murder/threesome (dp)/knife play - stoner fratboys by day, slasher murderers by night - ghost face Toji and Sukuna go on a fun little killing spree for the Halloween party, and they start to kill everyone at the frat party but you. They already have a crush on you, dressed up like a little witch, so they decide to fuck you instead - along with their knives <3
pairings - ghostface toji & sukuna x bratty! reader
warnings - mdni- murder, serial killers Kuna and Toji, threesome, creampies, cum eating, cunnilingus, size kink (they're over 6'5) multi rounds, knifeplay, blood play, tw- dubcon, both of them being competitive and down bad, they kiss and act like it's an accident, dirty talk, breed kink, breathplay, praise, serial killer aftercare -5.4k
Part of my Kinktober yes I'm late again <3 enjoyyy
It was one of those college parties where you hardly knew anyone, a little out of place and being dragged along with one of your 'friends' if you could call her that. She was a sigma beta capa something, that just wasn't really your vibe. You were new to this college as a junior and didn't know anyone really.
Jumping at the chance to at least have a friend or a life really, you're currently sipping on a cup of stale jungle juice that burns your mouth on Halloween night, surrounded by a sea of dancing bodies in all sorts of costumes and varying stages of undress. Vodka soaked fruit in that red solo cup makes you wince as it hits your tongue, watching the girl who invited you grinding on a boy you liked.
You can't complain, it's not like you really had a chance with him. You smile and awkwardly talk to a few of the frat boys that come over and surround you curiously.
"Hah. Fresh meat."
You cringe at that, trying to make polite conversation but ultimately you decide to dip out, passing the two notorious frat leaders who stare at you. One set of crimson eyes and a mean smirk, mossy green eyes and a scarred lip quirked up- taller than everyone in the room by far, taking over.
You instantly recognize them, they are notorious after all -
Toji and Sukuna.
You heat up a bit at their study, about to rush out of the double doors to run from the overwhelming party and get a ride home. The stale scent beer and axe body spray mixes nauseatingly right along with vodka and cheap candy body spray â Too many people. Too much noise.
You should have known better than to come to a party like this, you have quarterly exams coming and you should be back in the dorm studying.
"Where ya goin' doll?" Toji asks, a drawl to his voice so lazy like his lidded gaze, drifting down your little witch costume. Basic, easy, some shit you had from a couple years ago, but suddenly you feel so exposed â the way he looks at you, how he grins.Â
"Not really my scene," you murmur softly, going to walk when a huge hand wraps your wrist, black nails and a tattoo design dancing across it.Â
"Should stick around a bit," he purrs those words between his plump lips, ruby eyes narrowed with sooty pink lashes. Toji throws back his drink and slips that Scream mask back on that was shoved up over his inky locks. âHave some fun.â
All the boys wanna be Matthew Lillard and Skeet Ulrich from the nineties of course. You suppose at least these two were sexy enough to pull it off, their white wifebeaters showcasing rippling muscles, both a foot taller than damn near everyone at the party. You see all the girls eyeing them and giggling, maybe you would if this was your thing.
Yet the moment you turn away, Toji leans down toward you, just like Sukuna does. "A witch? Fuckin basic little brat huh?" Sukuna makes you glare at his audacity.
"The fuck!?" You glare now at his fucking audacity, and Toji chuckles.
"Slutty lil witch, I like it," Toji's words are like a sickeningly sweet caress. "Ignore him. Should stay a while."
"Party is just getting started," Sukuna grins and slips his mask back on, you sigh then, looking around just a bit. "Want us to show you a good time?"
You blink a bit, sighing now. They are hot, and at least donât appear to be fuckboys, just dicks. Dicks that were so tall you had to arch your head back, and could throw anyone the fuck around.
Maybe Halloween could be some fun.
"I mean... I guess..."
That was the moment you really fucked up, when you later heard the scream shrill in your ears from where Sukuna had just casually walked. A girl slumps against him. You go to scream in horror - but a huge thick body is against your back, a big hand slammed on your mouth.
"Ready for the party?" You shake your head in a quick jerky motion as he holds you close, clamping that hand down harder even though the music is reverberating through the room, Sukuna pulls back after he eases her on the couch, silver knife coated in crimson.
Youâre going to die tonight.
The thought keeps racing like your pulse, mixing with the steady bass thrumming and vibrating underneath your platform heels. âAw, ya scared doll? Donât be, wonât hurt ya.â
Tears start streaming when Toji almost soothingly bruises your hair back, staring at you behind that mask now, making you sniffle and sob more. âYouâre killers!â
He laughs then, a deep chuckle and a snort. âLook at you, so smart,â he presses his cock against the small of your back. âMakes me harder, fuck I canât wait to get a taste of you.â
âTaste!?â Youâre horrified, wondering if they were fucking cannibals too, as you watch the bodies dancing underneath the flashing strobe lights that make you dizzy.
âWonât kill ya, Sukuna likes you too much,â Toji chuckles again, his big hands gripping around your rib cage, squeezing. âHeâs got it bad for ya.â
Sukuna, the giant fucking man that just killed someone apparently has some crush on you.
Great.
âI like you too, pretty witch,â Toji murmurs, while Sukuna slips through the crowd, his Ghostface mask tilted just a bit, walking over to one of the most pretentious fratboys, heâd grabbed your ass earlier and youâd smacked him. âAh, that guy there? Heâs not happy that he touched you. SoâŠâ
Sukuna stabs him so quickly youâd not notice if your eyes werenât locked in horror, the man whoâs notorious for being a pervert and a creep just slumping over, his white toga blooming with crimson. You feel sick to your stomach, as Sukuna guides him down gently, propping him against the wall like a passed-out drunk, letting him slowly slide down.
âEven so, what did that girl do to you all!?â You demand, hissing the words out and turning to Toji.
âShe was a mean little bitch, spoiled brat who spit on a homeless person,â you grimace then. âStill feel bad?â
âShe doesnât deserve to die, you psycho! Ah!â Tojiâs turned you now, pressing you against the wall in the darkness, where the lights donât reach, tip of his blade resting right between your collarbones in the hollow, looming huge over you.
âYou really like these pretentious little shits, doll?â You swallow nervously as he guides the blade down over the front of your dress. âAnswer, be a good girl and you get to be ours.â
âYours!?â You scoff now, he slices at the bodice, watching your tits bounce as he cuts the little ribbons there.
âFuck, just look at ya,â he moans softly, huge hand gripping a tit and squeezing, eliciting a whimper, when you hear a scream, tensing and trembling. Toji is unbothered, thumb brushing over a nipple, leaning over you now to whisper in your ear. âSukuna has a flair for the dramatics.â
Across the room, Sukuna catches a sorority girl's wrist as she stumbles, he twirls her playfully, mask gleaming under the blacklight as if he means to dance with her, while people start to find the bodies, running into each other. That girlâs screams are cut off when he slices her and she falls with a thud that is resounding in the room, even with the music.
Everyone starts running.
âShit, not gonna leave any for me?â Toji says, when Sukuna comes up toward you both, wiping his blade casually on his jeans and chuckling behind that mask.
âGo get what you can, some of âem are too fucked up to notice,â he comes to you now, even bigger hands gripping your shoulders. âIâll entertain our girl.â
âBetter not taste her first,â Toji mutters, off to start pinning down and killing who he can, red solo cups and shattered glass on the floor as everyone starts screaming and rushing out.
âThe cops are going to find you!â You hiss, shoving at the big man now, that ominous mask covering his crimson eyes. âWhy make me watch this, just go ahead and fucking kill me!â
âNot gonna kill you brat,â he murmurs, his blood soaked knife slipping underneath your jaw, tilting your chin up. âYouâre too pretty for that, just be good could you, slutty little witch,â
âGood!? You two are psychotic!â
Sukuna rests that cold silver blade along your collarbone and slices now, while you hear the screams go quiet, and ruby red blood drips down your skin slowly. Sukuna moans at the sight, thumb brushing it up, sliding your own blood against your lips. You wriggle now, shoving and trying to run, earning Sukunaâs predatory laugh.
âYouâre such a brat,â he muses softly, youâre running past bloody fallen bodies, wondering if youâre in a fucking nightmare, when Toji snatches you up.
âShh, shh, sâokay doll,â he takes off his mask now, inky locks falling over a slightly sweaty brow, cupping your face and eyeing your blood soaked lips. âWeâll take good care of ya.â
âNot like those fratboys,â Sukunaâs behind you suddenly, sandwiched between two men over six foot four, youâre small and helpless as they both press on either side of you, huge hands taking you over. âBet none of them could ever make you cum like I can.â
âIâll make her cum more,â Toji taunts, Sukunaâs glare is apparent when he shoves his mask back. âMake her squirt all over me.â
âIâll fill her with so much cum youâll be covered in it when I finally let you fuck her,â Sukuna says, he grins at Tojiâs scowl. Sukuna has watched and waited far too long for you, he cups your face now, thumb brushing your cheek almost reverently. âGet you nice and knocked up, then where will you go?â
âWonder whoâs kid itâll be,â Tojiâs words make Sukuna clearly harder, pressing you and kissing the blood on your lips, moaning. âI said lemme taste her first.â
Toji yanks Sukuna off you, kissing your lips instead, before Sukuna lifts you up, making you gasp out. âI said we wonât hurt you⊠much.â
Much!?
The two men carry you up the stairs into a room before you can process anything thatâs happening, shoving you right onto a huge bed that bounces underneath you. A blade slices your dress in half, the tear of cheap velvet loud in the room, for a frat room itâs pristine, you look around, searching for any sort of sign of who it belongs to.
âItâs my room, brat.â
âPsycho killers are stupid clean,â you mumble, they chuckle now, revealing your naked body aside from your panties and fishnets, moaning. âToying with me and making me think I have a chance, huh?â
âNah,â Toji murmurs, exhaling as Sukuna sits you up, tugging the split open dress off you. âWe really do like you.â
âMore than that,â Sukuna leans over you, a knife on your throat under your chin while Toji spreads your thighs, thumbs pressing into your hips. âYouâre gonna belong to us and only us.â
âWonât belong to shit - ah!â Your body betrays you as Toji leans down and laps against your panties, shooting pleasure where youâre already wet. âMnh, what are you doing?â
âAinât had your pretty cunt licked before? Tsk,â Toji clicks his tongue, doing the action again, soaking the thin black cotton as Sukuna cuts just a little nick against your thigh, letting the blade slice your skin. âOh fuckâŠâ
He goes to lap at the blood with his saliva coated taste buds, but Sukunaâs there first, tongue eagerly sucking on the coppery blood trailing across a white fishnet, staining it red. He rips the thin material so that several strands pop and snap, licking higher until his breath is almost brushing over your twitchy clit, Tojiâs tongue making the material soaked.
âMnhâŠâ
You wish that sound didnât come from your mouth, but it did, and they know it, reveling in it.
Sukuna leans back up and mouth crashes onto yours, tongue forcing past your lips, tasting like your own blood and whiskey, you donât want to like it, donât want to grip those clean, starch white sheets. You bite down hard on Sukunaâs blood red lips then, making him bleed and scowling.
âFuck you for cutting me,â you barely breathe the words out, pressing your thighs together just for Toji to shove them apart firmly. âNgh!â
Sukuna jerks back, blood welling on his lip in droplets, but the psycho just grins with white teeth glinting, before throwing his head back and laughing, those ghost face masks lying right beside you on the bed. "Fuck maybe I am in love.â
âYouâre a sociopath - you canât⊠f-fuckâŠâ Youâre trembling when Tojiâs fingers brush you underneath the flimsy material, eyes rolling back when a rough thumb traces your already soaked interest. âW-what are you doing?â
âGonna make sure we take real good care of ya,â Toji says, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of those panties now, yanking everything down in one brutal motion. His gaze locks onto your cunt then, as your breaths come faster, breasts rising and falling with the short little pants. "Pretty little fucking cunt, godâŠ"
Sukuna is spreading your thighs wide for Toji, but he leans over, breath ghosting your clit, pressing a little kiss as his fingers brush the wound he made, making you twitch in pain and pleasure. What rips from your throat is a moan though, and they both breathe out, hard and aching for you.
âCanât wait to taste it,â Toji says, entranced by the pretty cunt spread wide, he smirks up at you. âYou want it, donât ya?â
âFuck off,â you arch up though, if you had to die you suppose being eaten out for the first time by two arguably sexy psychos wasnât the worst way. âMight as well cum before you all kill me.â
âFuck I think I do love you,â Toji says, Sukuna chuckles now, when Toji licks a slow, filthy stripe up your core, tongue demanding and insistent, you whine out at it, Sukuna holds your hood up, tongue flicking your clit. âI said me first.â
âShut the fuck up Toji,â Sukuna nips at your clit, the cold steel of his knife still pressing against the fresh cut on your thigh, twisting just enough to make you sob, but your hands entangle in his pink locks, tugging.
âMmmâŠâ Youâre gasping and writhing underneath them, as they taste you together.
âTaste sâfucking good," Sukuna rasps out, dragging the blade upward so that it smears the blood dripping down your inner thigh. âCanât wait for my turn.â
âFuck yes she does,â Toji groans those words against you, the vibration shuddering through your core as Sukuna sucks your clit hard into his hot mouth, both men looking up at you as they worship your cunt.
Theyâre both moaning, and you realize then you could try to run, theyâre pussy drunk and distracted, even with a knife in each of their hands, theyâre just gently resting, cool on your overheated skin. Yet you donât, not when their hot tongues are fucking into you, touching each other as they swirl, a mix of your gossamer strands of slick and the blooming ruby of the blood theyâve licked.
âSo wet for us,â Sukuna taunts, as his fingers plunge inside, curling cruelly against your spongy spot in your gummy walls. He canât take how beautiful you look like this, back arched, eyes rolling back as your little hand yanks his hair. âSlutty little witch, did you like us killing all those rich little shits?â
âNo!?â Youâre choking on a cry â half of it pain, half unwanted pleasure, as Sukuna presses the weeping wound, smearing blood down your leg. âStop it, you asshole.â
âYou love it,â Sukuna murmurs, leaning back over to lap at the thin line he made. âShould carve my initials.â
âThe fuck you will - oh!â Sukunaâs fingers curl mean while Tojiâs tongue circles your clit, the wet lewd sounds echoing loudly in the room, as your hips betray you, rolling up for more of their mouths, their fingers.
âNah, Iâll carve mine,â Toji presses a kiss on your clit, chuckling. âSâfucking cute, look at it twitch.â
âNeedy little thing,â Sukuna and Toji both lick your clit, tips of their tongues touching as they rut their cocks against the bed, both ready to fuck into you. âStop fucking kissing me I swear to god, Toji.â
âHah, you like it,â Tojiâs earning Sukunaâs glare, lapping up some of your slick from his lips. âDonât wanna waste it.â
Sukuna shoves Toji out of the way, using his fingers to curl and stretch as Toji cuts your other thigh, tearing delicate skin. You scream out in pain again, blacking out nearly, dizzy from the blood dripping. But then he presses on it, bruising you over the slice, while Sukuna devours your cunt and causes more and more pressure to build in your core.
âYou like it, donât ya doll?â Toji leans over you now, gripping your chin while Sukuna slurps you up. âWanna be our pretty little toy?â
You shake your head, but when he kisses you again you kiss him back, tongue melding with his messy and needy, as your other yanks Sukunaâs head closer. They both moan simultaneously, Sukuna devouring you while Toji sinks his fingers into your thigh, making it hurt so bad it only makes the pleasure of Sukunaâs long pink tongue more intense.
âThatâs it, cum for us,â Toji murmurs, but you already are, screaming out and pulsing against Sukunaâs thick fingers, he moans as your arousal gushes all over his face, dripping down his chin, cunt spasming and sucking his two fingers deep.
âMade a fuckin mess,â Sukunaâs words are muffled, mouth full of your slick cum, he swallows it down and moans, both of them pulling back to see two identical lines on each thigh, along with your glistening cunt tinged with pink from the blood that theyâve mixed alongside you. âYou want us inside you, huh?â
You donât want to say yes, biting down on your lips as they both stand up, easing their jeans down and lifting off their shirts, until theyâre naked â heavy cocks just hanging there. Tojiâs is thicker and straighter, Sukunaâs is a little curved with a mean red tip drooling pre, they both stroke themselves as they watch you â ruby and emerald eyes lidded and heavy.
Youâre struggling to gather yourself as your cunt is still spasming, biting down on your lower lip now as they walk toward you, abdominals flexing. Sukunaâs tattooed everywhere, black lines running slutty across his body, even his cock has a black ring tattooed around it, enhancing every muscle and line.
Tojiâs got one tattoo only, wrapped around a thick bicep, but he has a smattering of black hair on his chest, narrowing to a V that trails down his flat, toned abdomen, leading under his belly button to nestle over his cock. Sukunaâs clean shaven, as if his slutty ass knows it makes his cock prettier, but thereâs a hint of pink stubble and a happy trail with it.
âWhy ask?â Your words make them pause. âYou donât ask if itâs cool to murder people, hmm?â
âStill wouldnât fuck you if you donât want it,â you laugh then at Sukuna, shaking your head. âCunt says yes, but do you want both our cocks inside you?â
âAnd what holes should we fill?â Toji asks now, as they walk toward where youâre up on your elbows, biting down on your lower lip.
âNeither of you is fucking my ass,â Toji pouts, Sukuna grins. âIâm dead serious.â
âWeâll get there one day,â Sukuna says, almost gently tilting your chin up, thumb brushing over your lower lip. âIâll train that tight little ass until you can take us.â
âYou wish,â you bite his thumb hard, but then suck on it, earning Sukunaâs catch of breath in his throat. âNot letting you in there.â
âFuck look at her,â he says in wonder, as Toji brushes your hair back. âSo needy. Who do you want to suck first, then?â
âI get a choice huh?â Youâre either delusional, dreaming, or on your last moments on earth, but you figure you should at least get railed by their cocks before you die. âIâll suck Toji first.â
Toji grins then, and Sukuna doesnât hesitate to flip you onto your stomach, the cool air hitting your exposed skin as he yanks your hips up.
âArch, brat.â
You do just that, on your hands that shake while Toji stands on the other side of the bed, his cock right in front of your face. He picks up the knife and uses it to tilt your chin up, while Sukunaâs hands spread your cheeks wide, you feel a string of his saliva dripping down, his thumb pressing against your asshole while his cock drags through your slick folds.
âNo ass play,â you glare back at this psychotic murderer, who smirks, his tip bumping your clit and making you gasp in pleasure. âMâserious.â
âCanât even take a fingertip, tch,â he listens though, instead using his hands to sink into your hips, Tojiâs tip against your open mouth when he slams into you without warning, the brutal stretch stealing your breath as he shoves it at least half way in, his ten inch cock twice the size of what youâre used to. âFucking so tight, feel youâŠâ
Tojiâs long fingers tangle in your hair, forcing your head up before it buries itself against the mattress, thighs sore from where they cut you, cunt struggling to take Sukunaâs thick invasion.
âOpen up, pretty girl,â Toji says softly, guiding his thick cock toward your lips and coating them in precum. You do listen, youâre not sure why, earning his satisfied moan. âThatâs it, listening sâgood doll.â
Youâre lost then, when Sukunaâs cock begins to move in your slick hole, trying its best to stretch for his veiny cock. Fuck you feel every single ridge, while your tongue tastes Tojiâs salty pre cum, his slight musky scent as he fucks into your mouth now, the knife almost gentle as it grazes your jaw line, careful not to cut your skin.
âWouldnât cut this pretty face,â his words are husky, gripping your hair tight with his free hand. âYa can take more down that slutty throat.
You open it up then, tears streaming down your cheeks, so pretty Tojiâs cock is already twitching, as Sukuna pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust jolting your body forward onto Tojiâs cock even deeper. Your muffled moans vibrate around Tojiâs length as Sukunaâs knife presses cold against your ass cheek, tracing a little heart pattern while his other hand takes over your waist.
âGod youâre fuckinâ perfect, slutty brat takinâ us like this?â Sukunaâs words sound drunk, he is drunk off you, high off the kills tonight, adrenaling coursing through his veins, while he keeps tracing that pattern, slamming his cock in your tight little hole. âMade fâme.â
âNah, sheâll take my cock better,â Toji taunts, slamming deep into your throat and making you gag and choke, he groans above you, hips stuttering as you hollow your cheeks and suck harder. His thumb swipes at the tears leaking from your eyes gently, exhaling. âThatâs it, doing sâgood for us.â
Who knew two serial killers would be better at foreplay and praise than any of the boys youâve fucked before?
Sukuna presses the cool stained knife against the dimple on the bottom of your back, making you arch and cry out around Toji. âJust gonna make a cute heart here, yeah? Mark you as ours.â
âAll ours.â
They both fuck into you, Toji down your throat stretching it, while Sukunaâs reddened leaky tip bruises your cervix. The room fills with filthy sounds, the slapping of Sukunaâs heavy balls on your neglected clit mingling with the suction of your head bobbing on Tojiâs straight, thick cock.
Sukunaâs damn near whimpering â yeah, a serial killer psycho is whimpering inside your cunt â while Toji is muttering your name like itâs a fucking mantra. Sukuna carves a cute little heart on your flesh, and smears the blood so itâs bright red as he sinks in deep, bottoming out until thereâs nothing left to go, pain and pleasure making you lost.
Your eyes roll back in your skull, about to shatter when Sukuna shoves his thick cock in deep and rolls his hips just so, brushing your hair back and tugging it into a pony tail now, pricking pain into your scalp that makes your eyes cry more. âThatâs it, cum like the little slut you are.â
You want to tell them to fuck off, but Sukuna between your sticky walls that are pulsing is too much, him pressing into your cervix while Toji shoves his cock so deep you canât breathe has you falling apart. You shatter and gush down Sukunaâs length, earning his groan of satisfaction, while Toji holds your nose closed, cutting off all your oxygen, fucking your throat harder.
Youâre unable to breathe, just squirting and spasming, whining out and milking Sukunaâs cock. âThatâs it, f-fuck⊠gonna fuck a baby into you here, huh? Then where the fuck will you go?â
âNah, Iâll get that baby in her first,â Toji pulls back before he cums, letting you breathe greedy gulps of air, tilting your chin up as you scream out, clinging to his thighs so hard you leave bloody marks. âHeâs prepping you fâme, hah.â
âYou know my cock is bigger â f-fuckâŠâ Sukuna busts his load deep inside your pretty hole now, all abused and stretched already, letting her milk him for all heâs worth with your aftershocks. âOh my fuck, gonna fill you up every day, huh slutty little brat? Wanna be our perfect cocksleeve, our fuck toy to cum in?â
âY-yes,â you hate that you say it, but theyâre loving it, kissing on you now, Sukuna pumping his cock a couple more times and pulling you up, cupping you under your chin and kissing you. âMnh!â
âPerfect, pretty little slut,â Sukuna whispers, easing out finally and standing, Toji takes his place so quickly youâre dizzy, Sukunaâs knife pressing on your fluttering pulse. âOpen.â
You do just that, letting him spit in your wide open mouth as Toji lines up his cock with your entrance, groaning as Sukunaâs white cum is gushing out. He scoops some of it then, sucking it off his thick fingers. âWasting all that, gonna have to fuck it back into you, give you more, huh?â
âP-please,â you canât believe youâre begging, but you want Tojiâs cock inside you, Sukuna smirks all pleased, brushing your hair back gently, red eyes lidded. âNgh⊠T-TojiâŠâ
âYouâre perfect, fuckinâ knew it,â Sukunaâs praising you more, as Toji uses Sukunaâs cum and your creamy arousal to easily sink his thicker cock inside your abused walls. It hurts, his hands bruising, but youâre just greedily taking it, arching for more, uncaring of the fact that thereâs a fucking massacre down stairs. âGreedy little slut, how damaged are you?â
âShut up and give me your cock,â Sukuna moans at that, brows drawing together as he looks down at you with damn near heart eyes.
âTalking shit to me? Ainât ya scared, brat?â He murmurs, but heâs stroking his slick cock that glitters with your slick and his white sticky ropes, already almost fully hard again. âI like that, no sense of self preservation.â
âPerfect,â Tojiâs lost now, leaning over you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pumps your pussy, slamming your cervix. âF-fuck, so wet and messy, ya want more cum in this slutty hole, donât ya?â
You nod helplessly now, as Sukunaâs lengthy tattooed cock is brushing your lips, and Tojiâs pulling your hair back for you, guiding you and hungrily watching your lips dance around Sukunaâs tip while your cunt grips him. He laps a stripe up the vein in your neck with his filthy tongue, biting it again as you gasp out, letting Sukunaâs cock shove into your mouth.
Tojiâs choking your throat and feeling Sukunaâs bulge move underneath it with every stroke as Tojiâs cock makes your tummy bulge, your hands shakily clinging to the sheets as they ruin you. Rocking back and forth, messy streaks of Sukunaâs cum pouring down your thighs that have dried blood falling down the backs of them, your own arousal making it slippery, messy.
âFuck, sheâs so greedy,â Tojiâs pressing against your throat now. âLook how good she sucks, how good she takes it.â
Sukunaâs lost in how pretty your eyes are dilated, reddened and swollen from tears, drool and snot even leaking as he fucks his huge cock into the back of your throat, as Toji slams his cock harder. Fully inside, his balls slapping as he tugs your throat harder, beating your little cunt up.
They use you fully, both of them like you are just a toy for two psycho killers, Toji soon busting deep and groaning out at how good you feel, shaking as heat floods you and pushes you again. Youâre screaming out as they both start kissing on you, you thought Sukuna might cum inside your throat but he yanks you off Tojiâs cock, slamming you back down again on his cock.
Youâre sweaty and messy, covered in their cum thatâs leaking out on both their cocks as they take their turns tugging you and pulling you, kissing on you and cutting another heart into the other dimple on your back. Youâre cumming and shattering until youâre exhausted and weak, theyâre soothing you soon, rocking both their cocks against you, Tojiâs against your entrance, Sukunaâs against your clit.
Youâre delirious as they grin at you, shaky and weak. âGonna keep our secret, hmm?â Sukuna asks softly. âI want you to keep that tongue in your mouth.â
You should be terrified at such a statement, but you just nod and snuggle against his neck, making him ache more for you, as your messy pussy full of their cum pours on their laps. Toji is kissing across your bare shoulders, humming softly, brushing against your skin.
âSheâll keep our secret, I know sheâs a good girl.â
âWe need to go,â Sukuna says then, and you hear distant sirens. âYouâre coming with us.â
âMmkay,â youâre adorable they muse, bruised and cut and fucked out, so precious when they both clean you up and dress you in one of Sukunaâs big shirts carefully. Sukuna cradles you against him while Toji gives you a little kiss on the forehead. âSleepy.â
âFuck she is so cute,â Sukuna says later, as youâre snoring in the back of their car, and Toji is holding you against him, stroking your hair. âI think I really fucking like her, Toji.â
âWell so do I,â Sukuna glares in the rearview mirror now. âI do like her! More than you!â
âNo you donât and I liked her first!â
âShe moaned my name, you know, not yours.â Toji grins.
âI swear Iâll fucking stab you in your sleep Toji.â
âNah, you love me too much,â Sukuna rolls his eyes, seeing your cute little sleeping form and smiling again, sighing. âLook at her, she likes us.â
You snuggle in his lap, and they canât wait to see just who knocks you up first, they are a little competitive after all.
a string of murders haunts your city, and when the masked man whoâs been calling finally comes for you, he doesnât want your life, he wants your body*. â 1.5k words
cw: smut. fem!reader. home invasion. stalking. obsession. dubcon. oral (fem!receiving). fear play. mask stays on. piv. unprotected sex. light choking. praise and degradation. knife use (no blood tho). forced restraint. creampie. no safeword. cursing.
a/n: idk how to feel about this one, i just needed to do something about ghostface!simon. remember english isn't my first language!
it starts with a phone call.
it's late, past midnight. you're half-asleep on the couch, phone slipping from your hand when it buzzes with a number you donât recognize.
you answer anyway.
ââŠhello?â
at first, thereâs silence. a static crackle.
then a voice, low, distorted, mechanical, scrapes into your ear like gravel over a speaker.
âyou sound sweet when youâre tired.â
you blink, pulse stuttering. âwhat?â
âmmm. I like it when you sound confused.â
you sit up. âwho the fuck is this?â
âwrong number,â the voice hums. âor maybe not.â
the call ends.
you stare at your screen. brow furrowed. a wrong number prank? a friend fucking with you?
you forget about it. for a while.
until the next night, and the one after that.
the calls keep coming.
every night around midnight.
always a different number. always that voice.
distorted. controlled. but always watching.
he never says your name, but you can tell he knows it. he makes references, to the show youâre watching, to what youâre wearing.
âthat blanketâs not hiding much, is it?â
âI liked the red set you wore last night better.â
âdo you always keep your hand under the waistband that long before you touch yourself?â
you try not to react. try not to let him know heâs scaring you. but your body gives you away.
he comments on that, too.
âyou breathe faster when youâre scared.â
âI bet youâre wet now. donât lie.â
âscared and turned on. my favorite combination.â
you call the police.
you file a report. they log it, tell you not to worry. âprobably a prank,â they say. âdonât engage. donât answer.â
you block every number. he always finds a new one.
your friends tell you to stay somewhere else. you refuse. youâre not going to be chased out of your own home.
but deep down, you know.
youâre not being pranked.
youâre being hunted.
then the murders start.
not far.
the first is downtown. a woman stabbed in her apartment. no signs of forced entry.
the second is just a mile away. a couple killed in their sleep. no witnesses. no suspects.
the media goes feral. ânew wave of ghostface copycats,â they say. âmodernized. smarter. crueler.â
and you start keeping a knife under your pillow.
the night it happens, youâre in bed. half-asleep. wearing nothing but one of your oversized tees and a thin pair of underwear.
itâs hot. the windows are cracked.
the air is quiet. dead quiet.
and then your phone buzzes.
unknown number.
you answer it without thinking. habit.
â...hello?â
you donât even get a word from him this time. just breathing.
long. slow. controlled.
you sit up.
ââŠwhat do you want?â
the silence stretches.
âI want to fuck you.â
you freeze.
âI had other plans for you,â he says. âbut youâve been such a good girl. so obedient. answering every night. letting me listen to those soft little moans when you thought no one was watching.â
your skin prickles.
âand now⊠I want something else.â
you hang up.
you reach for the knife.
you donât make it.
âcause heâs already in the room.
you scream. loud. raw.
a gloved hand clamps over your mouth.
you thrashâkick, elbow, twistâbut heâs huge. towering. broad. and strong enough to make it look easy.
youâre pinned flat on the bed in seconds, wrists trapped above your head. and that mask stares down at you.
ghostface.
except not the flimsy halloween kind. this oneâs reinforced. tactical. matte black and bone-white, custom-carved. sharp edges. dark eyes.
his voice is even more distorted in person.
âeven prettier up close.â
he lets go of your mouth just long enough for you to gasp, and for his other hand to catch your throat and squeeze. not hard. just enough to silence you.
âshhh. I don't want to hurt you⊠not unless you make me.â
youâre shaking. trying to scream again, but your breath wonât come.
he leans down.
âdonât worry, sweetheart. youâll like itâeventually.â
he lets go of your neck.
you try to bolt.
he catches you by the ankle and drags you back up the bed like itâs nothing. like you weigh nothing.
you scream again. he pins you harder.
you hear the click of a knife unsheathing, then cold steel touches your cheek.
he doesnât cut, just traces.
âso soft,â he murmurs.
the blade trails lower. down your jaw. your throat. between your breasts.
your chest heaves. your body shakes. but you donât fight, not anymore.
youâre too scared.
too still.
too wet.
and he notices.
âalready soaked?â he hums. âknew youâd be a little slut under all that attitude. so fucking ready to be taken.â
he cuts your shirt off.
just slices down the middle.
the fabric falls open. your nipples harden in the cold air.
you make a sound, something between a whimper and a sob.
âlook at that. so shy now.â
he kneels between your legs.
you try to kick him again, and this time he laughs.
âcute.â
then he grabs your panties and rips them down.
âplease,â you whisper.
you donât even know what youâre asking for.
âyou want me to stop?â his head tilts. âsay it, and I will.â
you open your mouth.
nothing comes out.
youâre terrified. shaking. but thereâs heat spreading fast between your legs. a pulse thudding low in your belly. your cunt is soaked and clenching for something you donât want to name.
he sees it all.
âdidnât think so.â
his gloves come off.
his bare fingers are warm where they slide between your thighs and spread your folds open.
you choke on a sob.
âfuck,â he breathes. âyouâre dripping.â
he leans in. presses the mask to your inner thigh. inhales.
âyou smell like heaven. no wonder i couldnât stay away.â
his mouth is on you so fast you barely have time to process it.
you cry out.
itâs wet, hot, overwhelmingâhis tongue flat and greedy, licking up your slit with filthy groans that vibrate into your bones.
he eats like a man starved. hands locked on your thighs, holding you open.
he doesn't stop when you shake.
doesnât stop when you plead.
he licks and sucks until youâre crying and coming and trying to crawl away.
but he doesn't let you.
he just growls, âwhere do you think youâre going?â and buries two fingers inside you.
you arch off the bed with a sob.
âso fucking tight.â
âyour pussyâs perfect. fuck.â
he curls his fingers, finding your sweet spot instantly.
you scream.
âlouder.â
he adds a third and makes you come again.
harder.but you canât stop it.
youâre sobbing, trembling, breaking, and he loves it.
âthatâs it. let me see you fall apart.â
he pulls back just enough to press a gloved hand to your throat again.
âone more.â
âgonna make you gush for me.â
you do.
you come a third time with a scream that rips through your throat, soaking his hand, your sheets, everything.
you canât think. you canât breathe.
and then you feel it.
his big, meaty cock pressing to your entrance.
âready for me, pretty girl?â
you shake your head. ân-no, Iââ
âthatâs not a noâthatâs a scared yes.â
he pushes in.
all the way.
slow. deliberate. huge.
you sob. youâre so full it aches.
âtightest cunt iâve ever felt,â he groans. âfuck, I was gonna gut you, you know? slice you open and watch the light leave your eyes... but then I thought, why waste something so fuckable?ââ
he starts to move.
and you break.
you lose track after the fifth orgasm.
you cry. you beg. you come. you plead again.
he doesn't stop.
he fucks you like he owns you.
whispers praise and filth in your ear.
âsuch a good girl.â
âso pretty when you cry.â
âyou were made for this.â
âmade for me.â
you donât know whatâs worse, the pain or the pleasure.
he presses his mask to yours. kisses you through it. you moan into the hard plastic, delirious, ruined.
âI was going to kill you,â he murmurs. âbut i think iâll keep you instead.â
when he finally comes, itâs inside you.
he groans like an animal. burying himself deep. holding you still.
âmine.â
he doesnât pull out right away. just lies there. heavy. breathing hard.
then finally, he gets up. adjusts the mask.
you lie there. trembling. legs spread. slick everywhere.
dazed, ruined and empty.
he tucks himself away, leans over you one last time.
âyouâll see me again.â
you blink. your lips part. âw-what?â
he strokes your cheek through the glove.
âyouâre mine now.â
he disappears into the dark.
the next morning, you wake up alone.
the front doorâs locked. windows shut.
your knife, once hidden, is nowhere to be found.
there are no signs he was ever here except for the ache between your legs, the bruises on your hips and the cum dripping from your thighs.
your phone buzzes.
unknown number.
you answer it with trembling fingers.
a voice, low, amused, filters through the speaker.
âmiss me yet, sweetheart?â
you don't answer.
you just lie back on the bed, eyes wide and your pulse racing.
â„ he likes it rough / catching you trying to escape / playing with your pussy / helping you after walking in on you using your toy / ghostface x2 / spanking your cute ass~ / cutting your panties off / partners in crime / red lights / fucking your thighs
Ë˰âą*ââ·... â„ PATRICK BATEMAN:
â„ helping him out at work / certified munch / filming you / drilling you deep / (dat ass doe) / watching you in the mirror / using you like a toy / spanking you raw / doggy ft. your plushies / choking you
Ë˰âą*ââ·... â„ HANNIBAL LECTOR:
â„ waking up together / hanging you up / fingering your pretty pussy / using his belt / eye contact + eating you out / maneuvering you like a doll / tying your hands behind your back / riding his foot / pussy spanking / clothed
Ë˰âą*ââ·... â„ BUBBA SAWYER:
â„ teasing his cock / belly bulge / his eager hips / breeding you over and over / maaajor mating press / throat-fucking / fucking you from underneath / he's so strong~ / tits = oral fixation / chased you down in the woods
ft: threesomes, manipulation, sloppy seconds (idk the term for it lol)
w/c: 1.5k
SADESLUVR'S KINKTOBER '25
âYou asshole. You got that far without me?âÂ
The slurring of Stuâs words made you sick to your stomach. There he was, all of six-foot-something, eyes gleaming as he crossed the threshold into the bedroom, virtually trapping you between the pair.Â
âShut up Stu,â Billy hissed. âThis was never about you.âÂ
âUh, thatâs not what you said to me earlier, dude,â Stu said matter-of-factly, his voice so flippant that it was practically mocking. âStop trying to be mysteriousâŠâÂ
The blonde briefly glanced over at you.Â
âYou made her cum yet?âÂ
âFuck you!â You yelled, nostrils flared as you pulled the discarded robe tighter around your body. With blurry eyes it was impossible to look at either of them, not to mention the inherent rage and embarrassment in spurring over into your speech. Â
âH-How could you do this to me?âÂ
âShh...â Billy cooed, snaking his hand around your waist. âI havenât done anything, youâre not thinking straight ââÂ
ââYou said he was dead.âÂ
âWrong answer,â Stu announced, raising a finger as if he were in class, and began to make his way around your bed to join where you were stood. âOlâ Billy-boy here mustâve been confused. I went out of town for some family thing. The first thing I wanted to do when I came back was check up on youâŠâ he drawled, a toothy grin across his lips as he poked your nose.Â
ââŠAnd make sure that our friends were all still dead.âÂ
Whilst a smile tugged at Billyâs lips, Stuâs raucous laughter was enough to make your blood run cold. Mentally, you kicked yourself, wondering just how it had been for you to have missed this; agonising on why they had such vendetta against Randy, Sidney and TatumâŠyet also in complete denial about the fact that theyâd go through all of this just to have you.Â
Your lungs felt as if they were on borrowed time, your chokes drawing the pairs attention to you. Billyâs hand was still around your waist, whilst Stu had found his position on the bed, wide eyes staring up at you both expectedly. The brunette was holding you up, pressing your back into his chest as he did.Â
He was still erect.Â
Stu pouted, eyes dancing over your form.Â
âI bet you wish you were dead, huh? Better yet, the both of us,âÂ
Flashing Stu a knowing glare, he chuckled.Â
âThatâs not very nice, doll. I certainly donât wish you were dead right nowâŠâÂ
His hands snaked their way up your bare thighs, to which you flinched. Billy tutted at your reaction and flashed the blonde another knowing stare.Â
âAw, Stu. You gotta be patient with herâŠTreat her nice.âÂ
âYeah, I bet you know all about patience Mr Prescott,â he teased. âIâve got blue balls just sitting here.âÂ
âYou want Stu, donât you?â Billy hummed, nuzzling his head into your neck. âI know Tatum used to talk about he good he was all the timeâŠâÂ
ââSure was,â he interjects, lithe fingers creeping towards your exposed sex. He stroked along your raw folds, wet and sensitive from Billyâs touch as he traced the hood of your clit with his middle finger, causing you to let out an accidental moan.Â
You hated that it felt good. Much more that they got to enjoy this. Â
âYou hear that, Billy? She likes me.â Stu says with glee, lazily palming himself through his trousers as he stood up, walking to the foot of the bed. âHowâre we gonna do this?âÂ
You ended up straddled on Billyâs lap, with Stu stood to your right. He hastily freed his cock from his trousers; it was long, a fresh pink colour and throbbing, jutting right out towards your lips. Â
Pushing at your robe, Stu groped your tits the moment the fabric hit the floor, large hands cupping the mound and tugging at your nipples. Â
He latched onto them, hungry, evoking a gasp as he unexpectedly used teeth, nibbling on the nub. Meanwhile, Billy adjusted himself under you, preparing to finish what heâd rightfully started. Â
Your thighs twitched as the brunette rubbed his tip along your folds, anticipating his re-entry, and suddenly you felt panic in once more.Â
âB-BillyâŠâ you stammered, voice muffled as Stuâs fingertips danced across your lips, threatening to stick them in your mouth. âI canât, Iâve never done this ââÂ
âYouâll be fine,â he said, though it wasnât very reassuring (or convincing). âStu and I will take care of you, remember?âÂ
His fingers gripped around your hips as he spoke, slowly pulling you down onto his cock. Even though heâd been inside you no less than five minutes ago, this position felt different; thighs aching as he stretched you open perfectly. Â
âOpen wideâŠâ Stu teased, squishing your cheeks together as he held you to the head of his cock, coating your lips in the sheer gloss of his pre-cum. He was bigger than Billy, and the fear of not being able to handle him was quickly replaced with a sickly sense of pride when he let out a large groan upon sliding his cock in your mouth.Â
âFuck â Your mouth feels amazingâŠâ he moaned, slowly beginning to roll his hips, the first couple of inches of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, sticky puckering sounds as it did. Billy rolled his hips too; only fucking up into your pussy at a leisurely place, giving you time to adjust. You grabbed onto the sides of Stuâs body to stabilise yourself, giving Stu leverage to pump further into you with each stroke.Â
Saliva began to pool around the edges of your mouth as he thrust faster, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Withdrawing momentarily, he watched in admiration as you spluttered.Â
âSorry doll,â Stu said, voice thick with lust. âI guess I got too excited. I canât help it. Here --âÂ
In a swift motion he leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss to your lips, making sure his tongue explored every inch of your mouth before he reinserted his cock, this time with shallower thrusts. Taking your hand, he placed it around the exposed base, guiding it along his shaft as you jerked him off into your mouth.Â
Throwing his head back in pleasure, the blonde let out a deep, dragged-out sigh.Â
âHowâs she feeling back there, Billy?âÂ
âFucking good,â he replies between clenched teeth, fingers digging into the fat on your hips as his bare cock dug up into your holds. The sounds and the image were beyond pornographic; slurping and skin-on-skin slapping of Billyâs thighs onto your own, all the while you were being stretched out from end to end oh-so perfectly.Â
The virgin, being defiled by the Woodsboro killers, the partners of your friends. You hated it â they'd won, and youâd never be able to look at yourself the same â and yet, deep within your core (perhaps the spot where Billyâs cock seemed to hit with every thrust) there was a sense of prideâŠand ultimately lust. Â
Stuâs large hands found their way back to your tits, eliciting a loud, unbridled moan. Youâd been so caught up in your euphoria that you hadnât realised you were grinding against Billyâs pelvis, desperate cunt eager to swallow his dick up. Â
His thrusts had since grown sloppy, and whilst he wasnât nearly as loud as Stu you could hear him muttering under his breath. Â
âRandyâs girl was nothing but a dirty whore, huh? I knew you were all the sameâŠâÂ
It wasnât long before he came; hair messy and pink lips parted as he spilled into you, excess cum running down his fleshy shaft and pooling at his balls. His cock twitched, savouring the warmth inside you â but you werenât ready to come undone just yet.Â
Meanwhile, youâd found a strange kind of rhythm to sucking Stuâs dick, managing to take him further than before. Heâd loosened his grip on your face, letting you take the reins, even whining as you licked a prominent vein on his underside. Â
âFuck, Billy did you just fucking creampie her?â Stu says, practically bouncing. Billy raised his eyebrows in response, pushing back his brown locks from his face with one hand. âSheâs getting good at this blowjob thing, but you gotta let me at itâŠâÂ
Raising your hips just enough for Billy to pull out, Stu wastes no time in rearranging you on all fours. Weak; you grip the sheets of your bed, your full, hot pussy exposed to the cool airâŠonly to be stuffed by Stuâs lengthy girth. Â
Itâs an unholy concoction of fluids â your spit, Billyâs orgasm and Stuâs precum, squelching and lubricating the blondeâs cock as he drills you.Â
Soon, youâre beyond finding the words, eyes shut and mouth open as you bury your face in your pillowsâŠonly to be pulled up by Billyâs hand on the back of your neck.Â
âShit â Your pussy might be better than TatumâsâŠâÂ
âDonât get all shy on us nowâŠâ Billy cooed. âTell us how much better we are than Randy could ever be.âÂ
You couldnât. You wouldnât. You loved him, dearly - just like youâd loved all your friends. Â
But if you had loved Randy as much as you claimed, then you wouldnât have been clenching around Stuâs shaft, legs shaking as you neared your orgasm.Â
If you loved Randy, why did you have such a deep pleasure fucking the boys who tormented him?Â
Randy was dead, and nothing really mattered now.Â
That was why you spent the rest of the night screaming their names and not his.Â
Men who look like they havenât felt the touch of a woman. (they havenât) They develop a crush on you. Men who look at you with doe eyes, ready to please. Men who will do anything if you asked. Men who shiver when you whisper in their ear. It can be anything, but the feeling of you getting closeâ fuck theyâre goners. Men who imagine you in ungodly ways, all of this new to them. Men who are on the verge of crying because they are so sexually frustrated.
Men who still canât believe how someone like them (shy, submissive, a stuttering mess) managed to pull someone as confident and bold as you.
Men who whimper when you finally touch them. Guttural grunts and moans, whines and whimpersâ all a part of the melody they let out just for you. Men who look up at you with expectant eyes, wantingâno needing you to praise them. Weâve already established that they love your voice, so throw in a âgood boyâ or âyou did so good babyâ and their brain stops functioning.
I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. đđđ
Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER
Ghostfaceâs knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.
âOh God! Oh Godâhnngh, right there!â
He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.
âYeah? Right here?â You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.
Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.
It hurt. Hurt so good.
Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force thatâll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.
It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. Heâs so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself rightâ
Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.
âSo fuckinâ good for meâah, just like that.â
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âKnees, now.â
His baritone sharp tone bounced off the darkly colored walls of the room. His body language reflecting his tone, he rested leisurely on the chair that faced you. Broad muscular arms rested on either side of the chairâs borders.
His entire being illuminated dominance, and supremacy. Whatever he says, goes, and he knows it.
Blinking at his words, his face shifts to an expression of disappointment that has your body immediately dropping to its knees. You shifted uncomfortably at the feeling of the cool wood of the floors contacting the soft skin of your knees, the ground harsh against your bones.
It felt almost like a chemical reaction to his disappointment, wanting to do whatever you could to please him. A nearly inconceivable shift of slight praise drifted across his features, before quickly stoning back into his default of disapproval.
âWhat do you say?â He asked with a mere tilt of his head, like you should be embarrassed to have forgotten it.
âYes sirâ you mutter quickly, maintaining eye contact with the man ahead of you. A pleased sound leaves him, drawing a rush of arousal to your underwear.
âAsk for what you want.â He spoke, with his voice slick like honey.
You swallow before responding, embarrassment, arousal, and thrill all coursing from your toes to your finger tips. âI want to suck your cock, sirâ
He tsksâyes, actually âtsksââbefore youâve even finished your sentence.
Quickly, he leans body closer to your kneeled frame, his rough calloused hands grip your jaw, causing a gasp to leave you at the contact.
Looking into your eyes as he says, âThatâs not how you ask me for something, doll. Why donât you try again, because I donât think you want to be punished this early in the night, do you?â
Another rush of arousal and fear rushes through your veins at the memory of your last, âpunishment.â
âMno, no swirâ You try, but the words come out slurred together, his fingers squeezing your jaw.
Releasing your face with a huff, he allows you to speak properly.
âMay I please suck your cock, sir?â You ask politely, looking at him with your best needy, doe eyed expression. Your eyes trail down to the bulge that begins to grow in front of you. The stretching of the dark denim causes you to swallow, eager to please your boyfriend.
He watches you too, the way your red lace bra highlights your breasts, the garter that runs along your skin. Despite his ability to almost hide it, you affect him just as much as he affects you.
âTake it off.â His voice cuts through the tight tension of anticipation that swarms the air around you.
Your fingers work quickly at his affirmation, unzipping the fly of his pants, sliding the material down his thick muscular thighs.
A smirk grapes across his features when you meet his eye. Your fingers slipping under the tight material of his boxer-breifs.
âYou always this excited to get throat fucked baby, or do I just do something to ya?â
His hand comes back to your jaw, trailing down until he has a hold around your neck. Not choking you, just holding. You moan softly in response to the contact, furrowing your eyebrows as you attempt to focus on releasing his cock from the confines of his clothing.
His fingers squeeze just barely around your neck when you fingers find what youâve been searching for. Pulling his length out of the black underwear, you begin immediately.
Bringing your mouth his base you begin to trail sloppy, open mouthed kisses along his shaft. Licking and kissing each vein, drawing groans of pleasure out of the man above you. Feeling his fingers grip your hair, only encourages you.
Licking a stripe up his length before stopping at the tip, you plant a soft kiss before finally wrapping your lips around it. You have to breathe through your nose to stop the pending gagging at your throat, forcing yourself down inch after inch.
Managing to get almost half way down his nine inch length, before dragging your head off of him to gasp for air.
âCome on baby you can take itâ your boyfriend speaks before using his grip on your haste to push your mouth back on him. Causing you to bring your hands to his thighs, not to push him away, but to brace yourself for whatever he wanted to do with your mouth.
A gagging sound follows his action, but he persists, keeping a firm grip in your hair.
You relax your throat until finally, your nose is buried in his base.
âThatâs my girl, keep it there, just like that.â He moans, hips grinding into you.
You moan and writhe against him, failing to swallow and breathe with the intrusion down your throat.
The sound of gagging fills the air, as a shiver runs down your spine, feeling the tip of his cock seem to get deeper inside your mouth as you shake, writhing against his grasp.
Pulled your head away from him 10 seconds too late, a string of saliva and pre-cum connects you two. Your wheezing and coughing doesnât deter the man above you though, before you know it, your mouth is back to his cock.
You begin bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks, eager to get him to his release, and have his load coat your throat. Feeling his thigh muscles flex underneath your fingertips when his tip meets the ends of your throat.
a crude, âgluck-gluck-gluckâ sound leaves your throat each time you head bobs back down. salivia and precum overflow from the sides of your mouth.
âSo fuckinâ good for meâah, just like that.â feeling your thighs clench together in response, you moan at his words. But it comes out muffled on his dick, the vibrating sensation drawing yet another groan from his lips.
âyou gonna take my cum pretty girl? yeahhh you are, goâfuck ah, good girlâ
A bitter taste fills your mouth without warning as he begins to shudder, spasm thrusting his hips impossibly deeper down your throat as his release showers him in pleasure. You swallow every drop with gratuity, feeling your own heat pulse in response to his.
Youâre both shuddering messes by the time you pull your lips off him with a pop. His hands grace either side of your face as he drags you up to his, bringing your lips together in a messy kiss.
Swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, you open your mouth eagerly, deepening the kiss. He groans into your mouth when he tastes his own release on you.
âGonna take care of my girl nowâ he speaks against your lips, his words only ever causing the pulsing sensation between your thighs to increase.
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