your older boyfriend who just looveesss you so much ! you, his girl, the sweetest thing in his life— who’s quite a bit younger than him. at first, he was rather put off; but after a lot of pestering from you, he gave you a chance. and now he’s hooked.
every single date has him feeling less… stressed. you’ve got that effect, it seems— and your older boyfriend just loves it so much !! he’s so, so happy to have a cute thing like you by his side.
so, he’s always eager to treat you once you both get a moment of privacy.
and by treating you, i mean making sure that you have the best night of your life every night. your older boyfriend always starts by laying you down on the bed, gently kissing your inner thigh. he likes to buy you dresses; specifically the ones on the shorter side. because now, when he settles down on the floor, he’s got a perfect view of those lacy panties he picked out for you the other day. he wastes no time leaning in, licking a stripe up your clothes pussy. your older boyfriend is a gentleman, sure— but sometimes he can’t help himself. especially not with you laying down all cute, a leg slipping over one of his broad shoulders.
your older boyfriend makes out with your clothed cunt for a little while, a grin tugging at his lips when you whine at him to ‘hurry up’ and ‘stop teasing!’ but don’t you know, teasing you is what he does best.
even then, he doesn’t want to keep you waiting too long. so he tugs down the fabric— soaked with your juices and his saliva, the material clinging to the skin of your thighs.
yeah, he’s definitely going to have a nice, looooooonnngggggg night tonight !!
characters . . . KISHIBE (csm), garp (one piece), joseph joestar (jjba), older! oliver aiku (bllk), maybe toji (jjk), aizawa (mha), askeladd mmm’.!.!!! (vinland saga), vincent valentine bc i love him (ff7)
You’re just a college girl who was on your way home from a party one fateful night, when you were grabbed by a gross, old, middle-aged man and thrown into a busted-up, dirty van, only to get knocked out and woken up again to the feeling of someone twisting your nipples and pounding your sorry cunt into a sore, sopping mess.
He keeps you in his dusty basement on a rusty princess bed and a filthy old mattress, with a leash and collar snug around your throat, and makes you wear all types of fetishized shit—cheerleader and schoolgirl uniforms, slutty maid and nurse outfits, even doggy ears and a tail. He films you humping stuffed animals with a vibe stuck to your clit, making you enact whatever sick requests the audience pays him for, then takes you for himself—in all holes—mouth, pussy, ass, repeat.
He’s a dirty old pig who makes you swallow his rancid seed every night, and the minute the chance of escape arises, you take it without hesitation, dead set on escaping the hellhole you’re held hostage in.
Only…
He catches you.
And now you’ll learn that there will never be any such thing as escape.
A scathed and meaty hand twirls and twines into your hair, holding it in a fist while dragging you down the basement stairs again, across the concrete floor to the musty bed you’d been desperate to run away from.
“Now, why’d you run away, hm?” he asks, whining. “I’ve been fucking you so sweetly every night, haven't I? Fed you well, kept you clean and warm—how could you be so ungrateful?”
He moves quickly, with direction, knowing exactly how he wants you when he punishes you. On your bare ass against the cold concrete floor, he ties your wrists and ankles up tight to each post by the foot end of the bed frame, spread open like a butterfly with your tits and pussy on display. Then walks over to his little shop of horrors.
You dread what he’s to pull out—anticipating anything between pinchers, whips, and crops—breaths frantic and eyes vivid with fear, only sickened further when he comes back with the bottle of oil and one fat power-drill dildo ribbed with knobs from stem to stern.
“This’ll teach yah—get your puussy weepin’ and sorry, wishin’ you’d been good ‘n’ stayed put where master can take care of you.”
You squirm on the floor, arms twisting in their bonds, but ultimately helpless as he squats down and points the thick bulb against your opening. You thought at first he was going to use the oil as lube, but no—he pries your bone-dry cunt apart and feeds your unwilling pussy every inch, smacking your clit good and hard before turning the toy on, making you scream and toil, feeling the stiff nibs run rampant against your unprepped walls.
He pays your cries no mind as he pops the cork of the oil and pours it over your face, using his thick hand to lube you up all slick and slippery, giving your cheek a hard slap before fingering your mouth with four of his fat digits, all put forcing his entire hand down your poor throat, making you choke on it while pinching your nose shut with the other, going at it until you’re left panting out for him like a little bitch in heat, drool dripping from your lips down your heaving chest where your perked nipples shiver in grim anticipation.
“Listen here, girlie,” he says, raising his foot and putting it down on your shoulder, weighing heavily. “You’ll learn to follow my rules—” He grabs the top of your head with one hand while the other tugs on his cock, swinging his ballsack against your face. “One way or the other.”
He yanks on your hair and gives your cheek a sound slap, gearing up for another until you do as he wants, dropping your jaw wide for him with a whimpery whine.
“Mmh, good girl. Soon, you’ll learn to love obeying,” he purrs with a smile, roughly slamming his meat into the back of your throat, face-fucking you hard and messy, coating his cock with your spit before dragging himself out, only to dip his heavy sack in your mouth instead, making you taste the sour rank.
Your breath shivers and gags, making you squeeze your eyes shut while forcing yourself to keep your mouth open and tongue out.
“That’s right, little girlie, play with my balls—show them love, and I’ll show your pussy some mercy.”
He watches the hope pool in your eyes until tears go streaming down your cheeks as you nom on his ballsack with newfound devotion, nodding your head for him.
Putting his other foot between your thighs, he rubs your slit with the grit of his big toe—playing with your clit and making you squirm, thighs quaking while your insides are churned by the cruel toy inside you.
He pins his cock underneath his thumb, sliding it up and down your glossy face, loving the way you desperately kiss and suckle on his sack, letting out a pleased sigh at the sweet sight. “That's it, sweetpea. It’s high time you finally learn. Your body is mine—all your holes, these pretty titties, your tongue, even your tiny little toes. It’s all mine—my toy.” His hand in your hair, holding you steady, the other drops down to grab your breast, fondling it as he groans. “Which is why today, I’m gonna play with you in every way possible.”
Then he turns around—still with his hand yanking your hair, he forces you to lean back and rest your head on the bed behind you—face up before he sits himself on you. At first, with all his weight smushing you into the mattress before he started rubbing his asscrack from chin to lips to nose and down again, sliding in the oil mixed with spit and tears like the perfect lube—uncaring of your muffling as he gets comfortable using you as a seat.
“I’ll let you breathe after you’ve cleaned my crack,” he states, resting his elbows on his thighs while jerking his cock. “Now, if that tongue isn't two inches deep in my ass in the next three seconds, the next thing going down your throat is my foot—and mark my words, sweetheart, it’ll be the last thing you choke on.”
He pinches and rubs your nipples into sore nubs while you nearly break your neck under the pressure, slurping his hole desperately, making him groan out heavy moans. Roosting on your face as he tugs his meat, shimmying in an effort to lure your tongue deeper into his asshole, wanting it to reach his prostate.
Still getting your insides savaged by the rotating dildo he’d shoved inside you, though now soaked so badly there’s a little pool beneath you. He bends forward until his thick hand grabs your cunt, flicking his gritty finger over your pearled clit until you spray shameless fluid all over the floor with a muffled scream between his cheeks.
Only then does he finally get up, watching you pant with a smile, a few black curly pubes attached to your slick face. Hair matted to your scalp.
“A'tta girl. Glad to see you’ve finally understood your place,” he coos, lazily pulling on his length, still red-tipped and hard. “Next time you forget, I’ll wash all those filthy words out of your mouth with a stream of nice warm piss. Understood?” His other hand gives you another slap, stuffing your mouth with two fat digits. “Hm?”
You pant around them with drool, feeling sick to your stomach, but just as desperate.
“Yesh mashter.”
♡ BNHA – Enji
♡ CSM – Kishibe
♡ HxH – Uvogin
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Kinktober day 6: Mirror Sex/Public Sex (Reader x Any Nasty "Older" Man of your Choosing)
Characters: Requiem!Leon Kennedy, Kishibe, Zeke Yaeger, Erwin Smith, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna, Old! Joseph Jostar, Older Jotaro Kujo, Jiraiya, Kakashi ....any other charcter you wanna superimpose into this bathroom with you.
*****(I'm trying something different here, I wrote this with a character in mind but realized about half way through that I never mentioned his name or even got that physically descriptive. So i wanted to see what it would be like to leave it open. Let me know if yall hate it)*****
You had a bit of a…taste for older men. Not too much older, really, but…older than you. And tonight your limits were being tested. By this man, this man who approached you between your third and fourth drink. One whose tongue was made nasty by liquor. Exceptionally nasty. In a smoke latent, booze sticky floored bar, he took you by the waist and after just a few dances he was whispering in your ear about how he wanted to take you into the bathroom and press you against the mirrors and make you watch yourself as he fucked your brain out of your head.
Truly, what could you have done? There was no way you were saying no to an offer like that, especially not from this…wet dream of aman. A man whose voice scoured your ear and neck as he spoke, liquor heavy breath intoxicating you by proxy. In the small bar bathroom, loud music pumping through, he pressed your face against the glass of the mirror, a black-markered graffiti in your vision. Did its artist anticipate that their work would be your grounding piece, a focal point while getting your lights fucked out by a man likely twenty years older than you? Your eyes couldn’t focus on your reflection, you were too close to the glass, and you were barely able to keep your eyelids open for longer than a few seconds at a time. He was big, and it had been a while, you thought there was a none zero chance that he could have broken through some kind of regrown hymen the way it felt like he split you open with his angry, brutally paced thrusts. You felt your cum drip down your legs, stringy beads of your combined precums catching in your panties around your ankles. He hunched over your back, sharp teeth biting into your ear, tasting the metal of your earrings.
“Look at you. Such an easy slut for me.” He growled, making your cunt flutter around him, “Oh you like that, huh? You love being a nasty slut. Getting fucked by a stranger, you do this for everyone? Or am I just special?”
You try to whimper out an answer but your voice has abandoned you, you see your drool glisten against the mirror.
He laughed at you, a deliciously cruel taunt. He takes hold of the roots of your hair, pulling you back from the glass and making you look at your reflection, and at him still thrusting hard behind you.
“See how pretty you look like this?” He jerked your head to force your shy eyes to look forward.
You made eye contact with your reflection. He was right. You did look pretty like this. Your hair pulled up in a perfect, unobtainable pony tail, falling around your face, your lips glossy and parted for your gasps, your tits half exposed from your top, threatening to spill over. He watched you from behind, admiring yourself, observing your transformation into the hedonistic slut he clocked you as the moment he met you.
“Go on, give her a little kiss.” He pressed deeper inside you, hard against your cervix.
“W-what?’ You whined, trying to look back, but unable to break away from his grip on your hair.
“Give yourself a pretty kiss in the mirror. Show me how sexy you think you look, come on.” He thrust again hard enough to push you forward.
You had to catch yourself against the mirror with both hands to avoid hitting your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, seeing your wide, confused eyes. Sure, you looked pretty like this, but this was…weird. And probably dirty. I mean, you could see the water droplets from the sink water, when was the last time someone had cleaned this thing? And when was the last time you had kissed a mirror? Grade school? He tugged your hair again, he was certainly becoming impatient. One look in the mirror at him and you could tell he was not fucking around. You gave yourself one last appraisal in the mirror before leaning in and kissing the glass, your lips meeting the flat reflected image of themselves.
He groaned behind you, although your eyes were closed. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, curving against your g spot. The hand in your hair pushes you further against the mirror, so you kiss again. Giving your glassy likeness a sloppy open mouthed kiss.
“Ohhh…” You swear it sounds like he’s impressed with you, “Dirty girl.”
You let your eyes start to creep open, catching soft glimpses of your skin reflecting the dark, green bathroom light. Watching the soft pink of your tongue press against itself. You wondered what it would feel like to kiss yourself, not just another woman, but actually yourself. To taste your own tongue, to feel your softened, glossed lips gliding against themselves. You felt yourself getting wetter around him, smoothing the motion of him circling into your body again and again. He reached past your hips circling your clit with one finger sending you whimpering, opened mouth kisses fogging up your reflected partner. Who he then separated from you, pulling you back by your hair to hinge you upward against him.
“You like this don’t you, baby?” He pinches your ear between his teeth, “I knew you were nasty.”
He circles your clit faster, letting your precum combination lube his motions.
“You gonna cum for me? Make a nasty mess all over this bathroom. What ever dumb fucker comes in here next wont know how it got so wet. Or why it reeks of sex and cum and sweat.” He laps over your neck, “Maybe the poor fuck will wash his hands in the sink after you’ve got it soaked. You wanna squirt on me, baby?”
Fucked dumb, you nodded stupidly, craning your neck backward for a look at him, trying to see his face. He held your neck, helping your strained gaze. You caught his eyes, watching how he strains to stay solid inside of you, fighting through your trembling, quaking nearing orgasm. You feel the bulging, familiar swell of pleasure rolling around your pelvis, you shake against him.
“Let it go, baby. Let it go. Make a mess baby.” He fucks you deeper, “Need me to choke you, baby? That what you need? Is that what you like?”
He peels your shirt down, exposing the soft half moon of each of your nipples, watching you begin to crumble in the mirror. He grips around your throat, holding you on the sides, enough to make your vision darken at the edges. Your whole body tenses, and a wave of squirt flushes out of you. Your orgasm joins alongside it, you cry out, as much as your held throat will allow you to. Your vision goes white and grainy, the greenish tinted light of the bathroom, blooming to cover the whole of your vision.
“Yeah baby! Yeah thats the fucking ticket, huh? That’s what you needed, huh?” He fucked into you harder pushing out more and more, fucking you through your orgasm.
“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight” He lets go of your neck, and without his support, you have to fight to catch yourself on the counter, “ ‘m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Your hips fucked back against him, desperate for him to cum inside, but he held you firm against the counter with one hand, and pulled himself out with the other. Giving himself the final strokes needed to finish.
“No…inside…please,” You whined.
He grunted and you felt the hot spurts of cum landing on your ass and lower back, some reaching as far up as your waist. His grip on your top tightens as he attempts to sturdy himself, trying to keep from falling on top of you. You whimper against the counter, mourning the feeling of hot, fresh cum filling you. The hand jerking himself off stops and joins you on the counter, you feel his hot pants on the back of your neck, his softening cock pressing against the seam of your body, still feeling the soft pulse of your orgasm against him. You shift slightly, trying to stand up to get the counter’s edge off of your lower stomach.
“Don’t move.” He growls, “Don’t move yet.”
You obey, too tired to even try to ignore him. He crouches behind you, looking at his handy work. Your used, puffy cunt looks back at him, reflecting the moody green lighting of the bathroom. Your cum and his dripping together from where he marked your back. He sees one particularly potent drop slipping from the cleft of your spine, down toward your asshole. He catches it with his tongue before it reaches.
“Oh---”You hiss, keening back against his face.
He slurps up his mess, his fat, wet tongue sliding over all the soiled skin of your back. The taste of your skin, the taste of your shared orgasm, your sweat, his sweat melding together with his spit. Your pleasure fried nerves can pick up the gentle brush of his eyelashes as he laps over you. It’s surprisingly tender, despite its obvious perversion. A gentle, wet trail soothing your desperate skin, the soft scratch of his stubble feeling like a blanket over you. Your eyes flutter slightly, indulging in the soft treatment. Once he’s done, content that your skin is clean, he pulls your panties over your legs, placing them back over your hips and pulling your hiked up skirt back down. Your panties had caught a fair amount of your secretions, and the cool fabric pressed against your cunt, making you moan softly.
“Can you stand?” He tucks himself back into his pants behind you, fastening them with a soft jingle of his belt.
You test your shaking legs, holding on to the counter for support. They're trembling, and you don’t know about your gait, but you can stand. You nod, tucking your breasts back into your bra, adjusting your top back to normal. You look in the mirror, at your reflection and feel almost a bit shy looking at her. He moves a piece of hair behind your ear, making you turn to face him. He looks different outside of the mirror, all his dimensions, both internal and external taking form in front of you.
“You okay?” His eyes scan over you quickly, darting across your features.
He looks actually worried. The hard, nasty demeanor from just moments ago has evaporated.
You smile, tilting your head a bit, “I’m good. Looks like your cock’s not the only thing that gets soft afterward, huh?”
He chuckles, and even in the bathroom’s dim light you think you see a blush, “Just checking on you. I’m not a monster.”
You laugh lightly, “No, you’re a real gentleman. Don’t know anyone else who’d clean me up like that.” you turn back to the sink to wash your hands, trying to avoid the wetter spots.
He brushes your hair off your neck, giving it a small kiss, “A gentleman, huh? I think you’re the first person to ever call me that.”
You turned off the water reaching for the paper towel dispenser, “Well I may not have the best standards, so don’t take it too seriously.”
You dry your hands and turn back to him. He doesn’t look wounded by your joke. You lean back against the counter.
“So…what now? You walk out first? I walk out first?” You bite your bottom lip, unsure of how to proceed.
Despite his teasing before, you didn’t actually do this very often, and you weren’t sure if this…meant anything for him. The way you were starting to think it did for you.
He shrugs, “How about you give me your number?”
“Oh?”
He leans over you, placing his hand on either side of the counter, closing you in, “Or…if you don’t wanna give out your number, to someone you just met. I can take you to a late dinner, and you can invite me back to your place. Then you can give me your number so I can take you out again.”
“How can you be so sure you’ll wanna take me out again? Or that I want to see you again?” You put your arms over his shoulders.
“Because you're sexy, and you like me. And I like you. And that's a rare thing to come by these days. And I think after some polite conversation and some more impolite behavior tonight, you’ll find you want to see me again too.” He leaned in to kiss you but was stopped by a hard wrap on the door.
“Hurry the fuck up! No way y’all are still fucking and people wanna pee!!” A fussy voice demands from the other side.
You can't help but laugh, pushing your forehead against his, “Busted.”
He shares your laugh, kissing you gently before taking your hand.
“Come on.” He leads you out of the bathroom without any staggering of exits, no point when there was a line of annoyed bar patrons who had all clearly heard what had just happened.
