Warnings: MDNI, NONCON -> DUBCON (coerced), F!Reader, noncon face sitting, forced orgasm, edging, cunnilingus, captivity, yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, oral f. receiving, clit play, teasing, block me if uncomfortable + not proofread.
do not romanticize or normalize dark content irl.
Yandere!Captor who forces you to sit on his face, he absolutely loves it, being smothered by your cunt is an absolute dream for him.
Your hands are tied behind your back as he tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you down, pressing his lips against the fleshy pads of your cunt before he makes contact with your clit, giving it a few smooches that make you visibly flinch before he captures it into his mouth.
You let out a bunch of protests, struggling against his face as he holds you tight, he would forcefully drag you down whenever you'd lift your hips— breaking contact between your cunt and his lips. It earns a dissatisfactory groan from him, brows furrowed as he grips you tighter until his knuckles were turning white.
He connects his lips to your cunt again, dragging his tongue from your slit to your clit slowly before swirling it around the bud.
When he feels you trying to break away again— even though you can't— he'll use his teeth, clamping his teeth down onto your clit not too harsh that it'll hurt you, but just enough to cause pain which makes your thighs give up reflexively, causing you to lose balance and sit snuggly on his face.
You quickly try to lift yourself up, but you fail when he nibbles on your sensitive bud, making your thighs tremble and your hips move in an effort to soothe the jolts of pain travelling through your spine.
You could feel his smirk before he stops nibbling on it, giving it small flicks with his tongue before he presses it flat against your clit and closes his mouth around it, slowly licking up and down as he tries relieve the same pain he caused.
You let out a sigh of relief as the sharp pain slowly fades, involuntarily bucking your hips against his face without realisation as it feels very soothing.
The wetness seeps out of you in embarassing amounts, which only serves as a device to mock you later when he does this all over again.
“Oh fuck— she's soaking f'me.” You hear his muffled voice, his breath felt warm in between your thights.
You drop your head in shame, because you can hear how disgustingly wet you've gotten due to his actions, the slurrping noises echo in your ears like a mockery and a reminder of how your body chooses to betray you everytime.
All because of him.
He feels his cock twitch in his pants, getting harder and harder each and every second. But he stays focused, continuing to devour your cunt like a man starved.
He groans into it, causing vibrations to shoot up in your core, making you shiver in an unwelcomed satisfaction.
He drinks up all the juices you were leaking like it was nectar, letting out satisfactory noises as if he's eating a fancy meal. You're chest breaks out involuntary moans no matter how much you try to contain them, which only makes him feral knowing that he's the reason, it makes him feel very validated to and egoistic.
“Mhm? At least some part of you is honest with me.” He mutters, rubbing salt into your wound, adding more to the shame you were feeling.
He presses kisses all over it, sighing when he feels your clit flutter in his mouth when he traps it in his mouth.
“Fuck, you're so divine baby. I love you so so so so so much.” He adds breathlessly, face flustered as he dines on your cunt.
You swallow the lump in your throat, toes curling in pleasure when you feel a familiar knot tighten in your stomach. You start squirming again, not wanting the knot in your stomach to snap and betray you wholly.
But it was impossible not when he's below you, working his mouth like he's desperate.
You brace yourself for the impact.
Yet, nothing happens, in fact, you feel the absence of his mouth which makes you look down, he had pulled away right before you could cum.
The feeling in your stomach fades, but not in a way that you expected it to, it left behind a frustrating ache that gnawed in your gut, it made you irritated. You let out a huff in disappointment reflexively.
You thought maybe he'd stop, maybe he's had his fill? whatever that means.
You expect him to pull you off him, but he doesn't do that, he reattaches himself again, once again capturing your cunt wholly, tongue prodding at your entrance as he slowly tries shoving the wet muscles in.
You're left confused, wondering what he's planning, but nonetheless you feel the knot form in your stomach again.
You expect it to snap, but once again, it's abruptly interrupted, leaving a sense of frustration behind. You open your mouth to question— but you're quickly shut up when you feel his mouth on you again.
He repeats it everytime you're near a few more times.
It leaves you more frustrated than ever, overriding every other emotion. You whine in disappointment as your orgasm is abruptly stolen once again.
You let out a frustrated cry, brows furrowed as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, you press your hips down, pushing your cunt against his mouth involuntarily as the irritation of being denied your bliss was driving you insane.
“What is it baby? Wanna cum?” He asked, huffing against your bud. You looked down, staring into his eyes as he gave you a smirk.
He was doing this on purpose.
“If you don't use your voice, I'll just have to keep on doing this.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your bottom lips.
You stayed quiet, trying to break away from his grip, hands tugging against the rope to loosen it but it doesn't work.
He starts his shenanigan once again, maneuvering you down and pressing you flush to his face.
You gasp, feeling your high build up slowly, you squirm against his face, pressing your cunt flat against his mouth but he turns his head away, causing you to almost collapse forward in exasperation.
“Please...” You bite your lip, voice coming out meekly.
“Please what baby?” He asks, smooching your inner thigh. “You want to cum?” He adds.
You nod, head moving up and down as you look at him with a neediness you've never experienced before.
“Beg.” He comands, thumb drawing circles on your thigh.
He is so fucking mean, asking you to beg for something you didn't want in the first place— usually he'd make you cum without asking you for anything, but today, he shifted his plans, dead set on making you betray your own self.
You didn't want to, but you know that he'll torture you like this for hours if you didn't.
“P-please, I want to cum.” You murmer, voice shaky as he drags his tongue across your slit after hearing that.
“More.” He tuts.
“Please, I wanna cum, I want to cum so badly. Please let me cum.” You beg, humiliation churning in your gut. “Oh fuck—!” You choke on your words when he pushes his tongue inside you. You could feel the warm muscle invade your depths causing you to see stars, your cunt clenches around it, trying to grip it but it causes the soft muscle to be pushed out instead.
He continues working his mouth, soft pants leaving from him too as he makes out with your pussy.
“Tell me you love me.” He utters, fingers digging into your flesh, causing a little amount of pain.
You shut your eyes, feeling the same knot build up in your stomach for the nth time.
“I'll stop if you don't. I can play the long game.” He threatens, slowing down but you panic, shaking your head.
“No! Please, I love you, I love you.” You chant frantically, not wanting him to stop as the knot begins to feel like it's about to rip apart.
“I love you— I love you so much! please please please,” You repeat it over and over again, earning a satisfactory groan from him. “Ahh! oh!— fuck fuck—” You choke, letting out a loud moan as your high crashes down on you.
It hit harder than any other orgasm you've experienced before, you collapsed forward due to the sheer intensity, face landing into the soft mattress of the bed that you learnt to call your home.
Your body twitched as you collected yourself, hips bucking into his face, riding your orgasm out. Your thighs trembled, body shaking visibly due to the aftermath of your orgasm.
His hands slide up your waist gently before they come down, he lifts one of your thighs planted on the side of his head to pull himself away from beneath and sits up straight as he turns to look at you.
You collapse to your side, hands still behind your back as you gasp for air, chest back and forth.
He smiles cruelly, pushing you onto your back before undoing his pants and lining himself against your freshly abused cunt, he could see the way it was still swollen, still throbbing in desperation.
“I love you too.” He cooes before pushing himself inside without a warning.
— gojo satoru, geto suguru, yuta okkotsu, yuji itadori, tamsy caines, dabi, katuski bakugo, + feel free to imagine any character you like!
all characters mentioned are all obviously aged up.
It’s finally here! my first kinktober posting on tumblr!! soso excited to write these shorts and oneshots for you all °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
this is the list- at the start of November, I’ll open requests to extend these oneshots into fully fledged fics!
NOTE: due to some of the links just.. never working (and the tag for my kinktober not working either) I lowkey give up and I can only advise you to scroll through my profile, I’m sorry!!!
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
day 1-joint overstimulation | Keigo Takami
day 2-dacryphillia | Dabi
day 3-mutual masturbation | Hanta Sero
day 4-finger sucking | Shoto Todoroki
day 5-omegaverse | Katsuki Bakugo
day 6-dumbification | Hitoshi Shinso
day 7-marking | Dabi
day 8-accidental vouyerism | Shouta Aizawa
day 9-teacher x student (roleplay) | Tenya Iida
day 10-blowjobs | Atsuhiro Sako
day 11-handcuffs | Denki Kaminari
day 12-service top | Toshinori Yagi
day 13-power bottom | Katsuki Bakugo
day 14-choking | Tomura Shigaraki
day 15-sex pollen | Naomasa Tsukauchi
day 16-creampie | Tamaki Amajiki
day 17-messy sex | Denki Kaminari
day 18-mirror sex | Keigo Takami
day 19-underwear gags | Tamaki Amajiki
day 20-biting | Eijiro Kirishima
day 21-praise | Izuku Midoriya
day 22-degradation | Neito Monoma
day 23-lingerie | Shoto Todoroki
day 24-hair pulling | Hizashi Yamada
day 25-spit | Hitoshi Shinso
day 26-spanking | Shouta Aizawa
day 27-breeding | Tomura Shigaraki
day 28-hot tub sex | Tenya Iida
day 29-wall sex | Eijiro Kirishima
day 30- claustrophilia | Izuku Midoriya
day 31-threesome | Dabi + Keigo Takami
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
tag requests are now closed- due to the amount of people who wanted to be tagged, I randomly chose 50 people as to not be unfair and keep within tumblr’s limit; if you didn’t make it on, im sorry!!
| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, slight somnophilia!, pet names 'doll' 'baby' 'good girl' 'slut', voice kink, hair tugging, implied d/s in aizawas, praise, oral -> male recieving, possession + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.7k
⋆·˚ ༘ *REQUEST :: Could you please write a headcannon about you wake the mha boys in the middle of the night because u are horny and wanna fuck but they have a mission in the morning. But reader is being a needy slut and they cant resist her. (pls with dabi,katsuki,Aizawa and maybe shoto or anyone you like). Could u please write is very nsfw/suggestive👉👈🙂↔️Thaaank u so muuch! - @carokitten
DABI
This man is knocked out, when he says he is going to sleep, he is going to sleep and not waking up unless it's important. What's important right now for him? Waking up for his mission tomorrow which (to him) is an ungodly time in the morning (7am). What's important to you? Quenching that heat that's blooming in your lower abdomen as you had just woken up from a particularly nasty dream with Dabi. He's dead asleep, sprawled shirtless, half the blanket kicked off, scarred chest rising and falling steadily.
You couldn't help yourself crawl over him, straddling his waist, kissing his neck and tugging at his pants, whispering, "Please, Dabi... I need you."
He groans, cracking one eye open with a lazy smirk. "You’re fuckin’ serious right now, doll? Got a raid at 7 AM."
Your hips grind against him and your voice turns breathy, whispering, "Can’t help it… you’re so warm and I just wanna be full of you…"
His hand grabs your throat gently, lips curling up. "Tch. You’re lucky I like when you beg."
He flips you over, mouth hot on your skin. "Guess they can wait a little longer for me, huh?" And his didn't waste a second longer pulling up your black silk night gown and pulling your thong to the side, arousal connecting to the cotton. The smirk on Dabi's face deepens, "Needy slut, you are," he murmurs against your neck. "Good thing you're all mine."
All you could do was helplessly nod as a whimper spills past your lips when you feel scared hands tightly hold the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up beside your head, folding your body into a tight mating press. It didn't take him a second longer to take his semi hard cock out. and to push it into your sopping cunt.
A loud moan emits from your throat from the sudden contact, and feeling his cock grow hard inside you, pressing immediately against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your silky walls clench tight around his length. "Fuck," you whimper, trying to squirm away but you couldn't, you were to tight under him.
Your poor body being folded in such a position this early in the morning was not ideal.. but you did ask for it, so you can't do too much complaining. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, slowly thrusting into your pussy, a lewd squelching noise sounding through your shared room. Your knees were already beginning to ache but you can't move, not until he gets off you. "You're going to take all of it, doll. Every single inch of me."
"M'kay," you mumble, whines spilling in with your words, your hair sprawled out on the bed as you could feel a coil tighten in your stomach as he continued to make an absolute mess of you.
Dabi lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your own, and you had the same effect on him.
"Such a good slut," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent.
"Feels s' full though, Touya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."
"You asked for this, so you're going to take it all."
BAKUGOU
Bakugou is out cold, his face buried in the pillow and his hair is a mess as he snores very softly, only just a little bit. While you have tried to get yourself to finish, twice, but you haven't even gotten close to how your man does it to you, your fingers don't compare to his own and you weren't going to come down from your pleasure. You weren't, not until you had your release. Katsuki has ruined that pleasure for you because now you can't even do anything yourself anymore, you need to have him help you.
You couldn't take it anymore as a frustrated whimper softly escapes your lips, pressing your bare chest against his back, hand slipping under the covers to palm him.
He jolts awake, confused as he rolls onto his back. "The fuck you doin’? It’s-" Katsuki checks the digital clock on his bedside table and he lets out a sigh. "-3 in the fuckin’ morning, baby."
Two of your fingers hook around his boxers, a pout rising on your lips as you tug gently on the cotton. "I’m sorry... I just... need you... so bad, Kats'."
His breath stutters when your fingers move from the hem, going lower, and trace his semi hard cock causing sparks to flow through his veins at your gentle touch. "You tryna kill me before this goddamn mission?" he says before letting out a deep breathy sigh, his dick fully hardened under your hand.
You were about to say something in reply before you were quickly grabbed by the hips, throws you under him, your breasts squished up against the bed and your legs spread my Katsuki's knees, leaving you completely immobile as you couldn't even attempt to squirm out the position. "Hope you’re ready to take responsibility then, baby."
If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bakugou is rougher when he's tired, less patient with you and he will not stop until you're crying out his name. And that's exactly what he was doing.
Fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes and all Bakugou could do was smirk at the sight. If you wanted to be needy and get fucked, that is exactly what he was going to give you. The only gracious thing he had done so far was putting a pillow under your hips before letting your body rest fully down on the bed. This was more so for him rather than you... he needed a good angle to fuck you good.
Bakugou's mass pressing down against your back. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.
Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.
"I'll make sure you're filled up real nice," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.
Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit once more and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.
You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.
"That's it, your cunt knows me so well," Bakugou moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "Still taking me so good, baby." The praise makes your brain go fuzzy, numb from the pleasure. Yes, this is exactly what you needed.
SHOTO
If Shoto is anything, he is 100% a light sleeper, so you can't even get out some enjoyment, so the second you shift from his hold and place your hands onto his chest, he doesn't miss it, slowly he blinks open his eyes. The first thing he can register, is the lusted gaze that has coated your face and the arousal soaking his body, yours and his own.
"Is something wrong?" he asks groggily. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.
"No, I just… I can’t sleep. I need you so bad, Sho'…"
His breath hitches, and his hand instinctively cups your cheek.
"You… want to do that right now?" You lean down closer to him, lips barely grazing his own as you nod, grinding hard against him through your panties. Moans string from your moan when you feel him grow beneath you and Shoto closes his eyes, strewn in pleasure an his thoughts about the mission he has tomorrow.
His cheeks tint a soft red as he pauses his thoughts- mission? what mission?-he thinks sarcastically as he pulls your hips down harder. Number 2 heroing can come later...
"Okay. I’ll take care of you. Just try not to scream too loud… we still have to wake up early."
Shoto flips you around, pinning you to the bed with your arms and spreading your legs with his knees before capturing your lips into a deep and heavy kiss. He can feel your chest stuttering against his own with every breath he steals from you, along with the whimpers that escape your lips. Whimpers not only from the kiss but how his clothed cock perfectly slots against your bare cunt.
You didn't know how long you were going to hold out for...
But lets just say he definitely didn't disappoint you.
AIZAWA
With Aizawa, you have to be careful around him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, you have to be sneaking around to catch him off guard. So here you are, carefully straddling him, pressing slow kisses to his chest while he breaths deeply, still taken over by sleep, completely unaware of your advances.
You suck gently over his abs, then go lower, peppering kisses around and on the tuffs of his happy trail. A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth, if you had to do anything for the last time, this would be it because lord, you love his cock (and him).
A shift is felt beneath you and Aizawa's cock jumps beneath your throat before you felt fingers lacing through your hair. Aizawa tugs your hair, lifting your head up from his lower abdomen to meet his eyes, a moan falls past your lips at the gesture, your panties getting further soaked with arousal.
"And what are you doing?" he asks slowly, his voice rough and slightly scratchy from sleep which just made the heat grow bigger. Gods, you love his voice.
A sweet, sinful smile coats your lips and your hand trails down to his sweats, palming his semi-hard bulge through the fabric, "Just want you. Just for a bit. I’ll be good, I promise."
He sighs, already getting hard at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, eyes wide and needy. He desperately wanted to say he had a mission in five hours but he couldn't because he can't resist you, not at all. Aizawa lets out a sigh, mumbling, "What am I going to do with you?" before sitting up, back resting against the headboard.
A sharp tug of your hair from Aizawa caused you to let out a pained moan, sending a pleasured shock to your heated core. Your face only a few mere inches away from his clothed, hard cock.
"Fine. But I'm using you. You started this- so you better not cry when I ruin that pretty throat of yours."
"I won't," you say, thighs clenching together, trying to relief the ache in your pussy, arousal slicking your thighs. As your doe eyes stare up into Aizawa's deep slate iris' you couldn't help but a pout befall your lips. "I promise," your fingers playing mindlessly with the hem of his sweats.
Aizawa lets a gentle smirk rise before his free hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your bottom lips sensually before slipping his digit inside your mouth. Your tongue immediately wraps around his thumb, sucking slowly. "Such a good girl."
"Now get to work, sweetheart," Aizawa huffs, removing his thumb from your mouth.
Lowering your head, per your control and Aizawa's as his grip tightened around your hair, you pepper slow kisses over his hard cock, feeling the twitch come from his length after every kiss. "Don't tease," he grunts.
The roots of your head began to sting softly but it made you feel so good, and pleasuring Aizawa was more than you could ask for. Taking one last glance up, you watched him swallow the lump in his throat, eyes shut, waiting. You knew that if you pushed his too far, he'd use you in a way that have your neighbours worried from your screams.
The position you were in now, though, is perfect to suck him dry. You tug down the hem of his pants just enough to let his cock loose, long and thick, hitting just at his belly button. Gently, you grip his base, your free hand cupping his heavy balls, squeezing softly causing a a deep groan resonate from him.
Angling his throbbing length towards you, you place a wet kiss on his tip, making sure your saliva drips down, wetting his cock. "That's it, good girl," Aizawa praises, and it only fuels your desire, your lower abdomen fluttering in response, pleasuring him makes you feel pleasured as well, because your oral fixation goes crazy.
Dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him. You spread the pre cum spilling from his slit before taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.
"Deeper, sweetheart," he says, his hips trying not to thrust into your face. Aizawa was trying desperately not to fuck your mouth, wanting to see your lashes well with tears. A hum is muffled by his dick, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep moan. "Shit," he sighs, fuck.
Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. If you're going to wake him up in the middle of the night, then you're getting what he gives. You gag on his length when he pushes your head down all the way to his base, your nose tickling his hair around his cock, your hand quickly makes contact with his thigh.
"That's it," he praises, moving your head at a pace he enjoyed, letting him take control. Aizawa started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth. "Let me see."
You lift yourself up from his cock and stick out your tongue just for him, he lets two of his own fingers massage his cum on your tongue. "Good girl," he praises. "Swallow."
You nod, doing what he says.
"Are you feeling better?" Aizawa asks and you nod.
"Yeah!"
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honey's a/note:: i hope this was okay lmao, there def is grammar and punc mistakes in this but oh well, 3am is peak writing time for me, i should be working on my presentation thats due in a fornight but oh well. if anyone has any other characters for this idea lmk :) or maybe the reverse role 👀 i know that some of these were half asses but ill get back to them i swear
dabi's got a smart mouth, but he's dumb as rocks when he's nestled inside of you. completely lovesick, his cock is twitching and leaking as he fucks into you slowly, trying to savor every time you clench around him. you know that the shit he says when he's balls-deep is spur of the moment, drunken nonsense.
"so fucking good to me, so good," he babbles, eyes heavy and glossed over. his arms are under you, holding you up like you're weightless, hands burning against your hips. "you take me so well, you'd think you were made for me". his teeth nip against your throat, his head buried into your hair, huffing with every drag. "you're mine, yeah? you're mine?"
you nod, but it's not enough for him. he grabs your jaw, making sure you make eye contact when he speaks next. "you're never gonna leave me, you're all mine, you can't leave me."
"mm-mm" you shake your head, parting your lips so he can press his thumb to your tongue. another steady roll of his hips has you moaning against his hand.
"that's right," his eyes flutter shut, but re-open, that chilling blue drowning you. "cause i'd die for you, i would fucking kill for you baby, you know?".
you can usually tell the point where dabi's completely fucking lost in it when he starts rambling like this, cause he would never actually admit these things to you in casual conversation. no, when he's not buried to the hilt he actually doesn't like to show really any sort of emotion other than pissed off. maybe with you he's marginally nicer, but he doesn't do "that sappy shit" as he so brazenly calls it. he doesn't coddle you, or call you baby, or pretty, or anything of the sort unless he's 1. about to die or 2. about to cum. either one of those situations feels dire enough for him to actually let you in on the big "secret" that is his brain.
it's not a bad thing necessarily, it was never something you nitpicked about because, like anyone else who knows him for more than a second, you're smart enough to know that dabi is a grenade without a pin. he can show his affection for you in whatever feels comfortable for him— that's what you had agreed on when you started fucking him in the first place.
you feel loved right now, for sure. pierced cock soaking inside of you, his rough thumb pressed against your clit and circling with just enough pressure you can feel it in your toes. his lips are still pressing sloppy kisses to the connecting point of your throat and shoulder, and everything unsaid is loud enough from the way he knows your body. "'m gonna fill you up, ruin you for anyone else so you can never fucking leave—"
it comes as a bit of a shock this time around when he snaps half-way and moans into your ear, "i fucking love you".
not very dabi-like to admit he actually feels more than terrifyingly obsessed in a moment like this, but it's real enough that you're clenched around him like a vise and cumming with his name in your mouth like a stolen thought. you try to chock it up to pussy-drunk, until he spills inside of you and doubles down, repeating it over and over as he comes down from his high.
"i love you, im not joking around with you".
"okay, yeah, i believe you".
"no you don't. you don't, but i love you," he's slipping out of you slowly, and he's sweating and heaving but maybe there is some truth to him.
"i love you," you repeat back to him, and he nods, licking sweat from your temple.
"alright. don't make me say it again."
maybe he's not as dumb as you thought.
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MDNI: smut, NSFW, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, baby trapping / forced pregnancy, knife play, drugging, somnophilia. Do NOT read if you're not comfortable consuming this type of content. Warnings exist so you can avoid what makes you uncomfortable.
Fandoms: jjk, mha, bllk, aot, mouse kdrama, strangers from hell kdrama, hxh, togainu no chi, degress of lewdity, diabolik lovers, tokyorev, mystic messanger + any
Men who carve their initials low on your hip with a knife just shallow enough to scar while they're still buried balls-deep, rutting slow and mean, promising that every time you look in the mirror you'll remember who owns the womb they're about to ruin for good.
Men who wait until you're asleep, then slide inside you from behind without warning, one hand muffling your startled cry, the other forcing your thigh up so they can go deeper quiet, relentless thrusts until they unload and stay plugged in, whispering "good girl, just take it" while you tremble and realize you're trapped with their cum already working inside.
Men who make you ride them reverse cowgirl so they can watch their cock stretch you open, hands bruising your hips to keep you bouncing even when your legs give out, then flip you onto all fours and finish by slamming home over and over until you're screaming that you're gonna get pregnant exactly what they wanted to hear.
Men who stalk you for months, learn every habit, every weakness, then corner you somewhere you can't scream loud enough for help bend you over the nearest surface, yank your panties aside, and breed you like an animal in heat, feral and unforgiving, because they're so fucking lonely and broken they'll do anything to force you to stay.
Men who bite and suck bruises into your tits until they're swollen and tender, then lose their minds imagining them leaking milk soon, fucking you harder from behind while they squeeze and tug at your nipples, whispering how they're gonna keep you pregnant and milky for years so you never leave.
Men who lock the bedroom door, take your phone, delete your contacts one by one while you're tied spread-eagle, then climb on top and force themselves inside again and again each thrust punctuated with "you're mine now" until your cunt is so full it's dripping down your thighs and they know you've got no escape.
Men who film the whole thing the way your body jerks when they bottom out, the way your eyes glaze when they hit your cervix, the way you sob when they tell you this is the night you get knocked up then save the video as blackmail so you can never run, never tell, never be free of them.
Men who slip something into your drink so you're too hazy and pliant to fight back, then spend the whole night spreading your legs wide and pumping load after load straight into your unprotected cunt while you're barely conscious, murmuring how pretty you'll look when your belly starts rounding with their bastard.
Men who chain your wrists above your head to the headboard so you can't cover yourself or push them away, then rail you raw in missionary for hours, staring down at where their cock disappears inside you, growling that they're gonna make sure every single drop takes so you're stuck carrying their kid whether you want it or not.
Men who wait until you're ovulating, track your cycle like a fucking predator, then pin you face-down on the mattress with a hand clamped over the back of your neck, ass up, and breed you so brutally your thighs shake and your voice breaks only stopping when they feel your walls flutter like you're milking them for more even though you're crying.
: ba-reum (mouse), shiki (togainu no chi), TOJI, naoya zenin, sukuna, geto (jujutsu kaisen), chrollo (hunter x hunter), overhaul, DABI (my hero academia), eren (attack on titan), moonjo (strangers from hell), whitney, EDEN, kylar (degrees of lewdity), laito, kanato, AYATO (diabolik lovers), saeran/unknown (mystic messenger), kaiser?, shidou, barou (blue lock), sanzu, hanma, KISAKI, izana, ran, TAIJU (Tokyorev) + your favs
an: real name spoilers in the bonus if ur not caught up-, iykyk. But whewww I got a little carried away with this one😩 it's longer than pt.1 and we got some bonus characters that I originally didn't think I'd do.
part 1 here!! My masterlist
Hizashi is loud and talkative, and that doesn't change in bed.
He asks (more like demands) you to sit on his face. “Get over here and sit on my face to shut me up then, baby!” He says, loudly, after you've thrown a pillow at him and told him to shut up.
You were resting on a chair, wearing only a big t-shirt and panties, and he was in just his pajama pants. You're eager to have his mouth on you, even though you are feeling a little insecure with yourself, so you obey. You get up from your seat on the chair and walk over to the bed.
He quickly lies down, head close to your legs. “Oh yeah, baby. Come on, sit. Please, don't make me wait.” He immediately whines, staring up at you expectantly. Hes always impatient and desperate for you even if he'd just tasted you the day before. His fingers hook into your panties and pull them down, as he practically drools at the sight. You climb over him and finally settle your pussy over his awaiting mouth. He hums into you, appreciatively, as if he's just tasted his favorite dessert. He brings his hands to grip your hips, trying to pull you into his mouth, trying to pull the entirety of your weight into him. When you don't give in, his brows furrow. He pulls away a little, looking up at you, before tightening his grip on one of your hips.
“Why are you so tense? I want you to sit, not float, princess” He questions, and you sigh, resting your hands on your thighs to help you stay kneeling instead of sitting fully.
“I don't know. Im too heavy, I don't want to suffocate you..” You admit.
“WHAT??” He questions, voice booming through the apartment as his eyes widen in surprise. His thumbs rub circles on your hips, and he lowers his voice tentatively. “You're wrong, baby. You're fucking perfect, always have been. So sit that perfect pussy on my face.” He says. You hesitate for just a second, but he looks at you with a warning. “NOW.” He demands, hands gripping your hips harder as he looks up at you with stern eyes- there's no getting out of this.
When you finally do sit, he buries himself in you savagely. He's devouring you, all the while groaning and moaning into your cunt as if he could cum in his pants just from eating you. The moans are vibrating against you adding to the mind numbing pleasure. His tongue delves between your folds, into the hole, out and back up to your clit. He circles it, swirls it, and laps up every last drop of juices. Your moans are like music to his ears, and he loses himself in your dripping cunt as he wrings out every last sound. You cum, and he doesn't stop, he's merciless once he's got you trapped.
He keeps going until you're screaming, grabbing his head by his long blonde locks and pulling, begging “OH PLEASE…. HIZASHI, I CANT!” His face is dripping, coated in the arousal from him forcing your poor cunt to squirt more than once.
When he pulls away, he sees you exhausted, falling down onto him, and he flips you so you're now lying on the bed and he's hovering over you. He leans in close, his voice is low, gravelly and serious. “That was amazing. Don't ever talk down on yourself again, or I'm pushing you even further next time.” He warns, pulling the blanket up over your body. He lies down, pulling you close to him, and kisses your head. After awhile, he makes you food, runs you a bath and you talk more about why you've been feeling insecure. He's a talker, and you'll get to the root of the issue and have 10 solutions within the night. You don't mind, though. It just reminds you how much he loves you.
Shota is all low voice, bruising grip and no nonsense. You'd been teasing him all day, and he'd finally hauled you up over his mouth and was prepared to show you the consequences of your teasing. When you refuse to sit, he'll first just try to pull you in. Maybe you're just trying to get him to be rough, like you do sometimes. When that doesn't work, he'll look up at you with those intimidating eyes.
“What's gotten into you? Are you not in the mood?” He asks, wondering if maybe you're just forcing yourself to do this to please him. “I won't force you for my own pleasure. I thought those messages you sent me earlier were an indicator that you're feeling needy.”
He adjusts you so you're sitting on his chest now, but he's looking right up into your eyes as if your pussy isn't pulsating so close to him.
“It's not that I'm not in the mood. I want you so badly, Shota. It's….I just feel like I'm getting too heavy. I don't want to crush you or something.” He scoffs, as if you're wasting his time. As if it's completely unreasonable and illogical to think that.
“Crush me? Where is the logic in that, Darling? I've been through way more than my perfect girl sitting on my fuckin face. You're not too heavy.” He says, looking up at you as if he's scolding you. As if talking down on yourself is a rule that's now been disobeyed. “Since you underestimate me, let me show you just how much I can handle. Let's hope you can handle the same” He says, and this time you don't stop him from pulling you in.
He growls low in his throat when he finally tastes you, and it's like a primal side of him has been unlocked. He's pulling you in impossibly close, lapping at your juices and dancing his tongue through your folds. He makes you cum quickly, and he doesn't stop there. He couldn't stop there, he needs to push you further. He needs to show you that there's nothing he can't handle when it comes to you, especially your perfect body sitting on him. You're a whimpering, sweaty mess when he finally stops. You're breathing is ragged, and his face is drenched.
He smiles as you slide down his body and rest on top of him. He plants a kiss to your lips, and you can taste yourself on his lips. “Sleep with me, angel. We can eat when we wake up.” He says, stroking your hair softly as he closes his eyes. He's always tired after fooling around, even if he's left hard and aching for you. You'll deal with that later, for now it's just soft breaths and gentle touches as you both doze off.
Hitoshi would really not have any time for your nonsense. He's waiting for you to finally sit, looking up at you with tired eyes, but you're resisting.
“You don't know how to sit or something?” He asks, looking at you with his tired eyes as if you're almost irritating him, low voice hoarse with desire.
“I'm too heavy for that, Hitoshi. This is good, I can hold myself up a bit.” He rolls his eyes, as if you're just trying to give him a headache. He could just order you to sit, but he'd never use his quirk on you that way. Partially because he wouldn't ever need to, partially because he loves you so deeply that he wants to know you want everything he has to offer. He couldn't live with himself if he forced you.
“And I suppose I'm just weak, too weak to handle my own girlfriend, huh?” He asks, deep voice teasing and slow. “Guess all those times I've thrown you over my shoulder, carried you around, hell, even lifted you up in my binding cloths slipped your mind, didn't they?” You shake your head, just as he slides up from under you.
“What if you suffocate, I don't know!” You're sitting on the couch now, as he heads to the closet and emerges with his binding scarf wrapped perfectly around his neck.
“Well, that's for me to decide, I'd say.” He says, low and deep. He returns to your side on the couch. “Tell me no, and I won't.” He offers, and you know he's going to bind you. He's done it before, but only when you're okay with it.
“I want it…” You breathe. He smiles softly before wrapping his scarf around your body, around your wrists. He has one end in each hand, and it's wrapped around you so you can't really move too much. He pulls you on top of him, lying back down and positioning you over his mouth easily.
“I won't push you past your limits, but you know what to do if you need me to stop, right?” You nod, confirming your safe word. “Now be my good girl and sit.” He demands, before pulling you down onto his mouth, using his scarf to keep you firmly against him.
He truly loses himself in you, feeling gratified when he can make you feel good. It's the most amazing feeling to him, knowing he can make you come apart completely all on his own. His tongue moves so masterfully, you'd think he took a master class in it. He never gets tired, never loses his stamina. He makes you cum at least 3 times if you're on his face, though he could live between your thighs and still be unsatisfied.
After, he unties you and inspects you for any red marks. He'll kiss every inch of you, with special attention to any marks. “Don't ever deny me your body again. Not if it's for insecurity. If you don't want it, that's one thing, but don't ever assume I don't.” He says, as he kisses you. He cleans you up, showers with you, and you sleep cuddled up under the blanket. He watches you as you sleep for a bit, always one to have trouble truly relaxing, but soon he plants one final kiss to your hair and dozes off.
Neito Monoma would laugh, actually laugh when you try to hover above his mouth. He’d use it as the perfect opportunity to brag on his IMPECCABLE skill.
“Aww what's wrong? Poor baby can't handle my incredible tongue? I know it's pretty exceptional, but I thought my girl could handle it.” He mocks. You whine at the teasing, but try to defend yourself anyway.
“No! It's not that I can't handle it, I just…I feel like I'm too heavy. I'm just trying to be careful.”
He scoffs then, sounding as if you've just offended not only him, but his entire lineage. “Oh, so you think I can't handle you? Is that it?” He laughs again, almost condescending in the way he teases. “Get real, princess. Thought I was your perfect man.” He teases, pouting at you as if you're simply being mean for the sake of it.
You finally sigh, saying. “You are my perfect man, Nei.” And he just tuts, looking up at you with an expectant gaze.
“Then be my perfect girl and sit." He demands, finally gripping your plush skin in his fingers and pulling you against his mouth.
He's an overachiever, licking across your folds with expert precision and forcing multiple orgasms out of you easily. His tongue delves into each and every inch, sucking and kissing as if you're the most sacred treasure. You're obsessed with the view, having your cocky man under you, absolutely lost in you, worshipping you. He spells his name across your clit, as if he's signing that it's all his. After you've cum so many times you're crying, he'll let you get up.
And though he's all teasing and attitude to everyone in the world, he takes great care of you after. After all, a king needs his queen to be spoiled, (and the more attention he gives you the more you shower him with love in return.).
“You're perfect. You love when I make you feel so good, don't you?” He says, playing with your hair gently as you lie on his lap.
“I do. You're amazing, Neito.” You say, and he smiles, proud as hell.
“Say that again, baby.” He says with a cocky smirk.
Hanta Sero is so compassionate, but he's such a tease. You're both naked, fresh out of the shower, and when he asks you to sit on his face, you're a little shy. You laugh a little, just short breaths through your nose, as if he was kidding. His tape snaps out quickly, wrapping around your wrist. You blush and give in, letting him pull you in close.
“I'm not kidding. C'mon, don't be shy. I've used my mouth on you before, but I just wanna drown in you right now.” He pleads, backing you both up towards the bed, and you can't possibly deny him such a request. After all, he's offering to pleasure you with no promise of you returning the favor.
“Okay, Hanta…” You say, as he lies down and helps you settle above his mouth. You're a little nervous at being on top of him this way. You're not sure if he'll be safe, if he can even breathe. The thoughts get the best of you and you don't allow yourself to fully sit.
“Lower, babygirl. Just sit.” He prompts, gentle hands rubbing your ass, your back, your thighs.
“I'm just a little nervous, Han…what if I'm too heavy?” You ask, and he scoffs.
“Too heavy? Are you joking?” He says with a chuckle. You shake your head 'no', and he sighs solemnly and shakes his head.
“Hey, you know you're perfect, right? I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't really want it. Let me show you how perfect I think you are.” His hands are resting on your hips now, and he's blinking up at you with these pleading eyes. You don't give in at first, still a little insecure. “Come on, princess. Don't you want to cum all over my face? See me helpless beneath you…grind it and ride it until you're completely spent?”
His words are like gasoline to the flame inside you, and you finally give in. You allow yourself to sit, and he hums happily into you. He makes good on all his teasing, when he makes you cum on his face multiple times. His hands never stop roaming your body, his eyes stare up at you from his place between your legs. Every time you meet his gaze and he sees your blissed-out expression, he moans. He's so hard he's aching, and you can feel his legs shaking. All it takes is you leaning back and rubbing him with his palm through his boxers a couple times and he's cumming, groaning into your cunt.
After, you shower together and he washes you. “Fuck, I can't believe your pussy made me cum in my boxers. That's a little embarrassing.” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
You just smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “No it's not. It made me feel good. You think I'm that hot?” You ask, smiling as you kiss his chin.
He smiles as he looks down at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your forehead. “I think you're perfect. The most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.”
Keigo wants you to sit on his face so bad, he begs. He has you right where he wants you, climbing over his face.
He whistles as soon as he catches a glimpse. “Fuck, baby. What a view.” He says, admiring your already wet cunt.
He'd been teasing you, touching you just where he knew drove you crazy, using his feathers to randomly ghost past your neck, your thighs. He'd kept it up all day, and you were so desperate for release. But, once you're above him you can't help but overthink it. He tries to lean his head up, burying his face into your cunt as he begins to lick and suck. He tries to pull you down more, but you resist.
He drops his head and looks up at you. “You're holding back on me, little bird. Talk to me, what's stopping you?” He asks, in between soft kisses to your thighs, wherever he can reach.
“Keigo, it's just…I don't know. Maybe I'm too heavy? What if I hurt you?”
He shakes his head, furrowing his brows. “Oh, baby, no. Don't think that. You're gorgeous.” He says, kissing your thigh again, while his hands run gently along your skin. “Please sit on my face, baby? Please? I'm begging you. I'll get on my knees and beg if you want. If you want the Hawks on his knees begging, I can do that.” He pleads, and you just blush and laugh.
“Okay, okay. But if I hurt you, throw me off.” You say, and he rolls his eyes but smirks.
“Deal. But I guarantee you won't. You're light as a feather.” He says, and then he lands a harsh smack to your ass before pulling you down so you can't resist giving him your full weight any longer.
He's desperate between your legs, and he always devours you like you're his last meal. Your sensitive clit is sucked, rubbed, licked with perfect pressure. His pace is steady, and when he brings a feather to run along your body, from your navel to your breasts, you shudder. He feels the way you pulse, the way your cunt twitches, and he pushes you through your orgasm. He doesn't stop until you're shaking, and begging him for mercy. He loves the sound of your voice when you're that needy, that desperate, begging for a break before you lose your mind completely. When you're done, he takes a bath with you, holding you against his chest comfortably.
"My perfect girl. You make me so happy." He croons, as his hands trail all over your body. He makes a point to carry you to the bath, and to bed after, as if to prove that you were wrong about being too heavy. He touches your body all over that night. It's not even sexual, just reverent and loving. He worships every inch of you, and your insecurity is thrown to the wind.
BONUS!!!
Toshinori gets anxious when you resist sitting on his face. You hover above him,and when he tries to pull you in closer you don't.
“I'm sorry, have I done something wrong?” He asks, concern in his voice. He sits up, helping you to slide down onto the couch as he does.
“No, Toshi, you're fine. It's me. I feel like I'm too heavy.” You say, and you see his eyes look a bit sad. He takes it personally, as if you think he's too weak now to handle you.
“We've done it before. You weren't too heavy. Is it that now you think I'm weak? Or you're not interested in this sort of thing with me anymore?” He asks, insecure about himself.
You didn't even think he'd see your reluctance as you believing he's weak now, or that you're not as attracted to him.
“No! No, baby, that's not it at all. You're so strong. I know you can handle me. I'm just being mean to myself, I guess.” You reassure him, as you feel his hands running along all your body. He's staring down at your skin as if you're a goddess. He looks like he's in love with every inch of you.
“You shouldn't shame yourself, young lady.” He scolds, and you blush a little. He's not that much older than you, but the name still sends heat to your core sometimes. It's like being scolded by a teacher, and he knows it gets to you. “I'm going to make you fall apart on me, then we'll see who's too weak to handle you.” He warns, dangerously, as he settles you back above his mouth.
He pulls you in and you lose your resolve as soon as his mouth meets your cunt. You relax, your full weight pinning him down, and he moans out a happy ‘mmhmm’ from between your legs. You grind against his face, and your hands come to grab onto his blonde hair. He looks up at you and you can't hold it together anymore, cumming hard all over his face. He pushes you to a couple more, until he's satisfied and convinced you'll never think he can't handle you again.
“Fuck, Toshinori…you're so good.” You say,out of breath, as you climb off of him.
He pulls you down on top of him in a hug, holding you close to his body. “You're perfect. Say it.” He says, kissing your face. You blush, but you know he won't let you go until you do.
“I'm perfect.” You say, reluctantly.
“Your turn.” You prompt, poking him.
“I'm perfect.” He says, just as reluctantly as you did, but that's why you have each other to help.
“5 minutes. Then I'll make us some pork cutlets.” He says, nuzzling into your hair. You hum happily and rest.
Sir Nighteye just smiles. In a knowing, “already knew you would” way. He doesn't even need to use foresight on you, he knows you that well. So when he asks you to sit on his face and you hover your beautiful ass above his mouth, all shy (as if he hasn't been buried deep in you 1,000 times already) he chuckles. His smile spreads across his face, and he looks up at your blushy face.
“Ah-ah. This won't do.” He scolds. “What on earth has gotten into my girl?”
“I've gained weight, Mirai. I'm just worried I'm….too heavy” You say the words with a shame that is just unacceptable in his eyes.
“Too heavy?” He questions, gaze darkening. Then, your nerves about your body are completely thrown out the window as the nerves about what he's thinking take over. He frowns, frowns at you. “That sort of negativity has no place here, in our bedroom. You're aware that I think you're the most beautiful creation this earth has to offer, right?”
You blush, unable to fully resist the small smile that begins creeping up. He grips your hips in his hands, digging his fingers possessively into your flesh. “Why are you holding back that smile, darling? Will I need to take more…convincing measures?”
You immediately flash back to the other week, after having a nasty attitude with him got you tickled until you cried, and you shake your head. “No, sir!” He smiles again at your sudden obedience. He always knew just how to keep you in line, always caring for your benefit and happiness.
“Well, then. If you don't sit that beautiful pussy on me within the next 5 seconds, no amount of begging will save you.” He warns, a dangerous smile and an even more dangerous lookin his eyes. His vulgar words make you bashful again, but you do as he asks. He delves into you like a man starved, though every move is calculated. He licks around your sensitive nub with precision, large and long fingers coming to rub your entrance. When he feels you've soaked his hand enough he finally slides two fingers in, curling and thrusting just perfectly.
You hear him chuckle as you clench around him, feel his grin as he's lapping up your juices. When you release, cumming hard on his face, he keeps going, coaxing out as many more orgasms from you as he pleases. He's not happy until you're blissed out, a dopey smile on your face as you shake off the daze of your climax.
“You did well, darling. You're so beautiful when you're happy and relaxed like this.” He says, as he picks you up to carry you to the shower. He takes care of you, and ensures he never catches you talking down on yourself again. He even pays extra attention to your least favorite parts in the future, kissing and stroking them gently as if his hands could heal you.
Dabi is mean when you don't give him what he wants. His hands aren't meant to hold gently, his voice isn't meant to speak sweet nothings. Now, he'll praise you and compliment you, but he's not soft by any means. So when he says sit, he means SIT. You make the mistake of hovering, and he growls, irritated. “You fuckin kidding me? Whats your problem?” He asks, annoyed at your resistance. You're usually putty in his hands, just the way he likes. “I'm just….I feel like I'm too heavy, I don't know.” You say, growing more nervous about disappointing him now that you're voicing your insecurities. “Shut up, don't be stupid.” He scolds, gripping your hips with his hands harshly. His grip is firm, almost bruising. “You’re mine. Wouldn't make you mine if you weren't perfect. So stop talking shit about what I own. Or maybe I should burn my name into your skin so you remember?” He threatens, and you shiver. Your breathing is quickening, and he warms his hand with flames up just enough that it'll sting when he slaps your ass with a firm hand. You tell, and drop onto his mouth, unable to stay steady from the harsh slap. He licks you slowly, savoring it, taking his time. He doesn't let you cum right away, oh no, he makes you wait. Especially after testing his patience and making him convince you. He slowly sucks on your clit, bringing a finger to slip inside, savoring how wet you are.
“Oh, fuck! Can I cum?” You ask, desperation laced through your voice.
“Ah-ah. Hold it.” He scolds, continuing his ministrations with a dangerous smirk. He loves the way you fall apart, the way he can feel you clenching around his fingers as you chase your release.
“It's too much…I can't..” You whine, trying to hold back, but knowing you'll be overwhelmed soon. “Please..Touya?”
He lets out a dark chuckle, raspy and deep in his throat. “You gonna say any more stupid shit?” He asks, pulling away from your cunt for just enough time to speak, before diving back in. When you don't answer right away, he slaps your ass, causing you to cry out.
“N-no! I won't! I promise.” You plead, grinding against his face desperately as you hold back the orgasm that's been threatening to burst for far too long.
He pulls away, his gravelly voice cutting through your haze. “Alright, go ahead and let go. Show me how good I make you feel.” He instructs, before returning his mouth to your aching clit and coaxing you through the orgasm. You cum so hard your vision blurs, and you lose yourself for a few moments. You don't even notice at first that he's rolled you off of him and is above you, fingers still buried deep inside. You shudder as you come down, opening your eyes and taking in the sight of him above you. He pulls his fingers out, licking them before shoving them into your mouth, and you suck them clean. “That's it. Such a dirty fucking slut for me. You're all mine, aren't you?” He teases, and you blink up at him with dazed, bleary eyes.
“I'm all yours.” You whisper.
“Good.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. It's a rare, soft gesture, and it's punctuated by a quick kiss to your lips. He leaves you on the couch as he goes to get something to eat for the both of you. And though he's not one for cuddles, or too much gentle affection, he lets you rest your back to his chest while you relax together watching TV, and you feel his chin rest on your head. It's as loving as he can be right now, but it's enough to remind you that you're all he needs.
You are absolutely destroyed. Pretty whines spill from your parted lips, your body is limp, face mashed deep into the silk pillows. Your body feels like jelly, the only thing keeping you up is his hands on your hips. You’re mindlessly babbling, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. “Fucking look at you…”
He's been fucking you relentlessly—thrusts so deep and powerful they shake the entire mattress. He fucked you in every position possible, and he was still going at it. You lost track of your orgasms and the time. You’re not sure what has gotten into him today, but he came back home in a mood.
Another heavy spank, this time harder. Your small body jumps forward with the force, pussy gripping his length like a vice. He wraps a large hand around your throat, pulling you back onto his cock.
“Please…”
His pace doesn't slow. If anything, your small pleas only make him fuck harder. He's a brutal force of nature behind you, taking what he wants without mercy. His balls slap against your clit with every thrust. He pulls your hair, arching your back more. He kisses your shoulder, then your neck.
His teeth scrape sharp against the sensitive skin of your neck. He’s grinding deep, rotating his hips in a way that makes you see stars. Your small body is nothing but a ragdoll in his grip. His hand leaves your hair to grip your hip, bruisingly tight, and you fall back against the bed. “Take it.”
The movement of your head is sluggish as you shake it, brain rattled from the relentless pounding. He knows you're right on the edge of overwhelmed but he can't stop—your pussy feels too good gripping his massive cock. Your words are basically incoherent, all he can make out is his name and pathetic pleas.
Ths sound of his heated skin meeting yours is lewd, it makes your ears burn. your toes are already curling as he groans over you, feeling your soft cunt trying to milk him dry without even meaning to. “yeah, I got you all stupid now, huh?” He laughs.
You nod mindlessly, feeling your nth orgasm approach.
