Men who would have such big cocks that would make you ride them and you can't even get it halfway in before your fucked outta your mind, small drops of your saliva drooling out your mouth as you beg him for help. His hands on your hips guiding you slowly and slowly as you fully take him in, big belly bulge immediately popping out of your stomach.
Men who have such big dicks that you make them hold your hands when you're riding them. Bouncing on his dick coated in your arousal, going on your own pace until you feel your legs go numb and the feeling of him filled in you was making you more cock drunk. You slowly got rid of his hands on your hips and instead hold his hands as support while you slowly bounce up and down on his cock until a white ring forms around his dick as he fills you up with his seed.
You couldn’t sleep, that restless heat before your period keeping you awake, so you woke him up in the middle of the night. Though your husband's tired, he gives in and lets you take control by riding him. What started soft and needy quickly turned rougher—you riding him hard, him gripping you and taking control when you faltered. He teased, scolded, and pushed you until you broke apart, messy and crying in his arms. In the end, you were both spent, sweaty, and tangled together, ruined but held close.
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The room was dark and quiet, the only sound the steady rhythm of his breathing. You shifted beside him, restless, heat pooling low in your stomach like it always did before your cycle. It was unbearable—the ache, the need—and you couldn’t help yourself.
You pressed your face against his shoulder, voice low and needy. “Baby…”
He stirred with a sigh, not even opening his eyes at first. “Sweetheart,” his voice was rough with sleep, “what time is it?”
“Three” you whispered, almost guilty but too desperate to stop. Your thighs were already squeezing together, your pulse thrumming. “I can’t help it. I’m horny.”
Another sigh, this one heavier. He rolled onto his back, rubbing at his face. “Christ, honey… that’s two nights in a row. You’re gonna wear me out.”
You pouted, smacking your palm lightly against his chest, nightgown bunching a little as you moved. “Don’t be mean.”
His hand slid over his face again, then dropped to rest heavy on your thigh. “I’m tired,” he muttered.
You hit him again, softer, half-whining.
Finally, he cracked one eye open, looking at you with that mix of annoyance and affection only he could manage. “Fine. Get on top then.”
Your heart jumped, lips tugging into a smile as you swung a leg over his waist. You straddled him, lifting your nightgown up over your thighs. Before you reached for him, you tugged your bonnet back into place, adjusting it carefully, ignoring the way he huffed a laugh at the sight.
“Gotta look right,” you mumbled, more to yourself, before pulling his dick free of his briefs. He was heavy and warm in your hand, already thickening just from your touch.
Settling over him, you guided the head against your slick folds, gasping when it nudged against your entrance. He gripped your hips, eyes barely parted, watching the way you teased yourself on him.
“Go on then,” he rasped, voice low and edged with sleep. “Take what you wanted so bad you had to wake me up for it.”
You sank down slow, the stretch making your eyes flutter. His dick filled you inch by inch, and your lips parted, breath shaky.
“Mmm…” you moaned, hands braced against his chest as you bottomed out, the weight of him deep inside.
Your thighs trembled as you eased yourself into a steady rhythm, rocking against him, savoring the deep stretch of his dick filling you to the hilt. Each slow roll of your hips made you moan softly, little broken sounds that slipped into the quiet of the room. You were wet enough that every motion drew out a slick, lewd sound, your arousal dripping down to dampen his briefs bunched low around his hips.
He kept his eyes closed at first, head sunk into the pillow, his hand still heavy on your hip. Every so often, he let out a low grunt or a quiet moan, the kind of sound that rumbled from his chest and made you clench tighter around him.
You rode him like that for a while—slow, sensual, almost lazy. But the ache in your belly only grew sharper, needier. You leaned forward and pressed one palm to his stomach, sliding it under his t-shirt. Your nails scraped over his skin, dragging lines across his abs as you bounced harder, faster.
His breath caught, and his eyes cracked open. Hooded, half-dreaming, but watching you now—your nightgown bunched high, bonnet crooked, your lips parted around breathy moans, the slick sound of your cunt taking him raw filling the room. His lips parted too, a faint grunt pushing past them as he shifted his grip, squeezing your hip tighter.
“Fuck…” he muttered, voice rough, gravelly with sleep. “You’re lucky I love the way you feel.”
That only spurred you on—you fucked yourself down on him harder, wetter now, your moans rising into whines. The drag of him inside was unbearable, thick and perfect, hitting so deep your stomach clenched.
“Mghn—ahh” you gasped, nails digging into him as your hips snapped down, creamy arousal coating his dick with every grind. “You feel so fucking good—”
His gaze dragged over you slowly, hungry even through the haze of sleep. He groaned again, hips lifting just enough to meet your movements, driving deeper, making your breath hitch.
You rode him faster, tits bouncing with each movement, sweat pearling on your skin, voice catching as you gave him everything—your whimpers, your nails, the sight of your body working his cock like you were made for it.
His eyes stayed on you, hooded and dark, lips parted around another low moan.
“Messy little thing,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep but edged. “Getting wetter the longer you use me. Gonna make yourself cum on this dick, ma?”
Your hips faltered for a moment, thighs burning from the effort, and you let out a shaky little moan. He felt it immediately—the drag of your rhythm slowing, your body trying to take mercy on itself.
“Uh-uhn,” he murmurs, eyes still half-lidded but sharp enough. “Keep going.”
“Mhm,” you whimpered, nodding fast, biting down on your lip as you tried to grind faster, harder, the stretch almost too much but addictive all the same.
He watched the struggle, the way your mouth parted, the way your brows furrowed and eyes watered just a little as your body worked him. A dark smirk curled at his mouth.
“Shameless.” he muttered, voice edged with heat. “Waking me up at three in the damn morning just to sit on this dick. You’re so fucking nasty, you know that?”
A flush burned through your chest at his words, your thighs quivering. His hand released your waist and he slapped your ass, his filthy way of trying to spur you on. You wined at the sharp stinging sensation.
He groaned low, thrusting his hips up into you once, hard enough to make you yelp. “Faster. I didn’t tell you to slow down.”
You rocked slow, already sensitive. “I—fuck—you shouldn't talk—ah—you’re making me do all the work,” you gasped, nails clawing at his chest.
That got him. He sighed like you’d tried his patience, then suddenly his big arm was wrapping tight around your waist, hauling you down flush to him. His other hand came up, rough and certain, wrapping around your jaw and squeezing until your lips jutted in a pout.
Your eyes went wide, lips parted around a soft, broken sound.
“Watch your mouth,” he scolded, his hips snapping up into you, hard and fast, making your whole body jolt with each deep thrust. “You’re the one who woke me up begging for dick. You should be grateful I even let you ride me, slut.”
Fresh tears pricked at your lashes, your breath coming in high-pitched moans as his dick slammed into you, raw and deep, stretching you in a way that bordered on too much.
“Mmghn—oh god—” you gasped, voice breaking as your nails dug harder into his chest, leaving deep cresent marks as your mind slipped sideways with the force of his thrusts.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunts against your mouth, eyes locked, lips curled. “Cry for it. Take what you asked for.”
You keen, wet and whimpering, eyes glassy as you felt him battering deep inside, his grip on your jaw forcing your gaze to stay locked with his. Your thighs shook, your walls fluttering around him, every stroke drawing you closer even as his voice scolded, edged with possession.
“Ungrateful little brat,” he gritted, jaw tight as he kept fucking into you. “So mouthy, but you always listen when it counts, don’t you? You love me putting you in your place.”
You nodded frantically, lips trembling under the pressure of his hand, every thrust pulling a needy moan from your throat, your whole body screaming yes even as tears spilled from the corners of your eyes.
His thrusts never lost rhythm—deep, rough, unforgiving—forcing your body to take him over and over.
“Don’t pout at me,” he teases, voice low and edged, his breath hot against your face. “You wanted this. You woke me up begging, and now you’re gonna take it the way I give it.”
His hips snapped harder, making you yelp. He swallowed the sound with a deep groan, lips parted, eyes blown. Your walls clutching him with desperate pulses.
You pant, clinging to him, your body burning, splitting, drowning in him.
“Please—ah—!” your voice cracked, high and broken, “please—”
“Mm, I love hearing that,” he rasped, pushing deeper until your walls spasmed around him, soaked and messy. “My sweet girl, dripping all over me, crying for it. Look at you. So fucking needy.”
Your eyes rolled back when he hit that spot again and again, and you could feel your body trembling on the edge, teetering. But just when you thought he’d let you break, he released his grip on your jaw and waist, leaving you suddenly free, trembling and desperate.
“Go on,” he said, leaning back into the pillows, sweat glistening at his temple, lips curling as he watched you. “Ride it. Show me how bad you need it.”
Your thighs burned as you shifted, lifting yourself just enough to start bouncing again, his cock dragging deliciously through your slick walls. Your head tipped back, moans spilling out, wetter and louder than before.
He groaned low in his chest, one big hand sliding down between your thighs, thumb circling your clit. You gasped, body jolting, hips stuttering as the pleasure doubled.
“Ohhh—fuck, I—” you whimper, bouncing faster now, the mix of his dick stirring your insides and his thumb working your swollen clit making you gush wetter, dripping down his shaft.
“Messy little problem,” he grunted, watching his dick disappear into you, creamy and soaked. “So nasty and perfect. Can’t even wait ‘til morning—had to wake me up dripping for it.”
Your moans broke higher, tears streaking your cheeks as you rode him harder, his thumb rubbing fast and dirty over your clit. He groaned with every bounce, his eyes fixed on you, dark, lips parted, savoring the sight of you falling apart but not giving you permission yet.
“Keep going, ma,” he ordered, voice a low drawl. “Show me you’re grateful. Show me how much you need this dick.”
Your thighs shook, your body begging to give in, but he only pressed harder at your clit, drawing it out, dragging your need to the very edge without letting you tumble over.
Your thighs were trembling, muscles screaming, but you didn’t dare stop. His dick kept splitting you open, sliding in deep and raw.
“God—oh, baby—” your voice pitched, cracked and broken, breathless from the pace. Your lashes fluttered, lips parted and glistening with spit as your head tipped back.
“That’s it,” he rasped, voice low and rough, every word vibrating against your chest where you leaned into him. His hand at your waist held you steady while his other worked between your thighs. “Look at you. Falling apart on my dick. So fucking wet for me.”
More tears streaked hot down your cheeks as the pressure built unbearable. “F–fuck, I can’t—” you sobbed, bouncing harder, messy and uncoordinated now, your wetness gushing down his shaft.
“Yes you can,” he snapped, eyes locked on you, sweat beading at his brow. Breath ragged, but his stare never wavered. “You’re gonna cum for me, sweetheart. Right here, right now. Cream all over this dick—come on. Be good for me.”
His thumb pressed harder, circling tight, and that was it. Your whole body seized as your orgasm tore through you, violent and raw. You screamed his name, thighs shaking uncontrollably, your pussy squeezing around him in desperate pulses, soaking him as you collapsed forward.
“That’s it,” he groaned, gritting his teeth as he fucked you through it, keeping you bouncing, milking him while you shattered. His eyes burned into yours when you lifted your head, dazed and wet-faced, your lips trembling. “Mghn—so pretty. Look at you.”
Your body shook, tears blurring your vision, but you held his gaze. Even while your orgasm ripped through you, you saw him watching—hungry, proud, undone by how desperate you were for him.
He hissed, groaned deep, He pulled out fast, stroking himself rough until he spilled hot and messy over your stomach, streaking your skin, painting across the underside of your tits.
“Goddamn, baby” he panted, voice frayed, chest heaving as his release dripped down your belly.
You were still shaking, your thighs weak, lips glossy and parted, chest heaving. You smeared some of his mess across your belly with shaky fingers, half-worn, half-proud, and he only smirked, pulling you down into his arms, sweat-slick and sticky between you both.
His mouth pressed to your temple, giving a sweet peck before he whispered into your hair, "Got it out your system?"
i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )
whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1
he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2
sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3
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no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4
their favorite ways to eat you out ! including . . . your faves from all around warnings . . . cunnilingus. lots of it. we cracking everybody tn.
now playing ! flo jackson by flo milli 🎧
the one who uses your panties as a hair tie while he eats you out — SUGURU GETO . FIRE LORD! ZUKO . VINCENT VALENTINE . SEPHIROTH . BYAKUYA KUCHIKI . KOZUME KENMA . NEJI HYUGA . RENJI ABARAI . JIRAIYA . MADARA UCHIHA . ITACHI UCHIHA . YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI .
one large palm braced against the back of your thigh as your toes curl from the cool air kissing your bare legs and the slick heat between your thighs. it’s a pretty little thing, all lacy and dark with a sickening wet patch at the front and afterall, you spent so much time getting dressed up for this little outing with him tonight — he wants to reward you for being so generous to him. but not before he claims a well earned souvenir for himself of course.
so he gathers his hair in one hand and your messy panties in the other while you squirm from his sheer audacity. cute, he thinks, as he loops the fabric into his tresses for a haphazardly done ponytail. then, he guides your hand there gently and watches your eyes roll back the moment his head mouth disappears between your thighs. but remember honey, you’ve gotta hold on.
the one who spreads you open with his tongue and yours —OSAMU MIYA . TSUKISHIMA KEI . URAHARA KISUKE . SANJI . HIGURUMA HIROMI . NANAMI KENTO . TOBIRAMA SENJU . SHIKAMARU NARA . KUROO TETSURO . SUNA RINTAROU . KEIGO TAKAMI . ICHIGO KUROSAKI . SASUKE UCHIHA . BRUCE WAYNE .
experienced and nasty, or worse, virginal and nasty. dives in head first no fingers necessary because he’s here to eat and he doesn’t play around with his food like a green fucking boy. the fat pink slick of his tongue parts your folds with two sweeping motions, finding your swollen clit with ease then slithering to your pulsing hole for a taste — when you shiver in delight, he grins and slithers his fingers up your body to find your mouth open and waiting. there, he slips two digits in for you to slobber on like a filthy pet and hums thoughtlessly at how eager you are.
only when he’s satisfied with your contribution, will he slip his fingers into your sopping cunt and speak in tongues, literally, over your aching clit.
the one who eats it from the back, with a twist — RYOMEN SUKUNA . ATSUMU MIYA . GRIMMJOW . BAKUGOU KATSUKI . TOJI FUSHIGUROU . SHUNSUI KYORAKU . HIRAKO SHINJI . NAOYA ZENIN . JASON TODD . OBITO UCHIHA . RORONOA ZORO .
because he’s a freak, he’s nasty and he knows deep down you are too, so he’ll draw it out until you’re filthy beyond recognition like him. face up, ass down, two palms over your ass cheeks and tongue flattened against your weeping pussy, using the grip he has to fuck you onto it because it’s yours, so use it, use him. if you’re feeling sweet, he coaxes you into a decent pace and lets you take over, but otherwise?
don’t hover, park that pussy so he can fuck you onto his tongue the way you deserve to be ruined. he’s mean and won’t apologize for it, so don’t even bother try running from it, you’re a big girl.
the one who cums inside you just so he can eat it up — BOKUTO KOTAROU . NARUTO UZUMAKI . AANG . SHOYO HINATA . CHOSO KAMO . CLOUD . ACE . MODULO! YUJI . YUUTA OKKOTSU . KAZEKAGE! GAARA . ZACK FAIR . CLARK KENT . DICK GRAYSON .
who is totally insatiable and pussy whipped the moment he has you spread out for him. in his mind, getting his cock in you might as well be foreplay, because the moment he nuts, he withdraws just to watch the creamy rivulets leak from your dripping hole, cunt already molded to the shape of him. he’s way too obsessed with it, can’t help himself, practically begs you to let him eat you out and you watch in utter horror as he folds you in half and laps up at the mess he made.
be vigilant, because he’s already hard again and the rinse-repeat is imminent. he considers it criminal if your creamy pussy is just left without a proper cleanup. but you’ll let him pump more loads in you and clean them up won’t you?
Husband!Ichigo who loves to fuck you raw as soon as you two get married, not just because he wants to become a dad as quickly as possible, but also because he craves the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his cock as you desperately milk him dry.
Husband!Ichigo who can’t keep his hands to himself whenever you pass by, casually smacking your pretty bum or thighs just because he can. Around you, he doesn’t have to hold back, he gets to be his true self. And that true self is a bit of a pervert who worships your beautiful curves every single day.
Husband!Ichigo who loves taking you in front of a full-size mirror, just so he can watch every little gasp and moan that leaves your lips as he agonizingly slowly slides his throbbing length inside your aching cunt. Standing right behind you, his heavy hands gripping and slapping your ass, he buries himself deep while watching your expressions twist in pleasure. The way your eyes roll back as you cream around him, like you’re about to fall apart completely? Absolutely priceless.
Husband!Ichigo who makes you a nutritious breakfast almost every morning, just to ensure you start your day right. It’s his quiet way of showing how much you mean to him and how deeply he cares about your well-being. And even on busy days, he still makes the effort, grabbing your favorite pastries and a good old coffee from the nearby bakery so you won’t go without.
Husband!Ichigo who loves waking you up with his mouth between your thighs, slowly pulling you from sleep as he indulges in your warmth. A soft chuckle vibrates against your skin when you begin to stir, his tongue dragging lazily over your slick folds while he takes his time. There’s no rush, he just wants to feel you, hear you, and make you come undone before the day even begins.
Husband!Ichigo who never returns from a mission empty-handed, always bringing you small trinkets or gifts that reminded him of you. Sometimes it’s something simple, sometimes something rare like exotic flowers from Hueco Mundo, or that sweet sake you once shared with him and Kyoraku (which he definitely didn’t “borrow”).
Husband!Ichigo who pulls you close in the early morning, half-asleep and still worn out from the night before, and slowly sinks into you from behind. His lips brush against your shoulder blades, leaving soft kisses as his hands wander gently over your body. His movements are slow, deep, and unhurried meant to wake you up in the most overwhelming way possible, especially when his fingers join in, guiding you right back to the edge.
Husband!Ichigo who keeps track of your cycle more carefully than you’d expect, not just to give you space when you need it, but because he knows exactly when you’re the most sensitive. On your ovulation. And when that time comes, he’s fucking you relentlessly until he got you stuffed full with his seed, pumping it even deeper inside of your fertile womb with every followed thrust.
three powerful gang members decide to kidnap their rival’s wife as retaliation and she never wants to leave once they’re done.
word count: 2.4K
other themes 📝: black fem! reader (plus size), multiverse modern au, noncon turned consensual (idk if that’s a thing), implied trafficking/pimping, very rough sex, overstimulation, drugging, heavy language, slapping, name calling, degradation + praise, hair pulling, throat fucking, heavy squirting (mentions of piss play), choking, spanking, dacryphilia, spit play, slapping, heavy breeding
🎙️: this is a little rushed and I’m certain it won’t be seen but I just wanted to get smth out bc it’s 3 days into kinktober and I’m miserably behind. I’m new to writing gangbangs so forgive me if it’s not too good. There will probably be a longer version to this somewhere in the future but idk that depends.
the air surrounding you right now felt heavy ... .the atmosphere of the room was thick, dense and quite frankly, damn near inhospitable. Not exactly what you’d call an ideal hotel stay by any means. Of course, this wasn’t exactly your typical weekend getaway. No, rather than traipsing through the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, sundress swaying as you walked arm in arm with your husband and a designer bag of your choosing on the other shoulder…..
“Look up at the camera, gorgeous. We wouldn’t want to miss that priceless shot.”
“You’re so pretty like this…being a dumb little whore suits you. I don’t know if I want to put you on the street or keep you for ourselves.”
“Are you kidding? There’s no way we’re letting any of those bastard Johns get this. That pussy’s way too good. She’s our now. Besides, something tells me she’s enjoying this waaay more than she’s letting on. Isn’t that right?”
instead, here you were…lying across the king bed of a deluxe suite. Stretched out, stuffed and filled to the brim with copious amounts of bodily fluids. Ones that didn’t belong to the man whose ring or last name you wore. They were the property of three complete and total strangers and apparently, now so were you. Your head was fuzzy, unable to make sense of anything that was happening. That body? Sore from head to toe and unbeknownst, covered in bruises…oddly enough, you felt quite inebriated as well, almost out of your mind…as if you had taken some sort of substance. Despite only having a cup of apple juice from the maitre’d just to rinse the tart taste of the complimentary pretzels from your mouth. It was shortly after that, you’d begin to feel lightheaded and eventually would black out. The next thing you know, you were lying in this bed, staring up at three men who looked more terrifying than any monster from a TV show. To say it was a rude awakening was certainly an understatement.
“Answer me, baby. I asked a question..don’t make me repeat myself, okay? I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
the first one, a guy with spiky blue, disheveled locks and a prominent ‘6’ with what looked to be teeth tattooed on his torso was the one speaking to you. His inked fingers would soon clasp your jaws and hold them in place as he shoved two of those digits down your throat, prompting you to gag a bit. Before you could even react, he’d follow it up with a couple heavy handed slaps to your chubby cheeks. Naturally, you’d whimper, twisting your head away as you begged him to stop. But he wasn’t listening, not even in the slightest.
“Aww…still pretending, I see. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty more time to break, we’re just getting started.”
because the truth of the matter was….there was a tinge of truth to his brash statement. Sure, once you were alert enough to see what was happening, you’d attest. Crying, kicking and flailing as you pleaded for these strangers to let you go. But once they began tearing those clothes off, pinning your limbs down and groping that body….your tune changed. Even if you didn’t want it to or even try. After all, it was the stuff of nightmares! Being taken captive by three guys who you stood no chance against, having their way with you. You’d attempt to inquire about why they were doing this but alas, you’d only receive an answer that confused you even more; courtesy of the black haired gentleman with a cross tattoo on his forehead. In the midst of being pounded from behind by his partner, he’d clutch the top of your head, making you fixate your teary eyed gaze solely on him and uttered: “…you’ll have to ask your husband about that, my dear. That’s if you ever see him again.”
Eventually, you’d find every one of your orifices and erogenous areas licked, fingered, stuffed and downright abused. One making you ride him whilst the other fucked your ass from behind. One making you jack him off, the other hollowing out your throat and the other bending your legs as far as they could reach and feeding you deep strokes.… no matter how loudly you screamed, how much you begged and how much you pushed away, there was no letting up.
“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what I did but please let me go.”
“I think you misunderstand, my love…this is all for your benefit. You deserve so much more than he could ever give you and we can change that.”
“Fucking hell, stop crying already…whiny bitch.”
“Nah, let her keep screaming and begging…shit turns me on.”
Your expression and words may have been one of a woman who was frightened and scared but your body harbored the truth. A woman who was sexually frustrated and needed release….a woman who was tired of the mundane, vanilla sex you’d grown accustomed to. The bored housewife of a neglectful husband who had often fantasized about these sorts of sick, depraved acts. It was exactly why you couldn’t stop coming every time one of these evil bastards thrashed their cocks around inside of you….the girths and sizes unlike any you’ve experienced in the past, and far larger than your husband’s. Why you couldn’t stop moaning every time one of them called you a good girl or said they were proud of you. Or even clenched around their shafts when they called you a filthy bitch or a slut, slapping you across the face like an object because something your brain truly craved that. But it was blatantly obvious that not only were they going to force you to make them fit but become acclimated to their shape. So as you lie there, covered in what was already an exorbitant amount of cum…
“…p—please..”
“Yes, darling? Please what?”
“Yeah, use those words, pretty girl. We’re waiting.”
you still wanted more! You craved more of this debaucherous treatment.
“Please don’t stop fucking me..use all of my holes.”
and in that moment, it was as if all of their ‘hard work’ had paid off. The dark haired man with the cross tattoo, who you’d come to know as Chrollo, ushered you off of your back and onto all fours. Waving you towards him with a finger, he’d cup your chin between your fingers and plant a sloppy kiss directly into your mouth. When he pulled back, you’d notice he was brandishing a small white tablet between his fingers and before you could even utter a word, he’d dispense it onto your tongue. “Here you go, darling. That should ease all of those worries. Now that pretty little head of yours is as good as blank.” The second it began coagulating with your saliva, it would stay to dissolve and in a few minutes, you’d feel the effects. With tears still staining your cheeks, you’d finally muster a smile for the first time in two hours. Still intoxicated, tongue dangling slightly from between those plump lips with all of your pretty makeup smeared. Those tight ringlet curls from your coily hair were in complete disarray and that gorgeous brown skin was marked with white and clear stains. Some were more prominent than others by this time.
“Fuck it, let’s put one in her ass too. Really make this little bitch lose her mind….she’ll be fucking us for the whole night.”
that raspy, wild voice and brash demeanor as you’d come to learn, belonged to a man they called Grimmjow or just Grimm as you’d heard him be referred to as both in this short span. He was certainly the most rough of the bunch but when he was pinning you down, burying that thick cock to the hilt…you’d never felt so alive! It was something about someone being forceful, telling you to ‘take their dick’ that just truly made you feral. Then there was the one currently mounting behind you…
“Hell yeah…I mean, she doesn’t look like she wants to leave anyways.”
reddish black hair, raspy voice, a plethora of tattoos running down his arms and chest and could eat pussy like his life was dependent upon it. His name? “Aye, Ryo. Here..” Grasping your hip, he’d do exactly as his friend instructed and spread your thick ass apart, spanking it with heavy handed slaps as he did so. Bending down to slop his tongue around your stretched and borderline prolapsed hole. “God, you opened up so nice…I knew you would.” Praising you as he unsealed the plastic baggie with another white tab inside to place into your anus. You had already begun to drool, eyes dilated and chest beginning to heave from the first one. His thumb pressing gently into it and eliciting a soft gasp and giggle from you in the process. All whilst teasing that head along your quivering slit. There was a slight smile on your face, a complete change from what was displayed earlier. In a matter of moments, you’d find your head tugged forward, a forceful hand on the small of your back and all three of them cornering in on you. Simultaneously, Ryo and Chrollo would glide between both sets of your lips with pure ease. It didn’t take long for you to become acclimated with their shapes and fits again.
“This look suit you much better, baby…being a drugged out little whore, taking dick from strangers. It’s like you were made for this.”
“Yes..God, you’re incredible, my love. Such a perfect little cocksleeve—gahh, that throat feels amazing.”
meanwhile, Grimm would stand stroking his own shaft at the sight of his friends using you for their own gratification. Gagging noises emitting from your mouth along with trails of saliva and creamy secretions dripping from that abused cunt. Both of those poor holes were twitching in reaction to the constant stimulation and now that the little pills had been absorbed into your bloodstream, all you could do was laugh. Begging them for more…almost numb to any pain or discomfort. Just riddled with pleasure and intoxication…their movements would quicken and Ryo was pounding you with hard, fast and extremely rough thrusts, practically jackhammering you. Meanwhile, Chrollo was bucking his hips upward to find home in your esophagus. Intermittently, they’d take turns, snatching your head around to spit between those jaws. All while slapping and berating you. It was gritty, nasty, a little violent and everything you needed.
“F-fuuuuck yessss! I need more..keep fucking me, just like this!”
cackling and moaning through gritted teeth as he gave you a few seconds of respite. Although the sight of you whimpering and scared was quite enjoyable for them, this side of you was far more entertaining!
“Hell yeah, now we’re talking…love when my women act like fucking sluts.” Grimm, who had been sitting patiently for his turn, would gently push Chrollo back in order to have his fill. “Open that mouth wide, you lil’ bitch…I wanna make you throw up on it.” Without so much as missing a beat, he’d grasp your head, forcing it down on that cock until your forehead nearly touched the base and demanded that you hold it there. For a moment, you couldn’t make a sound, seeing as how Ryo had ever so swiftly alternated holes. Burying himself to the hilt in that tight asshole. “Goddamn, you’re squeezing me..you must want my nut in your ass again.” Breaking out with a maniacal laugh, knowing that you were going to release an ear curdling scream when you regained your breath. Just as he promised, Grimm would laugh as he withdrew, and watched as your fluids spilled out onto his member. He seemed extremely satisfied to have all but made you vomit. Meanwhile, your pussy could not stop leaking from the impact and you felt as if it you were going to explode. That cervix was as good as bruised, if not damaged. You’d held off your husband for a long time when it came to kids and he had become frustrated in recent months. But now, you were filled with so many orgasms that it would be impossible to not be. That would be a conversation for another time…right now, you were focused on your own release.
“ ‘m gonna squirt….feel so full.” muttering out in a squeaky voice as you expressed that it felt as if something was pressing on your bladder.
“Damn, I’m surprised she has anything left in her…poor thing must be dehydrated at this point.”
Chrollo teased as he massaged himself, looking so sexy as he stroked himself. Ryo on the other hand, didn’t care!
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s squirt, piss..let it out. Come for me, bitch. Come for me with my dick in your ass.”
with that, you’d feel yourself come undone like an unraveling string and all you could do was remain frozen. He’d pound your hole for a few seconds more until he felt the wet stream of warm juices spilling out into the mattress..coagulating with the various other puddles you’d left behind. That head felt fuzzy and had gone so blank that it hadn’t even registered how loud you were screaming and moaning. Writhing around underneath his grasp and under their control. All three men would laugh at your reaction, watching you involuntarily flail from the sensation. Once you finished, Ryo would shoot yet another load into that anal cavity, grunting and leaving more brutal smacks on your already sore behind.
“Good job, my love. We’re so proud.”
“Yeah, that’s my beautiful little slut…”
“Such a nasty bitch, I love it.”
you were in for a long night and possibly….your future if they had anything to do with it!
