#roughfuck

[daddydom1114]

And that’s ^^ how I date.

[luvitera]

The alcohol removes all barriers, leaving only raw need — to hold her, to kiss her, to own her. She walks into his apartment, knowing that tonight, boundaries will be crossed. But when she's in his arms, she stops wanting to remember them.

pairing : jeon jungkook x fem/reader

genre: drunk jungkook. established relationship. smut

warnings: explicit sexual content. unprotected sex. fingering. spanking. needy dom jk. oral (male receiving). light choking. head pusher jeon. nipple play. cow girl. smoking.

world count: 3.2k

note: first time posting my work, hope you like it!🫶🏻

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Jungkook texts me earlier that day, asking if I want to come over to his place in the evening. Before that, he had been out drinking with his members, and I can already imagine how he is — a little flushed, softer around the edges. When he drinks, he tends to get clingy.

When I arrive at his place, I pause for a moment before the door, then, instead of knocking, I use the key he gave me and quietly let myself in.

The air in the apartment was thick with the lingering scent of whiskey and Jungkook’s cologne. He turned his head slowly, his hair slightly messy, and at the sound of my greeting, his dark eyes—glazed but warm—lit up with recognition. A small smile spread across his face.

Jungkook gives me a wide, gummy smile, lifting his hand in a lazy “come here” gesture.

“Hi, baby. You came… Was waiting for you,” he slurs slightly, his voice low and honeyed.

I can’t help but laugh softly as I step closer, shaking my head.

“Hi, love… oh fuck, you smell like alcohol from far away.”

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound deep and warm in his chest. The smile never leaves his face as he leans toward me, his movements just a little unsteady.

“That’s ’cause we were celebrating, baby,” he murmurs, reaching out to gently tug on my sleeve. “Come sit. Missed you.”

I move to the sofa and sit down beside him. The cushion dips under my weight, and I can immediately feel the warmth of his body next to mine, close enough to be almost overwhelming.

He doesn’t waste a second—he shifts closer, his arm sliding around my shoulders and pulling me into his side with a soft, contented sigh.

“Mmm… that’s better. Much better.”

I glance up at him, a small smile playing on my lips.

“Someone’s drunk, right?”

He rests his head against mine, his breath warm against my ear as he lets out a quiet hum. His arm tightens slightly around me.

“Maybe just a little,” he admits, his voice thick but amused. “Feels nice, though… feels even nicer now that you’re here.”

Something in the way he says it makes my chest tighten. I tilt my head and close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his.

He hums softly in surprise against my mouth. His lips are warm, carrying the faint taste of whiskey. For a brief second, he freezes, like he didn’t expect it but then he melts into it, his arm tightening around me as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss.

His free hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my skin as he pulls back just enough to look at me. His eyes are darker now, softer, searching.

“Missed that too, baby… so much,” he whispers.

Before I can say anything, he leans in again, kissing me slower this time, deeper—like he’s putting everything he feels into it.

I shift without thinking, moving onto his lap, straddling him. The sofa creaks softly beneath us as I settle closer, and this time, he doesn’t hesitate at all.

Jungkook's breath hitched, his hands immediately finding my hips to steady me and himself.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, then darkened with a slow, smoldering warmth. A low, pleased sound escaped his throat as he looked up at her, his grip on her hips tightening possessively.

His gaze was heavy-lidded and intense, the alcohol doing little to dull the fire in his eyes as he looked up at me from beneath his dark lashes.

His hands slid from my hips to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him.

"Hi, baby. Right where you belong."

His voice was a low, husky murmur against her lips.

Jungkook's eyes traced over my outfit slowly, his intoxicated focus surprisingly sharp. I was wearing a black T-shirt with long lace sleeves and a short black skirt. His fingers lingered after tucking the hair behind my ear, the touch lingering.

His thumb brushed my earlobe, his voice low and curious.

"Mmm, you look… incredible. But why so dressed up, baby?"

His gaze dropped to the lace sleeves, then back up to my face.

"You weren't out without me, were you?"

"I was with the girls. And you're the one who drinks without me."

A flicker of something possessive passed through his hazy gaze at my words. His hands on my back tightened slightly, pulling me even closer against him.

His eyebrows raised, a slow, knowing smile spreading on his lips.

"The girls, hm? Lookin' this good for the girls?"

He let out a low chuckle, his voice dropping to a murmur.

"And I was drinkin' 'cause I missed you."

"Or because you're an alcoholic."

The playful accusation seemed to cut through his drunken haze. He let out a sharp, incredulous laugh.

He shook his head slowly, his hands sliding up to rest firmly on my waist.

"Alcoholic? Me? No, baby. Just… enthusiastically appreciative."

He leaned forward, his forehead gently pressing against mine, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper.

"Especially when my girl comes over looking like a whole damn dream and starts giving me shit. That deserves a drink. Or five."

"No more drinking for tonight."

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes.His hands squeezed my waist gently.

"No more drinking. You're right. Got everything I need right here."

His gaze dropped to my lips, then back up, his voice a low, warm hum.

"Just you."

Then he starts to kiss my neck. His agreement dissolved into a soft, breathy laugh against my skin. His lips found the curve of my neck, warm and insistent.

His kisses were slow and deliberate, starting just below my ear and trailing down the sensitive skin of my throat.

"Mmm… no more drinking. Just this."

"Mhmm, yeah?"

His response was a low, affirmative hum vibrating against my skin, his mouth not leaving its path along my neck.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, his breath hot against my damp skin.

"Yeah. Feels better. Smells better. Tastes better."

He punctuated his words with another slow, open-mouthed kiss against my pulse point, his hands sliding up to cradle my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks as he tilted my head to give him better access.

His voice was a rough, muffled whisper against my skin. "Better than any bottle. Every time."

I shift closer, pressing myself against him.

The deliberate movement against his lap drew a sharp, shuddering breath from him. His mouth stilled against my neck.

His grip on my waist tightened almost painfully, a guttural groan rumbling in his chest. "Fuck… What are you doing to me?"

"Why? Do you want me to stop?"

He pulled his face back from the crook of my neck to look at me, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide. His breath was ragged.

He shook his head slowly, his hands moving from my waist to grip my hips, guiding my movement against him.

"Stop? God, no. Don't you dare stop."

"Are you hard already?"

A breathless, strained laugh escaped him as he pressed his forehead against my shoulder.

"You feel exactly how hard I am. Don't you?" His voice was thick with need, his hips shifting slightly under me to emphasize the point.

I slide down to kneel in front of him. My sudden movement from his lap catches him by surprise. He watches me, breathing a little heavier, the air around us charged with unspoken tension.

He sat up straighter on the sofa, his hands hovering near my shoulders as he looked down at me, his expression a mix of shock, awe, and raw hunger.

"What are you—"

His question died in his throat, his jaw going slack as he anticipated my next move.

I start to touch his dick through his pants.

His entire body tensed as my hand made contact, a ragged gasp tearing from his lips.

His head fell back against the couch with a soft thud, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck..."

I start to unzip his jeans. The sound of his zipper lowering seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. Jungkook's eyes flew open, fixing on me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

His voice was a strangled whisper, his hands moving to thread into my hair. "Christ… please."

"Are you going to help me with this?"

He let out a choked laugh, the sound rough with desperation. His hips jerked involuntarily as I worked to free him from the confines of his jeans.

His fingers tightened in my hair, not pulling, just holding.

A low, shuddering groan of pure relief and gratitude left his lips. With clumsy, eager hands, he helped me, pushing his hips up from the couch to aid in shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs.

He fell back against the cushions, fully exposed to me, his hand returning to my hair, trembling slightly.

"There… Fuck. All yours. Do what you want."

A sharp, guttural sound of pleasure and surprise tore from his throat the moment I took him into my mouth. His initial groan melted into a low, continuous hum of ecstasy as I teased him, his hips twitching with restraint. But the teasing was a sweet, unbearable torture. His fingers, already woven in my hair, tightened reflexively, his control finally snapping.

His voice was a wrecked, desperate growl, his head thrown back as he guided me deeper with a gentle but firm pressure. "That's it… God… don't stop."

A choked gasp escaped him as I took him fully, his thighs tensing, his entire body bowing taut like a wire.

"Fuck… so good. Too good."

I go faster and faster. And he pulls me to go deeper and harder. The rhythm I set was punishing, a frantic pace that left him gasping. His grip in my hair tightened to an almost painful degree, pulling me down deeper onto him with every desperate thrust of his hips into my mouth.

His voice was a broken, ragged stream of praise and curses, his free hand fisting the couch cushion. "Yes… just like that… God… don't stop." A deep, shuddering groan rattled his chest as he hit the back of my throat, his control completely gone, lost to the sensation. "So deep… taking me so good."

His voice was a ragged, desperate command, his grip in my hair unyielding as his entire body tensed, trembling on the edge. "Open… open your mouth. "

His hips stuttered, a sharp, choked cry escaping his lips as his release approached, the intensity of his pleasure.

His command was followed by a visceral tremor that ran through his entire frame, his knuckles white where they gripped the couch and my hair. The air was thick with the sounds of his ragged breathing and the frantic, desperate rhythm I had set.

His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched tight, a final, broken groan spilling from his lips as he pushed my head down one last time, holding me there as he gave in completely. A deep, shuddering sigh of absolute release his release that left him trembling and breathless against the cushions.

"Swallow it."

The tension drained from his body, leaving him limp and heavy against the sofa cushions, his hand in my hair softening from a desperate grip to a gentle, trembling caress.

His breathing was still ragged, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion as he slowly opened his eyes, their gaze hazy and unfocused.

"Fuck…" he whispered, his thumb stroking my hairline.

His hazy gaze drifted down from my face, taking in the movement of my hand, touching myself.

A low, rough sound of disbelief and raw desire rumbled in his chest.

"Christ… You were touching yourself…? Are you already that horny?"

His gaze was heavy-lidded but intensely focused on my hand between my own thighs.

He pushed himself up on shaky elbows, his breathing still uneven. "Come here. Let me. Let me touch you."

His hands, still unsteady from his release, were surprisingly strong as he lifted me on his lap and put his hand over my thong, feeling the wet all over them.

The dampness of my thin thong was immediately apparent, the fabric soaked through.

A low, possessive groan vibrated in his chest as his palm pressed firmly against the wet heat, his fingers splaying wide over the lace. "See? So wet. All for me."

He nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his voice a husky whisper against my skin.

"You liked that… getting me off like that."

"Mmm, maybe."

The lazy, satisfied smirk that spread across his lips was audible in his voice. His fingers pressed more firmly into the soaked lace, making sure I felt the full extent of my own arousal through the thin barrier.

His teeth grazed my earlobe playfully before his tongue soothed the spot.

"'Maybe?' You're absolutely soaked. Don't be shy."

He slid his two fingers inside me.

His fingers, already slick from the damp lace, slid beneath it with ease. The fit was tight, intimate, the wet heat of me welcoming him as he pushed them deep, his palm pressing firmly against me.

A satisfied sound escaped from me, his forehead dropping against my shoulder. "Fuck… that's it. Just for me. Tell me you want more."

I started to move around his fingers.

The subtle shift of my hips drew a sharp intake of breath from him. His fingers curled slightly inside me, pressing up to meet the movement, his thumb circling just outside the soaked lace.

His other arm wrapped possessively around my waist, holding me steady against him. "That's it. Use me. Show me how much you need it."

He withdrew his fingers slowly, the wet sound loud in the quiet room, and brought them to his lips for a taste, his gaze dark and unblinking. With a slow, deliberate tug, he slid my thong down my thighs and let it fall.

Then his focus shifted upward, his hands sliding under the hem of my top and lifting it over my head in one smooth motion. The damp, cool air of the room prickled against my skin for a second before his warmth replaced it. He unclasped my bra, slipping it from my shoulders until I was completely exposed to him.

His thumb brushed over one nipple, watching it tighten under his touch. He leaned in, his mouth closing over one, his tongue swirling firmly around the sensitive peak while his other hand came up to roll and pinch the other between his thumb and forefinger, rolling, never letting either breast go untouched. A quiet gasp slips from my lips.

He released my nipple from his mouth with a soft, wet sound, his lips moving against my skin. He switched his attention, his mouth moving to the other breast, giving it the same thorough, sucking attention while his now-free hand slid back down my stomach.

"You like that, right? Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

His question hung in the air, thick with his own renewed desire. His hand stilled on its path downward, his gaze intense and demanding as he waited for my answer, his thumb stroking a slow, possessive circle on my hip.

His lips left a damp trail up my sternum to my collarbone, his breathing ragged.

"I need to hear it. Tell me."

"A lot… please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

A low, predatory growl rumbled from his chest at my words. His hands moved with purpose now, one tangling in my hair to gently guide my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth as he began to suck and mark the soft skin there.

A sharp, possessive nip followed by a soothing kiss.

"That's what I wanted to hear." His fingers slid into my wet heat with a groan of satisfaction. "You're mine. All night."

His voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper against my lips, his breath hot and tasting of whiskey. His body tensed further against mine, a predator sensing complete submission.

His dark gaze searched mine, the unspoken command hanging thickly between us. A low, rough chuckle escaped him, his expression shifting from pure dominance to something more intrigued, more drawn.

“Do you think you can handle that… leading me?” His free hand came up to trace my jawline, surprisingly gentle against the tension simmering between us.

“Mhm,”

I murmured, leaning closer, my body pressed against his, letting him feel the heat of my anticipation.

His eyes sparked with a dangerous, thrilling light at my affirmation. The air around us felt heavy with the scent of whiskey, sweat, and my perfume. His hand lingered in my hair, tugging gently, pulling me nearer.

Leaning in, his lips hovered a breath from mine, his voice dropping into a husky, intimate growl.

“Then lead… show me I’m all yours.”

He helped guide my hips, his movements surprisingly steady for how drunk he was, his thick length pressing against my entrance.

His hands settled heavily on my hips, his gaze locked on my face as I began to move. "Fuck. Look at you… taking control."

His voice was a strained, rough whisper, his fingers digging into my flesh as he watched me ride him, every shift and roll of my hips drawing a sharp, punched-out breath from him.

His eyes flickered with a new, darker kind of desire as he slid a hand out from under my hip, reaching over to the cluttered coffee table without breaking the intense eye contact. He fumbled for a moment before his fingers closed around a familiar soft pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He brought the cigarette to his lips, lighting it with a sharp flick of his thumb, the flame illuminating the possessive, hungry curve of his mouth.

"Don't stop."

He exhaled a thin stream of smoke to the side, his free hand coming back to my hip to guide my rhythm, his gaze heavy-lidded and fixed on my face.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke that curled between us, his voice was a rough, strained command.

"That's it. Show me how much you need it." His hips gave a slight, upward thrust to meet my movements, his gaze burning into me as he watched me obey.

The rhythm changed, becoming faster, more desperate. Each downward motion was met with a sharp intake of breath from him, the heat of his gaze holding my own. The scent of tobacco mixed with sweat and sex filled the air around us.

He took another long drag, his eyes never wavering from mine, the ember of his cigarette flaring in the dark.

"You look so fucking pretty like this. "

While I ride, he slaps me several times. The first sharp crack of his hand against my skin echoed in the room, a stark punctuation to the rhythm of my movements. It wasn't a gentle touch, but a possessive, stinging impact that made his own breath hitch. His free hand, the one not holding the cigarette, moved from my hip to my throat, applying a firm, claiming pressure, his thumb resting against my pulse point.

His gaze was dark, fever-bright, smoke trailing from his lips as he watched my reaction, his fingers of his other hand finding my nipple and pinching with a sharp, deliberate twist.

"That's my girl. Taking everything I give you."

His voice was a rough, choked-out growl, the hand at my throat tightening just enough to feel the frantic beat of my heart against his palm.

His eyes tracked my every movement, the rhythm faltering as my energy began to wane. The cigarette burned low between his fingers, forgotten for a moment. He took one last, slow drag before stubbing the cigarette out in a nearby ashtray, his hand leaving my throat to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed over my skin, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rasp.

"Already, baby? You were doing so well."

He decided to switch the position.The shift was swift and powerful. With a low grunt, he lifted me off him, turning me easily and pressing me down into the plush cushions of the sofa. He gathered my wrists in one large hand, pinning them firmly against the small of my back.

His other hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, keeping my face buried in the sofa cushion as he positioned himself behind me, lifting my hips. His voice was a dark, guttural whisper.

"Should've known I'd have to take it back. My turn."

The angle was different, deeper, and his thrusts carried the full, unrestrained weight of his hips. The only sounds were the sharp slap of skin, the ragged rhythm of his breathing, and the muffled creak of the sofa cushions.

His grip tightened on my wrists, his voice a low, possessive growl against the shell of my ear. "Don't you fucking move. You take it."

"Mhm… so fucking good."

His thrusts grew rougher, more purposeful at the murmur against the cushion, the leather beneath my face cool against my flushed skin. His large hand remained locked around both my wrists, his grip unyielding as he drove into me with relentless, possessive force.

His breathing ragged in my ear, voice thick and dark with satisfaction. "That's it… just let go. Let me take care of you."

The stinging slap on my ass echoed sharply through the room, his tattooed hand leaving a bright mark on my skin before immediately moving to my throat from behind.

His body curved over mine, his voice a ragged, dark whisper against my ear. "Feel that? All me. You're not going anywhere."

Slaps again harder, my ass.

The impact was sharp and loud, his palm connecting solidly with a satisfying, stinging crack that reverberated through the quiet room. The force of it jolted me forward slightly, only to be pulled back by his unrelenting grip on my throat.

His breathing was a harsh, rhythmic sound in my ear, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and demanding after the slap. "Good girl. Taking every fucking thing." His voice was a low, possessive growl.

His movements became more deliberate, more intense, the possessive grip on my throat a constant, commanding pressure as his other hand left my wrist to fist in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose the line of my neck.

His voice dropped to a dark, authoritative tone, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke between ragged breaths.

"You don't get to decide when we're done. I do. You're mine. Every sound, every breath, every fucking inch of you."

His control became absolute. With my hair still fisted in his grasp and his other hand a vice on my throat, his thrusts lost all rhythm, becoming deep, demanding punctuations of his ownership. The only sounds were the wet slap of our bodies, his ragged breathing, and my muffled moans.

He leaned his full weight over me, his voice a dark, gravelly command against my skin. "Say it. Say you're mine."

“Yours. Only yours.”

The words hung in the air, swallowed by the sounds of skin and breath. A low, guttural sound of pure approval rumbled from his chest.

"I'm close."

His movements grew frantic, the deep, punishing rhythm breaking into something wild and desperate as my admission spurred him toward the edge. The heat between us was nearly unbearable.

His voice was a broken, ragged growl against my neck, his thrusts losing all control.

"Don't stop… I'm right there with you. Come for me."

In one fluid, powerful motion, he withdrew from me and spun me onto my back, his body following me down, pinning me beneath him on the sofa. He caged me in with his arms, his dark eyes, heavy-lidded and intense, locking onto mine.

His thrusts resumed, deeper and more focused than before, his eyes burning into mine with a fierce, dark intensity as his hand maintained its claim on my throat. "Look at me. I want to watch you come."

His eyes were locked on mine, the intensity in them undeniable as he felt me tighten around him, my expression shifting beneath his hand.

His thrusts became sharper, faster, the hand on my throat a steady, possessive pressure.

"That's it. Let me see you. Let me see you come for me, baby."

My entire body tensed beneath him, a visible tremor beginning to shake my frame as my climax approached, my eyes locked with his.

His own control shattered completely at the sight and feeling, his hips pistoning into me with a final, desperate rhythm.

My trembling intensified, becoming a full-body shudder that rippled through me, and he felt me convulse around him, my climax overtaking me completely as he held my gaze.

His thrusts faltered, a low, guttural moan ripped from his throat as he buried his face against my neck, his own release hitting him with overwhelming force, his body going taut before collapsing heavily against me, spent and breathless.

"You liked that, didn't you? Fucked like a slut."

His words hung in the air, thick with the scent of sweat and smoke and exertion. He remained collapsed against me, his breathing slowly evening out, his weight both heavy and grounding on my smaller frame.

He remained there for a long moment, his body a comforting, solid weight. The only sounds in the room were our slowing breaths and the distant hum of the city outside.

He finally lifted his head, brushing my hair back from my face with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his earlier roughness. His thumb traced my cheek where he'd slapped me. "You okay?"

"Yes. I am perfect. "

He settled back, his heavy-lidded gaze studying my face. The charged atmosphere was slowly giving way to a deep, exhausted calm.

He exhaled a slow, contented breath, his fingers still lightly tracing patterns on my skin.

"Never been better."

A low, pleased chuckle rumbled in his chest at my words. He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, his movements slow and deliberate in the post-coital haze.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a stream of smoke toward the ceiling, his free hand idly stroking my hip.

"Good. That's how it should be."

[rachellieee]

ellie tongue-fucks you after wrecking your body with her strap

CW: fem!reader, dom!ellie, sub!reader, strapping, oral sex (r!receiving), rough sex, overstimulation (?), squirting, missionary, a lot of licking, MINORS & MEN DNI!!

p.s. this is my first time publishing a drabble and first time writing smut so please ignore all the errors i’m pretty much still a noob :p also this is only like 50% proofread so uhh yea

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you’re already a fucking mess beneath her. hair’s all messy, sheets ruffled, legs spread wide as ellie drives into you with her strap-on. her face is buried in the crook of your neck, which is covered in bruises and marks from her rough sucking earlier.

“ellie—wait—oh fuck—” your moans are stifled as she covers your mouth with her rough hand. the other one, covered in her monochrome moth and tangled fern tattoo, is reaching down between your legs to rub tight circles around your aching clit.

“use your words, baby. talk to me.” her voice is clearly on the edge, but still so soft and gentle, unlike her rough and deep thrusts in and out of your wet cunt.

“‘m gonna—fuck—i’m gonna cum—” you reach for her arms helplessly, digging your nails into her tattooed skin.

“come on—shit—come for me, darling.” her thrusts become more frantic as the base of the strap rubs against her clit, making her chase her own release. she slams her mouth into yours, sucking and whimpering breathlessly between each kiss.

the room is filled with wet, obscene sounds of her hips colliding violently with your pussy. your walls clench as you get closer to climaxing.

“pleasepleaseplease—i’m cumming—ah—” your legs begin twitching intensely, toes curling and wrapped around her waist. the pleasure is too overwhelming, too much for you to handle. your head is spinning, absolutely drunk and blanked out from ellie’s rough fucking. your pussy walls wrap around the dildo, squeezing it tightly.

“fuck—oh my god, baby…” ellie breathes out every word, her chest rising and falling before her body collapses on yours. evidently, she has also came as hard as you.

she slowly pushes her body up away from yours, looks down at the mess that you’ve created, and smirks.

“let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” she plants a soft kiss on your jaw before slowly moving down, until her face is up against your swollen pussy.

“look at you… all swollen and red because of how rough i was…” her voice hums against the heat between your legs, sending vibrations all throughout your body.

you can’t even make out a word before she starts pushing her flat tongue to your throbbing clit.

“ellie—please—i just came—”

“you can tell me to stop,” she teases as she continues to lick and suck on your aching heat.

her tongue latches onto your pussy; she’s still giving soft and slow flicks as if she’s awaiting a response.

“should i stop?” she looks up at you, looking all innocent with those puppy eyes that can get you weak in seconds. god, she can be so deceiving sometimes.

“no—god, no—please don’t.” you’re on edge again, your moans broken and whiny, as if you’re begging ellie to do anything but stop.

“i see.” ellie diverts her focus back to your wet folds and dives back even deeper this time. her tongue attacks your cunt with longer and slower slides, licking away all your juices.

“fuck, baby… you taste heavenly,” she exclaims, whispering into your depths. “i could eat this pussy all day.”

as if she can feel you getting closer to the edge again, she begins eating you out more intensely, like a starved woman.

“are you going to cum again, baby?” you nod frantically. your hand fisting her hair, your back arched, and your eyes rolling back tell her everything she needs to know.

“come on… come on my tongue—” her words break as you release hot bursts of liquid all over her face.

her body stills for a bit, astounded at the sight of you squirting helplessly. your disheveled state makes her heart throb.

“holy shit, baby—” she takes in the beautiful mess in front of her, completely wrecked and heaving.

“did i just—i’m so sorry—i-i didn’t mean to—” your voice is broken from all the pent-up stimulation your body just endured.

“dont say that, baby.” she’s already come up from between your legs, now facing your flushed cheeks and teary eyes. “now i know how sensitive you can get when i go overboard… it’s fucking cute.”

you manage a weak smile over your embarrassment, still so sensitive and fragile after the intense encounter.

“now, let’s get you cleaned up properly this time.” she smiles at you before hoisting your body up toward the bathroom.

a/n: pls drop some feedbacks if you can in the cmts !!!

[voidsw0rld]

Pt. 2 to this. Careful what you wish for. TF141 x reader +18 mdni TW: Heavy smut warning !!!!

Honestly, you didn’t know what had completely possessed you to suggest such a thing. Maybe it was the crushing lack of sleep, or perhaps the raw adrenaline of finally making it back to the safe house alive. But before you even realized the gravity of what you were doing, you were standing entirely bare in front of four hardened men whose intense stares burned into your skin with a nasty, unyielding need.

A volatile mix of too much testosterone and months of touch deprivation had completely sealed your fate. You knew exactly what they had in store for you.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you freed your hair from the towel, allowing the damp, dark strands to cascade down your bare shoulders. You watched with a smug satisfaction as the four of them stood entirely frozen, practically vibrating with tension as they waited to see who would dare make the first move.

Deciding to set the pace, you sauntered over to Gaz. His eyes were darting frantically between your bare breasts and the floor—a nervous little lamb caught in a trap. You stepped directly into his space and wrapped your hand firmly around his clothed erection.

A sharp, ragged groan tore from his throat the second you palmed the thick length of him through the fabric. A wicked smirk caught the edge of your lips as you watched him completely crumble from the faintest touch.

“Aww, I think little Gazzy boy is enjoying this, hmm?” you teased in a low, mocking tone. The taller man’s face scrunched up with pure pleasure, his hips instinctively bucking a fraction of an inch into your palm.

The other three just stood there, completely entranced as they watched you handle their teammate through his tight cargos. Almost in unison, their hands instinctively dropped to their own fronts, desperately trying to relieve the uncomfortable, suffocating tightness in their pants.

Before Gaz could pull away, you smashed your lips into his. A soft moan escaped your throat as his tongue immediately fought yours for dominance, tasting of raw hunger and desperation.

The dingy room only offered an old, weathered mattress resting flat on the floor, but it was more than enough for what you had planned for your boys.

“Strip,” you commanded, pulling back from the kiss just enough to look Gaz in the eye.

Without a single second thought, he scrambled to tear off his heavy tactical layers. You turned your attention to the remaining three, who were already standing there with their dicks practically in their hands, and gave them a sharp, commanding gesture to do the exact same.

As the clothes began to fly, you caught Simon about to pull his balaclava over his head. You stepped in immediately, your hand arresting his movement.

“Ah, ah, big boy. I want you to keep that on. Can you do that for me?” you murmured. You pulled the dark fabric back down into place, locking your gaze onto his wide, dark eyes before leaning down to press a slow, deliberate line of kisses down his heavily scarred chest.

Ghost could only nod eagerly, his massive frame shivering as he stood there, wanting nothing more than to completely lose himself in your touch.

As you continued to trail sloppy, hot kisses down Ghost’s chest, a strong pair of hands suddenly locked onto your hips from behind.

“Are you sure about this, Sergeant?” Price’s deep, raspy voice rumbled directly into your ear. His hot breath tickled your skin as you tilted your head to the right, leaning into his touch. “Because once we start, there won’t be any backing out. Not after you let us in.”

“I think I know what I’m doing, Captain,” you cockily retorted, though the sudden friction of his thick cock rubbing right against your bare ass sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.

Price didn't hesitate. His heavy hands traveled up from your hips to the swell of your breasts, his thumbs ruthlessly pinching your hyper-sensitive nipples. Your back arched instantly from the pleasure of it, which only served to push your aching body closer into Simon’s space. Ghost took full advantage, his thick fingers slipping down between your thighs to tease your soaking folds, extracting a breathless string of moans from your lips.

“Aye, don’t you two go having all the fun here,” a gruff Scottish accent cut through the dark room. Soap stood just a few feet away, his eyes wild as he stroked himself, completely transfixed by the sight of you already coming apart under your superiors' touch.

“Easy, MacTavish,” Simon growled darkly, his fingers still rhythmically playing with your slick, needy entrance. “Why don’t you and Gaz break her in for us?”

He looked down at you through the eyeholes of his mask, a dangerous glint in his stare. “She’s going to need all the preparation she can get.”

Ghost chuckled darkly, finally pulling his hand away and stepping back to let his two sergeants have their way with you. The pure gravity of his remark stirred an unsettling, intoxicating wave of excitement deep in your stomach. Before you could even process it, Price let out a low laugh and delivered a harsh, echoing smack to your bare ass, causing your entire body to jolt forward.

You didn't even have time to register the shifting movement in the room before Johnny’s hungry hands locked onto your waist, lifting you effortlessly and pinning you flat against the weathered mattress.

Soap flipped you onto your stomach with terrifying ease, his rough hands immediately kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he admired the stark red handprint left behind by the captain.

“What’s it gonna be, Gaz? Heads or tails?” Johnny joked darkly, his voice thick with a heavy, predatory amusement.

Gaz didn't bother answering with words. He walked over to the head of the mattress and dropped to his knees, lining his swollen tip up mere inches from your face. He reached down, tangling a fistful of his fingers into your hair while his rough thumb stroked your cheek.

Any trace of his previous nervousness was entirely gone, replaced by a dominant, sinister look that made your insides coil tightly, leaving you completely soaked.

“Nah, I think heads suits me just fine, Soapy boy,” Gaz murmured, a dark grin spreading across his face. Without a shred of warning, he shoved his length deep into your mouth, forcing you straight down to the base.

Your eyes widened at the sudden, suffocating fullness. A muffled gasp caught in your chest as you choked slightly, your throat struggling to adjust to the sheer size of him.

“Not so bratty now, are we, princess?” Gaz mocked in a tone of faux sympathy. Clamping both hands around your head with a crushing grip, he began guiding his cock down your throat at an unforgiving, relentless pace.

Behind you, Soap wasted absolutely no time. He lined himself up with your slick entrance, dragging his swollen tip along your wet folds until your entire body shivered with desperate need. With a heavy, deliberate shove, he buried himself inside you, completely stretching out your tight little walls.

The sudden, overwhelming blend of burning friction and fullness made your eyes roll back, an involuntary moan vibrating directly against Gaz’s cock. The tight constriction of your throat made Gaz grunt, his teeth biting into his lower lip from the sheer intensity of the feeling.

“That’s it, lass. Good little slut for us, aren’t you?” Soap grunted. He delivered a hard, encouraging pat to your thigh before gripping your hips in an iron hold, instantly picking up a brutal, rhythmically punishing pace.

You were quite the sight—stretched and thoroughly used at both ends by your fellow sergeants, completely caught in the middle of their raw, unbridled hunger. From the shadows of the room, Price and Ghost could only stand and watch. Their dark eyes were completely fixated on the chaotic spectacle, slowly stroking themselves in heavy anticipation for their own turn to completely ruin you.

Drool escaped the corner of your lips as you continued to take Kyle deep into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you looked up at him through tear-stained, lustful eyes. The visual alone was enough to push Gaz straight over the edge.

“S-shit, you’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you? Such a fucking slut” he panted, his chest heaving.

You let out a muffled, wicked little giggle around his length in response, which only caused his thrusts to become entirely erratic. His head snapped back in pure pleasure, his face completely scrunched up as he released a hot, heavy load straight down your throat. He kept his hands locked in your hair, holding himself deep in your mouth to ride out his high and ensure you swallowed every single drop of his cum.

Behind you, Johnny was close behind. His brutal thrusts were becoming sluggish and heavy, his deep, guttural grunts echoing off the dingy walls as his climax neared.

The moment Kyle finally pulled out of your mouth, Soap gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your back, pulling his twitching cock out just in time to release all over your chest. You let out a shaky moan, watching the sticky, white substance coat your sensitive breasts. You dipped a finger into the mess, licking it off your skin as Johnny milked himself dry above you.

“That’s it, lass. Rub it all over that pretty body,” Soap growled, his voice thick and raw. He reached up, his firm hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you into a deep, bruising kiss, forcing you to taste his juices on your own tongue as you submissively allowed him to invade your mouth one last time.

You lay there flat on the weathered mattress, completely fucked out and floating in a haze of pure bliss—entirely unaware that you weren’t even close to being done.

From the shadows, the two older men stepped forward, stalking over to the edge of the bed like apex predators finally cornering their prey.

“Why don’t you lads go get cleaned up,” Price instructed. His voice was entirely calm, but it carried the unyielding weight of an order rather than a suggestion. Before either sergeant could even think to protest, they gathered their gear and slipped out of the room, quiet, satisfied smirks plastered across their faces.

Then, the door clicked shut, leaving you entirely at the mercy of your Captain and Lieutenant.

You could only let out a weak, breathy whimper as you looked up at the two men standing over you, their expressions dark with a terrifying, unyielding intensity. Your naked body was utterly dwarfed by their massive, towering builds, and the stark contrast only added to the frantic nervousness fluttering in your chest.

You knew right then and there that they had absolutely no intention of being gentle with you.

Dropping to your knees between them, you were completely caged by their sheer size. Their heavy, scarred hands began to roam freely over your already exhausted body—tugging at your waist, squeezing your hips, and delivering sharp, possessive slaps to your breasts that wrung helpless mewls of pleasure from your lips.

“Captain, I—”

You were cut off instantly by a sharp, stinging slap to your cheek. It wasn't enough to truly hurt, but the force of it was more than enough to put you directly in your place and let you know exactly who owned the room now.

“It’s Daddy to you, little miss,” Price commanded sternly.

His thick fingers clamped around your jaw, his thumb roughly forcing its way past your lips. Driven by the sudden, intoxicating shift in the dynamic, you immediately began to suck on his thumb, your wide, needy eyes locking onto his.

With his free hand, he reached down and pinched your nipple, calloused fingers rolling the hyper-sensitive bud so ruthlessly that a muffled yelp escaped around his thumb.

“Use your words, little miss,” his voice dropped to a deep, gravelly rasp.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” you managed to choke out, your chest heaving as you looked up at him through long lashes.

A low, gruff voice from directly behind you pulled you right out of your dazed thoughts. “Here’s how it works, dove,” Simon murmured, his tone cold, commanding, and absolutely unyielding. 

“Since you were brave enough earlier to pull that stunt, we're going to see just how much you really mean it. You won’t disappoint us, right, little one?”

It was terrifying how easily you crumbled into a desperate, eager-to-please mess the second Ghost gave you an instruction. But before you could even nod, a massive, gloved hand slid between your thighs, finding your over-stimulated nub and pinching it firmly.

“What did we say about using your words, princess?” Simon warned, his voice vibrating against your back.

“Y-yes, s-sir… I’ll b-be so good,” you breathlessly choked out, completely undone by the agonizingly beautiful pressure building all over again.

"Good girl", Simon praised from behind.

Price lay back on the mattress, his dark eyes fixed on your trembling form as Simon lifted you with effortless, terrifying strength, guiding you directly over the captain’s waiting cock.

If you had thought Gaz and Soap were big, you were in for a brutal, rude awakening.

Price’s large hands clamped securely onto your hips, providing the leverage to slowly and unyieldingly ease you down onto his massive, twitching size. He stretched your tight walls like nothing you had ever experienced before.

Panicking from the sheer fullness of him, you instinctively tried to pull away and escape, but the iron grip on your hips held you completely paralyzed in mid-air, forcing you to take him.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Nearly there,” Price cooed, his breath hitching as he felt your tight, aching muscles convulsively swallow him down, forcing you to sink all the way onto his terrifying length.

Your aching core finally bottomed out against him, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. But just as you thought the worst of the stretching was over, Simon’s massive hands slid around your waist, adjusting your posture and tilting your hips forward. 

His heavy palm pressed flat against your spine, pinning you in place as he lined himself up directly at your tight backdoor entrance. His tip was already leaking pre-cum with anticipation, rubbing in small, maddening circles against the hyper-sensitive skin of your second hole. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable impact.

“Be a good girl and breathe in for me, dove,” Simon murmured darkly.

Before you could even draw air into your lungs, a sharp, burning fullness invaded your lower half as he shoved himself straight inside you without an ounce of warning.

Your head flew back, your eyes rolling to the ceiling as a breathless, ragged scream died in your throat. The absolute pressure of having both of your superiors' cocks stretching both holes simultaneously was overwhelming. If it was even possible, Simon felt even larger and thicker than Price—which shouldn't have been surprising given the sheer, beastly size of the Lieutenant.

You were practically seeing stars. Your mind completely whited out as the two older men began a brutal, unyielding rhythm, bullishly pistoning in and out of your poor, tired holes with a relentless, synchronised force.

Your legs were shaking violently at this point, entirely spent and completely unable to keep you steady. But you didn't have to worry about collapsing; two sets of massive, heavily calloused hands held you in an iron vice, keeping you firmly locked in place as they thoroughly broke you in.

“Fuck…” Simon started

“That’s it. You’re so fucking good for us, little dove,” Simon growled, his deep voice vibrating right through your back. The raw praise only amped up your bliss, making your head spin. With what little strength you had left, you leaned back against his massive chest, hooking a tired arm around his neck to pull him even closer into you.

“Knew she would make us proud,” Price beamed, his eyes completely transfixed on your flushed, completely fucked-out face. He gripped your hips even tighter, brutally picking up the pace from below.

The room was filled with the lewd, echoes of wet friction and heavy skin slapping against skin, completely drowning out your strangled moans.

“F-fuck… i-it’s too m-much,” you practically begged, your voice cracking as you felt that familiar, tight knot in your stomach winding up all over again.

But your desperate pleas only encouraged your superiors to push you even harder, driving you right over the cliff.

Before you could even process the sensory overload, your climax tore through you yet again. Your entire body went completely limp against Simon, your muscles twitching helplessly. There was no physical way you could keep this up, but the two men had absolutely no intention of letting you off the hook just yet.

“What do you think, Cap? I think she’s got at least one more in her, don’t you agree?” Ghost asked. His breath was ragged and hot against your ear, and you felt his large, heavy hand slide up to wrap firmly around your neck, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to restrict your breath and force your head back against his shoulder.

The sudden restriction of oxygen made your vision blur with stars, your pulse hammering frantically against his palm as your tight, overstimulated cunt convulsed around them.

“Think you’re right, Lieutenant,” Price panted, his dark eyes darkening further as he watched your helpless, choked-up expression.

With that, their rhythm became even more brutal than before, their heavy bodies pistoning in a relentless, synchronized assault. 

All three of you were completely slick with sweat now. 

Simon kept his iron grip on your throat, using his other hand to reach around your torso, finding your hyper-sensitive, throbbing clit and rolling it at an evil, unforgiving pace that made you screech out a muffled cry.

At the same time, Price leaned up, capturing one of your sensitive nipples between his teeth and sucking hard enough to leave a deep, dark bruise.

You had never experienced this much overwhelming pleasure in your entire life. Somehow, your body found a second wind, and you crashed into another shattering orgasm—so intense you genuinely thought you were going to explode.

Both men were right behind you. With a final few deep, punishing thrusts, they both let out guttural roars, spilling their hot, heavy cum deep inside your holes, completely filling you to the brim.

As they finally pulled out, your legs gave way entirely. They gently lowered your trembling, spent body onto the weathered mattress before stepping back and standing up.

Lying flat on your back, you could only blink through the haze, admiring their toned, god-like statures. They stood panting in the dim light, their skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and your own slick juices as they proudly admired their handiwork.

“You did well, Sergeant,” Simon murmured, his voice returning to its usual quiet rumble. “Maybe that'll teach you to not be a brat in the future”, he teased, turning to leave the room to grab you a glass of water in a merciful attempt to bring you back down to reality.

“Think this should probably become a regular team-building exercise,” Price panted, chuckling to himself as he followed closely behind the Lieutenant.

You lay there frozen on the mattress, your muscles twitching as you tried to comprehend what the absolute fuck had just happened—while secretly hoping this was far from the last time they’d break you in.

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18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ .ᐟ

ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱɪɢɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ x/ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ .ᐟ

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ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀ++ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇꜱꜱᴀʏ (ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜱꜱᴀʏ)

*ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏᴍ.* “ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ɪʟʟ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ.”

ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇᴍᴏ ɢɪʀʟ

“ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.”

ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ 2

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏɴ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ

“ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀ ɴᴇʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ.”

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏᴏᴛʙᴀʟʟ ɢᴄ

ʜᴇ ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ

ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ

ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ—ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ…

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ

ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴀᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴏ

ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ

“ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴇʀᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴏᴏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ.”

ʜᴇʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ!

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴀᴄᴋ, ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ!

[sukunasleftbanana]

18+ (MDNI) frat!kuna wants to have sex with his virgin girlfriend

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Your hands reach up to cup his face as he continues his slow, consuming assault on your mouth. At first, he kisses you tentatively—then like a man starved—only pulling away to catch his breath, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you.

He begins to trail kisses along your jaw, behind your ear, down the column of your neck. You moan softly at the way his lips graze your skin before he sucks and nibbles at the sensitive flesh.

“Ah…” you whine.

He looks up at the sound, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling his shirt over his head.

His toned abs are on full display, sharp muscles and dark tattoos stretched across firm skin, leaving you in awe.

“Don’t be shy,” he teases, guiding your hands to his chest, letting you feel him beneath your palms.

Soon enough, he’s tugging at your shirt, lifting it over your head and leaving your torso bare except for the pink lace bra you’re wearing, the fabric cupping you perfectly. He leans back slightly, taking in the sight.

“Fuck… you’re so sexy,” he mutters, hands cupping the soft curves before slowly caressing them.

You whine at the sensation, spurring him on as he pinches your hardened nipples through the fabric.

Pulling the fabric down, his mouth meets the valley of your breasts, trailing kisses before sucking on your nipple—soft at first, then firmer—making you jolt at the mix of pleasure and pain blurring your senses.

When you moan, he hums against you. “Oh my god, Sukuna,” you breathe out, and he chuckles at your breathless pants, seeing how easily you’re coming undone for him.

Slowly, carefully—his mouth still busy with your chest—his hands trace the curves of your body, sliding down to the waistband of your pajama pants. He looks up at you, tugging the material slightly as if asking for approval. You nod, biting your lip as his fingers brush the damp spot of your panties.

“So wet f’me,” he breathes, pulling your pants down to your ankles before tossing them somewhere across the room. His thumb traces the little frills of the matching pink underwear you’re wearing, a small bow resting at the top, before tugging it to the side. He goes quiet, his heavy breathing suddenly loud in the room.

Self-consciousness creeps in at his stare. What if he thinks it looks weird? The thoughts flood your mind, making you try to close your thighs—only for him to click his tongue softly.

“Hey. None of that,” he murmurs, pushing them apart again. You oblige, heat rushing to your face. He’s definitely judging you, you think—but the thought disappears just as quickly when he curses under his breath.

“Fuck… she’s so beautiful.”

“She?” you giggle.

He glances up, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Mhm. So fucking hot,” he murmurs against your skin before lowering himself again, settling between your thighs. His tongue drags a slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit.

“Aah—fuck,” you moan, your voice pitching high at the sensation.

“Tastes so good,” he mutters, making you roll your eyes.

“It tastes good?” you repeat breathlessly.

“Yeah,” he replies confidently, his tongue flicking against your clit, making you shudder in response.

“D-don’t l-lie,” you pant as his movements grow firmer, his mouth working harder. He looks up at you, brows furrowed like you’ve said the most ridiculous thing imaginable.

“Try,” he says.

Then he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his mouth, his fingers replacing his tongue as they move between your legs, rubbing slow, insistent circles.

“Hhmph,” you moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, groaning softly in response.

Without warning, he sinks a finger inside you, pulling the most pornographic moan from your throat. Sukuna smirks, clearly proud of himself. His long digit pushes deep, your walls clenching tightly around him as he moves in and out, the wet sounds filling the room. Your body swallows him like it never wants to let go.

Just as you finally manage to get used to his thick finger pumping inside you, he adds another. The stretch burns, sharp and overwhelming. Your eyes roll back in pure sensation.

“F-fuck,” you whimper, grinding your hips toward his hand as if begging for more. He gives it to you—fingers pressing into your sensitive walls, moans spilling from you no matter how hard you bite your lip. He’s so deep, curling his fingers just right.

You can feel yourself getting close, your stomach tightening, a coil winding tighter and tighter—

And then he pulls his fingers out.

Your body clenches around nothing.

“Not yet,” he murmurs.

He pushes his pants down, the bulge unmistakable beneath his sweats. His boxers follow, and his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach—hard, veiny, leaking at the tip.

“Gonna fuck you,” he says, and you just stare.

He’s big. Too big. Thicker than you imagined, intimidating in a way that makes your breath hitch. There’s no way that’s going to fit, you think. You could barely handle his fingers—how were you supposed to—

He lines himself up at your entrance, rubbing the tip through your slick.

“Kuna, it’s not gonna fi—”

“I’ll make it,” he cuts in.

Noticing the worry on your face, he gently strokes your hair back. “I’ll be slow, baby. Okay? We’ll go slow… together.”

Despite the nerves twisting in your chest, you nod.

Carefully, he presses the tip inside you, inch by inch. Your walls flutter desperately around him.

“Aaaah—” you whimper, and he immediately stops, giving you time to adjust to his size.

Then, slowly, he sinks another inch in. The stretch is overwhelming—painful, yes—but mixed with something achingly good.

This continues until he’s fully buried inside you, his cock hitting your sweet spot and making your vision blur. He pulls back, leaving just the tip before thrusting in again—slow and deep.

“Nnghhh,” you whimper at the sensation of him filling you completely, your warmth clenching around his size. As you slowly get used to him, you start to crave more, grinding against him helplessly.

“F-faster, Kuna,” you pant.

That sparks something dangerous in him.

“Faster?” he chuckles. “Whatever you want, babe.”

His pace turns rougher, thrusts hitting harder and deeper, reaching places you didn’t even know were possible. He’s relentless, his fat tip bullying your cervix as his hips snap forward, balls smacking against you with every movement.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he pants, and you’re too overwhelmed to respond, words lost between broken moans and his maddening rhythm.

“G-gonna cum, Kuna,” you cry, fingers dragging down the planes of his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess,” he growls, pushing himself to the limit, pace frantic as he bottoms out—your release crashing into you at the same time as his.

Warmth floods you as he finishes inside, his hips slowing as he grinds gently, making sure you take every last bit.

“God… that was—”

You lie limp against the bed, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

“You okay, babe?” he asks softly.

“Y-yeah,” you whimper—then roll your hips against him, still inside you. “More?” you pout.

And there you and Sukuna continue, completely addicted to each other.

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[kenpachissluut]

mean older men who pounds into your wet sore pussy from behind while they hold you firmly against their rough, calloused chest by the throat. whispering dirty nothings into your ear and humiliating you, while they increase their pace, making you almost pass out in their arms. of course their big, veiny hand travels down to your sore clit abusing it even more while they thrust deeper and rougher.

,,Gonna fill you up my lil cumslut until you dripping and leaking everywhere.‘‘

❦ Kenpachi Zaraki, Shunsui Kyoraku, Aizen Sosuke, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Kusakabe Atsuya, Geto Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, Uvogin hxh ❦

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🩶

[ss4phire]

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀʙᴏꜱꜱ!ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴘ!ʟɪɴᴋꜱ

18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ .ᐟ

ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱɪɢɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ x/ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ .ᐟ

ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇɪʀꜱ

ᴍʀꜱ. ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ

ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀɪᴅ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴀᴘᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ

ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ (ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴀᴅᴀ)

ʙɪɢ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘ

ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ

“ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢɢᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ.”

ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪꜰᴇ

ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴊᴇʀᴋꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ 2

ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ

ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴛ

ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ

“ʙᴏꜱꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ᴜʀɢᴇɴᴛ.”

what do we think? i love rough bigdick!rafe, who doesn’t? 😋