cw!!⪼extremely explicit nsfw, heavy degradation, breeding kink, choking, spitting, bondage, edging, overstimulation, crying, size kink, and intense power play. proceed only if you’re comfortable.
the blindfold is back on, but this time gojo ties your wrists to the headboard with his own belt, pulling it so tight your fingers tingle. you’re spread wide on his bed, knees pushed up to your chest in a brutal mating press, completely exposed and dripping..
he’s been at it for almost an hour now.
“ngh— satoru, please—”
you sob, hips twitching uselessly as he drags the fat head of his cock through your soaked folds again, slapping it hard against your swollen clit.
he laughs, low and mean, blue eyes glowing as he watches your cunt clench around nothing.
“aww, listen to you. already crying and i haven’t even fucked you properly yet. what a pathetic little whore. this sloppy pussy gets wetter the more i deny it, huh?”
he pushes just the tip inside — stretching you open so wide it burns — then pulls right back out. you let out a broken “ngh!” that turns into a whimper when he does it again. and again. shallow little thrusts that tease your entrance without giving you any real relief.
“fuck, you’re gripping me so tight even with just the tip,” he groans, voice rough. “imagine how desperate you’re gonna sound when i finally stuff this tight cunt full.”
he spits directly on your clit, watching it drip down to where he’s barely inside you, then rubs it in with his thumb in slow, torturous circles. your whole body jerks, a high-pitched moan escaping before you can stop it.
“that’s it. make those pretty noises for me. let me hear how stupid i’m making you.”
he finally sinks in halfway, the thick stretch forcing another loud “ngh!” from your throat. but he stops there, holding still, letting you feel every inch pulsing inside while he leans down and spits into your open mouth.
“swallow,”
he commands. you do, whimpering, and he rewards you by slamming the rest of the way in, bottoming out so deep you swear you feel him in your guts.
the moan that rips out of you is obscene — “nghhh— fuck— satoru—!” — and he just grins, starting a brutal pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
“too big for you, baby? can’t even take my cock without crying like a bitch?”
he taunts, one hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing just enough to make your head spin.
“but you’re still sucking me in so greedily. this pussy was made to be ruined by me.”
every thrust is punishing, skin slapping wetly, your bound hands yanking at the belt as pleasure and overstimulation mix. he keeps you right on the edge, slowing down whenever your walls start fluttering too hard around him.
“ngh— no, no, please don’t stop— i’m so close—” you beg, tears soaking the blindfold.
he slaps your clit hard. “you cum when i say. not before. you’re my slut and i’m gonna edge this greedy cunt until you’re begging to be bred like a fucking animal.”
he pulls out completely again, leaving you empty and sobbing. then he flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up high, and shoves back in from behind in one brutal thrust. the new angle hits even deeper. you scream into the sheets, a garbled
“nghhh— too deep—!”
gojo fists your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to arch as he rails you mercilessly.
“yeah? too deep? then why are you creaming all over my cock, huh? look at this messy fucking pussy — dripping down my balls like a cheap slut.”
he reaches around and rubs your clit fast and mean, never letting up on the brutal thrusts. your moans turn into constant broken “ngh— ngh— ngh—!” sounds, body shaking violently as he edges you for the fifth time tonight.
“please— please let me come— i can’t— ngh— satoru—!”
“beg better,” he growls, choking you harder while grinding deep. “tell me what you are. tell me you need my cum.”
“i’m your pathetic breeding slut— ngh— please fill me up— breed me— pump me full until i’m leaking—”
that does it.
he flips you back over, folds you in half again, and fucks you so hard the bed creaks dangerously. his pace is feral now, hips snapping, balls slapping against your ass.
“gonna breed this cunt so full. gonna stuff you with so much cum you’ll be swollen with it. you want my babies? want me to knock you up like the desperate whore you are?”
“yes— yes— ngh— please— breed me—!”
your orgasm finally crashes over you when he allows it — violent and blinding. you scream, walls clamping down around him like a vice, squirting messily all over his cock and stomach as your body convulses.
“fuck— that’s it— milk me— ngh— good fucking girl—”
gojo groans loud, burying himself to the hilt as he comes hard, thick hot ropes of cum flooding deep inside you. he keeps grinding, pushing it further in, making sure nothing escapes.
“take every drop. that’s my good little breeding hole.”
he doesn’t pull out. instead he stays buried deep, plugging his cum inside while his hand lazily rubs your oversensitive clit again, forcing weak little aftershocks and more pathetic “ngh…” whimpers from you.
after a minute he leans down, kisses your tear-streaked cheek almost sweetly, and whispers against your ear:
“don’t get too comfortable, baby. i’m pulling out in ten seconds… and then i’m flipping you over and fucking another load into you. we’re not stopping until you’re so full you can’t walk tomorrow. understood?”
you can only nod weakly, already throbbing around his still-hard cock.
Come here, sweetheart, sit on mommy’s lap. Mhmm.. Just like that. Such a good girl. You know mommy loves when you’re so well-behaved? Now open those beautiful legs for me, so mommy can see if you’re already a mess for me. There you go.. You’re already so wet for mommy, such a needy desperate little girl. Let me take care of you, let me slide those fingers inside this sweet, drenched pussy..
A scenario I think would be interesting is a whumpee forced to make noncon videos terrified of their caretaker finding out and a caretaker who does find out having to reassure the whumpee that they don't think they're disgusting or shameful because of it
Writing prompts
Very much.
Noncon, filmed
Content: noncon, forced to beg, body issues, VERY degrading language, shame, good caretaker
Shivering as their skin touches the air and they can see themselves in the camera monitor. Their body looks so odd, awkward, almost contorted.
Watching back the video and hearing how convincingly they begged for it. Repulsive.
The body issues that come with having it used, every part of it used up, stained, ruined for whumper's pleasure. They can never feel a touch again without being subtly reminded of what it felt like when whumper did it.
Forced to edit their own noncon footage for whumper, and they damn well better get it right.
Whumper hearing the sounds from caretaker's phone, realizing caretaker is unknowingly watching that video, whumper must've sent it to them. Horrified, caretaker shuts it off, but whumpee knows every second of that footage.
"I'm sorry." Caretaker is the one apologizing?
Whumpee grabbing caretaker's phone, almost ready to throw it in the trash before they realize what they're doing and flee.
"I can't. You'll never see me the same."
"I'm sorry I lied to you... About who I am. I'm nothing but a, a..." The disgusting words can't make it out. Slut, toy, hole.
"what do you mean? Whumpee, that isn't you."
Whumpee in tears. "You saw me. You saw what I am."
"I saw someone being tortured." Caretaker pauses, trying to find the words. "You're... no matter how you feel... I see a survivor. You're not what they did to you."
“You sure will,” you smirk, taking off your pants and stepping out of them, leaving yourself in your panties. The air is thick with the scent of him. Musky and desperate, as you peel the lace down your thighs, letting them catch on one ankle before kicking them free. You twirl them in your fingers, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he tracks the movement. “Open your mouth.”
You come home from a long day at work. To find ryan touching himself without your permission..
You stumble through the door after a long day, feet dragging across the wooden floor. The bags drop from your shoulder with a dull thud, and you hang your jacket on the rack without a second thought. One shoe, then the other, lined up neatly beside the rest. You rake a tired hand through your hair and start toward the bedroom, mind already halfway in bed,
until you freeze.
From behind the cracked door, you hear it.
A small, fragile sound.
Whimpering.
Then a creak. Slow, deliberate. The thing in your chair shifts, its breathing ragged and wet. You see the mess of brown hair twitch upwards, exposing a sliver of tanned neck glistening with sweat. The voice comes again, strained and breathless, but unmistakable now: "Fuck... y/n."
Your fingers curl against the door frame. The air smells thick, like salt and musk and something darker. The bedsprings whine under uneven movement, and your shadow stretches long across the floor as you step inside. "Without my permission?"
Ryan jerks, his cock twitching in his hand before he snatches it away like he's been burned. His eyes widen, pupils blown black with panic. His mouth works. Just a tremor of his lower lip at first, before your name stutters out. "Y-y/n." It cracks halfway through.
You step closer, the heat radiating off his body like a furnace. His thighs press together, muscles tensing as his gaze darts to the wetness still glistening on his fingers. You grab his chin before he can look away, forcing his head up. The slap echoes, sharp and stinging. His breath hitches. A red flush blooms across his cheekbone, stark against his tanned skin. He doesn't rub it.
“All I ask from you is to be good while I’m at work,” you murmur, dragging your thumb over his parted lips. His tongue darts out instinctively, tasting the salt of your skin before freezing. “And this is what I come home to?” Your grip tightens just enough to make him whimper. “Are you trying to be punished?”
“I wasn’t- I swear I wasn’t gonna-” The lie dies when your palm cracks against his other cheek, the sound ricocheting off the walls. He gasps, legs buckling beneath him as he drops to his knees. His hands hover over your hips, trembling but not daring to touch. “Please,” he rasps, forehead pressing into your thigh. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
You crouch, tilting his chin up with one finger. His eyelashes cling together, damp with unshed tears. “Awwh, poor baby,” you coo, dragging the pad of your thumb over the heat blooming on his skin. His breath hitches, hopeful, stupid. Before you strike again, snapping his head to the side. He crumples further, catching himself on his palms before his chest hits the floor. “You really think some sort of pathetic apology is going to make up for it?”
With a sharp tug, you haul him forward by the wrist, the tendons straining under your grip. His knees scrape against the hardwood as you drag him toward the chair, the one still warm from where he’d been rutting against it like a desperate dog. The wood groans under his weight when you shove him onto the chair, your fingers biting into the soft flesh of his thigh. His cock twitches, flushed and leaking against his stomach. You click your tongue. “Look at you. So fucking needy.”
The cuffs glint in the dim light as you snap them around his wrists, forcing his arms flush against the chair’s back. His breath stutters when you trail a nail down the delicate skin of his inner arm, tracing the tendons straining against the metal. “You want to act like a slut?” You lean in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. His whole body shudders when you whisper, “Then you’ll stay here, exactly like this—hard and aching—until I decide you’ve suffered enough.”
His hips jerk involuntarily, his cock straining against nothing as you step back, admiring the flush creeping down his chest. He whines, high and broken, when you unhook your belt with deliberate slowness, the leather slithering free from the loops like a serpent. The sound of it snapping taut between your hands makes his thighs clench. “Please,” he chokes out, eyes pinned to the movement of your fingers as you loop the belt behind his neck. “Y/n, I-I’ll be good—”
“You sure will,” you smirk, taking off your pants and stepping out of them, leaving yourself in your panties. The air is thick with the scent of him, musky and desperate. As you peel the lace down your thighs, letting them catch on one ankle before kicking them free. You twirl them in your fingers, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he tracks the movement. “Open your mouth.”
Ryan hesitates for only a second before his lips part, pink and trembling. The damp fabric brushes his tongue as you stuff it past his teeth, his brows knitting together in silent protest. His nostrils flare, inhaling you, the lingering traces of your arousal. His cock twitches violently against his stomach. You chuckle, walking away while the chair creaks under his squirming weight.
The bedside cabinet drawer slides open with a whisper, revealing the cool gleam of silicone nestled among silk scarves and forgotten trinkets. Your fingers close around the thick base of the dildo, its hefty weight familiar in your palm. A slow smirk curls your lips as you turn it over, watching the light catch on the veined surface. Ryan's choked whimper draws your gaze back, his thighs trembling, his chest heaving as realization dawns in his wide, wet eyes.
One knee sinks into the mattress, then the other, the frame groaning softly as you settle onto the bed. You spread your legs deliberately, the brush of cool air against your bare skin making your breath hitch. Just enough for him to notice. His pupils dilate further, his fingers flexing uselessly against the cuffs as you drag the toy through your slick folds, coating it with a filthy, glossy sheen. "You're going to watch me fuck myself," you murmur, tilting your head as his hips buck involuntarily against the chair. "While you can't touch yourself." You push the tip inside with a slow, taunting roll of your hips. His teeth sink into the fabric gagging him. "Or me." Another inch, your thighs tensing as you sigh. "Or say a goddamn thing."
The stretch burns deliciously as you sink deeper onto the toy, your eyes fluttering shut for a fraction of a second before forcing them back open. Ryan's chest heaves, his wrists twisting frantically against the restraints, the veins in his arms standing out starkly as he strains toward you. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his collarbones, his cock dripping precum onto his stomach in thick, desperate strings. You moan. Soft at first, then louder, dragging the toy almost all the way out before slamming it back in, your thighs trembling. The wet squelch fills the room, obscene and rhythmic, and his breath comes in sharp, punched-out bursts through his nose.
"Look at you," you pant, fingers digging into your own thighs as the pace quickens. The headboard knocks against the wall in time with your thrusts, each impact jostling the photograph frames beside the bed. Ryan's whimpers hitch higher as you arch your back, letting him see every slick inch slide in and out, the swollen bud of your clit catching against the toy's base with every downward stroke. His toes curl against the floorboards, his thighs shaking with the effort of not rutting against empty air. "If you weren’t such a pathetic whore..." Another moan spills from your lips, your hips stuttering, "this could be you."
A strangled sob tears from his throat as you drag your free hand up your stomach, fingers circling your clit in tight, deliberate strokes. The wet sound of skin on skin mixes with the muffled pleading noises he makes around your underwear, his hips jerking uselessly as precum drips onto the chair seat beneath him. Your breath catches when you press harder, the coil in your gut tightening dangerously. "You'd beg for it, wouldn't you?" you gasp, watching his eyelashes flutter as he nods frantically. "Worthless thing."
The orgasm hits like a punch. Your back arches off the bed, thighs clamping around the toy as pleasure whites out your vision for one endless, shuddering moment. A broken cry escapes your lips, louder than you intended, and Ryan's entire body jerks against the cuffs like he's been electrocuted. His cock twitches violently, untouched and weeping, as you ride out the aftershocks with slow, grinding rolls of your hips. The dildo slips free with a slick pop when you finally still, his eyes locked on the mess glistening between your thighs.
You wipe the toy down with lazy strokes of tissue, your fingers still trembling slightly, before tossing the crumpled paper into the wastebasket with a careless flick of your wrist. Ryan flinches when the drawer slides shut with a soft click, his breath ragged through his nose as you crawl toward him on all fours, slow, deliberate, letting him feel the weight of your gaze tracing every twitch of his overstimulated body. The chair creaks when you lean in, close enough that your sweat-damp hair brushes his feverish skin. "Think you've endured enough?" you murmur, tilting your head as his lashes flutter. His desperate nod makes the belt dig deeper into his throat. "Want to make it up to me hm?"
The belt slithers free with a whisper, the leather slipping from his neck like melting ice. His gasp is raw. Half relief, half terror, as you unclip the cuffs next, your fingers skating over the angry red marks left behind. His wrists drop into his lap like dead weights, his fingers twitching as circulation floods back in. When you grip his chin, he doesn’t resist, letting you drag his slack jaw forward until your breath mingles. The panties peel free from his mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva snapping against his swollen lips. He coughs, a weak, pathetic sound before his tongue darts out to wet his cracked lips instinctively.
You don’t reward him with mercy. Instead, you walk backward toward the bed, never breaking eye contact as you sink into the rumpled sheets. The mattress dips under your weight as you spread your thighs just enough for him to see the glistening mess between them. the swollen, pink evidence of your pleasure. His breath hitches, his palms flattening against his thighs like he’s physically restraining himself. “You gonna be a good boy for me?” you murmur, crooking a finger toward him. His hips jerk forward before he even speaks. “Yes, Mommy..” he rasps, voice scraped raw from panting, from stifled pleas.
Ryan crawls toward you on trembling hands and knees, the wood groaning under his weight. Every movement is agonizingly slow, his muscles twitching with restraint, not because he wants to savor it, but because his body is shaking too hard to move faster. His breath fans hot over your inner thigh when he finally reaches you, his nose brushing against the damp curls between your legs. You thread your fingers through his hair, gripping just hard enough to make him whimper. “Say it again,” you order, tilting his head back to expose the flush creeping down his neck. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. “I’ll be good..” he breathes, eyes black with want. “Please y/n...”
You tighten your grip and shove his face down without warning, his moan vibrating against you as his tongue laps clumsily at your slick folds. His hands fly up instinctively, fingers digging into your hips, until you smack them away hard enough to leave red marks blooming on his knuckles. He whines into you, the sound muffled against your skin, but doesn’t try to touch again. “Use your fucking mouth,” you hiss, grinding against his face. “Or do I need to cuff you again?” His answering groan is filthy, his tongue plunging deeper like he’s trying to drown in you.
The wet heat of his mouth is perfect, sloppy and desperate, his nose pressed tight against your clit as he breathes you in like he’s starving. His hips rut uselessly against the air, his cock dripping onto the floorboards beneath him in thick, obscene drops. You roll your hips forward, forcing him to take it deeper, and his choked sob makes your thighs tremble. “That’s it,” you coo, fingers tightening in his hair as his tongue swirls faster. “Clean me up like the filthy little mutt you are.”
Then you feel it. The telltale creak of wood, the rhythmic thud of his hips driving against the bed frame. His moans turn frantic, muffled against your skin, his desperation bleeding into every clumsy thrust. Your grip turns brutal, yanking his head back so hard his spine arches. His lips glisten, slick with you, his breath coming in ragged pants. The slap echoes before he can process it, your palm cracking against his cheekbone with enough force to make his head snap sideways. “Did I say you could hump the bed?” you snarl, watching blood rush to his skin in a perfect, stinging handprint.
His whimper is broken, his hips stuttering to a stop mid-air. His cock twitches against his stomach, leaking a fresh string of precum onto the floor. You drag his face back down with a fistful of hair, pressing his nose into your clit until his breath hitches. “Answer me,” you growl, grinding against his mouth. His tongue darts out in frantic little licks, his muffled “N-no, Mommy-” dissolving into a choked groan when you tug harder. “Louder,” you demand, releasing him just enough to let his lips part. “Tell me what you are.”
His breath comes in ragged bursts, his forehead pressed against your thigh. “I’m-I’m a slut..” he gasps, his voice raw. The admission sends a shudder through him, his hips jerking involuntarily like he’s trying to rut against the floor. You dig your heel into his ribs, forcing him still. “A desperate fucking slut,” you correct, thumb tracing the swollen curve of his bottom lip. His eyelids flutter, his tongue darting out to taste your skin again. “Say it.” His throat works, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “I’m a desperate fucking slut for you m-mommy.." he whispers, the words cracking under the weight of his shame.
You smirk, trailing your fingers down his jawline until they curl under his chin. “Good boy,” you murmur, soft enough to make his breath hitch before shoving his face back between your thighs. His moan vibrates against you, his tongue lapping at you with renewed desperation, His breathing stutters, his hands trembling where they grip the sheets. You lean down, your lips brushing his ear as you whisper, “Tell me why I should let you come.” His cock jerks against your stomach, his hips arching off the mattress as he gasps, “B-because- because I’m yours-” You bite his earlobe hard enough to make him yelp, your teeth leaving a sharp sting behind. “That’s not good enough,” you murmur, grinding down against him just enough to tease the tip of his cock at your entrance. He sobs, his thighs shaking violently beneath you. “I-I’m your slut-” he gasps, his voice breaking. “Your- your desperate fucking slut-”
You huff a laugh, finally letting his cock slide inside you with one slow, torturous roll of your hips. His entire body convulses beneath you, his hands flying to your waist before he remembers himself and snatches them back, his fingers curling into fists against the mattress. He whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut as you sink down onto him inch by glorious inch, your walls fluttering around his throbbing length. “Look at me,” you command, and his eyelids snap open, his pupils blown so wide they swallow the blue of his irises. His lips part on a ragged exhale, his chest rising and falling in uneven hitches as you begin to move, slow at first, just shallow rolls of your hips that drag his cock against every sensitive spot inside you.
His moans turn broken when you pick up the pace, his hands trembling where they hover uselessly at your sides. The slap of skin on skin fills the room, his breath coming in punched-out gasps each time you grind down against him. Sweat beads at his temples, his damp hair sticking to his forehead as he fights not to buck into you. You smirk, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles that make his cock twitch inside you. “You gonna come already?” you taunt, dragging a nail down his sternum. He shakes his head frantically, his jaw clenching so hard you hear his teeth grind. “Liar,” you sigh, leaning forward to press your lips to his racing pulse. His hips jerk involuntarily, his cock sliding deeper, and he chokes on a sob.
His fingers dig into the mattress hard enough to turn his knuckles white when you slow to a torturous crawl, lifting yourself almost completely off him before sinking back down with agonizing slowness. A tear streaks down his cheek when you pause at the apex, his breath hitching as your walls flutter around him. “I- I can’t-” he gasps, his voice wrecked, his thighs trembling beneath you. You hum, tracing the edge of his collarbone with your tongue. “Can’t what?” you murmur, dragging your teeth over his skin. His hips stutter, his cock pulsing inside you as he whimpers, “Can’t- fuck- can’t hold back-"
You laugh, and roll your hips just enough to make his toes curl. “Mmh…you wanna cum, hmm?” you whisper, nipping at his earlobe as your breath fans hot over his damp skin. His nod is frantic, his chest heaving beneath you. “Yeah? You wanna?” Your fingers curl around his throat, not squeezing. Just holding, as you grind against him in shallow, filthy circles. His moan cracks into a sob when you press your forehead to his, your lips brushing his with every ragged exhale. “Then ask properly,” you growl, your voice dripping with dark promise.
His entire body shudders, his fingers clawing at the sheets. “P-please-” His voice splinters, his hips bucking weakly under you. “Lemme cum, Mommy- please- fuck-” You pull away just enough to watch his face crumple, your grin sharp as a blade. “Louder,” you demand, slamming back down onto him hard enough to make his spine arch off the mattress. His scream is raw, his cock twitching violently inside you as he chokes out, “Please- I’ll be good- I’ll be so fucking good- ” His thighs tremble, his breath coming in desperate gasps. “Just- shit- just lemme cum in you- I can’t- Mommy-!”
His begging dissolves into wordless moans when you finally- finally- grant him permission with a whispered, “Cum for me, sweetheart.” His orgasm wrecks him, his entire body seizing as his cock pulses inside you in thick, desperate spurts. His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he rides it out, his moans muffled against your shoulder. You don’t let up, rolling your hips in slow, relentless circles to milk every last drop from him, his oversensitive whimpers music to your ears.
But you’re not done. Not even close. His spent cock twitches pathetically inside you as you lean down, your lips brushing his ear. “Did I say I was finished?” you murmur, dragging your teeth over his earlobe. His breath hitches, his body still trembling from his own release, but he nods weakly, because he knows better than to deny you. You straighten up, your thighs flexing around his hips as you begin to move again, your fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. His groan is pained but obedient, his hands sliding up to cradle your waist as you use him, his oversensitive cock trapped inside you.
His whimpers grow louder with each roll of your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as you chase your second orgasm. Sweat drips down his chest, his muscles twitching beneath you like a live wire. “F-fuck-” he chokes out, his voice shredded as you clench around him, his cock still half-hard despite his exhaustion. You grin, pinching your clit harder, watching his face contort with a mix of pain and desperate arousal. “That’s it,” you coo, grinding down onto him with brutal precision. “Take it like the greedy little slut you are.”
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as you fuck yourself on him, his breath coming in ragged gasps beneath you. His hands flutter at your thighs, unsure whether to push you away or pull you closer, but he knows better than to touch without permission. A broken sob escapes his lips when you suddenly squeeze around him, your walls fluttering as your orgasm crests. His hips jerk involuntarily, his cock twitching inside you as you ride out the waves, your moans dripping with satisfaction. “Fuck- Mommy..” he whines, his voice cracking as you clench around him one final time.
You collapse forward, your sweat-slick chest pressing against his as you capture his lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His mouth is pliant beneath yours, his tongue lazy and exhausted as you lick into him, tasting yourself on his lips. He whimpers when you pull away, his eyes glassy and unfocused as you trace his swollen bottom lip with your thumb. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?” you murmur, your voice dripping with faux sweetness. His breath hitches, his cock giving a weak twitch inside you, as if even now, oversensitive and spent, his body can’t help but respond to you.
Hi there do you think you can do a part two of the yan jock Jason?
Sure thing! I definitely did not wait a year and a half to write this request, definitely not. I hope you enjoy it either way lol, and sorry for making you wait so long!
Also I wasn't sure if I should have made this post more yandere esque than the first one, but I decided to keep it at relatively the same level. I hope that's ok!
Yandere Jock! With A Bottom Reader
Part one can be found here!
Minors DNI!
Male! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, overstimulation, biting, marking, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, anal sex, handjobs, jealousy, possessiveness, creampie, yandere tendencies leak through what Jason says but reader doesn't realize how far it goes, bad aftercare, Jason's ass at it ngl, bathing, insults, mentions of punishment, mentions of giving head, Jason's an asshole.
Divider credit goes to @strangergraphics
“Fuck, Jason, it’s too much, gotta–gotta slow down–”
A sharp thrust from your boyfriend had you moaning the last syllable of your sentence, loud and unashamed in its intensity. From where you were positioned, you could just barely make out the shape of Jason’s moving body, obscured only by the thick, salty liquid blurring your gaze. Even with your limited sight, you could see the shit-eating grin spreading across his face, a sharp blob standing out dramatically on his flushed face.
“Are you fucking serious?” Jason pants in your ear, throwing one of your legs haphazardly over his well-muscled shoulder. Without his jersey on, you have a much better view of how sweaty his dark skin had become, dripping down his toned chest in defined rivelets. You should have expected it, with how much he’d been exerting himself throughout the day, but it was a welcome sight nonetheless. “You really want me to slow down? After all those pretty, fucked up noises you’ve been making? I don’t think so. Come on, I know you’ve got another orgasm in you. Just gotta let me take care of you until I decide you’re done, got it?”
You open your mouth to bite back, a protest on your lips, but the harsh pushing of Jason’s hips against your pelvis replaced it with another groan of pleasure, overtaking any words you might have spewed his way. You should have known it was going to go like this. You should have known that Jason would have more steam to blow off after his big game, steam he couldn’t possibly burn without your help. The round he had sprung on you in the college’s locker room should have been indicator enough. But no matter how many games Jason played, no matter how many times you were called upon to help him use the last of his energy, you always forgot how demanding he could be, pulling more and more from you until there was almost nothing left for you to give. Which was what he was doing now, and would continue to do for who knows how long. The round in the locker room was just a precursor to what was to come. The real event wasn’t in motion until you stepped foot into Jason’s apartment, rushing to his room before you could even check if his roommate was home.
Now you’re on your back, lying in Jason’s messy, unmade bed, four orgasms deep with a fifth one soon to come.Your boyfriend was buried deep inside your ass, your sensitive cock was rubbing painfully against the stained sheets, and your head was thrown back against one of his plush pillows, the only softness your body had experienced since you had started this whole mess. You can’t see yourself, but you were sure you must look like a mess, with your bruised skin and your cum-stained body, a mingle of your fluids as well as Jason’s coating your grimy skin.
And then there was Jason. Jason, who didn’t look even a little tired, even as he pounded into you for the sixth time that day. Jason, who had somehow retained enough energy to completely destroy you, even after giving his all during his football game only hours before. Jason, who was making it his life’s mission to exhaust you completely, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body. It was almost like he thrived off of your overstimulation, growing more and more energetic the more overwhelmed you became. It wouldn’t surprise you. After all, he always enjoyed pushing you to your limits.
“Awe, poor baby. You too tired to make any noise for me? What happened to all that screaming you were doing earlier? Don’t tell me your throat hurts too much. You’ve never been one to let the pain stop you, have you?”
Speaking of which…
You try to let out another garbled whine, wincing at how hoarse your voice sounds to your muffled ears. Your throat did hurt, but your boyfriend wasn’t entirely right either. You just didn’t have any voice left to use. You had spent the past couple hours calling out for him and moaning into the pillow, so much so that your voice couldn’t keep up with the constant pressure it was under. “C–Can’t. I can’t…”
“Can’t what?” He mocks, placing a condescendingly comforting hand on your stomach. His fingers trace little patterns and shapes on the top of your skin, sliding through the sweat that had accumulated there with practiced ease. “Can’t speak? Poor thing. You getting tired already?”
A jolt of shock flashes through your rocking body, followed by the slight gnawing cold of panic in your stomach. Already? He was surprised you were getting tired already? Really? Did he consider four full orgasms to be just the start of a wild, night-long endeavor of pleasure and lust? Was he planning on putting you through…god, you didn’t want to think about how many more rounds he might have in store for you. Not that you minded, at least, not normally, but there was only so much your battered body could take…
You intend to tell Jason this, the bright beginnings of a squeak building up in your throat, but before you could utter a sound, a malicious cackle fills the humid air, rubbing against your eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. From your tear-filled eyes, you can see Jason grinning even wider than before, his face contorted in a mean, intimidating show of amusement.
“Hah! You should see the look on your face right now! You look fucking petrified! Come on baby, you know I’m just teasing, right? This many rounds is a lot, even for me. Not as much as it is for you clearly, but still…”
He chuckles again, and this time you can see the hand on your stomach inching downwards, slowly sliding towards your hard, leaking cock. Fuck, no, not again, seriously, how much torture is e planning on putting you through–
“I gotta admit though, it’s a little infuriating, seeing how pitiful you’re acting while I stand here, doing all the work for you.” Jason continues, his smile growing impossibly wide at the way your eyes widen before him. “I mean, what have you done all day, huh? I played a long, hard game of football. I carried the team to victory when nobody else could. I’ve been doing all the work here, making sure you get off time and time again. And here you are, laying on my bed and taking my cock like you deserve it, like you’ve done anything worthy of being rewarded! And you’re the one who’s tired! Tell me, what did you do today, huh? What did you do that left you in such a miserable state? It couldn’t be just me: There’s no way you’re pathetic enough to go comatose from some sex, right? So what did you do? Come on, what’d you do?”
As if in a spell of his own making, Jason picks up the pace, slamming into you at an unreal speed while you whine and moan into the sheets below. You can just barely make out the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, the wet squelching noise annunciated by the thick loads he had already shot deep into your ass. It mingled well with the combined sounds of your heavy breathing, only making your cock ache something fierce as it twitched against your stained stomach.
Jason didn’t seem to be focused on the sounds he was making though. You weren’t sure he was even paying attention to the sounds you were making. He was too busy glaring daggers into your soul, sweat dripping from his black hair as he pulled closer to your trembling body.
“Fuckin nothing, that’s what you did. If you didn’t feel so good…If I didn’t want my reward so badly… I would slip a cock ring on you and make you suck me off until I decided I’d had enough. At least then you’d be working for all I’m giving you. It wouldn’t be as much effort as I’ve put into today, not even close, but it would be better than nothing. But I can’t go back now, can I? So instead…”
Before you could react, Jason’s slow–moving hand suddenly shot out, grasping the head of your dick with leg-weakening strength. It wasn’t enough to be painful, not truly anyway, but it was enough to have you gasping for breath, your overstimulated cok throbbing desperately in his hand.
“...Yeah, this’ll work.” Jason nodded to himself, his smirk echoing in his voice. He kept his pace up all the while, determined to rearrange your insides while he tortured your poor, cum-strained member. “I’ll just have to keep fucking with this little thing instead. It’s not as good of a punishment as I would want, but it’ll do for now."
You whine, squirming erratically in Jason’s unyielding gasp. You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but it never ceased to amaze you how cruel he could be. “Fuck, Jason, I’m…I’m sensitive, please–”
But Jason wasn’t listening. Or if he was, he didn’t care. He was too busy moving his hand up and down your cock, teasing the head of it softly with the pad of his thumb. Unlike his thrusts, the movement was slow; deliberate. Almost gentle, if you didn’t know the extension behind his actions. “Come on babe. You’re gonna behave for me, right? After all the trouble you’ve caused me today? After the way you flirted with my teammates? Don’t you think you owe me that one little thing?”
For a moment, all the pleasure you're experiencing gets overtaken by an amused sort of annoyance, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. It had been four full rounds since you two had left the locker room, the fifth well under way, and he was still on about his teammates. No matter how you reassured him that you weren’t flirting with them, he wouldn’t drop the subject. But you had already told him you hadn’t done anything! You hadn’t even known they could hear you, cheering for Jason (and only Jason) from the stands. You knew he knew you hadn’t meant to do anything but show your support for him, so why was he still hung up on the whole ordeal? He was a jealous man, you had known that for a while, but seriously, couldn’t he just drop it, after what felt like so long?
You didn’t know. You weren’t sure he was capable of dropping it, not when you were concerned. All you knew is that if you wanted to cum anytime soon, you needed to keep your thoughts to yourself, safe from Jason’s judgemental stare.
Luckily, Jason doesn’t seem to notice the motion your eyes made, nor any twitches in your face that might have given your thoughts away. Or maybe he just attributed it to your increasingly painful pleasure. Either way, you weren’t planning on correcting him, not when he was already torturing you in the most delicious way possible. “Well? Can’t find your voice? Come on baby, you were able to squeak something out for me a minute ago. What changed?”
He gives your cock another vigorous squeeze, and you moan again, your voice scratchy and hoarse in your ears. “I didn’t–didn’t mean…Jason, you know–”
“Know what?” He squeezes again, this time dragging his thumb teasingly against your slit. The sensation almost has you keening, from pleasure or from the overwhelming sensitivity, you can’t be sure. “That you weren’t–hoy fuck, that felt good, keep moving your ass like that–that you weren’t trying to get their attention? You’ve made that pretty clear over the past couple hours. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t attract their attention, and as far as I care, that’s all that matters.”
“But…But I didn’t mean–”
Before you can get out your sentence, Jason surges forward, his teeth flashing briefly before they sink into the flesh on your shoulder. A second later, bright bursts of pain shoot through the nearby skin, the burn closest to where Jason’s teeth are resting. Just another thing you should be used to, after such a long night. You’re positive the mark Jason’s sure to leave behind will go nicely with the other bite marks he’s left on your skin throughout the night, as well as the hickeys and the scratches. Still, despite their frequency, you just couldn’t get fully desensitised to the pain, no matter how often Jason claimed you as his…
“What you meant doesn’t mean shit,” Jason mumbles around your skin, his jaw pinching your skin one last time before pulling away, leaving a new, reddened mark to shine in the glint of his saliva. You can almost feel the way his eyes bore into your shoulder, admiring the mark with proud, cocky eyes. “All that matters is the result. And the result was them mooning over you like you were a fresh piece of meat, free for the taking. But they’re wrong. You’re mine. My boy. You don’t belong to any of them, not while I’m still here to claim you. You know that. You know that. There’s no way you couldn’t. I’ve drilled it into you enough that even a dumb fuck like you could remember it!”
Suddenly, the hand around your cock speeds up, jerking you off at a shockingly fast pace. There’s no more squeezing, no more gentle caressing, no more tortuous teasing to leave you high and dry. But the change was almost worse: You had gotten so used to the sweet agony that the change was too much to bear, the new speed sending painful tingles of ecstasy through your rock-hard dick. It has you gasping where you lay, your voice cracking and your hands clawing desperately at the sheets crumpled below you.
“Jason! Fuck, too fast, I can’t…I’m gonna cum, I can’t–”
“Say it!” He interrupts, both his hand and his hips speeding up to what you think might be the fastest he can go. There was no more teasing amusement in his voice, no more pride in his cutting words. Only possessiveness, so thick you felt it could throttle the last of your quickly escaping breath from your throat. “Say you know it! Say you’re mine! Say you belong to me, and only to me! Come on, say it! Say it!”
“I’m…I’m yours…Fuck, Jason, I swear I’m only yours!” You whimper, slapping your right hand over your gaping mouth. Rough, strangled noises were pouring from your throat again, completely uncaring of any soreness that might have hindered them before. The intensely thunderous look on Jason’s face was enough to have you throbbing in his hand, on the verge of busting for the sixth time that day. Maybe it was unhealthy, but you loved how dominating Jason could be, especially when he let his jealousy dictate his actions. He never failed to bring you to your peak when he got like this, determined to prove he was all you would ever need. And he was. For all your whining, you couldn’t imagine anyone else making you feel as good as your boyfriend did, torturing your cock in the way you so desperately needed. Maybe his jealousy was unwarranted. But so what? As long as he kept slamming into you the way he was…as long as he kept stroking your cock so skillfully… “I know, and I’m yours! I don’t want anyone but you, please, I’m yours, you gotta believe me, I’m yours!”
Jason didn’t say anything for a moment. He just kept jerking you off, his balls slapping loudly against your ass as he pounded into your sore hole. Then slowly, very slowly, his infamous grin returned, teeth flashing menacingly in the light of his room.
“Don’t worry baby, I believe you. In fact, maybe I’ve been a bit too hard on you. Here, lay back and let me take care of you. After all, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t get you off? I’m not that shitty, you know?”
You let out another whine as Jason presses himself into you, leaning down until your chests are almost touching. It takes you a moment to realize that his free hand has placed itself in yours, but once you do, you waste no time in curling your fingers around his, holding on for dear life as you let your impending orgasm draw closer and closer to fruition. “Jason, fuck, it feels so good, keep–keep doing that–”
“I know baby, I know,” Jason murmurs, his voice unusually soft. You can’t tell if he’s trying to be condescending, but you don’t care. Everything feels too good to dwell on silly things, especially something as insignificant as his tone. Come on, let yourself go. I love seeing how good I make you feel. You make–fuck, with the way you’re squeezing me, you make me feel fucking fantastic. Let yourself cum in my hand. Come on, cum with me babe, cum with me–”
Jason’s pace suddenly becomes unsteady, his hips stuttering ever-so-slightly against your back. He’s close, and so are you. You can feel it in your groin, the familiar waves of pleasure, shooting through your nerves until you feel like you’ll burst, the tightening in your balls as you prepare to shoot your load onto your boyfriend–
“Damnit, Jason, I’m gonna cum, gonna make a mess–”
“I know,” he grunts, his own teeth gritted as he chases his own high. His lips hover just above yours, prepared to press down as soon as the right moment strikes. I’m gonna cum too. Gonna cum in that perfect little hole of yours. Just keep squeezing around me like that…Fuck, that’s it, that’s it, gonna cum, gonna fill you up, you’re mine, you hear me, you’re mine–”
You nod your head erratically, bucking into Jason’s hand as the last tell-tale pangs of pleasure creep through your cock, preparing it for the load it’s soon going to shoot in Jason’s warm hand. You’re on the edge of your own peak, and you refuse to let it be ruined, refuse to lose the pleasure Jason had been kind enough to give you, you need to cum, you need to cum now– “Fuck, fuck, mm gonna cum, I’m cumminmphhh!”
Your words become muffled as Jason finally presses his lips to yours, kissing you fast and rough as your cock twitches painfully in his hand. A moment later, you’re whining into his mouth uncontrollably, cum spurting pathetically from the tip of your cock as his hips bang into yours, still chasing his high as desperately as you had. It sent more jolts of pleasure up your spine, aiding you in riding out your orgasm as you drained yourself on Jason’s hand.
“Look at that,” Jason pants, briefly parting with you to look at the cum staining his hand. He almost seems proud, grinning down at the mess your spent cock made, the last drops you could spare dripping leisurely down his fingers. “Such a mess. Should’ve known, after how dirty you've made my bed. Gonna have to get you to clean that up later. Gonna make you–shit, hang on, gotta…gotta cum–”
Jason thrusts into you one final time before stilling dramatically, a loud, relieved groan leaving his lips. Despite how spent your ass is, you can still feel the warm, full sensation of his cum spilling into your hole, flooding your insides with yet another reminder of Jason’s hold on you. It looked like he had reached his high too. Hopefully his last for the night, after all the rounds you had endured. You weren’t sure if you could survive another one, pleasure or no pleasure.
Just as you had that thought, the hand around your dick began to stir again, slowly jerking up and down the shriveling organ. The cum seeping into his hold only made the motion smoother, sending painful jolts through your twitching thighs.
“Jason! Can’t…still too sensitive…”
The hand continues for a moment more, Jason’s tired eyes glinting with glee as you weakly moaned and twitched in his hold. He only stops when you try to place a halting hand on his, its movement shaky but urgent in its pace.
“Ok, ok. I gotcha. It’s too much for you’re pathetic dick, I get it. I still gotta pull out though, so prepare yourself for that. Hold on…”
Jason only gives you a second to breathe before he pulls out of your hole, his dick sliding out as easily as it had gone in. Almost immediately, the cum that had been trapped moments before began to leak out, pouring down your ass in sticky rivers of white. Both sensations had you shivering where you lay, your body breaking out into oversensitive goosebumps in the cold apartment air.
“There,” he breathes, slowly pulling away. Unlike how you feel, his movements are graceful and effortless, no indication of exhaustion on his face. The only abnormal thing about his body is the sweat coating his skin, still dripping from his dark hair with every other movement. Besides that, he looked no different than he had earlier, fresh off the field after his game. “I’m out. You need a break? Or are you ready for another round, as soon as you get hard again?”
Your breath catches in your throat, panic gathering in your gut. Another round? He didn’t mean it, did he? Surely he wasn’t…Surely he didn’t expect you to… “A…Another? You want…You want to go again?”
“Awe, you don’t wanna keep going? You too tired to keep it up? Come on, I thought you liked me more than that.” Jason smiles, his eyes gleaming harshly down at you. He looks ten feet tall standing above you like that, naked and panting in the soft glow of the lamp. “I was kidding babe. I know you’re too tired. To tell you the truth, so am I. All that exercise has got me beat. I’m satisfied for the night.”
With that, he turns around, no longer interested in you and your messy body. Instead, he heads for the nearby closet, opening the door and rummaging around for something inside. You think he might be looking for clean clothes to wear, but before you can ask him, a towel comes flying in your direction, landing square on your heaving chest.
“There. Clean yourself up once you have the energy. You look like a wreck. You smell like one too.”
A ripple of surprised annoyance shoots through you, the first genuine negative emotion you’d had all day. You’re so annoyed that you let the towel remain where it sits, lying heavy on your twitching stomach. “...What? That’s it? You’re just gonna make me wipe myself up?”
“...Yeah?” Jason turns to you, his eyebrows furrowed. You can’t tell if he’s faking his confusion or not, but the expression pisses you off, all the same. “What else would I do?”
“I don’t know, run us a bath, maybe? Wouldn’t that be more effective at cleaning me off? And you?”
Jason stares at you a moment longer, eyes trained intensely on you. Then, he slowly makes his way back to the bed, his footsteps hesitant as he comes to stand at the foot of his mattress. “...Ok. If you want, we can do that. I guess we made enough of a mess to warrant that. Here, grab my hand. You look like you’ll topple over if you try to get up yourself.”
He reaches out a hand for you to take, and you do, rolling your eyes as he helps pull you to your feet. You know the two of you didn’t do aftercare often, most of the time you both cuddled after sex until one of you fell asleep, but still, was he really that clueless? “...Thanks.”
“...No problem.” He waits until you steady yourself before setting off, leading you slowly to the nearby bathroom. He doesn’t look at you, nor does he say anything more. He just walks beside you, leading you into the bathroom before starting the bath with steady hands.
It’s not until the bath has been drawn and the two of you settle down into the warm water that he speaks again, his voice rough and hesitant in its tone.
“Did you mean it? When you said you belonged to me? You really don’t have eyes for anyone else?”
“Hmm?” You hum in confusion, shuffling closer to Jason’s body. Your head is lying on his chest, and you almost don’t hear his words over his heartbeat, consistent and lulling in your ear. The shock of his lackluster aftercare had worn off long ago. You were just happy to be near him, washing yourself off with more than just a measly towel. “Course I meant it. I meant it when I said I wasn’t trying to flirt with your teammates either. Who else would I wanna be with?”
Jason remained silent for a long time. The only noise you could hear was his continuous heartbeat, followed by the dull sloshing of water. It almost scared you when he finally grunted noncommittally, his arm slinging haphazardly over your naked back.
“...Nothin. Was just wondering if you really meant it when you said you were mine. Because you are. You’re mine. Always. Got it?”
You hum again, pressing a comforting kiss to your boyfriend’s chest. Him and his stupid jealousy. He really wasn’t going to let it go anytime soon, was he? “Got it. I’m yours, forever and always.”
A breath escapes Jason’s nose, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he uses his arm to pull you closer, bringing your head right under his upturned chin. It’s a nice position to be in. You feel close to him that way. Loved. Much more relaxed than you did earlier, when he was rearranging your guts. Not that you were upset. You enjoyed those moments too, when you were as in the mood as you were before.
You settle in, letting yourself get comfortable in your boyfriend's hold. You don’t see the possessive glint in his eyes as he looks down at you, his gaze never leaving your body. You don’t feel the strength behind his hold, ready to lock you next to him if you make one wrong move. All you feel is the warm water lapping at your body and the smooth skin resting against your own, warming you after such a long day. And you’re content with that. You’re with your boyfriend, who for all his rough edges, seems to care about you more than he lets on. You’re in a bath, warming up while cleaning the grime for your body. What else could you ask for?
Sighing contentedly, you nuzzle your nose in the junction of Jason’s throat, smile as he kisses your forehead, and let yourself drift into oblivion, your thoughts slipping slowly from your elated mind.
cw! ⪼18+ mdni dark/taboo kinks free-use degradation size difference bruising/impact play spit play breeding threats overstimulation denial legal punishment roleplay intricate bondage edge & ruin courtroom degradation cum feeding power imbalance possessive marking corruptionforced exhibition piss play blood marking shadow bondage cursed speech control somnophilia vore fantasy cum inflation fear play weapon play lite public risk all aged up pure filthy valentine’s chaos with chocolate mess, linked hands, wrapped legs, no escape
gojo satoru⋆.𐙚 ̊
❢ at near midnight he pins your wrists crossed above your head with linked fingers the second the clock hits 12, blindfolds you, drizzles hot chocolate on your belly then jerks a warm stream over the mess while holding your linked hands tight “happy valentine’s, baby marked inside and out”
❢ a morning edge he straddles you, interlocks both hands so your arms are stretched wide, teases your clit with cursed energy vibrations while making you hold your squirt, only lets you release when you’re sobbing and clenching, laughs as it soaks his cock mid-thrust
❢ a kitchen counter claim he lifts you up, legs locked around his waist, fingers laced behind your back, fucks you raw while feeding chocolate strawberries, then pulls out to cum on your belly and piss over the load “mixed dessert for my corrupted little slut”
❢ a public risk in the car he links fingers over the console, makes you edge yourself under your skirt with a cursed energy orb buzzing inside, whispers “if you cum before we get home i’ll make you squirt again in front of the next red light”
❢ a night finale missionary lock—hands interlocked above your head, legs hooked, infinity off so every thrust feels raw, overstimulates you until you squirt + piss (almost), then breeds deep while licking chocolate + fluids off your belly “gonna keep you leaking my everything all night”
itadori yuji ⏦ﾟ♡︎
❢ breakfast disaster: pulls you into his lap at the table, arms wrapped around your waist, fingers interlocked over your syrup-drenched belly, feeds you heart pancakes but gets so hard so fast he drools thick strings of chocolate-tinted spit onto your skin, laps it up while grinding up desperately
❢ park picnic frenzy: lays you back on the blanket hidden by tall grass, pins your linked hands above your head with one massive palm, drizzles melted chocolate across your exposed belly and lower, eats you out like it’s his last meal, tongue messy and uncoordinated, keeps going through your first orgasm, second, third until you’re shaking and overstimulated tears stream
❢ accidental threats: couch pile turns feral—he tangles your legs with his, links fingers behind his own neck so you’re locked to him, thrusts sloppy and fast, drools heavy on your neck/shoulder/collarbone when he’s close, blurts “gonna—gonna fill you up so much you’ll be round with my pups” then cums buckets, keeps rutting through his own overstimulation
❢ redemption worship: drops to his knees after, links fingers with yours while licking every drop of chocolate + cum + your slick off your belly/thighs, mumbles apologies between long stripes “sorry i got carried away… you just feel too perfect”
❢ cling end: stays plugged deep, rolls you face-to-face, legs scissored tight, fingers still tangled, face buried in your neck drooling softly while whispering “best valentine’s… i love ruining you and fixing you”
fushiguro megumi *.❤︎₊ ⊹
❢ dawn secret: you wake to him melting chocolate at 4am, he freezes then links your wrists with divine dog shadows that feel like cool silk chains, pins them above your head while drizzling warm chocolate in precise lines down your belly, tongues each stripe slow and deliberate
❢ park bench possession: pulls you sideways into his lap on a secluded bench, arms locked around your waist, fingers interlocked over your stomach under your shirt, lifts fabric just enough to bite the soft skin below your navel hard enough for tiny blood beads to well, licks them mixed with chocolate while shadows tighten around your thighs to keep you spread
❢ bed ritual: crosses your wrists with shadow bindings that pulse with his heartbeat, links real fingers through the ethereal chains, thrusts deep and slow while degrading in that low monotone “look at this pathetic dripping hole… clenching on nothing but shadows and my cock… disgusting how much you need it”
❢ denial edge: edges you for what feels like eternity, only lets you cum after you’re crying and babbling, then breeds deep while shadows nip at your inner thighs, leaves faint blood-tinged marks
❢ quiet cling: shadows fade but he keeps your real hands linked, licks every blood + chocolate spot clean with reverent swipes, pulls you flush chest-to-chest, legs tangled, mutters “you’re the only one i’d ever mark like this… don’t forget”
nanami kento ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ
❢ breakfast precision: links fingers across the table while feeding you chocolate-dipped strawberries, later binds your wrists/ankles/thighs in perfect red shibari ropes using his silk ties, drizzles warm chocolate syrup over the knots and your exposed belly
❢ massage ritual: oils the ropes and skin with slow, methodical strokes, teases your clit with gloved fingers for an hour, edges you to the brink repeatedly, ruins every single orgasm by pulling away at the last second “good girls learn patience, darling… even on valentine’s”
❢ missionary lock: hands interlocked through rope gaps, legs hooked over his arms so the ropes dig in deliciously, fucks steady and deep in his half-unbuttoned dress shirt, cums thick ropes across your bound belly to stain the expensive fabric permanently
❢ overstimulation punishment: after ruining you he keeps going, fingers curling inside while licking chocolate + cum off your skin, forces one more ruined release until you’re a shaking, crying mess
❢ bath aftercare: unties each knot with surgical precision, washes rope indents + chocolate + cum stains, fucks you gentle in the warm water with hands still linked “you took your corrections so beautifully… my perfect valentine”
kugisaki nobara ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹
❢ glam domination: links pinkies during mani-pedis then snaps to full grip, straps you spread-eagle to the bed with leather cuffs, drizzles chocolate in teasing patterns across your belly and tits, spanks your thighs/ass red while edging with a high-powered vibrator
❢ ride control: flips you to ride her strap reverse cowgirl, reaches around to link fingers over your chocolate-smeared belly, spanks harder with each bounce until your legs shake and you squirt messily onto the sheets and her thighs
❢ cleanup kink: after you collapse she makes you straddle her face, grips your linked hands tight while licking every drop of chocolate + squirt + her strap residue clean, growls “my filthy valentine fountain… don’t waste a single drop”
❢ mutual ruin: fingers each other with linked free hands, chocolate-coated nails digging in, kisses sloppy and biting until both of you are squirting and laughing through overstimulation
❢ polaroid cling: snaps close-ups of linked hands resting on ruined, sticky bellies, collapses tangled in each other, licking leftover sweetness off lips and skin
inumaki toge 𓂃۶ৎ
❢ cream + chocolate art: links your fingers tight while he writes “cum now” “piss” “swallow” in alternating chocolate and whipped cream across your belly, licks each letter off agonizingly slow, then whispers the commands to edge or force
❢ hoodie lock: fucks you deep in his oversized hoodie, links your hands behind his neck so you’re pressed flush, drips more chocolate on your belly mid-thrust, tongues it clean while you bite the collar to muffle screams
❢ speech chaining: mutters “don’t cum” on loop for denial, then chains “cum now” “cum again” until you’re squirting uncontrollably, uses “silent” to mute your moans so only whimpers escape
❢ cling end: cums with a muffled groan, stays plugged, fingers still tangled on your soaked, chocolate-ruined belly, draws tiny hearts with his thumb while humming soft ingredients meaning “mine forever”
choso ྐ❤︎
❢ body paint ritual: links fingers with yours while painting thick lines of chocolate mixed with drops of his cursed blood across your belly and thighs, licks slow and reverent, bites to add fresh blood “our blood belongs together”
❢ somno edge: waits until you drift off, slips in slow and deep while linking your sleeping hands with his, thrusts gentle at first then builds until you wake mid-orgasm, overstimulates with tears streaming down both faces
❢ desperate lock: legs wrapped impossibly tight, hands crushed together so hard it hurts, cums deep repeatedly, fingers every drop back in while whispering broken “gonna breed you… keep you full of me forever”
❢ tear worship: kisses every tear off your cheeks while still buried, licks blood + chocolate + cum off your belly, holds you like you’ll disappear
❢ protective cling: stays tangled all night, face smushed against your marked belly, mumbling “my everything… happy valentine’s”
ryomen sukuna ᥫ᭡。˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚
❢ grumpy entrance: kicks the door open with red roses and dark chocolate, links two of his hands over your head in an iron grip, drizzles chocolate then bites deep enough to draw steady blood, uses it as slick for his cocks
❢ four-hand lock: two hands pin your linked wrists, two spread your thighs wide, double-penetrates while mocking “gonna devour this tiny pathetic body whole… stretch you until you break”
❢ inflation + fear: cums so much your belly bloats slightly, presses down to make it leak while choking you lightly, smirks at the terror in your eyes “fear makes your holes clench so sweetly”
❢ rare soft cling: after wrecking you he licks most of the blood + chocolate + cum clean, pulls you against his chest with linked grip “don’t die on me yet, brat… i’m not done playing”
yuta okkotsu જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩
❢ shy corruption: links trembling fingers while feeding you handmade chocolates, drops melted piece on your belly, licks it off with tears in his eyes “rika’s watching… she says you’re mine”
❢ cursed energy hold: rika’s presence pins your limbs while real hands stay linked with yours, fucks deep and slow at first then snaps into rough, jealous thrusts “no one else touches you… ever”
❢ tear + overstim: edges until you’re sobbing, licks every tear off your face and belly while overstimulating with cursed energy pulses, breeds while whispering “cry for me… show me how much you love being ruined”
❢ cling end: collapses with head on your tear + chocolate + cum soaked belly, fingers tangled, mumbling “i love you so much it hurts… happy valentine’s”
maki zenin ۶ৎ⋆.𐙚 ̊
❢ sparring kink: during “training” she pins you to the mat, links hands above your head, traces a blunt cursed tool over your chocolate-smeared belly, licks rough while scratching long red lines down your sides
❢ from behind lock: flips you, reaches around to link fingers over your belly, fucks hard and fast, nails digging deeper scratches with each thrust “you’re mine to wreck… take it”
❢ soft after: traces every scratch and chocolate streak gently, kisses them, mutters “only you can handle me like this… my valentine”
hakari kinji 𝄞⋆.𑣲˚
❢ jackpot tease: wins big at the casino, links fingers in a dark hallway, edges you with fingers + chocolate rubbed into your clit under your skirt “if i lose the next hand you cum right here where anyone could see”
❢ wild ride: throws you onto the hotel bed, links hands above your head, fucks messy and fast until you squirt hard onto the chocolate mess, cheers “jackpot!!” like it’s his biggest win
❢ winner cling: wraps you up tight, kisses every sticky spot on your belly, laughs “you’re my luckiest charm… best valentine’s score ever”
todo aoi ᯓ𑣲
❢ loud arrival: bursts in with a giant chocolate heart, links hands screaming “you’re my perfect type!!” then smears chocolate across both your bellies while grinding his massive cock against you
❢ energetic mess: flips you through every position, links fingers tight so you can’t escape, praises nonstop “so tight—so wet—so perfect for me!!” while pounding deep
❢ multi-round claim: cums loud and proud, keeps going immediately, makes you take load after load until you’re leaking, stays plugged while linked “every valentine’s i’m claiming you like this forever!!”
toji fushigiro ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊
❢ midnight break-in: kicks your door open at 12:01 with a smirk and a half-melted chocolate bar he “found” in his pocket, no romance—just raw hunger, grabs your wrists and links your fingers behind your back with one massive scarred hand, shoves you against the wall
❢ immediate free-use claim: drizzles the warm chocolate down your belly and inner thighs, rubs it in rough with his palm while spitting thick strings onto the mess “happy fuckin’ valentine’s, doll—my personal cumrag doesn’t get days off”
❢ kitchen counter wreck: lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing, forces your legs wide and wrapped around his hips, links your hands above your head with his free one, spits on your clit then slams his thick cock in with zero prep beyond the chocolate slick, stretches you painfully wide “tiny cunt fighting me like always… pathetic how much you love it”
❢ spit & impact escalation: spits in your open mouth, on your tits, your belly, everywhere he can reach, slaps your thighs/ass/tits hard enough to leave deep red handprints blooming under the chocolate streaks, makes you thank him after each stinging smack “say it louder, slut—thank you for bruising me on valentine’s”
❢ breeding threats + overstimulation: rails you relentless, one hand linked with yours crushing together, other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, growls low “gonna stuff this greedy hole full… knock you up so you stop being such a brat” then edges you mercilessly—pulls out right when you’re about to cum, slaps your clit, repeats until you’re sobbing and begging
❢ night lock finale: flips you face-down on the bed, links your wrists behind your back with his belt, pounds from behind while spitting on your back and rubbing it into the chocolate mess, finally lets you cum but keeps going through your overstimulation, cums deep and thick, pulls out to watch it leak then fingers every drop back in mixed with spit “keep it plugged… you’re leaking my load all night like a good breeding toy”
❢ rare cling after: flops beside you heavy, one arm slung over your waist like dead weight, fingers loosely linked with yours on your bruised, chocolate + cum + spit-soaked belly, grunts “don’t get used to this soft shit… but happy valentine’s, brat” while his thumb strokes lazy circles over a fresh handprint bruise
higuruma hiromi ᡣ𐭩 ᡣ𐭩
❢ late-night “court” session: comes home from overtime still in his rumpled suit, tie loosened, briefcase dropped by the door, eyes tired but predatory, locks it and immediately declares “court is in session… valentine’s special edition. you’re the defendant tonight”
❢ courtroom setup: pushes you to your knees in the living room (his “courtroom”), links your wrists behind your back with his silk tie in perfect, practiced knots, drizzles expensive dark chocolate (the good kind he keeps hidden for “stress relief”) across your belly, tits, and thighs like presenting evidence
❢ roleplay cross-examination: paces slowly around you like he’s in the actual courthouse, one hand linked with your bound ones behind your back to keep you arched and exposed, other holding a rolled-up legal pad as a gavel, taps it rhythmically against your clit while listing your “crimes” in that low, exhausted monotone: “chronic neediness… failure to control this dripping cunt… aggravating overtime stress… how do you plead, guilty or very guilty?”
❢ edge & ruin sentencing: bends you over his desk (home office turned tribunal), links your tied wrists to the desk leg with another tie, edges you with precise, clinical fingers and slow tongue for what feels like hours of testimony, ruins every single orgasm by pulling away at the peak “the court finds you guilty… no release permitted until sentence is served”
❢ punishment execution: stands behind you, suit jacket still on, tie now gagging your mouth to muffle your whimpers, fucks you slow and punishingly deep, thrusts timed like objections “overruled… sustained… objection—your honor, she’s clenching too hard on the verdict” while slapping your ass red under the chocolate streaks
❢ verdict climax: after ruining you multiple times he finally allows release, breeds deep while growling “sentence: life imprisonment with my cock… appeal denied,” cums thick and hot inside, pulls out to watch it drip then scoops the mix of cum + chocolate + your slick and feeds it to you on his fingers “exhibit a: your guilty verdict… swallow the evidence”
❢ post-trial cling: unties each knot with careful, lawyer-precise fingers, rubs circulation back into your wrists and rope marks, pulls you into his lap on the office chair, links fingers with yours over your sticky, marked belly, kisses your temple softly while rocking you gently “case closed… verdict final. you’re mine”
❢ sleepy murmur: falls asleep still half-dressed in his suit, you curled against his chest, fingers tangled, chocolate remnants and rope indents on your skin like permanent evidence, whispers hoarsely “best damn valentine’s i’ve had in years… don’t tell the bar association”
𝓔𝓷𝓭ᰔᩚ
a/n some were more rushed then other but happy love day👀🗿nalasoskunkxoxo joe↓
