tw: fem!reader, poly!Ghostface, Billy is kinda mean about Bubba, knife play, plus sized!reader, mentions of cuckholding, everything's consensual, threesome, smut, slight Freddy slander
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"Who's it gonna be, sweetheart? Vincent? Bo?"
Billy's voice purrs next to your ear, vibrations rippling down your back and making your toes curl. He keeps you tight in his lap, hard cock pressed deep inside your bare cunt. You can feel every pulse and the heat the radiates from him-- it makes your head spin.
Stu peers up at you with half-lidded blue eyes and his usually goofy grin, sitting on his knees on the floor below where you and Billy sit on the sofa, poking his tongue out to barely flick your clit.
"One night with any slasher, we get to watch, who are you gonna choose, babe?" Stu pipes up, running his palms up and down your legs until they rest on top of your thighs. He squeezes the plush skin, eyes rolling back into his head and he let loose a shaky breath.
"We all know its not gonna fuckin' be Freddy. Fuck that, I ain't cleaning up his sloppy seconds." Billy snorts from behind you. He places a kiss at your nape, licking and sucking the skin. "What about Michael?" He grins, moving his hand to press down on Stu's head, encouraging the blonde to begin messily eating you out.
You cry out suddenly, arching yourself into Billy. Your cunt grinds down on his thick cock, walls spasming tight around him.
Billy grunts, sucking in a sharp breath as he trails his switchblade along your breast, teasing your perked nipples with the pointed tip, curving down the swell of your breast, down your ribcage and down to where Stu eagerly slurps at your cunt. He's holding apart your lips, open-mouthed fucking you with his tongue, doing everything he can to pull more of those sweet noises out of you.
"Yes, that's it," Billy groans, tightening his grip on Stu's hair. "You want Michael to fuck you, right? Stuff his big cock in so deep you won't be able to walk, huh? Baby, you know he's a virgin, gotta be, he's got years of cum to unload into this sloppy pussy." He punctuated his sentence with a sharp thrust, bouncing you on his dick steadily.
"How about Bubba? Hmm, Leatherface?" Billy bites your ear. "You know the dumb ones fuck the hardest. He'll try his best, no doubt about that. Big, fucking meaty cock trying so hard to fit into your hole. He keeps missing, he's so desperate and blubbering. You gotta guide his cock to your tight, little pussy alright?" Billy pants, snarling when you clench down on him.
He humps his hips into yours, guiding you all while keeping a tight grip on Stu's face.
"Fuckin' hell, Stu. Eat our girl out. Good boy." Billy grunts, balls tightening.
"What about Danny, huh? Want another Ghostface. Look at 'im, watching from the window like a perv. He's getting a good show. Want us to invite him in?" Billy moans. "Bet you could drain his balls dry, let's let him in."
DG with a size and overstimulation kink? Thank you! You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to! ๑(◕‿◕)๑ Have a nice day! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) Thank you for your hard work! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
A.N.: Hhah, I'm so sorry that requests have been slow to be posted. You know how life can get lol. Well, I hope you enjoy this and thank you for requesting - I bunched the DG Smut requests together in this one. Hope I executed it right because I always write at 2am lmao. So, kind of proofread, I'm sorry if I sound repetitive. Anyway, remember, requests are closed and this is from when they were open a few weeks back.
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𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙.
𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠.
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒….
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦.
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As cold lips trace along your body, painting dark welts into your skin with every nip to the delicate surface, you cannot stop the soft moan rumbling in your throat as it slips past your lips, throwing your head back as gentle hands knead your flesh between calloused fingers. A shudder ran down your spine, squirming and gripping the sheets whilst his hair tickled you as it brushed past your bare skin. He handled you with such grace, such patience, it seemed almost surreal considering how men crumbled beneath his touch alone.
Yet it made this all the more thrilling, knowing how capable he was of destruction in more ways than one.
As your mind wandered, his voice brought you back to the moment, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he spoke. “I want to hear you, [Name]...,” the man whispers, desire oozing from his tone as he stares longingly at you from between your thighs. Half-lidded black hues bore into you, hot breath fanning dangerously close to your weeping heat. “My sweet [Name], please....”
Oh the way your name rolled so effortlessly from his tongue had your heart thumping wildly in your ribcage, swallowing dryly as you met his warm gaze. The lovesick adoration etched into his features reeled you in even further, how his brows knitted together while he waited for your order to continue, despite his own overflowing desire. The moment seemed almost sardonic as he never waited to get what he wanted. However, it was a different story when it came to you.
For you, he would wait a thousand lifetimes.
A smile stretches across your lips, humming in response and nodding, knowing only you could see him like this — so in desperate need of you. His pleas could only do so much to help him lure you to comply, slender fingers tenderly pressing into your flesh as his own mind begins to unravel, palms pressing firmly into your limbs as he nudges his nose into your plush, whispering your name once more, "Please, [Name]...." The lavender vanilla scent drove him mad, the aroma stroking his smoldering heart as he sighed shakily. Was that the new lotion he bought you? He hoped it was.
Though he became silent, you did not look away from him, taking in his flushed appearance, how the tips of his ears burned a bright red shade, pink strands disheveled as you ran your hand through his hair minutes before. Your DG truly was a sight to behold, most especially in the moments he was at your mercy, awaiting your next command. Yet, he did not mind.
You’re the first one that he sees every night, living in his dreams at his side, and haunting his thoughts every waking moment. No matter how hard he tries to drown the sentiment he holds for his sweet girl, he can’t get rid of his love for you. The dangerous life he lives is one you do not deserve, but saying goodbye to you might as well be his death.
Living a life knowing he cannot have you, is a life not worth continuing as he would rather never take another breath without his beloved by his side.
Was he infatuated? Perhaps. Is he obsessed? Most likely. Addicted? Oh definitely. And all he knows is your name. Calling out to you with the daunting realization that he can never get enough of you. You are all he could ever desire and more, so why would he ever say good-bye? If these were his last moments, he would not fight his impending death knowing he will take his last breath in your loving arms.
Is that what love was? Was love the sensation of a flower both wilting and blooming? Was love wanting and needing someone so much, you cannot imagine your life without them, even as it destroys you ever so slowly? Diego pushed the thoughts aside, because whatever he felt for you, he knew it could not be described by mere words alone.
As his heart twisted, aching with every skipping beat, he did not know the answer, but he knew you would be both his fall from grace and rise to the throne. However, that thought did not terrify him as much as it should have. “You’re mine...,” Diego spoke inaudibly, hands squeezing the curve of your bottom and pressing the side of his face to your plush, brows knitting together as he pokes his nose further along your inner thigh, imprinting the mellow scent of your body before nipping at your flesh. A light laugh slips past your lips, parting your legs wider, letting him have full access to your dripping, glistening slick. From this perspective, you seemed like a doll to him — so small and delicate compared to him.
Yes, words cannot describe how much he wanted you at this very moment and each one to come. For you were absolutely enchanting, worth walking into the unknown, and doing it all over again.
Diego dips his tongue into your puffy lips and steadily drags it along your folds, pulling a soft gasp from you. Your hand trails down and pats his head, lightly pushing back his hair and bucking your hips half-heartedly, muttering his name, "Mm, Diego…." The light brush of his tongue made your stomach churn, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as his tongue skims near your quivering hole.
No, he had to hear you more, hear your lovely moans — hear the darling voice “cracking, pitch heightening, on the brink of tears'' type of moans — and this? It just wasn’t enough. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he knew when he wasn’t doing it right just from a single sound that came out of your pretty mouth.
A bit annoyed, Diego flattens his tongue and draws long, deep lines into your cunt, dragging it from your entrance to your aching bud, prodding the tip of the wet muscle against your clit before enclosing his mouth around it, flicking his tongue and popping off only to repeat the intense series of licks all over again. His actions made the air in your throat hitch and chest tighten, gasping loudly at the feeling. "Oh God, r-right there…!"
There you go, he thought, grunting against you. You pant and throw your head back into the soft pillow, pushing his face down further into your heat as your fingers knot into his pink tresses. Silently, he propped your legs onto his broad shoulders, large veiny hands grasping into your thighs and peeling them apart whilst he lifted your hips off the mattress, delving deeper and lapping harshly at your sopping pussy, determined to make you cum. The obscene slurping and squelching slipping from in-between your thighs soon reverberated throughout the room, your moans and whimpers drifting in the air as you felt your release building quickly.
The rhythm of his mouth left your head spinning and lower abdomen tensing, thighs engulfing his head as your pelvis rocked against his tongue uncontrollably. Engraving prayers into your cunny lips whilst bobbing his head had you trembling and he could not stop even as his lungs burned, almost as if he were an artist chisling his mark onto the artwork that he created, so he could admire it forever and ever. He had a deadly grip on you, keeping you from suffocating him and pinning you in place whilst you squirmed, calling out to him so pathetically, "D-Diego…! Fuck, Diego! Ah–Ahh!! Ngh!"
As he watched you fall apart, Diego could only peer at you with reverence, noticing how your chest rose and fell quickly with every breathless chant of his name, arching your back yet craning your neck to watch him eat you out, making out your voice begging to him from amidst his muffled ears.
Yes, this is what he wanted. To hear you want him. Perhaps, you were just as hooked as he was, so obsessed with him as he was to you. But the wish is fruitless, knowing he could never truly worship you as he pleased, knowing you belonged to someone else. He could only hope you found a glimpse of him when you slept with the man, passing time in his arms until the time was right — right to take you away from this pitiful excuse of marriage.
The groans from Diego added to the vibrations against your cunt, the man swiping over your overstimulated bud as he grazed from your entrance to your clit. His nose pressed against your mound, spit dribbling from his chin as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. He strokes his tongue over and over against the tip of your hood, Adam's apple bobbing as he drinks your gathering arousal almost desperately, wet clicks trickling from the corner of his lips. Please, he begs in his head, staring longingly at your face, let me taste you again, my dear angel, let me taste your love once more — please convince me this is not a dream.
Winding up the coil in your lower tummy, seemingly burning as it twisted so tightly, you couldn't warn him in time. “Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck…!” A loud moan rips from your throat, yanking at his locks as you sloppily rolled your hips into his awaiting mouth. Both of you are caught off guard from the sudden sound, mewling as you spill onto his taste buds. Diego lapped up your juices with vigor. Every wet caress and curl of his tongue as he cleaned you up left him craving for more of you.
DG is not even close to finishing with you.
His hold does not loosen and he latches himself back onto your clit, drowning himself in your pussy like a depraved man, not pulling away for hours. He does not pull up for air, enclosing his mouth easily over your cunny and abandoning the soft kitten-licks he used before. Diego became unhinged.
A series of cries and moans fill the air for a long time, the man in-between your legs never stopping even as you came countless times since then. A layer of perspiration covered your body, sweat gleaming off the side of your face as your poor pussy needed a break from the stimulation. It became almost painful now and as you tried squirming away from him, it earned a pinch from the man as he dragged your body back.
How long has it been? What time is it…?
You did not know, much too engrossed in the way the man’s tongue worked wonders and weaved a pattern into your weeping heat, bringing you to your end once more for the umteenth time that night. Your voice had become raw, tears dribbling down the side of your face as you convulsed in your spot, bucking pathetically in your spot. Sniffles left you, requesting him to stop. You didn't know how much more you could take before you passed out from absolute euphoria.
You need to feel him — inside you.
Needed DG before he came.
Yes, your DG is a patient man, but Diego is a cruel, merciless one. However, both sides of him will not stop until his appetite for you is satiated — even if it takes hours upon hours to quell; like now. Yet, your pretty cries for him beckoned the man to listen to your pleas for once to stop. He pulls off the swollen bundle of nerves with a satisfying pop, swallowing the last of your juices and slowly raising his head. He waits merely a couple minutes, whispering sweet nothings as you collect yourself, rubbing soft circles into your skin. Diego hums, reminding himself he must remain calm and patient for now, as there will come a time where he can wallow in your body for as long as he needs to. Releasing your thighs, he wipes your arousal from his mouth, leering at your puffy folds with delight. The small twitches that passed you made the corners of his mouth tug upward for a moment.
Taking long, steady breaths, you slowly calm yourself, gathering your composure and occasionally sniffling. Oh, you could hardly hear his low voice call out for you with the way your ears rang from the blood rushing to your pounding temple. Such tenderness and tranquility laced in his tone, you wouldn't think he'd be capable of destroying a person from just a flick of his tongue.
He is slow yet calculated as he studies your body, ingraining the sinful sight he had of how you came down from your high, counting the seconds while they turned into minutes until he saw how you began to squirm once more under his touch, rocking your hips in his direction. The ragged rise and fall of your chest dispersed, notifying him that your mind is all but there, your body now in need of more, and there would be no chance of you telling him to stop while in your hazy, pleasure-drunken state.
With a small smile, he pecks your flesh, pulling a blissful sigh from you. “[Name]....,” he whispers, nipping at your thighs before pressing a series of small kisses from your mound, to your stomach, treading to your sternum, mouth grazing your supple yits as he trails to your throat, all while you call out his name breathlessly. You take your bottom lip between your canines, craning your neck as he softly pecks at your skin. Teeth grazed the delicate surface, his mouth suckling another pretty dark welt on your flesh, and you could hardly stifle the soft whimpers thrumming in the back of your throat.
For as long as you knew DG, he had always been a man who liked taking his time worshiping your body, ever so patient when it came to you. Each run of his fingers across your skin remained delicate until you asked; every kiss remained gentle until you pressed deeper; and every thrust remained slow and steady until you begged. And until he hears the order leave your pretty lips, he won't stop treating you as if you would break at any moment.
However, as the man stood and slotted himself between your thighs, hunching over your till your face and his chest were mere centimeters apart, were you slapped with the sheer difference between your bodies. How easily he could crush you if he pleased. His frame towered over you, thick arms caging you in beneath him as his gaze peered at you from above, easily being able to pin you with his weight alone the moment he bullies his fat cock into your tiny hole with a warm smile, stuffing you to the brim as he coos softly at you, "you're taking me so well, my sweet [Name]…."
You were nothing but a flowerbud compared to the tall and strong buck tree your boyfriend was, encased with rippling muscle. Nonetheless, you wanted — no, needed him — now. May your tiny [plush/lean/ slim] frame be damned once he is inside.
You rolled your pelvis towards him, feeling his throbbing dick graze your mound slightly, flinching when it made contact with the tip of your hood. So close. He lowers his hips slightly, brushing his length on the surface of your mound , only to earn a whine from you when he raises his lower half back up. What a teasing man your boyfriend was, having you work to even feel his sweet cock. Parting your legs wider, you hooked your limbs around his torso and tugged him down, gripping onto his biceps as you whined, "Diego…! Come on, don't be so mean…!"
Mean? He thought, scoffing, Oh, sweetheart, he can get a whole lot meaner if he wanted to, and this isn't even the tip of the iceberg. "Patience, [Name]....," Diego hums, leering down at you as he begins to trace his shaft along your slick folds, the crown of his cock bumping into your aching bud. Coating his dick in your arousal, Diego is slow and meticulous with every touch, running past your bud and only dipping his pelvis down every once and awhile for his tip to tap against your clit. It sent shockwaves through your cunt, and even he couldn't bite back the groan rumbling in his chest. Actions like this drove you crazy and he knew it, God, he knew how it picked you apart and he fucking loved it. It left you wanting for more and chipped away at your pride, forcing you to play into his palm to rush into his favorite part of your meetings.
Soft whines and mewls drizzle from your mouth, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back as you attempt to feel more of him, panting at the incessant friction. Your thighs clench around his taut waist, arching your back as he brings you near the edge. "D-Diego! Please! Ah—S…Stop teasing….!" Diego could only sigh in amusement, watching how pathetic you became before he could even fuck you properly. Of course, that attitude would disappear the moment he sunk into you.
He glanced downward, corners of his lips tugging upward, peering with mirthful hues as his cock twitches while it settled against your tummy, painting a clear picture of how he impales you from the sheer girth of his dick, length stretching from your mid-stomach to your heat. He just couldn't wait to stuff his pretty girl til she was a moaning, crying mess. And he was only a breath away from it all.
"Mm, wanna feel you…!" You plead, nails digging into his biceps and leaving behind crescent shapes. You gaze up at him through thick lashes with glossy eyes, lips trembling as your brows creased together, sniffling. He made you a fraughtful sensitive mess, crooning at how he glides through your dripping cunny and now, you need some sort of relief. His muscles flex against your fingers as he leans down to rest on his elbows. The moonlight poured in from the windows and created a glow around you two, creating the illusion of the dreams he had nearly every night his head hit the pillow. And witnessing as you creamed around him from the small bit of foreplay made his heart skip a beat.
Diego couldn't take it anymore. He would be lying if he wasn't driving himself crazy from the slow pace he was forcing, but teasing you was so fun. And now with your commands to truly be one with you, he could finally let loose.
Whimpering and gasping as the tip of his cock pushes past your puffy folds, you can barely utter a word as you can feel yourself being split apart, pussy stretched to the brim as your poor cunt struggles to adjust to his thick bulbous tip. "Nngh, Diego, 's so big…! Ah, fuck, too big, Diego…!" You squeal, clasping onto him and pressing your temple to his chest.
A chuckle drums in his throat, finding your hesitation so endearing despite your wishes to feel him inside a few seconds prior. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling as he pulls away. "Mhm, don't worry, my sweet girl… it'll fit, okay….? See? Mm! Y-You're taking me so well…," DG coos gently, brows knitting together whilst your walls pushed against him as he forced another inch in. "Just… Just need to go in slowly…." Holy shit.
He steadily sunk into you despite your meek protests, fully sheathing himself in your warm tepid heat, eliciting a choked moan from his pretty girl. Diego gripped the sheets, muttering incoherently as he sucked in a sharp breath at the tight grip of your pussy, eyes shutting tight as you clamped down on him. No, no, he had to take it easy, yeah. Take it nice and slow for you.
But fucking hell, your pussy was so warm and welcoming, sucking him in so greedily into a vice grip he could hardly move. The perfect tight cunt waiting to be stuffed. Your shrill cry did not fall on deaf ears, he picked on how it went up in pitch as he finally buried a majority of his cock inside, part of his shaft still bare. A gasp left him, grinding his teeth and swallowing dryly. “Shit…! Wait, no, f-fuck…!A-Augh…!”
Curses spill from the man, clenching his jaw as he slips deeper into his lust-drunken state, needing to wait a moment or else he knows he’d be creaming in your heat before he could even start. Just…. Damnit. He can’t wait. No, he’s waited days for this moment, he can’t push it back even further because of his sensitivity.
Rocking his hips back and drives his pelvis into you, his thick cock pressing into your weeping cunt and hilting against the opening of your cervix. You grip onto his shoulders, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as strained cries of his name spill from your mouth, "Fuck, oh—God, Diegooo…! D-Diego, Diego! Mmm, fuck– ah…!" Your noises only encouraged him to become rougher and crueler, spurring him to throw out his own rules out the window and just listen to your sounds.
Every thrust feels as if it's stirring your insides, each buck sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your mushed-up mind. Each stroke had you melting into the sheets, breathless as your body rocked back and forth. His weight had your feeble frame pinned against the king-size bed, rippling muscles pressing you flush into the sheets whilst he nearly recoils into himself to accommodate for the size difference, thighs parted as fucks you. He can barely bury his face in your hair without craning his neck, yet that’s what made this much more exciting. Strangled noises left you as the tension snapped inside you, a shattering cry of his name ripping from your chest. Your pussy fluttered and creamed around him adding more to the slick already coating the base of his cock from your previous orgasms. The man melted easily into you, a layer of perspiration coating his temple, ecstasy contorting his features from every deep stroke.
The way your walls squeezed around him elicited a deep, rumbling moan that made your heart pitter. However, he was not satisfied with this.
Diego sits up straight, hastily unlatching your legs from his waist, and pushing your thighs back as he moves your legs onto the curve of his neck, your ankles hanging off his shoulders. He pressed your knees to your chest, eliciting an ear-piercing cry from you as he sunk back into your sensitive cunt. “God, Diego…!” You scream, clawing at his porcelain skin as he begins to thrust brutally into you, the new angle allowing his thick weeping crown to pound painfully into your tepid cunt. Every snap of his pelvis created a loud series of slaps that bounced off the walls, clicking in a continuous rhythm whilst his thighs flexed with each movement.
A smile stretched on your pretty face, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your body bounced with each powerful thrust, the stretch of when he sunk back in quickly building you up to your release again. With the way your pussy sucked him in, he could hardly keep his calm composure, feeling every squeeze of your spasming core at an amplified level as he could feel his own end fast approaching as well. Squeezing your eyes shut, your grip onto the sheets as the pain and pleasure danced in your breaking soul.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Diego's movements began to grow sloppy, stifling a moan as he bucked with no sense of tempo. Dark hues bore into you, drinking in how your features contorted from absolute euphoria, watching how your lips parted to let a pretty moan slip out as he pierced your cervix. You were made for him — walls molding almost perfectly to him, even as it struggled to take every thick inch. Yet….
“You’re mine, right…?” Diego asks quietly, slowly stilling inside as he ceases his pace despite his nearing release, watching as your eyes shoot open in surprise, almost narrowing in annoyance. It had not been the first time he asked you such a question, however, it was the first time he had asked you during this moment. It had always been after your intimate time. Straying from his usual statement, he repeats the question, moving his hips ever so gently until he bottoms-out and pauses his movements again, “Right…?”
Blinking slowly, you nod, tilting your head as your brows furrowed, put off from his sudden question. “Of course, my love. But why ask—”
“You are not mine the way I wish you to be.” He says in a bitter tone, cutting you off as he avoids looking at you for a moment. His shoulders slump and he sits up a bit, creating a small space between your thighs and sternum. “You belong to someone else, yet —” Diego lets his eyes drift to the bedside table, meeting the empty gazes of your wedding portrait to the notorious member of Ansan Public, the sun of Ansan, Hudson Ahn, before he shifts his gaze back to you — “You are here with me, letting me touch you and defile you the way only your husband should. It is only natural that I question it, is it not?”
You did not stop the dry laugh that left you, looking up at DG as his words settled in. The man had a point, but even so, it did not weigh on you. Truth be told, that statement was not entirely accurate. “Hudson Ahn…,” you murmur, reaching up to cup Diego’s face and run your thumb across his smooth skin, smiling sadly at the man before you, noticing how your palm was tiny in comparison to his face alone. He closed his eyes and listened, ingraining your voice once last time as if he were afraid to hear your answer, afraid to hear you say you were not his. Continuing, you curl your fingers against his cheek. “Our marriage was arranged and I had no choice but to agree on behalf of my brother’s wishes, thinking it was the only way I could be safe, yet…. It's strange. Though I belong to him in the eyes of the world, it does not mean he owns my heart and soul the way you do, Diego….”
You continue, releasing his bicep as your other hand trails to where you two were connected, feeling the bulge creating in your lower tummy, yet you never break eye-contact with the man despite the small discomfort, speaking from your heart to him. “DG, look at me…,” you whisper, seeing his eyes flutter open and reveal glossy dark hues that struck a chord in you. Oh, seeing him cry was a rare sight and one you did not enjoy. “It is not him that is with me in the most intimate way possible, where two become one. It’s you. He can try all he wants to break the chains of our love — try to make me love him — but you conquered my very being before any man could and still wanted me despite what the world turned me into. I loved you first and I promise I will love you last. I am yours. Does that answer your question, my love…?”
Thick teardrops collect in the corner of his eyes and Diego did not notice them falling until they dripped from his face, splashing onto your chest. His fears melted away, the doubt of losing you to Hudson dispersing as you declared to him your heart’s wish. He nods, folding you in half once more. Almost desperately, Diego pressed his mouth against yours, capturing you in a sweet kiss as he rutted deeply and slowly, pumping into you with mild thrusts, with such tenderness, it brought tears to your own eyes as you returned the kiss. Your hands trail and clasp onto his shoulders, features creasing together as he moves in and out of you.
Yes. You were his as he was yours. That would never change, no matter what the world said — his fate was with you. That is the truth no one could change.
From every broken moan to every fleeting thought of your future, consumed by the rapture of your love — Diego crumbles completely. You both forget about the world and become immersed in one another, never hearing the sudden slam out in the living room of your home. Without so much as a warning, Diego unloads a large amount of thick cum into your fertile womb with a strained groan, painting the inside of your cunt a creamy white, still softly thrusting as the waves of his orgasm wash over him. He cannot ever see himself leaving you, not ever; abandoning the only woman who made him feel so alive, giving him a piece of heaven in exchange for his love, would be the most foolish thing he could ever do.
So even as he pulls out and lets the mixture of your fluids dribble down your thighs, knowing you were not on the pill anymore due to the courtesy of your husband, Diego does not change his mind and cements his decision to continue chasing after you.
Even as he makes eye-contact with Hudson as he stands in the doorway of your shared bedroom, who grips tightly onto the metal handle of the wooden door whilst his wide-gaze bores into him, Diego remains confident in his choice and does not regret it, nor fear the consequences.
Even as you start to sputter an explanation to your seething husband, though do not attempt to move nor close your legs, Diego hums in content, knowing his daydreams are becoming reality.
With a wry smile, he looks directly at Hudson and says with such calamity —
A.N.: As always, stuff like this is self-indulgent lol. I did say I was going to do it, and @plopifuee gave me the encouragement to do it🤭. N' like @o3o-aya said: I am down bad — so fucking tremendously😩. So, writing about a condescending and smart-ass psychopath? Yes please! And to my best friend that is concerned about my taste in men and is disappointed in said taste, this is specifically for you <3
If there was one responsibility Eugene failed to mention in his job offer to help the medical prodigy Jinyoung Park, it would be how you were expected to be a sort of stress reliever for the man and be fucked stupid to the man's content — whether you wanted to or not. Yet, you couldn't be upset for the most part. For the high pay of "helping" the older man, it became tolerable, especially when he was in a good mood.
There were times he could be a decent man, don't worry. For instance: slow kisses along your neck while you sat on his lap as his long fingers pumped in-and-out your pussy, having you sit on his desk with his head between your legs as he shamelessly slurped on your slick cunt beneath your pencil skirt, have you suckle on his cock while he did paperwork, or maybe when he asked before he fucked you roughly against any nearby surface. Of course, he gave you a thick wad of cash after every encounter, on top of your already high regular salary.
So why complain? Simple. His unpredictable fits of rage.
They were always followed by his need to abuse and stuff your pussy until he was satisfied, until his anger melted away. During these instances, you were left sore and left to deal with the grim aftermath.
Unfortunately, you caught him in a bad mood today, with the criminal doctor coming into one of the spare medical rooms you were cleaning up and stabbing your neck with one of the needles he carried in his pocket without so much as a single greeting. All you could remember before blacking out was his silvery voice cooing at you, "Don't hate me too much, okay?"
Waking up with a familiar fullness, your form lay limp on the vast examination table, your thin pretty blouse fully unbuttoned as your tits bounced with each erratic buck, your boss already having his black slacks half-way down his thighs, your hips resting in his palms as he lifts your legs up to his waist, pinning them apart. Your head lulled side to side as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Though, you couldn't as your vision only showed you blurred silhouettes of everything. Even looking at the doctor proved to be difficult, barely making out the outline of his dazed features whilst he ruts into your cunt with such vigor, such desperate hunger, and raw fury.
The stretch of your weeping heat as he slides in and out is not enough to quell his anger, even as the swollen tip of his fat cock pierces the opening of your womb, pushing his cum deeper into your poor pussy without so much as a heavy grunt. Despite the white ring painting the base of his shaft, he didn't feel the slightest bit satisfied nor did he feel better. Not at all. It didn't help that you kept passing out on him every few minutes.
The deadly grip he held on your soft plush elicited a small weak whine, yet it only made him dig his nails into your flesh as a result. The only encouragement he gave to be, at the least, vocal as he fucked you. Whether from enjoyment or distress, he loved how your features contorted from either one. Jinyoung gazed at your abused cunt as it glistened with arousal under the searing light above, illuminating how it split into two and struggled to take him. Such a pretty sight, really, but he couldn't even admire your appearance as his mind was muddled and he babbled about the first thing that came to mind, even if you were listening or not. His voice sounded muffled in your ears and only when he slipped out and flipped your body onto your stomach, sinking back in, did you finally make out a few words.
"Fuck, w-what do you think…?" Jinyoung hisses, calloused hand gripping onto your hip and knotting his fingers into your hair, nails digging into your scalp as he tugs your head up just in time to meet his brutal thrusts, groaning as he hilts his cock in one single stroke, drawing a strained whimper from you. He bit back a moan, more interested in poking jabs at your sullen expression. No, this will not do at all.
First Daniel, now you? No, unacceptable!
"Oh, you're awake? I thought we fixed that infuriating attitude of yours a while back," he sneers, running his tongue over his upper lip. Brows knitted together, his mouth stretched into a wry smile at the sound you made, rocking back before cruelly driving his pelvis forward with a deep groan. Once more, he's met with your pathetic cries and continues the vicious pace he set. "Tch, I can't believe you, [Name]. We talked about this, it's disrespectful. You were such a good girl before all this and now you're passing out on me?" He shakes his head, humming to himself when you respond with a whimper. "This just won't do, especially after the day I had."
Whatever, he didn't expect more than a few meager mewls from you right now anyway, carrying on talking to himself, dragging his throbbing length along your sweet spot and carrying on with stirring your insides. Mhm, he can always count on his cute assistant to make him feel better, your velvet walls pushing against him, helping him clear his mind in minutes when his day just wasn't going his way. And this? It gave him just enough reason to truly ruin you as he pleased.
Jinyoung rolls his eyes at the thought, seething as he speaks through gritted teeth, "I mean, two bodies? It's not entirely impossible, don’t get me wrong. Ngh, but putting me up to deal with that fucker Eugene…?" The man purses his lips as he nips the tip of his tongue between his teeth, trying to calm himself. He sucks in a sharp breath, stiffening as your pussy spasms around him for the umteenth time that night, gushing and adding to the creamy fluids dribbling down your bare thighs. "Damn irritating… Shit."
Your hazy mind could barely wrap around what he is referring to, a vague idea of what he mentioned earlier that week flashing by but slipping away once his low raspy moans drift in the air. It seems just talking about it was enough to make his blood boil, having the opposite effect of letting his emotions bottle up. Pulling your hips back, he slams back into you, bullying his thick girth into your tight sloppy cunt in an effort to forget his smoldering fury. Growling with an irate expression, he yanks your head further back and presses his chest flush against your curved back, cooing with a teasing tone into your ear, "Mm, but I'm so glad I have my favorite girl's cunt available to me… Makes this mess so much more tolerable to deal with — even if you are a damn brat right now…."
Tears lear at your eyes and the man grins at the sight, reeling at the sight of teardrops resting on your lashes and threatening to fall, how your brows furrowed, and bottom lip trembled — your pain and discomfort was more than enough to make his blood rush and heart swell, spurring his thrust to become nastier, crueler. Straightening back up whilst increasing his tempo, Jinyoung’s head lulls back, focusing on your slick clenching around him. His own release builds higher and higher once again, his abdomen tensing as his gaze bores into the blinding ceiling lights.
"Hah, no wonder that bastard was so arrogant, kept smiling n' shit…." Fat balls slapping against the curve of your ass, he could feel himself melting and getting lost in your mellow warmth. No drug could recreate this feeling, no matter how hard he tried — and fuck, he was glad as there was nothing that could replace burying himself in this sweet cunt. Jinyoung pulls at your hair once again, the rumbling laughter slipping out of the man as he’s met with a tight squeeze, tone dripping with a dangerous edge whilst you whine at the pinch of your scalp. "I hate bastards like that! They're utter. Fucking. Trash." He emphasizes every word with a harsh snap of his hips, his thighs flexing and aching from how sore they were from hours of stimulation.
You remain silent, only sounds drizzling from you being meek broken cries whilst your eyes struggle to stay open, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth, and dribbling down onto the steel surface of the table. Though, you could not welcome the concept of rest so soon when it came to Jinyoung’s insatiable need to fuck.
He takes notice of how your gaze falls shut and stays close for longer periods of time, much sooner than before, only for you to open them once more and ever so slowly slip into the slumber he’s been putting off. He scrunches his nose in annoyance, ceasing his movements and giving your plush a quick squeeze. Nothing. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head in disappointment, crooning with an airy tone, "Can't have you passing out right now, puppy. Give me a second…." The man untangles his hand from your locks and detaches his hand from your waist, letting your temple hit the hard table as he twists his torso to reach over to the metal tray behind him.
Carefully plucking a syringe and red vial from the full plate, Jinyoung hums whilst he stabs the small silicone opening with the pointer, pulling the end of the syringe until a fraction of the base is filled with a clear substance. Just one jab of this and your hell would continue.
"Sir… please… No… no more..," you whisper, breathing weakly as you stare blankly at the door opposite to your current position, pathetically hoping your boss would cease his antics, the sore sensation of your lower half creating an uncomfortable pressure you could hardly support. Your vision is starting to spin and you could barely make out his voice. "Ngh, it hurts… a lot, I-I can’t…."
Jinyoung feigns worry for a moment, putting the instruments down and caressing your ass gently— only for him to crack his hand against your flesh the next second.
Gasping, you flinch and curl your hands into fists as the area he struck begins to burn and throb immediately. It’s no surprise considering the rippling mass of muscles he adorned, yet his strength was another level.
"Who cares? I didn't ask you…," the man jeers while picking the syringe back up, mocking your displeasure as he grits his teeth, feeling how your cunny gripped tighter onto him when he smacked you. Interesting reaction, truly, he thought, taking a mental note of it for future reference before a dry laugh trickles from him. Just hearing your voice pleading to him to stop when all he wanted was some relief irked him.
What happened to his little cocksleeve who just shut up and took it? Who begged him to go faster, harder even?!
Placing the vial back, he lightly flicks his finger against the needle as he pushes down, watching with delight as the tip spurts out a clear liquid. With a small amount, he'd have you back to his sweet little ragdoll who he can fill with load after load of his cum, not making a single effort to defy him.
"Shh, this isn't going to hurt, just a quick pinch…," he said with an airy tone as he hunches over your feeble frame, poking the vein in your neck and dispersing the drugs into your bloodstream, reeling from how you shudder against him. This would force you to stay awake yet remain in a catatonic state for a few more hours, just as he wanted — needed. "That's it, pretty, that’s it…," he coos, humming in content at how quickly it began to take effect. Jinyoung always found delight in the way your body falls limp once he injects you, gleefully welcoming how quiet and compliant you became. It made slipping into your slick all the more pleasant, gummy walls swallowing his girth deeper as your muscles relaxed. "Wasn't so bad now, huh.…" Tossing the syringe over his shoulder, he leers down at how you slumped against the table, eyes wide as they look back at him in fear.
Perfect. With a blissful sigh, he starts pounding into you, breathlessly muttering as he pulls your hips back into him, nails digging in and breaking the exposed skin —
When I say this man is fine as hell, that he can jab me with that needle as many times as he pleases, that he can keep me in and out of consciousness, kill me perhaps, I mean it with my whole ass heart.
Yes, that's right.
Jinyoung Park is a man of my taste.
And, idk, maybe also a man worthy to get smut written of him... who knows... just.., just keep an eye out, yknow...
A.N.: So, idk if this is a bad habit of mine, but when I lose inspiration to work on requests, I go back to work on my some pieces in order to keep grinding. Thus, after months of not updating the "My Dove" Series, here is part 3. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for your patience and support!
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"I expect both boys to be raised separately and away from each other. Don't disappoint me or I'll make sure to remind you if you disobey my orders."
Those words rang through your head for months after your twins' birth, eating away at your psyche as the ruby eyes of your 'husband' loomed over you ever so diligently.
From the early hours of the morning to the late hours of the night, the demon's dark presence lingered. Muzan made sure to be in the room whenever you fed his son, when you bathed him, changed him, lulled him to sleep — everything.
If he felt that you were doing something wrong, such as feeding his child at a certain angle, Muzan would make sure to correct it immediately. If you didn't follow his vocal instructions right away, he would become irritated and physically aid you. In those moments, it would be your only 'gentle' warning, even as he gritted with such calamity, "This should come naturally to a mother, caring for their offspring and ensuring they are comfortable — so why does this not come naturally to you, my dear dove…?"
However, if he catches you repeating the mistake he corrected before, he will reprimand you, dragging out the discomfort as he adjusts your position. His hands rest on your hips, sharp edges of his claws pressing into your skin with just enough pressure to have you whimper. Once he hears your pain, he places both hands on your forearms, gripping it firmly and forcing them to hold his son at an angle he deems fit until the infant stops squirming and relaxes.
He would remain close if you repeat a mistake, leering eyes burning into you as your child feeds. He would watch in silence, cool breath fanning your neck as he looks over your shoulder. When he does this, you freeze up, trembling as your son lapped upon your teat until he's full. You could hardly stare at your child's crimson eyes, so innocent and bright it tugged at your heartstrings, yet being nothing more than a reflection of the demon who instilled fear into you. Whimpering, you shut your eyes and look away, not being able to bear the familiar gaze any longer than necessary.
The pounding in your ears nearly drowned out his ominous voice, had it not been for the pinching at your skin grounding you, "Look at him and stop closing your eyes. Look at our child before I rip your pathetic head off." Stifling a sob, you nod, sniffling as you stare back at the life in your hands, trembling as you struggle to keep your composure. Yes, he was your son, but his father was a monster. All you could do was wait until the baby was satisfied and hope you did not mess up again.
The demon never bothered to look nor stay after you finished your task, preferring to spend some quality time alone with the infant as you slipped away to look after your other son. The way his ruby hues lit up when he carried the boy seemed terrifying, the demon smiling as he gently caressed its face with a cold finger. He seemed almost unrecognizable.
The small melody he hummed as he left you alone had been almost mocking, petrifying even.
You didn't dare question the man where he was taking your baby, even as worry ate away at you, having been met with the backend of his hand when you did. Or rather, the razor-edge tips of his claws. The scars that adorned your face kept growing, carving your skin to the point it became difficult to look in the mirror and see yourself as beautiful — could you still be beautiful despite it all?
You couldn't answer, looking away as each scar had a memory attached and you would rather avoid it rather revisit it all over again. The answer would remain unknown and you would have a response one day, maybe.
As expected of you from Muzan, you remained silent and watched his retreating form disappear around the corner. For now, the first part of the day has been completed. Now for the second. After your son's daily feeding, Muzan let you roam the castle freely, knowing you could not leave unless he gave the orders to Nakime.
Naikme, seeing no protest from the master, allowed you a passage to see your disposed son, utilizing her Blood Demon Art to keep the child hidden from everyone within the fortress until you visited him. The silent agreement between you two came as a surprise but you would not question it, too engrossed in making sure your sweet baby was okay after not seeing him for hours.
Unbeknownst to you, Kokushibo would watch as you walked into a hidden area of the castle, one he had not noticed before, resulting in him following you while he stayed in the shadows. He did not expect you to walk into a nursery, making your way to a bundle and smiling. He scanned his surroundings and did not see Nakime, a hunch itching at him that she was behind the secret room. Pushing the thought aside, the demon watched how relaxed and content you became, switching from the frightened woman he came to know to a lovely and bright mother in a matter of seconds.
He studied as you spoke softly to the baby, curious to see how gently you held them and snuggled with them, cooing as they babbled to you. The giggles drifting in the air caught him off guard. He does not recall you ever making such a noise in either his or his master's presence. Even as you opened your kimino to allow your son to suckle, Kokushibo did not let his eyes stray, narrowing his eyes at the sight of your blissful state. You did not tremble, you did not cry when you fed, nor did you look away from your child as its sapphire hues bore into you.
You were happy with him, the child of a hashira.
Nonetheless, Kokushibo stayed silent and out of your view until you left, peering in as you finished the baby's feeding before laying him down to rest. He stayed close to the wall, watching your retreating form before he slipped into the small room. Nearing the same spot the infant lay, the demon stiffened as his eyes landed on the baby within the make-shift crib. They slumbered peacefully, tiny chubby fingers holding onto a small stuffed fox, tummy full of milk as the dreamt in content.
It's been a while since he has seen an infant this close, he could not recall the last time he had ever been in the presence of one. They were a [S/T] fleshed boy with black tresses, adorning rich blue eyes had it not been for their sleeping state, and very small….
It seemed…. Cute?
Kokushibo reached a hand down, sticking a finger out and caressing the soft cheek of the infant, a familiar memory of his human life passing by mind. He had lived through a moment like this, he faintly remembers, where his own son looked at him like he was the world. Would that statement still be true had he not abandoned his family for power, had he stayed? He would not know nor would he ever choose another path if given the chance again, that was certain.
Though, as he shifts from his thoughts, he is met with the sleepy gaze of the boy. Staring at the fluttering sapphire hues of the baby struck a chord within the demon, narrowing his eyes at the sight of it as his own chest began to feel heavy. Before he knew it, he picked up the child and raised it in the air, his eyes turning glossy.
For once, he grasps desperately onto the last ounce of humanity he harbors. He cannot change the past nor turn back time to see his own children grow, but he can create a future and raise this child when you cannot. Perhaps, for now, he will make sure the child is not harmed and taken care of while you are gone. If there is one soul he shall spare in his long life, it shall be the baby in his arms.
It should not pay a punishment for simply existing, nor be treated as less — that is a disposition he did not ask for and Kokushibo will not make the same mistake twice.
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As the years passed, Muzan became busy and soon devoted all his time to raising his son to be the perfect vessel for his demon blood. Yet, this forced you to keep a closer eye on him and be by his side, noticing how he became tired much too quickly and complained about his head hurting. Yet every time you brought it up to Muzan, he became irritated, sneering at you as your son forced himself to stand despite his own ailment,
"He is my son, he is not weak nor is he sick — do not dare insinuate he is indisposed in the slightest."
Due to the neglect on your husband's end, you could not dedicate much time to your second son. However, in the darkness, Kokushibo would look after the boy, teaching him all that he knew and feeding him with the food he could find in the villages. As opposed to his twin, the boy became stronger each day and learned quickly how to speak, walk, and soon, run. He never anticipated the energy of the child and made sure to teach him the way of the sword as best he could in the small room to harbor it. A part of Kokushibo seemed proud, yet, at the same time, he felt empty.
Here the demon was raising a child that was not his own, trying to make up for his own actions in the past, attempting to teach what he couldn't to his own son. The guilt bubbled up yet, he ignored it. There was no harm in what he was doing, he believed.
All the while, from the moment his own son could walk, Muzan made sure to lead him down a path of his own creation, one of destruction.
It wasn't until a five years passed did Muzan finally notice his own son's weakness. The poor child could not breathe well and often fell ill, always bed-bound and continuously needing the interception of a doctor to ease his struggles — cruelly reminding the demon of human fragility and that like him, his own son would have to suffer to survive.
Yet, Muzan could not accept having such a weak son — he just couldn't. How could he be a parent to such a frail human? He could not even be sympathetic towards the child as he reared his head in disgust at the sniffling boy who cried for comfort from his father. The demon didn't even want to touch nor look at the boy. Wanting the annoying noise to stop, he immediately had you tend to your son and left, seething in rage.
He recalled seeing your other son, how healthy and strong he was, despite his own attempts at taking up all your time to take care of his heir. How was the boy in such good health? You were hardly by his side! It did not make sense and it only further enraged the demon, knowing a pillar's child had been more successful than his own kin.
Clearly, a sick child was nothing but an imperfection to Muzan. And he would stop at nothing to achieve the ideal child, the perfect successor to achieve his dreams of immortality.
Thus, where you find yourself now in your shared bed, with the demon buried deep inside you, determined to create an heir that conquers the sun. Just as he mentioned before, he will try again, and again, and again until he gets a perfect healthy baby.
No matter the cost.
Muzan pressed your knees to your chest, eliciting a cry from you as he sunk back into your abused cunt. He wasted no time as he began to rut mercilessly into you, the new angle of the position allowing his weeping crown to painfully pound into your womb. Every snap of his hips had your head throbbing, the ache in your lower abdomen only worsening as time went on. The stretch was painful, silently sobbing as your body rocked back and forth with each powerful thrust.
His thighs flexed with every buck, the sensation of your walls fluttering around him and sucking him deeper driving him mad. Even your teary expression had him slowly breaking. With the way your pussy had a vice grip on him, he could hardly keep his composure. With his emotions running high, he could feel every squeeze of your spasming core at an amplified level.
Muzan did not keep count how many times he spilled inside your cunt, paying no mind to the way your tummy bulges from being filled with load after load to the brim of his fertile cum. He had to make sure. His chest rumbled as a growl drummed in his throat, hissing at the overstimulation from how easily he glided into his wife's heat, fluids trickling from your slick as a white ring paints the base of his cock. The squelching and slapping of skin only added to his degrading insults, his hands wrapped around your wrists to the side of your head, sheer weight pinning you against the bed.
Through glossy eyes, you met his glowing ruby hues as they burned into you, filled with anger and hatred as he leered, "Not only have you tainted my child with the blood of a hashira, you gave birth to such a pathetic weak child that is my own blood…?"
"N-No, Muzan, please, it–it….!"
"Silence!" He hisses, slamming into you to emphasize his words. You bite back a cry, yet force your eyes to stay open as you know avoiding his gaze would only infuriate him more. "Because of your wretched womb, we have to create another child. Hah, perhaps because of that mistake, my son did not receive all the nutrients he should have gotten…"
"No, no, M-Muzan, that's —" Once more he cuts you off, snapping his hips harshly into your poor cunt, pressing your knees even closer and snarling, the veins protruding from his jaw to his neck.
"You're a pitiful excuse for a wife and even more of an inadequate mother…. Do you think I did not notice how you prioritized the other man's brat over our son?!"
You could see how his nose scrunches up and his lips curl into a scowl upon hearing your words, gripping your wrists tighter and pausing his movements. He leans in, spitting every word with such disdain ever so slowly and making your heart drop as he spoke, "Don't you try to make me look like a fool, [Name].... I see everything in this castle and know all that occurs in my home. How dare you underestimate me when it comes to the health of my child…? "
You let out a strained moan and arch your back, weakly calling out for him with teary eyes, milking him for all he's worth as you release around him for the umteenth time tonight. "You are not sorry, you are far from it and our child's sickness is a testament to that…"
Pumping his cock through your orgasm, he ignores your wails of pain, determined to spill another load into you to endure he fully breeds your womb. "To be wary of the loyalty of my own wife, my intuition is never wrong.… You wanted him to fail."
Hearing his accusation, you start writhing and trying to push him off despite his strength, trying to clear up his speculations, shaking your head and digging your nails into your palm, sputtering out an explanation he could hardly make sense of.
"You deliberately neglected him for a mistake you gave life to and I will not allow such behavior in my home." The ominous tone made your heart twist and breath hitch, knowing the hell you were currently in would now worsen.
Muzan could only start the shrill gritting of his canines, pulling his pelvis back only to slam back into your feeble form, each thrust ripping a cry from your throat as his tip punctured your womb. He hisses with venom dripping in his voice, "So, be a good wife and give your husband a healthy child, my dove… In sickness and in health, this is your duty as my partner — in life and in death, you are mine. Never forget that…"
You nod weakly, panting and sobbing silently, grating your teeth at the dull ache in your lower half. Once again, you would be forced to bear the demon another child and prolong this nightmare you could only wish to end.
And who knows, Muzan was capable to continue breeding you until he gets his perfect child and there is no promise the next one will live up to his expectations.
A.N.: Thank you for requesting and I hope this is up to your standards, hopefully enjoying it when you're done! It's been years since I've written a smut with a male reader, so it may seem a bit weird, so I apologize! Also, reminder for everyone: requests are closed. Check my bio for when they are open.
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"F-Fuck…," Eli gasps, shakily letting his head lull back into the couch, bucking his hips into the warm grasp of the man's hand, biting back a moan as he clenched his jaw. Brows knitted together, he could not help the curses trickling from his mouth. He gripped your thigh and dug his nails into your slacks, fingers desperately clawing at your flexing muscles. Stray [H/C] hair tickled his nose, the vibrations of deep rumbling laughter running along his throat, making him shudder.
"Mm, you're so cute, Eli. I wanna hear you…," you plead softly with a grin against his neck, pressing a series of chaste kisses to his skin, occasionally taking the delicate flesh between your canines and leaving pretty red welts behind. Coarse fingers run along his length, rolling your wrist with every stroke, and pressing your palm as you reach the base of his cock before gliding back up again. Your hand resembled soft warm dough, kneading his shaft skillfully with firm tugs, slowly engulfing him in euphoria as you drown him in an unforgiving boiling abyss of your own sadistic lust.
Quickly Eli raises his free hand to his mouth and bites down on his fist. A groan thrums in his chest, trying to keep quiet and not give you the satisfaction of hearing him. Once you heard him, he knew you would deliberately keep the same cruel rhythm in order to make him a moaning, whimpering mess in your palm. Your touch had his head muddled, a whimper dying in his throat when you swipe your thumb over his weeping crown, drawing a circle with your finger pad on the leaking tip before sliding back down.
You chuckle, finding amusement in his crumbling composure. "Awe, come on, don't be such a brat, hm? Let me hear my favorite boy's cries, Eli…," you coo, stroking him faster, licking a stripe from his throat to his earlobe, prodding your tongue along the shell of his ear. You were a patient man, yes, but a merciful one? No, especially when it came to your dear boyfriend and his stubborn antics. "I know you want to…."
Eli flinched once the wet hot muscle made contact with his ear and started to dip into every crease, the squelching now resonating against his eardrum making him shiver. He tried to lean away from you but his attempts were futile as you grip his shoulder from the other side, pulling him impossibly closer, further winding the coil in his lower abdomen. He shakes his head at your request, grunting and sucking in sharp breaths rapidly. His hips rutted desperately into your palm, screwing his eyes shut as you pushed him closer to his release.
Disappointed at his response and lack of vocals, you pull your mouth away with a small pout, never pausing your relentless momento as you gaze at your boyfriend’s face. He looked absolutely lovely in your eyes — droplets of tears sitting on his lashes, cheeks flushed a bright pink hue, brows creasing together as small gasps slipped past his swollen lips. The glow of the table lamp made him glow as the light hit his skin, only adding to his ethereal charm.Truly, he was a heavenly sight to behold.
With one final pump, Eli let out a weak broken moan, arching his back as he shot thick ropes of semen into your hand, coating his stomach with his bittersweet release. You hummed, eyes trailing to the glistening cum painting his skin, dribbling down your knuckles. Today, he came too much and you could not help but wonder how long the two of you have not been intimate. Then again, you two were busy with Yenna and the threats to Hostel — so who knows when you will get to be like this again. Though, thankfully today, Yenna was being looked after by the Hostel gang as Eli came to visit you after so long.
With a sigh, your gaze shifts back to his face, smiling. "Ahhh, Eli…," you coo, giving a few more strokes to his cock, trying to milk him for more and truly break him. "Please, keep making such cute sounds for me, yeah?" You plead, blood rushing to your cock at hearing such a pitiful moan, pupils dilating as your heart soars in elation. He was always quiet during the beginning and now that you heard him, you needed to hear him make more pretty noises. To see him cry now that you made a crack in his exterior.
Yet, Eli finally found his nerve and pressed his hand to your chest, pushing you back in an attempt to stop the stimulation to his poor sensitive dick. He shook his head, whimpering and panting, writhing in his spot as he clutched onto your shirt. He looked so cute right now, bucking into your hand with tears — why stop now? “One more time, Eli. I’ll stop after you cum one more time, ‘kay…?”
“Please – agh — [Name], stop…!” He chokes, chest rising and falling rapidly as your touch begins to burn, no longer being pleasurable as you tried to build up his climax much too soon after jerking him off. “Please, not like this…!”
“Hm? Then how, babe? How do you want to cum again…?” You ask, feigning innocence as you begin to straddle his balls, fingertips squeezing the sensitive skin and overstimulating him, slowly going back and forth between his girth and balls. “Tell me.…”
Eli shakes his head once again, gritting his teeth and looking at you with pleading eyes, only for you to give his cock a good squeeze, causing him to let out a very high-pitched whine, “Mmm, ngh, f-fuck me…! God, please, fuck-fuck me….!”
That was all you needed to hear. With a chuckle, you unwrap your fingers from him, but you don't pull away, never widening or closing the distance between you two. You raise your hand to your mouth, staring intently into his half-lidded gaze as you drag your tongue across your skin, cleaning up his semen from your fingers. He narrowed his eyes, brows creasing as he watched how you suckled on your index, not bothering to keep quiet as you groaned in pure bliss shamelessly. Licking your hand clean, you pull off with a pop after a couple minutes, tongue dipping out as you grin. “So sweet, I can’t believe I went so long without it, honey….”
Eli rolls his eyes, only to freeze upon hearing your soft tone melt away, hearing the familiar low, rough voice speak his first order of the night. “Now that the fun’s over, take off your pants and put them aside.” He peered at you and was met with the icy glare you gave him, a chill running down his spine as you lean against the arm of the furniture. “Now.”
Hastily, Eli stood from his spot on the couch, trying to keep his balance as his knees attempted to sway from under him whilst he rid himself of the clothes pooled at his feet. His heart pounded in his ears and he ignored the cum that began to trickle down his stomach, more engrossed in how you leered at him with such a dark expression and lazy gaze. Seeing you this way, it reminded him of the same man he fell for all those months ago - this is the side he loved to meet the most. Humming in satisfaction, you snap your fingers and twirl a finger in the air after. “Good, boy. Now, come here and get on your hands n’ knees, and don’t forget to turn away from me.”
With a trembling form, he nods and does as he’s told. Like second nature, he gets on all fours on the couch, raising his ass in the air, and swaying his hips — like an animal in heat waiting to get their fill. You run your tongue over your lips and chuckle at your sweet Eli’s compliance. Jumping onto your feet, you unbuckle your belt and push your slacks down, seeing your throbbing bulge. The boy really did have an effect on you, the way your dick stood proudly when you removed your briefs being testament. Kicking aside your own clothes, you place a hand on Eli’s ass, rubbing it firmly whilst placing your knees on the couch as you sit behind him.
How he shivered was so cute, you couldn't wait to start.
“Gonna prep you before we start, okay?” You whisper, reaching over to the side table by the couch and opening the drawer. You were greeted with a bottle of lube and grabbed it, an extra you kept incase of anything occurring — like now. You whistled as you squeezed a small amount on your fingers before tossing it aside. Spreading apart his cheeks, your mouth waters at the sight of his puckering hole, flexing around nothing. “So pretty…,” you purr as you prod two slick fingers at his entrance, the coolness of the lubricant contrasting the warmth of Eli’s body. He twitched, arching his back slightly and gasping as you dip your fingers in. “Such a tight ass, and it’s aallll for me….”
It pinched a bit but the slow pace you set made it bearable. It took every fiber in the boy to hold himself back from trying to fuck himself on your fingers, knowing it would only invite more pain and trouble for him as you start to add more fingers into his tight hole. And you wouldn’t stop even as he became a whimpering mess, no, you would make him cum again and again just from your fingers alone. Even if he craves your touch more than anything, wanting to continuously crumble under it, he does not know when he will get the chance to feel you like this before life busies you both and he doesn't want to ruin it. Not again.
"Hahh, you're so obedient today…. Not the usual desperate brat you usually are…," you croon, slipping in a third finger and grinning as it made his moans pitch an octave higher. Oh? Is this what you thought it was? "Mmm… found it…."
His hole sucked your digits in greedily whilst you thrusted in and out fluidly, creating a series of obscene squelches as Eli was stretched out. His stomach tensed as you brushed against the familiar gummy spot — and you saw how he stiffened. You began stroking the same area, knowing each touch to his prostate would have him creaming all over the couch before you could truly pound into him. Slipping in another finger, Eli lets out a choked whine, raising his hips higher into the air as he rests onto his elbows and buries his face into his arms. Thighs twitching and flexing, the sensation started to become too much. His balls tightened, cock throbbing as you continued your cruel rhythm, slightly curling your slender fingers before pulling them out and thrusting them back in. "Mm, nahh, mmm-ngh, fuck…! [Name]! Fuuuck…!"
Just a few more strokes and —
"[N-Name]! Gonna c-cum…ahhhaaah!" He ejaculates with a rasp, biting down on his forearm, shaking as he spurts out thick ropes of white onto the surface of the couch, gasping as he stains the leather cushions. As keen as you intuition was, you were put a bit off guard, clicking your tongue at the mess. It was easy to wipe leather clean when occurrences like these happened but not so much the throw blanket that became victim to the semen of your sweet Eli. Nevermind it, you’ll deal with it momentarily. His hole fluttered around your digits, gripping onto your fingers as he came down from his high.
Deeming it enough, you pull away your fingers and grab your discarded shirt, tossing it under his shivering frame. Taking a deep breath, you line yourself up with him, resting your shaft between his cheeks as you grab onto his hips. “Now, be a good boy and make sure I can hear your cute moans. Or I’ll leave you high and dry. Am I clear?”
Eli nods, knowing you would come through with your promise as you had many nights before. You smile in satisfaction and press the crown to his rim, eliciting a shaky gasp. Sinking into him, you groan and close your eyes at the narrowness, curses trickling from your mouth as an intense warmth envelops your cock. You continued pushing into him, relishing in his soft groans before fully sheathing yourself inside Eli. Fuck, he was so snug around you, mellow and warm as he gripped onto your cock. A low moan rumbled in your chest, shoulders shaking as you gave his hips a quick squeeze.
You waited a few seconds, allowing him to adjust to the sheer girth of your cock before pulling your hips back, and roughly rutting into him without warning. The sudden slam elicits a strained moan from both of you, the snug push against your length now tightening as your boyfriend’s walls spasmed around you. “S-Shit…!” Even after many nights of getting lost in each other’s bodies, you could never adjust to him so easily nor forget how great it felt when he constricted around you. His body struggled to mold to you but you didn’t mind it. Hell no. It was your dream to fuck a nice and tight ass like this, to feel it welcome you as it sucks you in deeper with every rut of your hips.
Psh, this was perfect. It takes you back to your first night together, filling you with nostalgia as the memories flood your mind, how you broke the Big Daddy of Hostel in mere minutes.
That had been a feat all on its own. Yet know, you were in your own eternal paradise as you relive the moment of sinking into him and fucking him like a mere living cocksleeve, no different that a whore on the street as you spill load after load into his ass. However, your heart is not as cruel as your mind.
From all the men and women you met, Eli truly was one of a kind, one you wished to have met sooner. With such a tender character but rough exterior, the gangster was nothing more than a soul in need of a rest. One you would gladly give him, watching as he melted under your touch into a whimpering, submissive boy, knowing he’s been needing this for such a long time.
Your hips rutted into him, splitting him apart with no remorse as each thrust had left Eli breathless, clawing at the cushions and crying out to you as if it’s the only name he knows. The sound of skin slapping against skin and broken praises spurred you on, stirring his insides with every deep stroke of your cock. With how his walls gripped you, it would not be hard to cum so soon. “F-Fuck, Eli, you’re so perfect…!” You rasp lowly, throwing your head back whilst you pick up in your brutal pace, placing a foot on the floor and pounding straight into him. His body rocks back and forth, almost like a ragdoll, letting you stuff him to the brim without so much as a second thought.
The boy moaned shamelessly, pushing his pelvis back into you and meeting your powerful thrusts, his own end quickly building up. God, hearing Eli sound so desperate made your heart swell. Every snap of your hips, pelvis pressing to the curve of his thighs as you bottom out, pulling sweet sinful noises from his lips with every burning stretch of your cock, fueled the smoldering desire in your body to the point you felt as if you were on fire. Two souls intertwining and connecting in the most sacred and intimate way could never be rushed nor replaced, as this is how you showed your beloved how much you loved him.
This is what made the countless nights apart so fucking worth it, to know his body still craved you as much as yours craved his, melting into eachother as you reach your end together. World be damned, you loved Eli Jang, and all this was merely a piece of what you two had. And no one can destroy it.
With a final snap of your hips, you felt your whole being ascend. Spilling inside him with a gutteral grown, you spurt copious amounts of cum into Eli, and fill the boy to the brim, coating his insides with hot white ropes. Sloppily rutting into him, chasing the rest of your high, Eli reached his own release, writhing at the sensation of his flushed cockhead shooting out another stream of his cum, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
As you stilled, panting and trying to come back to your senses, you took in the sight of the chiseled back of your boyfriend, glistening from the layer of perspiration, highlighting the scars adorning his skin. Just the wounds tugged at your heartstrings. You knew of his past, but it did not make it any easier to see how it all left a mark on him.
Hunching over, you pressed a chaste kiss to his nape and made him sigh, before slowly straightening back up. Your joints and spine cracked, the tension you felt before washing away. Fuck, you forgot how tiring such a slow love-making session could be after an eight-hour shift of working. But Eli didn’t need to know that, no. All he needed was his boyfriend to make him forget about the stress in his life for a moment.
That was your responsibility to Eli, to help him relax and take his mind off of Hostel and the family, as well as to love and cherish him. Even if he denied it and tried to remain strong, you knew him and knew he needed a break every once in a while. You will never mind taking care of him.
Pulling out with a small groan, your fluids dribble from his hole, trickling down his thigh. You hastily grab the shirt you previously grabbed and dabbed at his flesh, slowly soaking up the mess. Content with the clean area, you hum and toss the clothing over your shoulder. You pivot on your heel and fold your leg under your frame, falling back onto the couch with a soft grunt, your back muscles relaxing as you meet the cushions. Your arm rests behind the frame of the furniture, dangling as you lull your head back with a soft smile.
Your beloved followed in suit, resting his head on your shoulder and intertwining his fingers with your long slender ones as he hissed quietly from the throbbing ache below. The fuzzy material of the blanket fell over you two as Eli adjusted, covering both your nude forms. Sighing, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and wrap your arm around him, embracing him as the two of you enjoyed each other’s presence in silence. No words needed to be exchanged, at least, not right away. The two of you needed a moment to recollect yourselves.
Yes, of course, you were a bit merciless when it comes to Eli’s pleasure, sadistic even, but you wanted nothing more than to bring your boyfriend gratification everytime you two had an intimate chance together. And Eli never tried changing it, even after your insistent inquiries — he was content.
So as long as your boyfriends like being brutally fucked and overstimulated, you would not change a single thing.
Can you make a masterlist thing on sneaky sneak cause I'm trying to find the other parts but it's taking so long so pls make a masterlist thing so it can be easier?
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hi! if request are still open, could i ask for some grand duke kaufman content? some smut would be amazing, but anything else would be just as awesome! thanks in advance ;v;
A.N.: I love you for requesting about Kaufman, he's literally my second favorite character [right next to Kosair ofc], and I'm finally getting a request just for the man😩🤚 thank you and I hope you enjoy.
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"Oh, your H-Highness…!"
The high-pitched squeal comes from the carriage, muffled by the creaking of the wagon's wheels as the coach rocked back and forth. Mewls and groans ricochet off the enclosed space, mixing with the slapping of skin and wet squelching of the sacrilegious endeavor.
The windows panned with a thin layer of fog, curtains drawn aside, and allowing an obscure view of two silhouettes. The scene within could barely be made out unless one took a long, good look within. However, the sinful sounds painted quite a clear picture on its own, even from a few feet away.
It would surely cause a scandal and uproar within the Western Empire if one realized who was the one creating such noise. The headlines of the leader of a nation fucking one of the Empress's ladies-in-waiting could destroy both of you, yet, at this moment, who cares? Certainly, not you.
Afterall, it's improper for a lady to fraternize with an unmarried man who is not her fiance, unchaperoned, much less her innocence be plucked by a man she had only just met. But how could you deny such a wicked request from an attractive bachelor? The lingering touches and burning stares, how his stormy gaze racked your form whenever you passed, heart drumming in his ribcage — the tension had been too much to bear or ignore.
A coachman stood watch outside, whistling to themselves as they remained on alert for any stray folks coming by to collect their carriages, diverting their attention from the endeavor within the coach behind to assure the nobles were not caught. However, their mind was more focused on the leather pouch of gold the Duke granted him in exchange for their 'services'. They could only hope you two finished, tired from standing for a couple hours already.
Yet, the hope had been crushed when a high-pitched moan reached the coachman's ears.
Dear heavens, the Grand Duke couldn't get enough of hearing such shameless cries from his favorite noble lady, the need to hear more pitiful sounds as he clings to your supple form. Your spine curves as his cockhead hilts in your weeping heat, choking out a plea for him to please slow down.
Soft hands grasped onto his broad shoulders, giving them a squeeze before hooking around his neck as you sank down into his lap, gasping at every delicious stretch from each deep thrust. Fingers knot themselves in his silver locks, tugging at them as the man groans against your skin, nipping at your chest. Vibrations caressed your flesh, the stuttering sounds trickling from his mouth stroking the smoldering flame in your body.
A moan drums in your throat, pulling harshly at his hair. "Kaufman, please, ngh—nghhh…!" You whine, constricting around his twitching cock, and pulling another breathless moan from the Duke.
His hair tickled your nose as his lips grazed your soft flesh, lips brushing over your throat before he began suckling on the delicate surface of your windpipe. Like an artist, he carved dark welts into your velvet skin, painting lovebites in a trail as his teeth grazed and marked across his own personal canvas — you. In the Duke's eyes, you were simply a walking dream he needed, one he had to experience at least once in his life. Kaufman clasped his hands around your thighs, pawing and hastily pushing you down to meet every powerful rut in a pathetic attempt to keep himself nestled in your slick.
"Please, we must stop, Your Highness…!" You beg, eyes glossy from the tears running down your cheeks and a hazy mind that could hardly grasp your climbing release. "I cannot—Lord— cannot continue….!"
Though, Kaufman ignored your attempts to cease and did not slow his movements in the slightest. Dragging his girth and sending a shiver down your back, he sheathes himself back into your dripping pussy without hesitation, continuing to hit every sweet spot that has you ascending to heaven. Your muscles twitch in his palm and he begins to support much more of your weight into his grasp. No, no, not now, don't stop now.
"My lady, please, I need you… I need you to keep going. Ahh, mmm-ngh…," he breathes, kneading your plush and pressing his forehead to the curve of your shoulder. He pulls you closer, pelvis driving into you, determined to continue this fantasy for as long as possible.
Fuck, he couldn't bare to part and not be buried in such a tight cunt as great as yours, so warm and welcoming, sucking him in so greedily even as he split your poor pussy apart. Curses spill from Kaufman, clenching his jaw as he slips deeper into his pussy-drunken state, forgetting how you were struggling to keep up.
"Kaufman, no, no, I can't….!" You whimper, screwing your eyes shut, knowing just one more thrust would have you crumbling and reaching your end. Each plea from before had been ignored, so all you could do was hope he had enough. You didn't know how much more your body could take. "Heavens, Kaufman—ah!"
The pleasure is becoming too much and soon, you would slip into a state that was nothing more than a babbling sniveling whore, no longer able to think about anything else than royal cock stuffing you to the brim with his fertile cum. No longer putting in any effort, you hoped your lack of engagement would deter him — but no.
It merely spurred the Duke to take matters into his own hands and sink you onto his cock, hands clutching your thighs and lifting you off, only to repeat the process as he slams you back down. Cries ripped from your throat and you weakly tug and pull at his hair, sniffling as the pleasure had all become too much.
As you pleaded with him, Kaufamn became lost in his own head. How could he have gone so long without breeding such a fertile cunny? Without knowing how it grips him so snuggly whilst he plucks it for the first time? It is as if his whole being is being devoured — from every broken moan to every fleeting thought, consumed by the rapture of your lust. Yet he did not want it to stop. Even as he drowned and every fiber of his being begged for him to cease, he couldn't stop.
It didn't matter how his own body screamed for rest, the man became more obsessed with ingraining the way your pussy spasmed and creamed around him with every orgasm, adding more to the slick already coating the base of his cock. A white ring painted his shaft as well, testament to how he could hardly get enough of you, proof you were just as hooked as him. But, God, he needed more.
More than you were willing to give him.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Kaufamn's movements began to grow sloppy, biting back a moan as he bucked erratically into your tepid heat, approaching his release once more. The man melted easily into you, a layer of perspiration coating his temple, pleasure contorting his features from reeling with every bounce of your frame.
If by any god out there you hated him for fucking you into a mindless cocksleeve after your requests to stop, he hoped you would forgive him when he was done, for he was far from being finished from using your cunt to his heart's content.
Your arousal drips onto his cock, walls squeezing around him as your release hits you, moaning pathetically as you couldn't take anymore stimulation to your poor abused cunt, snug slick tightening around him so deliciously, he could no longer push his own climax. The duke followed in suit, shutting his eyes tightly and letting out a shaky gasp.
The years of his own dirty endeavors in his homeland would have never prepared him for the moment he is in now, how a woman can mold so perfectly to a man as he sheathes himself into her, pulling melodious cries until her throat became raw as she milked him for all he was worth with no remorse, welcoming their fall from grace, and drowning in a sinful lake of their own creation.
The height of one’s own climax had always been a pivotal moment souls grew obsessed with chasing, to keep feeling the familiar sensation when the flame consumes you as the pot of pleasure spills over, letting you experience the moment between death and life as the air leaves your lungs — where your mind is no longer present and you are nothing but a shell of euphoria.
Praying incoherently under his breath, Kaufman spills a copious amount of hot and thick cum, painting your cunt a creamy white, rutting until the waves of his orgasm wash away. His eyes flutter open and he’s met with the sight of your teary expression, yet, his chest swells at the picture of your glossy eyes and fucked-out face. This is his own euphoria, a creation he cannot stop quite yet until he has fully destroyed you. Despite the teardrops running down your cheeks, the duke cannot see himself leaving you.
When will he see you again if you stop now? His fear of never experiencing this moment again fills him and before he knows it, he has already made up his mind, determined to have you needing and wanting him as much as he desires you.
Slowly pulling out, you do not notice how his gaze darkens, whimpering as he rests his flaccid length against your cunny. You become hopeful of the fact you would get a break and slip back into the palace unnoticed.
However, the thought is pushed aside as he fluidly lifts your frame off his lap and moves it onto the seat, swiftly pushing you onto your back, opening your trembling legs apart as he slots himself between your thighs and sinks back inside your sensitive pussy.
Only now do you see the sick obsession pooling in his light hues, a look you have only seen once in your life, and right then and there, you know. Time stills as you stare back at him, yet regret does not fill you. Your heart squeezes as he presses his chest flush against yours, capturing your lips as he spills every ounce of his longing for you into the kiss. For now, you would forget your worries in the man who might still hold a flame for your respected Empress.
But if you were going to stay here for a while more, you could only hope the ball lasted long enough for you to sneak back into your quarters. You could not have either of their Majesties question your whereabouts as the seed of a royal diplomat leaked from your slick. Heavens no.
Why, what would your fiance say if they heard it from Heinrey and Navier instead of you?
