "...like being tossed around, Y/N?"
Your lips parted ready to give him the answer you were sure he desired but nothing came.
Mikey gave you a blank stare, "That's fine, I already know."
In the span of a second his lips were wrapped around your nipple, kissing and licking your breasts while he found his deadly rhythm again.
You moaned loudly and your body felt like it was on fire, you clit was being abused to the point where after this was over you probably would collapse. Mikey's cock would rub against your sensitive bud every time he moved.
"M—Manjiro it's good," You whimpered and his eyes fell on your lips. "s—so good!"
"You gonna give me another, you gonna cum again?"
Your response was muffled as Mikey kissed you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck. His tongue sloppily glided across your lips while you grinded your hips into Mikey's, desperate to come. Your body shuddered as the overwhelming feeling of your second orgasm washed over your entire body and you gushed around Mikey's cock, covering the base in another layer of your sticky cum.
He moaned softly into your lips, fucking you through your high until his hips began to stutter and his thrusts grew sloppy.
"A—Are you on birth control?" He grunted.
You clung onto him tightly, "Y—Yes! Fuck yes!"
Mikey groaned and pressed himself close to you as he came deep inside of your cunt, your pussy milking as much as you could from him in that very moment. You sniffled and whimpered while still holding onto Mikey. He panted and just stayed inside of you, pressing his face into your breasts while your warm and wet cunt fluttered around his cock."Ya smell good...like Vanilla..." He mumbled into your skin and the worst thought imaginable popped into your head...
This would be even better if Ken was here too.
Guilt immediately struck you and you didn't even notice that Mikey's hair had come undone. You brushed his white bangs back as he looked up at you with an emotionless expression.
"You don't have to love me,"
You frowned, "Huh..?"
"Just stay beside me...just a bit longer, 'kay pretty baby?"
-[Y'know it's been a good couple of months since I've posted and looking back on Pt. 1 of Vanilla Wafers, it doesn't even feel like Pt. 1 bc my writing has changed so much 💀]-
Summary: Y/N and Draken have been hooking for a while now and Y/N has a big secret that is about to be unveiled.
Warnings: smut, F/M, daddy kink, lots of degradation, some praise, cheating, cum play? (I guess, bro I don't really know), dirty talk, this is post timeskip, slight overstimulation, pet names, humiliation, vaginal intercourse, public sex, did I say degradation?, unprotected sex (or just imagine Y/N has birthcontrol idgaf) !!!CONTAINS SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS!!!
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
-Part Two-
It had been so long that you had forgot how this even started.
But you knew you didn't want it to end.
Your eyes rolled back in your eyes as large hands dug into your plush ass. You uncovered your mouth and choked on tears as your knees gave out.
"Draken! D-Draken it's too much!"
His entire office was filled with the sound of you desperately trying to hide your moans, Draken shamelessly groaning as he took you from behind, and his abdomen slapping against your ass with each of his thrusts.
"Fuck- don't act like you can't take it, how many times have I fucked you on this desk?" He taunted but the only reply that left your lips was a high pitch squeal. Draken's thrusts grew faster and his cock brushed against your cervix everytime he moved, "Everyone knows why you come here- it's not that hard to figure out if you leave with messy hair, hickey's, and your legs wobble everytime you try to take a step."
You whimpered, your jaw went slack as a series of moans left your lips. "Fuck- oh fuck s'good!" You cried out and Draken chuckled, his thumb stroked the curve of your ass.
"Yo Draken," There was a knock at his office door, "the new tools arrived."
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you clawed at Draken's desk, you wanted to stop moaning but you couldn't, you felt too good- way too good to not make any noise.
"Yeah- fuck- can you sort them out for me?" Draken questioned like he wasn't literally taking you from behind at that very moment.
"Yeah, got it."
Just like that the conversation was over and you felt nothing but embarrassed. You knew he could hear you from the other side of that door. Draken was right at the fact you had become his well known hookup.
"Do you know who that was, baby?" He asked and you nodded slowly. "Mhm it- it was Inui!" You whined and he chuckled. "Yeah it was, yet you kept moaning like a whore and I know you're not a whore, you're not a slut either so do you just lack the dignity?" Draken grunted and you sniffled while tears clung onto your bottom lashes, "I dunno..."
"You don't know? So what," Draken pulled out and flipped you on your back. You stared up at him with teary eyes and he placed his thumb under your bottom lip. "Can you not think? Do you not have a brain up there," Your lip trembled as Draken dragged his fingers down you neck and over your breasts, giving them a squeeze. "I doubt that since you came to me in lingerie that was my favorite color and these pretty thigh highs so you had to have put some thought into that." Draken concluded and you gasped as he pushed his cock back inside you with one swift movement.
"Tell me sweetheart, what's got you acting like a whore?"
You let out a loud moan as Draken pushed your legs back against your chest and rolled his hips against you slowly. "Hold your legs." He said and you took over the job of keeping your legs spread. You two had fucked like this before but you always found it embarrassing, you were so spread open for him- he could see everything clearly. Draken placed a hand on your pelvis and rubbed your clit with his thumb, you threw your head back and gasped.
Draken muttered, "Come on, tell me baby."
"...I-It's you- I'm only a whore for you Ken- only you!" You confessed and his stared down at you with a grin, his cock felt like it got even more hard inside of you.
"Me? So you're saying it's my fault?" He scoffed as he leaned down. Your faces were only inches apart. You shook your head and tried to explain but Draken began to thrust into you quickly. You bit down on your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut while Draken's pelvis slapped against your skin.
"But why'd you come to me hm? I'm well aware that you have a boyfriend,"
Draken whispered as he leaned into your ear.
"Is Mikey not enough for you?"
Your eyes shot open and you looked at Draken with a nervous expression but all he did was kiss your temple. "Y-You knew..." You mumbled. Draken pulled away just a bit and chuckled. "You're the head of Botens girl how could I not? So be a bit grateful," Draken gripped your hips. "Cause if we get found out by Boten do you know whose in for it?" He asked.
You began, "You-" Draken shushed you.
"That's not my name, princess." Draken hummed.
Draken pulled his finger away and you stared up at him nervously. You murmured, "...Daddy'll be in for it."
"Oh? Well damn," Draken grinned. "I wasn't going for that but shit I'll take it."
You pressed your lips against Draken's and let go of your legs. (but it didn't really matter because Draken was pressed so close against you) You ran your fingers through his long black hair as his cock slid in and out of you at a rapid speed. Your slick covered your thighs and with each thrust it dampened Draken's pants. You moaned into the kiss, letting Draken's tongue explore every inch of your mouth. Your clit throbbed due to his cock dragging against it every time he moved.
"So you're Daddy's little whore huh? I bet you like getting tossed around between two men like this," You dug your nails into Draken's back as his cock continuously brushed against your sweetspot. "Don't you, princess?"
Tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "I-It's not like that- ohhhh fuck," You tugged on his silky locks. "I'm close! M-M'close Daddy!" You cried out as your pussy tightened around Draken's cock. Your stomach twisted and turned in the most uncomfortable way and you dug your nails into Draken's scalp as your toes curled.
"Are you going to come for me, baby?"
You nodded eagerly.
"Uh huh go and come on Daddy's cock, princess." Draken groaned and right as his cock slammed into your cervix. Your eyes rolled back in your head and a loud moan left your lips as your came all around Draken's cock. You hid your face in the crook of Draken's neck while you pressed your nails further into his skin.
"That's it," Draken chuckled. "I knew you had a brain up there."
Broken sobs left your lips as Draken continued to fuck you through your high. Your pussy was absolutely sensitive and your legs wouldn't stop shaking. "How about you taste Daddy's cum this time," You then felt Draken slowly pull out of your cunt and you watched with confusion as he sat up straight. "So when you go back to Mikey and be all lovey dovey- kissing him and shit...he'll know Boten's little princess was fucking another man." Draken teased.
Your legs fell limp on the desk, they were spread wide with your swollen pussy on display and Draken held the base of his twitching cock. "Stick out your tongue f'Daddy." He ordered and you didn't hesitate to do so.
He grunted as he began to stroke his cock right in front of your face. You pressed your sore thighs together as the already red tip was growing even redder. Draken groaned, "Fuck princess..."
You watched as Draken cheeks flushed pink while he furrowed his brows before you squeezed your eyes shut. His cum then shot on your tongue and some your face. You opened one eyes since the other had cum dripping over your eyelid.
"Such a pretty sight...swallow,"
Draken whispered and you closer your mouth and swallowed his cum the best you could. It was warm and slightly salty, honestly you hated every second of swallowing it.
"Show me."
You stuck out your tongue once again and earned a smile from Draken. "That's a good girl," He gathered some tissues and cleaned your face off gently. "you're such a spoiled little princess." He hummed and you felt your face grow warm with nervousness.
Draken threw away the tissues and fixed himself up before gathering your lingerie set and and the short dress you had wore when you came to the shop earlier. He helped clean you up a bit more and honestly you started to feel that maybe he was spoiling you for you only being a hookup.
You slid on your lace panties and clipped on the top of your lingerie. You braced yourself as you stood up from Draken's desk and a wince immediately left your lips. "Hey, take it easy." Draken warned you and you shook your head, "I...I have to go Ken."
Draken sighed as you fumbled with your dress and forced you to look up at him. "...Don't take what I said seriously, there's nothing you have to worry about." He explained and you stared off to the side. "Why didn't you tell me you knew I was dating Mikey?" You questioned and Draken was quiet for a moment, "I wanted to see if you would ever tell me buuut I got lost in the heat of moment so I guess now you know that I know."
Draken stroked your cheek with his thumb and kissed you deeply, "Be safe, princess."
You nodded shyly as you slid on your flats while Draken ushered to the door of his office, still shirtless. You caught a glimpse of his back and damn did you fuck it up. He looked like a tiger, each scratch was red and puffy and had you check under your nails to see if you didn't take any of his skin with you.
You could barely walk straight and Draken rolled his eyes as he opened his office door.
You stepped out before quickly turning around, "Ken, I-" Just like earlier he shushed you but this time you frowned.
"Don't say shit you might regret...hey do ya know what you remind me of Y/N,"
You shook your head with a scoff, "What?"
"Vanilla Wafers." Draken said.
You raised a brow.
"Everyone wants a piece of you and even though you know it's wrong you let 'em have it. 'Cause in your own way you're just too sweet for your own good."
-[I REALLY THOUGHT I ATE WITH THAT TITLE DROP 😭💀 ...this is definitely getting a part two btw]-
Summary: Sukuna needs a wife to give him heirs and every women presented to him so far doesn't fit his criteria but then you appear, unlike most people who offered him gold, jewels, and well...women, you did the unthinkable and offered the King of Curses a bowl of berries.
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, toxic!sukuna, virgin!Y/N, public sex, humiliation, dumbification, degradation, slight dacryphilia, squirting, fingering, pet names, F/M, vaginal intercourse, cherry popping, mentions of blood, sukuna is lwky misogynistic, and when I mean Sukuna I mean og Sukuna- four arms, four eyes, four mouths kinda deal.
Fandom: Jujustu Kaisen/JJK
Sukuna rested on his throne with a bored expression.
Looking for a wife was rather difficult. Most women were given to him as offerings to protect the village from which they came from. Every women he ended up refusing and just slaughtering the village anyway and eating the residents. Sukuna wasn't really looking for a wife to love and nurture he was looking for a wife that could please him and bear his children. Nothing out the ordinary for those times but still cruel none the less.
Human women were fun to eat and play around with but to actually give one the title of his wife- that disgusted him.
So here he was alone. As usual but he was used to it by now. Sukuna had been craving something for the past few days, he didn't know whether it was human meat or sex. He sometimes got the two mixed up. Either way he needed some offerings and no one was offering him anything for the sole reason that he had already slaughtered all of the villages near him.
"Fuck," Sukuna raised two of his arms in front him and stretched. Then there was the loud echo of his chamber doors opening. "Hmm?" Sukuna raised the brow as you walked inside of his throne room with a simple bowl of red berries, grapes, etc. in hand. It was odd. Could you not see the human skulls and skeletons lying about? You weren't blind were you?
"Speak."
You knelt down in front of his throne and you pushed it forward. "My Lord," You gulped and kept your eyes on the floor. "An offering, I offer the most fresh berries grown in my family's orchard if you spare us." You said and Sukuna sat up a bit more a grin of amusement growing on his face. "Who is this us?" This had to be joke or were you really that stupid? Berries. You really thought the king of curses would be satisfied with berries. "Just my family, my Lord. You have slaughtered all the villages in the area and the next closest thing is my family's estate. I came here on my own accord- as a precaution...my Lord." You added another just to be sure.
Sukuna could tell you were afraid, you were trembling for heavens sake. "A precaution," Sukuna chuckled and leaned forward.
"Stand, woman."
You stood up quickly. Your eyes glued to the floor and you tried your best to keep your composure as Sukuna burst out into laughter. "O-Oh my! I've never met such a human," He caught his breath and leaned back in his throne. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He ordered and you stared at up at him.
"Have you ever had sex?" He asked flat out and your face grew warm, "No...no my Lord." Sukuna eyes widened slightly. "Really? Has anyone ever asked you to be their wife?" You shook your head and he looked you up and down. "It's rather shocking to me since you gave such a great body for bearing children." He murmured and you gulped, "I've heard that plenty times before...I've been asked to be a mistress though and less of a wife."
"Come," Sukuna patted his knee and you stood up straighter than before. "Come sit."
You looked around and he chuckled. "It's just us," Sukuna gaze grew dark the more he stared at you. "Don't make me repeat myself." He hummed and you made your way onto his knee, gasping at the feeling of one of his hands squeezing your waist. "Now tell me," Sukuna watched as you pressed your thighs together. Had a man never touched you in such a manner at all before? "You wish for me to spare your family and you offer me- the king of curses- the man that slaughters and eats those below him, berries?" Sukuna recalled and you pressed your lips together, "Yes my Lord," You adjusted your spot on his knee and looked up at him. "I've heard you love your wine- those berries make the finest wine in the lands." You blurted out and Sukuna licked his lips. "You have a smart mouth woman."
You couldn't help but smile a bit. "I apologize, my Lord."
Sukuna looked down at the bowl of berries then back at you. You did have a nice body not just for bearing children but in general. A pretty face too. But you had no experience in sex- he didn't have the time to wait for you to figure it out. He needed heirs now. Also you were a human. Sukuna hadn't a clue of what children with a human would end up like. Also he would have to take you as his wife- a lowly human as his wife.
"I will consider your offer," You whimpered as one of Sukuna's fingers slid under your dress and began to stroke your clothed cunt. "Under the conditions that you give me a child. If you get pregnant quick then we'll marry and you will be mine- your purpose only to please me and to bear my children," You fell back against Sukuna's chest and covered your mouth as your panties grew damp. "If you refuse I'll slaughter you and your family without a second thought."
That was fair wasn't it?
"Oh yes what is your name?" Sukuna questioned.
"My name is Y/N."
Sukuna nodded and repeated your name under his breath, trying to figure out if he would call you that or stick with woman.
"M-My Lord," You uncovered your mouth as Sukuna tore off your dress. Your bare breasts were exposed to the cold, dead air of his chambers. He threw the fabric to the floor and slowly slid down your now soaked panties. "I'll do it," You shivered at the feeling of the pads of Sukuna's fingers brush against your dripping cunt. "My Lord I-I've never felt like this before..." You whispered and Sukuna leaned into your ear.
"Just watch."
He stroked your cunt gently, gathering your slick around his fingers before slipping one in between your folds. "H-Hahh! I-I..." You squirmed in his grasp as another finger slide inside of you.
Sukuna stroked your walls grinning at the sight of more of your slick gush out, dirtying his robe. "It feels weird!" You cried out as Sukuna pushed another finger inside. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you made your head spin, wasn't the sex supposed to be after marriage?
"Look at yourself," He watched as you looked down at your pussy coating his fingers with it's slick.
It hurt. It hurt so bad but felt so good.
Was this pleasure?
"M-More! Oh please- please it feels good!" You mumbled and Sukuna brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles around the throbbing bud. You eyes went wide and a high pitch squeal left your lip, your toes curling at the feeling. "My stomach- o-oh it feels tingly- m-mmgh! S'good! S'good My Lord!" You moaned and Sukuna brought up one of his hands and began to fondle with your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipples. "Look at you, such a whore for my fingers. I thought you were a virgin?" He snickered and you stared at your cunt that was easily taking in his fingers with shame.
Was this really you? Babbling for a murderer's mere fingers.
"I don't like it- I don't like the way my stomach feels-" You whimpered and Sukuna brought a hand from your breasts and placed it on your stomach. "It feels like something wants to come out doesn't it?" He hummed while stroking your belly and you nodded with tears brimming your eyes.
"That's good- you gotta let it come out or you won't feel good." Sukuna explained as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You whined and moaned loudly as squirted just a bit on Sukuna's fingers. "Oh," Sukuna laughed and began to fondle with your breasts again. "The little virgin girl is going to squirt only after her first time getting fingered? Go on squirt for me, you whore." He spat.
Tears rolled down your hot cheeks as your legs began to shake. You let out a whine as your juices squirted all out onto the floor and Sukuna's thighs.
You slumped back against Sukuna's chest and caught your breath. "You're a mess," Sukuna slid his fingers out of you and noticed blood coating the tips of his fingers. "Well would ya look at that. Did I pop the virgin's cherry before I even put my cock in?" He teased and you could only whimper in response due the slight soreness from it.
Sukuna used two of his arms to hook your legs up and another one to bring his cock out from his robe. It was rock hard and the bright red tip leaking pre-cum. It really had been a while since he had sex. "That was only to prep you," Sukuna rubbed his cock in between your folds and you cried out at feeling of the bare tip rub your abused clit. "I do need to get you pregnant after all." He grunted as he guided his cock inside you, only for your to sob and squirm with only the tip inside.
"Shhh shhh my pretty little virgin," Sukuna nibbled at your neck and glanced at your tear covered cheeks. Your eyes were red and puffy and your nose was red as well, the sight of you crying because of his cock- crying because of him, made him all the more turned on. "I gotta put it in," You shook your head and arched your back as he lowered you further on his cock.
"I-I can't do it! My Lord s'too big- I'm g-gonna die!" You continued to cry your eyes out and Sukuna already knew your throat would be horse from all of the crying. "You're going to die? Fucking dramatic," Sukuna chuckled.
"Just relax," He rubbed long circles around your clit unlike before and soft mewls left your lips. "Yeah just like that," You sunk further down on his cock, he was stretching you to the brim. You had never felt so full. Your walls squeezed him tight, every vein, the slight curve in his cock, you could feel it all and you didn't know how to react.
"Let me in."
A bulge poked out from your stomach as Sukuna nestled in your velvety walls and brought your knees to your chest. "I want to see you crying- cry for me Y/N." You bit down on your bottom lip as Sukuna slammed you up and down on his cock at much to quick a pace for a virgin. To the point where you could barely think straight, "O-Oh my Lord's big! S'big!"
He had done it.
He fucked you stupid.
"Uh huh what else, ya whore? What else do ya have to say?" Sukuna groaned and you threw your head back against his shoulder and babbled on his cock. "I-It hurts! Mmmm but it's so good!" Your voice cracked in between each cry. "Yeah? Fuck- you're so fucking tight it's killing me." Sukuna grunted. "M'So full- so deep!" You sniffled.
The sound of Sukuna's chamber doors opening echoed through the large throne room once again along with your moans, his grunts, and wet slaps.
"My Lord Sukuna," Your face grew warm and you shook your head as a group of villagers walked over towards the two of you with offerings. "I offer-" A man paused at the sight of Sukuna fucking you with every last ounce of his being. Sweat rolled down Sukuna's forehead causing his pink hair to stick to it. His brows were furrowed together, he looked so concentrated that it was insane.
"What else could you- mmm fuck- offer me?" Sukuna growled and your legs trembled as his fingers pinched your clit. "I have my woman who'll bless me with an heir- I don't need your goddamn offerings," He sunk his teeth into your neck and you finally, through teary eyes, made eye contact with the group standing before you and Sukuna.
Shame and embarrassment filled you even in your fucked out state. "N-No! They're watching! My Lord t-they're watching!" You sobbed and Sukuna's teeth left your flesh only to be replaced with his lips. "I know, I'm not gonna let them touch you, you're mine- don't fucking worry, you're only mine Y/N." He comforted you while continuing to bounce on you his cock like there was no tomorrow, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.
"A-Ahh! Don't look- oh my goddd- p-please!" You whined as Sukuna gripped your chin, forcing you to look at the group of men and women before you. "Why're you embarrassed? They can't do anything to you," He kissed your neck and left dark hickey's everywhere. "These are my breasts, these are my thighs, this is my ass," Sukuna grunted and quickened his pace, it was inhumane. "This is my pussy, your mine Y/N- every part of you belongs to fucking me so it doesn't matter what the fuck they see because as long as you're with me you're above them." Sukuna groaned and your eyes rolled back in your head as the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. "M'gonna come! My stomach it-" You whimpered loudly and Sukuna buried his face in your neck, except for his eyes. He was giving the group of death glare.
"Get the fuck out I'm the only one who gets to see my woman come."
The group rushed out of the chambers, dropping their offerings onto the floor. Sukuna rolled his eyes. He was definitely going to kill them and their villages later.
"Come on, go cum on my cock ya whore," Sukuna thrusted up into you and your legs trembled. Sweat rolled down the curve of your breasts and your slick covered his cock. "Be a good little virgin girl and come." He grunted while drool rolled down your chin as the knot that had been built up in your stomach unraveled.
"Sukuna!"
You screamed his name as you gushed around his cock, squeezing it tight. The little virgin- the little virgin human girl had the audacity to say his name? You said his name? Yeah he was going to fuck you until dawn just for that. "Fuck," He lifted his face from your neck and gave you a sloppy kiss as he tried to reach his high. "I'm gonna fill ya up," You moaned into the kiss. "You're gonna take my seed and give me an heir, right?" Sukuna mumbled and you nodded. "Y-Yes! As many as you want!" You could feel Sukuna's cock twitch and swell inside of you.
"Yeah, fuck, that's a good little virgin."
Sukuna forced himself all the way inside, the only thing that could be seen was the bulge his cock had created in your stomach and his tight balls. He groaned and shot loads of his release into your womb.
You whimpered at the feeling and after a minute of just staying like that and catching your breath Sukuna pulled out. His come dribbled out of your stretched pussy and he gathered it, pushing it back inside your fucked out hole. "You're my woman, understand?" You nodded tiredly and Sukuna traced his thumb over your belly again. It slightly bloated due to how much he had come inside of you. "What's your job as my woman?" He asked you licked your lips. "I-It's," Yep, your voice was horse. "It's to please you and give you and heir." You murmured and Sukuna nodded. "You're a smart little virgin girl." He chuckled and you pouted. "M'Not...M'Not a virgin anymore." You reminded him and Sukuna snickered.
"Yeah that's right, I took your virginity," Sukuna flipped you around so that you both were now facing each other. "But until you learn how to please me to the fullest you're still a virgin in my eyes," Your eyes widened at the feeling of Sukuna's hardened cock rub in between your ass. "You do know that pregnancy isn't guaranteed after just one time? I'm tryna see my woman give me heir so we're going to be here for a while." Sukuna grinned and you watched as he slid his robe off and his large stomach mouth came into view.
You gulped as Sukuna leaned towards you, your breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "I wanna try something and we have all day pretty girl." You traced your hands over his muscles. "Whatever you want Sukuna-" He placed a finger over your lips, "Ah Ah Ah we aren't married so it's still my Lord to you." He brought his finger from your lips and you stared up at him with hooded eyes.
"Of course,"
You wrapped your arms around Sukuna's neck and he straddled your hips in response.
"My Lord."
-[This is one those things you write and never plan on posting until you remember that there will always be someone out there who likes it, this mf has been sitting in my drafts for a good minute]-
