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@secrettigerlore
we all love a druggy sub that can't fight off a sober dom but what about a drunk dom that can't control himself from a sober sub? the sub pushes groping hands away and tries to keep on their clothes, scowling at the doms liquored breath. s protests, murmuring "you're drunk". d finally manages to pull their pants down and press s into the counter - "so what? you're mine to use when i please"
Flash warning: fast video, you might have to watch it 4-5 times in order to read everything properly.
But that won’t be a problem for you, will it?
All the different ways Toji disciplines you when you’ve pissed him off:
1. Spanking: Bent over his lap, ass up, with his massive hand slapping until your skin is burning red and you’re kicking your legs like a brat.
2. Edging: He’ll finger you, eat you out, or fuck you right to the edge for hours, then pull out or stop the second you’re about to cum.
3. Face-fucking: On your knees with your hands pinned behind your back while he uses your throat. He loves the way your eyes water and how you gag around his thick cock when he hits the back of your throat.
His absolute favorite, though? Making you ride him until your legs completely give out.
Toji leans back against the headboard, cock buried deep inside you, hands lazily resting on your hips without helping. That smug smirk is plastered on his face while you bounce on him. “C’mon baby,” he drawls, “you were running that mouth so much earlier. Keep it movin’. Don’t stop just ‘cause your legs are shaking.”
You whine, hands braced on his broad chest, sweat dripping down your back as you try to keep riding him. “B-but Tojiiii… I’m so fucking tired. My legs hurt…”
He laughs at you, “Aww, princess. Your legs hurt?” one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple hard enough to make you squeak. “Shoulda thought about that before you were eye-fucking Sukuna’s abs like you don’t got me? All I asked for was the truth and you decided to lie to my face.”
You whimper, nails digging into his chest as your legs tremble violently. Every time you sink down, his fat tip kisses the end of your wet cunt. “Toji—please,” you whine, trying to grind instead of bounce, anything to give your burning thighs a break. “I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t—fuck—I wasn’t staring like that…”
He laughs as both hands grip your hips now, but he still doesn’t help forcing you to do all the work. “Bullshit. You were lookin’. And you lied about it. So now you’re gonna keep bouncing on this dick until I’m satisfied.” He bucks up once, making you cry out. “Keep. It. Movin’.”
Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely lift yourself anymore. You slump forward, pressing your sweaty forehead to his collarbone, hips still weakly circling.
His cock throbs inside you as your rhythm gets sloppy. He shakes his head in disappointment at you, “Tch, faster. Don’t make me do all the work after you pissed me off.”
You sob out a moan and obey, forcing your burning muscles to keep moving. “Please…I can’t—my legs are done, Ji, m’sorry—”
He laughs mockingly as his grip on your hips tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, tits bouncing as your ass slaps his thighs. The shift from you doing all the work to him using you like a toy is dizzying.
You cry out, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you senseless. “This is what you get for lying,” he growls against your ear, “Next time you stare at another man, I won’t be so nice.” He punctuates the threat by slamming you down on his cock and grinding deep.
You glare down at him through teary eyes, “You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” you pant, trying to sound tough even while your whining on his cock, “Next time I catch you staring at some random woman’s ass or tits, I swear I’ll—”
He shuts you up by pulling you down closer by the hip, forcing you to take every inch. His voice is sickeningly sweet, dripping with mocking affection as he coos at you. “Uh-uh. None of that, sweetheart. Because unlike you, I don’t stare. I have eyes for you and only you. This dick only gets hard for this pretty pussy right here.”
You try to look away as he thrusts into you harder, wet slick sliding down your thighs onto his. “Y-you look sometimes, I know you do—”
“Nah. You’re imagining things, princess. Eyes only for you.” He picks up the pace, fucking you harder as your tits bounce with every thrust.“Why would I look anywhere else when I’ve got my own needy girl bouncing on me like this, hm?”
You try to argue again but it comes out a moan as your slick drips down his cock. “What was that? Sorry I didn’t catch that, baby,” he continues in that mocking tone, “I could just keep doing this. Make you ride me again right after you cum. And again. And again. Until those pretty legs are shaking so bad you can’t even think about accusing me of shit.”
You’re a mess on top of him, babbling apologies and whimpers as you try not to come so hard. He keeps fucking you through it, and when you finally start to calm down, whimpering and oversensitive, he presses a mocking little kiss to your forehead. “Aw, don’t cry, baby. We’re nowhere near done. You still gotta keep riding this dick and maybe then I’ll consider forgiving you for being such a pretty little liar.”
a/n: tell kuna to come over and join too
Need a man like this🙏🏻
just what I am >_<
I need to be handled like this!!
in severe need of some like. disrespectful, mean, rough, nasty sex right now. make me debase myself for your enjoyment. spit on my holes. hurt me, slap me, choke me type of shit
Displaying to your father is more important than studying.
Tits out. Anytime, anyplace.
need 🤍.
what's a girl gotta do to be held down and raped by someone whispering sweetly in my ear that it's okay if i struggle, it just makes them wanna hurt me more?
Imagine being price's kid that he hardly seemed interested in raising, right? [CHECK THE TAGS]
He liked the idea of having a sweet little kid to keep in his wallet and show off to his work buddies, but he wasn't so fond of actually having you around. Since you could remember you've been fighting for your dad's attention, begging for a "good job, kid." or at least you used to.
That whole dream died when he couldn't be arsed to show up after you landed in the hospital. You spent the last days in that house hardly speaking to your father, then moved out the second you could. You celebrate your 25th birthday alone, finding it difficult to make friends, but it's still more comfortable than any birthday in that house was.
And now you're here.
In a shitty bar, trying to feel anything close to something. It probably says something about you that all of your partners so far come from the kind of bars full of veterans and men old enough to be your dad.
Which, ironically, hadn't meant you expected to see him tonight.
Your dad, captain john price.
...you don't know what compels you to slide up next to him, but whatever plan you had is instantly destroyed when he rests a hand on your hip, mutters a deep "hey there, lovie. Wots a soft thing like you doing here?"
Holy shit.
...your own dad doesn't recognize you. He's looking at you without a hint of recognition, eyeing you up like he's assessing if you're worth the effort of flirting with.
You shouldn't. You really shouldn't. That's your dad, your literal fucking dad.
....john still has the same bedsheets he had when you moved out. His body bowed over yours, panting and groaning as he ruts into you. Fuck, it feels good. It feels wrong and horrible but this is the most your dad has looked at you in years.
"So good for me, love. Fuck– mgh– doing good–" you've never heard your dad say that before, and in your mind you store that memory and scrub the context around it clean.
Some sick part of you loves this, loves the attention and the praise and the usefulness. You can pretend he loves you when he kisses your lips and bites bruises into your neck.
You almost wish he wasn't wearing a condom when he groans, hips stuttering. Now this is what you've been waiting for.
You arch your back, clench down on him in a way that doesn't need to be faked, and moan out "fuck! Yes, dad! Dad!!"
For a moment price just grinds into it, believes it's some little fantasy for you. You can feel the exact moment it clicks, price pulling back to stare at your face.
The disgust at realizing what he did, the horror when he realizes how much he enjoyed it.
Let him try to ignore you now, you're not letting go.
