the words left your mouth without even realizing, an instinctual curse as a response to your boyfriend finally- finally- sinking his cock inside you. He was torturing you this whole time; hours spent between your legs where he edged you over and over again, driving you crazy with his skilled fingers and tongue. He ignored your countless pleas to just fuck you already, having a lot more fun devolving you into a blubbering mess. So when he finally pushed his length inside your dripping, stretched out cunt, you gasped out a curse that was more meant to convey your satisfaction but of course, that's not what he interpreted from it.
"What was that?"
"Nothing- nothing- sorry-"
"Did you just curse at me?"
"Nononono- I didn't- I didn't-"
"No? Really? Because it sounded to me like you said 'go fuck yourself'. Was I wrong?"
"Nono- I wasn't serious- I couldn't control it- Please- I didn't mean-"
Uzui clicked his tongue at your babbles and whimpers, your words getting lost among your ramblings.
"Five. Four. Three-"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it- I didn't mean it!" you whined, your heart leaping in your throat at the countdown, your instincts immediately taking over in fear of him reaching one.
"So you did curse at me."
"I did b-but it was an accident! I promise- I didn't mean to say it."
"I bet it was cause I know you're not that fucking stupid that you think cursing me out is a good idea. What were you even thinking?"
"I wasn't- I wasn't thinking Daddy. I'm sorry! Please- please-"
"Where's your hairbrush?"
"Daddy- please!" you babbled, heart jumping up to your throat at the implication, your behind already stinging just from the idea of what he was going to do to it, "I'll be good. I'll be so good for you Daddy please- please don't spank me!"
"If you're going to be good for me, you have to prove it. Now tell me where it is before you piss me off even more."
Rengoku tilted his head like a dog confused, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, eyebrows furrowed like he was about to cry even as he pushed his whole cock inside you, inches burying deep in your weeping cunt.
"Why would you curse at me, my love? That really hurt my feelings..."
"Sorry- i'm sorry- I didn't mean it- hah-"
"No? You didn't mean it?" he asked, hissing as your cunt throbbed around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as his heavy balls pressed against you, "Then why did you say it? Don't you know your words have meaning?"
"I know- i'm sorry- it was instinct!" you cried out, whimpering as he stayed completely still inside of you, his body pressed against yours, rendering you unmovable underneath his weight.
"You wanna show me how sorry you are?"
"Y-Yes- okay-"
"Yeah? Then we're going to stay like this."
"W-What?"
"Yeah~" he cooed, tickling your nose with his own, "You're going to cockwarm me for as long as I want. If you're really sorry, you'll do this for me, right?"
Sanemi gripped your face harshly, growling as he squished your cheeks between his fingers, forcing a silly pout on your face.
"Do you think I’m stupid?" he warned, grip unwavering at your whimpers,
"No- no- sorry- I didn't mean to Daddy!"
"Fucking brat. Just when I was going to take pity on you- you cuss me out?"
He ignored your continued apologies as his free hand went down to your ankle to grab at your panties that was still dangling off of it. Bunching it into a ball, he roughly shoved it into your mouth, muffling your squeals as you tasted your own essence, the fabric soaking up the remaining saliva in your mouth. He then flipped you over, a hand on the back of your head before pushing your face down on the mattress harshly.
You gasped against your panties as he pressed his cock against your entrance, the heat of his fat tip kissing your pussy making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Fuck. You were in for a night.
"You know, I was going to be nice." he said, gripping the base of his cock before he started to push inside you again, "Make love to you for being so good for me. Too bad. That's off the table now."
Gyomei pressed a heavy hand onto your chest, pressing down gently and that was enough to get you to stop talking.
"You know I don't like it when you lie. And you know I don't like it when you curse."
"It-It was instinct- no like- not instinct but-" you whimpered, "I didn't mean it Sir, I promise!"
"I don't care. You never curse at me. Understand?"
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Sir."
"Why have I told you not to curse?"
You sniffled, thinking back to your training- "B-Because I'm a strong and intelligent w-woman and I don't need to use b-bad words to- hah- to make my point."
"Good girl. I'm glad you remember. But we're stopping here."
"No- please- please- don't stop-"
He pressed down on your chest more, making you whimper as you bit back your words. He always knows how to render you speechless with just a touch. With just a word.
"You need to learn. You're going to suck me off and once I cum down your throat, we're going to bed. You'll be lucky if I decide to touch you tomorrow. Now, get on your knees."
Obanai raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by your whines and whimpers of apologies as he brought a hand up and wrapped his fingers around your neck. You gasped, air getting caught in your pipe as he choked you, fingers gripped you tightly from the sides.
"Since you can't control your potty mouth, maybe you don't need to speak at all." your boyfriend said, tightening his grip on your neck as he pushed back inside of you, walls parting for his meaty cock. You grit your teeth, mouth opening in a pathetic attempt to moan but you just felt lightheaded, your man giving you just enough to keep breathing but not enough to speak or gasp.
"That's better, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically, looking down at you with a dark look in his eyes, "Dumb little thing like you doesn't need to use words. Especially since you can't think before you speak."
He knew you could take it as you were a formidable Hashira yourself- a bit of choking wasn't going to really hurt you but you could feel his cock grow harder inside you as you struggled, gurgling nonsense as your eyes filled with tears, overtaken by the various sensations.
"S-Sor- I- Sorr-"
"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and take my cock."
Giyuu clicked his tongue as he took his cock away from your cunt, ignoring your cries of protest. He stroked himself once before he started to crawl up, pinning your body down as he did. Eventually, he reached your chest, giving a nipple a harsh pinch and a twist to make you control yourself, unable to focus on babbling apologies as you had to focus on the pleasurable pain.
"Are you done?" he asked coldly, referring to your cries. You nodded quickly, gasping as he let go of your tit. "Good." he said before crawling up some more. You stayed still, obediently waiting as he straddled your face, knees on either side of your head as he towered over you.
"Open."
You obeyed, opening your mouth wide. He not so gently started sliding his cock into you, able to taste a little bit of your own juices as he did. While he'd usually take it slow, now he pushed in inch after inch, not stopping even as he hit the back of your throat.
You gagged around him, eyes starting to water as he mercilessly drove his dick into your mouth, his thick member sliding down your throat. Your legs kicked up and down as he stuffed himself balls deep, the tuft of hair on the base of his cock tickling your nose. You tired your best to breathe, blood rushing to your face, making you dizzy.
He rolled his hips against your face, a whisper of a laugh leaving his lips before he started to move, thrusting his hips back and forth, making you gag and choke as he started fucking your face.
"Since I don't have soap to wash your mouth out, my cum will have to do."
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Oh God. You were going to die. This was it. It wasn't demons or Muzan that take you in the end. It was your damn husband and his insatiable lust and stamina.
Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled up and cheeks painted a bright red. Behind you, tugging at his cock and eager for round...whatever the next number- was your husband.
Maybe you shouldn't have riled him up the way you did. You know how possessive he can be so why on Earth did you purposefully get him jealous by flirting with another man? Oh, right. Because you wanted to get fucked rougher. Well, you got what you wanted and now you're going to die.
You jumped as you felt the familiar sensation of a fat cock press against your entrance, your stuffed cunt instantly begging for mercy. You swore that if he fucked you one more time- made you cum one more time- filled you with his seed even one more time- you'd see the pearly white gates call for you.
You gripped onto the bedsheets and pulled yourself away, your body working on autopilot as your husband had successfully fucked the brain cells out of you. You heard him chuckle as you tried to crawl away, your body feeling like jelly, your arms and legs numb and barely capable of getting you to the edge of the bed before:
A pair of hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back, laughing at your whine of protest. Uzui reeled his hand back and smacked you across your already beaten ass before he spread your legs and gave an equally painful spank to your pussy, making you scream.
"Now, what made you think that was a smart idea? Try running away again and see what happens."
Obanai lets you think you escaped before he grabbed you by the ankles, ignoring your cries as he pulled you back towards him. He flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, making you squeal as he took a nipple between his fingers and twisted, your back arching off the bed.
"Are you trying to piss me off even more?"
Just as you reached the edge of the bed, wondering if you could make it, you felt Rengoku press himself against your back and- oh- fuck! He slid right inside you! You gasped as the man pushed his cock in with one fell swoop, taking your breath away as he instantly started moving his hips, preferring to fuck you where you were instead of dragging you back.
"Get comfortable, baby. I'm not done with you."
Sanemi caught you the second you tried to move, simply reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull harshly. You yelped as your neck was forced to snap back, your back arching as your husband pulled at your hair, his other hand looping to the front to grab you by the neck before he leaned towards your ear and growled:
"I'm going to give you a choice. I can fuck you here, on the bed, or I chase you and fuck you where I catch you and trust me, I won't be as nice."
Gyomei didn't say anything, even as you got off the bed and onto your wobbly feet. You wondered if you could just leave when he said, in his booming voice:
"Are you sure that's what you want to do?"
You froze, body trembling.
Why was one sentence enough for you to rethink your whole lives decisions? You didn't know what Gyomei meant by it, but you knew it probably wouldn't be fun. With a gulp, you climbed back onto the bed before getting in front of your husband. You spread your legs wide as you lay down in front of him, reaching down to grab at his fat cock and press it against your entrance. The man smiled as he slowly started to sink inside your familiar heat.
"Good girl."
Giyuu grabbed you by the legs and pulled you back while also changing his own position. To your horror, you found yourself slung over his knee, a predicament you just experienced an hour before which was why your ass was a bright red already. You started apologizing profusely, kicking your legs like a toddler but your husband simply ignored your pleas and held you down, the task quite easy for him even if one arm of his was free to do the spanking.
"It seems one round wasn't enough to discipline you. Guess we have to go again."
A/n: Here's part 2! This is actually more like part 1 of part 2 but if I made it a whole chapter, it would end up being quite long so I decided to split it. This chapter only has Caleb and Xavier with the others being mentioned so the next chapter will have Zayne, Raphael and Sylus <3
Part 1;
"Slowly, baby. Don't push yourself."
You rolled your eyes which resulted in Caleb reaching a hand down and pinching your ear, making you whine.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, you little brat." he teased, pulling his hand away before leaning back again on the couch, "Nngh- you're lucky you're so cute."
"That she is." Xavier agreed from behind you, his touch sending a shiver up your spine, "Be good for us, angel. Don't want you to hurt yourself."
You didn't reply, focusing on your breathing instead as you pushed down, jaw aching as you took more and more of Caleb's hard cock into your mouth. His girth was stretching you out and you were doing your best to not let your teeth accidentally scratch him. Tears filled your eyes as the tip of his fat cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag but you pushed ahead, nails digging into his thighs as you attempted to deep throat him.
"Haaah- fuck." Caleb panted, his cheeks dusted a bright red as he looked down at you, his own fingers digging into the couch cushion as he fought his instinct to grab you by the head, "Feels so fucking- ah- good!"
"Keep going. That's it. Almost there, baby." Xavier said, keeping a close eye on you as Caleb's cock slid down your throat, "You're doing so good."
The white haired man was kneeling on the carpet next to you as you settled between Caleb's spread legs, your back arched as you sat on your knees. With your perk butt perched on top of your heels, Xavier was lightly touching you, his touch so gently as he caressed your cheeks, occasionally scratching them with his nails which made your whole body shiver.
You were just wearing a baby pink lingerie set, the two men having undressed you before getting you on your knees. You gagged more as Caleb slid down your throat, about to pull away when you felt Xavier thread his fingers through your hair and keep you down. It wasn't firm enough that you couldn't pull back if you really wanted to but it wasn't gentle either, letting you know that he was there.
"Just breathe. Come on." he cooed, pushing your head a bit as you took more of the brunettes dick, "You're almost there."
"Fuck- this is killing me-" Caleb moaned, tossing his head back as you finally deep throated him, your lips pressed against the base of his cock, nose snuggling into the small tuft of hair. The sensation of your tight, wet heat all over his dick, muscles contracting as you swallowed around him which just made him feel so, so good. He felt like he was ripping apart the sofa fabrics as he now had to stop himself from thrusting his hips, wanting nothing more but to fuck your cute fucking face.
"Stay there baby. You got this." Xavier encouraged, holding you in place as you sputtered around his friends dick, "5...4...3...2....."
You grunted, Xavier keeping one hand on the back of your head while the other slid to your neck, gently wrapping his fingers around it. "And...1. Ok, slowly now."
With another gag, you started to pull off of Caleb's cock in a pace slower than what you would have done- which was probably why Xavier was directing you to prevent you from hurting yourself by pulling off to roughly. Eventually, Caleb's heavy cock popped out of your mouth, standing tall and wet with thick angry veins pumping through it.
You coughed, taking in deep breaths as you brought a hand up to pump Caleb's sticky dick, your own saliva coating your fingers as you jerked him off, smiling at the way his thighs twitched. Xavier cooed compliments at you, petting your hair with one hand while the other was still around your neck in a light choke.
"Good job, pipsqueak. You managed to- fuck- deep throat me." Caleb panted out, his will power being tested, "Told you your training was worth it."
"Such a good girl." Xavier said, using his hold on your neck to tilt your face towards him before he leaned down and kissed you. Your boyfriends had long since lost any sense of shame or hesitation so Xavier couldn't care less that he was probably tasting Caleb's cock on your tongue- as long as it was you, he'd desire you no matter what. They all would.
Xavier was wearing a casual outfit, his usual big, fluffy white hoodie coupled with an undershirt and jeans. He looked so cute- and yet here he was, making you deep throat dick while groping you. You felt yourself get more lightheaded before he finally pulled away from the deep kiss, a smile on his face as he let go of you only to trail his hands down back to your ass. His hand ran in circles over your cheeks before he grabbed your panties. But instead of whisking them off of you, he bunched them up and pulled upwards, making you squeak as your panties were suddenly pulled tight up against your juicy pussy lips.
"H-Hey!" You whined with a pout, ignoring the way Calebs' cock twitched in your hand as a response, "Cut it outtt."
"Focus on Caleb, sweet pea." Xavier simply said, giving your behind a gentle smack with his free hand, "You have to make him cum, remember?"
"Yeah pip." Caleb groaned, looking more and more debauched by the minute, "Come on. Suck my balls."
He got a hand to the back of your head and gently pulled you forward, his adams apple bobbing in anticipation. You huffed, hand still pumping his cock as you allowed yourself to be directed lower, mouth open to take a ball in your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibration making the brunette hiss. His nails were starting to peel into the fabric of the couch, causing some of the thread to snap and you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back for being able to have this effect on him.
You opened your jaw wide, suckling on his sack while your hand gave special attention to the tip of his cock, rolling his pink cockhead around in the dip of your palm. You made sure to look up at him, wanting to capture every twitch and expression, glad that you were finally allowed to give your men more pleasure. Caleb looked down at you and bit his lower lip harshly, almost like he was fighting back a moan. You could only assume that you looked filthy, with your teary eyes blinking up at him innocently even as you drove him crazy.
Xavier continued to torture you, giving your panties a final harsh tug before letting go, allowing the stretched fabric to pool on your lower back. You could feel the cloth wedged tightly into your cunt and the sudden sound of a camera shutter going off made you jump. Off to the side, Caleb's phone let out a 'ding', indicating that he had received a message. You pulled off of Caleb's balls, much to his dismay, so you could turn around and give Xavier a glare just as he pocketed his phone.
"What?" he asked innocently, "When you look this delicious, do you really think I'm not going to show you off to the others? They'd kill me if I didn't."
You rolled your eyes, "You're being dramatic."
"Well...not really. Remember the first time we got you in lingerie when Sylus and Raphael were busy? We didn't send them a picture of you and Raphael threw a tantrum? And Sylus threatened to buy out Victorias Secret so you could try them all for him?"
"...I stand corrected."
A gentle tug was given to your hair, bringing your attention back to Caleb who looked like he was either on the verge of tears or on the verge of pouncing on you. Probably both.
"Keep going, baby." he pleaded, "I'm close."
"Already?" Xavier teased, "She barely started."
"Shut up. I'd like to see how long you last once you get a taste of her mouth."
You brought your head back to the poor man's cock, licking along his veins from the base, all the way to the tip. Now you were eager to get him to cum, wanting to finally feel the sensation of one of the men you love explode into your mouth. You sealed your lips around the tip, tongue running in circles over it as your hand pumped the shaft. You dug the point of your tongue into his slit and Caleb cursed so loudly it took you by surprise. With a giggle, you started to move down deeper before pulling back, making sure to keep your tongue flat on the underside of his dick as you gradually picked up the pace.
This was the first time you were bobbing your head on a cock that wasn't a toy and you were excited! You had dreamed of doing this everytime you were made to take the silicone down your throat, wanting nothing more but to be bobbing on their cocks instead-
But maybe they weren't lying when they said you needed to practice first.
Maybe it was because it was a real cock and maybe it was because his dick was bigger than the toy- but you whined in frustration as you failed to find a rhythm. Either you weren't sucking hard enough or you went too deep and gagged too violently that you had to pull away- or you forgot to move you hand while you sucked- You were way better at this when it was a dildo!
And you could tell Caleb was getting frustrated- not at you, of course- but because he was right on the edge of climaxing but he couldn't get there yet. Not with your sloppy technique.
You whined loudly, eyebrows furrowing and tears prickling your eyes as you pulled away. With an annoyed huff, you faceplanted against Caleb's bare thigh, hiding your expression.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Caleb asked, both he and Xavier leaning over you, worried. You tried not to cry, sniffling as you rested your cheek on his thigh muscle, looking up at them, "I'm sorry. I'm not able to- ah- it's tough."
"Shhh, it's okay, sweetie." Caleb cooed, "You just need a bit of practice, that's all. Do you want to continue?"
You nodded without hesitation.
"Can you help her out?" Caleb then asked Xavier, the man gently patting your back.
"You don't want to do it?" the silver haired asked.
"I won't be able to hold myself back if I do. I don't wanna hurt her."
"Okay then. Come here, princess. Let me help you."
With one more sniffle, you sat back straight, Xavier moving his position so he was kneeling right behind you. You could feel his clothed hardness pressed against your ass but it wasn't the time for that now. You shivered as he thread his right hand through the locks of your hair, getting a good grip on you before he placed his left hand on the sofa, right beside Caleb.
"Ready?" he asked and you nodded before once again, taking Caleb's still hard erection into your mouth. Xavier let you start off by yourself, watching as you took in a few inches before his grip on your hair tightened. You shivered as he started to gently move you, taking over the reins as he set up a gentle pace. Fuck. You were being used like a toy-
And you fucking loved it.
"There we go. See? It's not that hard." Xavier said, using the grip on your hair to bob your head up and down. There was a joke there but you were too focused on sucking to crack yourself up. Caleb moaned above you, his chest starting to heave up and down from the sensation and you cheered. "That's it...pipsqueak...oh yes! Your mouth is fuck- ah- fuck!"
"I'm going to increase the pace, okay?" Xavier said before he did just that, gradually picking up speed. His grip on you was tight and firm, the man clearly taking this responsibility seriously as he guided you to bob your head up and down.
Gawk gawk gawk gawk-
"Hah. Don't enjoy yourself too much now. You're going to make me jealous."
You would have rolled your eyes again if you could. But they were too full of tears to really do much else. Saliva dripped down Caleb's cock and lathered up his balls, the man having tossed his head back as he enjoyed the pleasure. His cock was sliding up and down your throat now, the tight heat making his head spin.
"Yes- yes- yessss!" he gasped, hips sputtering as he fought against his instinct to buck into your mouth, "So close- faster-"
Xavier did as he was told and you went along with it, your head now bobbing up and down his length, gags and gasps leaving your lips as sticky threads of spit formed between your lips as Caleb's fat cock. Xavier was relentless, controlling your movements with ease.
"Gonna- ah- ah- fuck- gonna cum!"
"In her mouth or on her face?" Xavier asked in the same tone like he was asking if someone wanted a glass of water.
"In her mouth- ah- push her deeper- and keep her there- fuck!"
Xavier lifted his hand off of the couch so he could use both of them to push your face down towards the base of Caleb's cock, giving you no choice but to deep throat him. You yelped as you were stuffed completely full, body tingling as you finally felt Caleb orgasm. His cock throbbed inside you, balls clenching against your chin as he came with a roar.
"Ah! Fuck fuck fuuuuckkkk!!" Caleb babbled, tossing his head back against the couch, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His nails had somehow ripped out a bit of the couch stuffing, his thighs flexing and clenching on either side of you, back arching like a porn star. His cock spurted out semen, hot ropes of thick, white cum pouring into your mouth. You sputtered around him, throat contracting as you swallowed obediently, his dick so far down that you had no choice but to swallow.
"Good girl. Drink it all. That's it~" Xavier cooed, still pressing your head down, only letting go when Caleb visibly relaxed. You took in deep breaths as Xavier once again guided you to carefully separate from the cock in your mouth, not moving too fast. Caleb's dick left your lips a slobbered, cum stained mess, hanging heavy between his legs, clearly satisfied.
"Holy...holy fuck babe..." the man groaned, face red and sweaty, "You're amazing."
You giggled before placing your head against his thigh again, Caleb laughing along as he ruffled your hair. Xavier leaned in to place a kiss on your shoulder before he started to get up: "Let's get you a glass of water and clean you up."
But before he could get onto his feet, you grabbed his arm and pull, making him stumble a bit before he caught himself. You leaned against him, pressing your body against his chest, giving him puppy dog eyes that rivaled his own.
"I wanna make you feel good too..." you whined cutely, voice a bit hoarse, "wanna use my mouth on you..."
You felt Xavier shiver, the man clearing his throat before firmly saying: "No, baby. Maybe later. Don't want you to overwork yourself."
"I won't! I'll be careful." you insisted, not so subtly pushing your hips back a bit so your ass pressed against his clothed erection, "You don't want it?"
"You know I do. But..." Xavier trailed off, hissing at the feeling of your bubble butt against him. Caleb chuckled, grabbing his discarded boxers before standing up and shrugging them on.
"I think she'll be okay." he said to Xavier, "Besides, I'll be here to look after her and make sure she isn't overdoing it. We can consider it part of her training."
Xavier sighed, "Alright then. I suppose it won't hurt to try."
"Oh, I'm sorry." You said sarcastically at his dramatic sigh, "Is being offered a blowjob really taxing on you? You poor thing."
"Talking to me like that when I'm about to shove my cock down your throat really isn't the brightest move."
"Hah. Nice try. Caleb will stop you from being rough."
"Will he? Or will he be like me and really like the sight of you crying?"
Summary: Satoru and Suguru are a happily married couple. Satoru is your older brother and yet, due to circumstances, you’re having an affair with Suguru behind his back. But that’s not all that’s afoot in this situation…
Disclaimer: SatoSugu X Fem!Reader. Cheating/affairs galore. Twincest.
You huffed, the chill of the air causing your breath to leave your lips in a white puff. You tapped your foot on the ground impatiently, contemplating ringing the doorbell two more times just to show the residents that they needed to hurry up. Your grip on the bag in your hand tightened, paper crinkling a bit against your palm.
You perked up once you heard footsteps approaching and the sound of the lock being undone, pushing the door open before your brother could even get a word in.
"Woah! Relax, firecracker." Satoru said, moving out of the way just in time so the door didn't smash against his face. Not that there was much risk of that happening considering his infinity.
"S-Sorry!" You said, not feeling apologetic at all, "But it's freezing cold out there! Would it have killed you to open the door faster?"
"It literally took less than ten seconds for me to come get you."
"Ten seconds too many. I texted you that I was close. Why weren't you waiting by the door?"
"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry for my blight, Princess!" Satoru mocked despite helping you take your coat off, the heat in the house slowly tampering your shivers, "Would you like me to run you a hot bath for your troubles? Or perhaps madam would prefer the finest glass of champagne to warm her up?"
"Yes and yes."
Satoru rolled his eyes as he hung your coat up, ushering you in once your shoes were off, picking up your suitcase. You looked around, humming in approval over the decor, "It's only been a month but I like what you've done with the place! Big improvement."
"Oh, don't give Satoru any of the credit now."
A third person walked out from where the kitchen was, the smell of yummy food following him. Suguru walked upto you and gave you a quick and polite side hug, "You know I did all of the work."
"Hey, it was my credit card that paid for everything." Satoru said, moving forward to poke Suguru on the cheek, "I contributed."
"And you looked good doing it." Suguru purred, pinching his husband's cheek back before leaning forward and giving it a kiss. You rolled your eyes at their instant affection, making them chuckle.
"I'll keep this in the guest room." Satoru said, gesturing to the suitcase in hand, "Suguru is almost done with preparing lunch but I still need a shower so you better not start without me."
"You got it, boss." you said with a mock salute, "...but seriously, thank you guys for letting me stay here. I promise I won't be a nuisance."
"You're family. You're never a nuisance." Suguru said, ruffling your hair but your brother had to chime in with a laugh.
"Don't speak so soon baby. Give it a few days and she'll be raiding your sweets and then blame the dog for eating it." Satoru teased to which you clicked your tongue and tried to kick him.
"That was one time you ass! And we were like five!"
"And it was still one of the funniest things I've ever experienced."
"It's barely been minutes and I'm already regretting my decision."
Suguru laughed, enjoying the sibling banter, "Satoru, stop teasing her and go take a bath."
"I'd go a lot faster if you join me~"
"You know that will only take longer."
"Ew. Yuck." You grimaced, "Not in front of me, please."
"Get used to it. It's all downhill from here." your brother teased. With a friendly shove, Satoru walked away, presumably to keep your luggage in your room before he hopped in the shower.
"How was the Kyoto branch?" Suguru asked as he led you towards the kitchen, a pot of miso soup still on the stove.
You shrugged your shoulders, a tired sigh leaving your lips. "Tough. Busy. But pretty good. Those kids have a lot of potential."
You didn't work as a teacher in Jujutsu high like your brother and Suguru but instead, you were often behind the scenes. Even though it is a school about Jujutsu sorcery, there was still a lot of legal and operational management that had to happen. You were one of the staff overseeing a lot of things but your main job was to make sure the student experience was as smooth and educational as could be.
Your job this time around was to organize the logistics of the upcoming tournament where the Kyoto and Tokyo branch will go up against each other and luckily, you had a brother who lived in Tokyo and so, you didn’t need to splurge on staying in a hotel because lord knows the school wouldn’t cover those expenses for you.
"Hey, let me know if I can help with some-mmph!"
Suguru suddenly surged forward, one hand cupping your jaw, another arm around your waist before he pulled you flush against him and kissed you. Your eyes widened as his soft lips pressed against yours, kissing you like he was trying to eat you whole. He groaned as he got to slip his tongue inside your mouth, dancing with yours in a familiar routine. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, your chest pressing against his as you made out with your brother- in-law, the sound of your lips and tongues smacking against each other echoing through the still air.
But you quickly came back to your senses, gasping against the kiss before you unwrapped your arms. You gripped his biceps, pushing him and finally, Suguru parted from you.
"Fuck- I missed you." He groaned, leaning forward to slot his face against your neck, taking in a deep breath before he plated his lips on you again. You squirmed, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning as he cornered you against the counter, one hand gripping the tile while the other was still holding you.
"S-Sugu!" You gasped as he licked your neck, the man knowing how sensitive you were, "W-We talked about this! We can't- hah- we can't do this anymore..."
"You expect me to live under the same roof as you and keep my hands to myself?" he asked like you had just asked him to grab the moon, "Not a chance."
"You have to!" you scolded, whimpering as he continued to mouth at your neck, the part of you that you knew he enjoyed teasing, "You're married to my brother!"
"Come on pretty. That didn't stop us before." Suguru reminded, "Fuck. Turn around."
You scolded yourself for complying as Suguru grabbed you by the waist and made you face the counter, your hands now splayed on the marble as he pressed himself against you. It wasn't rocket science to know what the hot, hardening thing pressed up against your ass was, especially when Suguru leaned over your body, pressing himself flush against you before he started rutting his hips.
"See what you do to me?" he groaned deeply against your ear, "I wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the door."
"S-Sugu- please-" you whimpered, so weak against his hungry, hungry desire for you, "We have to stop- Satoru will c-catch us."
"You know how loud he is when he enters a room. We'll hear him before he catches us." Suguru said with far too much confidence, "Be good for me, baby."
You felt so pathetic as your will crumbled under his words, under his touch. The guilt ate up at you but not enough to make you want to actually stop. Suguru was humping at you wildly, giving your clothed ass a few mean thrusts before he suddenly pulled away. You blinked at the loss of his warmth, almost begging him to come back but you watched as he suddenly sunk down onto his knees behind you.
Uh oh.
You shivered as his hands started to run up your leg and slide underneath your skirt, bunching up the fabric as he went up and up before he caught what he was looking for. Gripping the waistband of your panties, he started to peel it off of you, a greedy look on his face as he told you to step out of them. Your nerves were on fire, anxiety shooting through you as you made sure to pay attention in case Satoru were to walk in. The strongest sorcerer in Jujutsu history- he could easily blast away the two of you with his powers if he found out about this monumental betrayal.
Of course he wouldn't but-
"Bend over babe. Arc that back for me."
Your legs shivered as you did what you're told, pressing your chest against the cold tile but you barely registered it. Your breath felt hot as your panting only increased as Suguru pocketed your panties before he started to lift your skirt up. He pushed it up and over your ass quickly, cursing under his breath as your bare sex was exposed to him.
"There she is~" he purred, leaning forward to plant a kiss against your ass cheek, "My favorite girl."
"Just- shut up and get this over with!" you hissed, face flushing red with shame and arousal. Suguru laughed before he gave your ass a mean spank, making you gasp. "You're dripping already. Don't act like you don't want this as badly as I do."
With that, Suguru grabbed both your cheeks, squeezing them a bit before he parted them more to show off your weepy kitty. He licked his lips, hunger in his eyes as the thumb of his left hand reached down to grip at your pussy lip before he pulled that too, truly exposing every nook and cranny of your cunt.
"Perfect."
Suguru leaned forward and planted a greedy, open mouthed kiss to your cunt which instantly had your knees wobbling. You brought a fist upto your mouth and bit your knuckles as Suguru started eating you out passionately. He was always wicked with his tongue, knowing just where to lick and suck to have you whimpering.
"Mmph- fuck yes-" he panted between sloppy kisses and greedy licks, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he did, "Tasty little pussy- mmwah~"
You could feel the blood rush to your ears, the sound of his tongue slurping up your juices and your own panting filling your senses. You thought back to how you wound up in this situation to begin with - where you were having an affair with your own brother's husband but a suckle to your clit had your thoughts dissipating, unable to focus on anything else but his mouth on you. Your knees trembled and at some point, the table was holding you up more than your own legs.
“Mmmph, baby~” he moaned, sucking a lip into his mouth, “I can tell you- mm- missed me too. So needy for me~”
He slid his tongue inside you and you almost drew blood from how hard you were biting down on your skin. You quickly let go though as you didn’t need Satoru noticing it and asking you how you got hurt. You placed your forehead against the cold tile of the counter, body shaking as his tongue worked its way into your pulsating hole, his hands greedily grabbing at your ass cheeks. It has been a few months since you last slept with Suguru but your body clearly remembers how easy it is to submit to him.
“Fuck. I need you.” the man growled as he stood back up. You almost mewled at the loss of his mouth on you but the clink of him unbuckling his belt got you to snap your head back at him.
“Wh- here?! Now?!” you hissed, watching as he pulled his cock out and- oh lord you forgot how thick he was. You gulped down the saliva that pooled in your mouth, scolding yourself for being such a depraved whore that the situation wasn’t deterring you as much as you wanted it to.
“Yeah. I can’t wait anymore. Suguru said, one hand gripping your waist while the other held his cock steady, your brother in law moving forward so the tip of his leaky cock kissed your dripping wet entrance.
“W-We can’t!” you whined, “Satoru could be here any- oooohhh ah- ah- fuck-”
Suguru started to slide inside you and you almost saw white. Your fingers clenched uselessly against the counter, trying to grab onto something to ground you into reality. His cockhead popped in before he slowly drove more and more of himself inside you. He let go on his dick once he was in enough, opting to use that hand to gently press it over your mouth.
You cried against it, your moans muffled by his palm as he just pushed and pushed, your hole stretching to accommodate him. Eventually, his hips were pressed flush against your ass and both of you moaned simultaneously once he was balls deep.
“Oh fuck. Oh…fuck!” Suguru hissed softly, his face a beet red and his grip on you tightening, “You feel so good- I forgot how- ah- how tightly this pretty pussy hugs me.”
You couldn’t even say anything in response. All you could hope and pray for is that Satoru takes his infamous long showers and won’t be walking in on the two of you. Pushing your skirt down would have been easy enough but this- with Suguru’s cock inside you- there’s no amount of quick thinking that would save you.
Suguru pulled out a bit before pushing back in, making your eyes roll to the back of your head from the familiar sensation. Your body clearly missed him like she was welcoming back an old friend, your cunt gushing around his length. He leaned over you, pressing his front against your back so he could snuggle his head against your neck, muffling his own moans as he started rutting into you.
“Missed you.” he panted against you, hand still tight over your mouth, “Missed this. Missed us.”
You hiccuped at the obvious sound of skin slapping against skin, his heavy balls swinging and kissing your clit every time he thrust forward. You didn’t say it out loud but you missed him too. Suguru just had a dangerously intimate knowledge of your body, breaking you down with just a look if he needed to. He was daring and greedy, never one to shy away from his desires and he knew your morals were bankrupt enough to enjoy this with him.
“Are you- mmph- still on the pill?” he asked, nibbling at your ear which made your heart skip a beat. You knew you shouldn’t but you nodded, knowing full well why he asked.
“Good. Okay. Fuck.” he continued to pant against you, the two of your bodies getting in sync with each other. The riskiness of the situation only heightened the sensations and you found yourself being driven to climax, your cunt squeezing down on him tighter. Suguru could feel it too as he suddenly pulled away from you. You took a deep breath as he took his hand away from your mouth but you gasped as he suddenly grabbed your hips before he really started pounding into you.
If the noise before was suspect, the sound now was downright diabolical.
Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap
Your could feel your ass rippled with each aggressive thrust forward, Suguru amping up the tempo as he fucked you silly. His cockhead kissed your cervix each time, making your eyes water from the sensation. Juices ran down one leg as he fucked you like an animal - like a man on a mission.
“Cu-Cum- gonna-” you babbled softly, drool threatening to pool out of your mouth.
“Cum for me, baby.” Suguru groaned, his dick throbbing inside you, “Cum. Cum. Cum!”
Not needing any more instruction, you came. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a spine tingling orgasm washed over you. Your pussy sqeeeezed around him, clenching from the force of your climax, sticky juices spurting out of you. Your fingers locked as you convulsed, using all of your energy and will power to not make a sound. You were so taken by your own orgasm that it took you a second to register the sensation of something warm pouring inside you.
Suguru bit his lower lip as he came, balls clenching as he pumped his seed inside you. He usually lasted much longer but considering the circumstances, you couldn’t really blame him. Besides, the faster he came, the safer it was for you.
“That’s it- good fucking girl!” He panted, hips pressed flush against your ass, his own body trembling from the pleasure. Once he was spent, he slowly pulled out, the sound of your pussy fighting to keep him inside making your ears burn. He popped, cock slick with cum and juices, hanging between his legs spent and satisfied. You stayed there for a second, catching your breath as the guilt slowly started to creep back in even as Suguru pushed your skirt back over your body and rightened your clothes.
“My p-panties-”
“Oh, they’re mind now, baby girl. You better tighten up and make sure you don’t drip my cum on the floor.”
You whimpered. You forgot how mean Suguru could be.
“...On your knees. Clean me up.” he whispered, before he grabbed your arm and you went along willingly, as you always did. Even in your dizzy state, you slid down to your knees and just as you opened your mouth, he slid in. You groaned at the taste, a mix of both of your juices, a trademark taste of infidelity.
“We’re going to have so much fun.” Suguru promised, petting your hair as he cleaned up his cock with your mouth, “I can’t wait~”
~~~~~
The steam seemed to follow you as you exited the bathroom, your hair wrapped in a towel. Your pajamas sat loose on your body, your skin twinged a light pink from the heat of your bath. You took extra time to wash out the cum and sweat on you, the guilt unable to be washed away along with it.
The three of you enjoyed a lovely dinner, sitting by a table that was a mere foot away from where you were bent over by your brother's husband. You laughed, chatted, gossiped and everything in between, almost forgetting what you had just done. It didn’t help that Suguru didn’t seem to hold any remorse if the way he was playing footsie with you under the table was anything to go by.
You gnawed at your lower lip as you sat down by the vanity, plugging in the blow dryer before you aimed it towards your damp hair, your mind spiraling. You couldn't believe you were doing this. Sleeping around with Suguru behind Satoru's back was the ultimate betrayal. You were doing something awful to your loved one- consciously making the decisions to fall deeper and deeper down this depraved rabbit hole. Of course, Suguru was to blame as well, but you were both guilty in this affair.
Perhaps under 'normal' circumstances you would have confessed to Satoru. Fall down to your knees and beg for his forgiveness while informing him that the man he chose to marry was a dirty pervert who held no guilt or remorse over betraying his spouse in such a monumental manner and with his husband's little sister, nevertheless.
But, despite all of that, you knew you couldn't say anything.
Because of course, the situation couldn't be as simple as that.
It was 2 AM when you woke up. You groaned, eyes tightening before you slowly started to blink them open as you started to wake up but you were confused as it was still dark out. You were about to push yourself up when you quickly noted the warm weight pressed against your body as well as the not so subtle bump underneath your blanket.
You hissed as something wet and warm swiped over your skin as you pulled the blanket up to see what or rather who was underneath it.
"Satoru, what are you doing?"
Your top was pushed up to your collarbone, leaving your breasts bare to the night air. Satoru simply hummed as he continued to lap against your hard nipple, long eyelashes tickling your skin as your other breast was gently cupped in his hand.
"Feeding. Duh."
"Your-" you hiccuped as he suddenly sealed his lips around the nipple and started to suck, gentle pressure on your sensitive buds, "Your husband is in the other room! What if he wakes up and - hah- searches for you?!"
"Why would he assume I'm here?" Satoru asks between suckles, "He has no reason to come to your room."
God you hoped that was true. If Suguru were to wake up and find that his husband wasn't in bed, chances are he'd want to sneak into your room to play with you just for the thrill. And if that were to happen, there would be truly no explaining it.
"But, in any case, I've locked the door."
You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding, body heating up as your brother suckled your boob gently, like a baby trying to feed. He was just as spoiled and bratty as he was when the two of you first started fooling around together all those years ago. And despite being a married man, it was a habit he refused to change.
“Satoru we can’t-” you huffed at the irony of the situation and that this was the second time you were having this argument, “We can’t do this anymore! You’re married and plus- we’re siblings!”
“Oh, really? I had no idea.”
“Don’t be a smartass.” you clicked your tongue, pulling on his ear as punishment, “I’m being serious! This is such a- mmph- huge betrayal.”
“Oh, come on.” Satoru said with an affectionate roll of his eyes as he used his grip on you to push your breasts together, “ You knew what you were getting yourself into. We’re going to live together for a month and did you actually believe I was going to keep my hands to myself?”
Satoru snorted at your silence, the way your mouth opened and closed pointlessly as you searched for a reply being a sufficient response for him. He shoved his face into the tight heat of your cleavage, pushing your boobs together even as he snuggled into the gab. He let out a soft brrrr sound as he motorboated you, truly indulging himself in your body.
“You have a-” you hiccuped as he pulled away from motorboating to instead run his tongue over your right nipple now, “A husband! What- the two of you aren’t fucking enough so you need your little sister?”
“Fuck- it’s so hot when you say it like that~” Satoru purred as he flicked your bud with his tongue, “Suguru’s great. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect man. But I need you too. It’s as simple as that.”
Tits still squeezed together, Satoru opened his mouth wide before taking both nipples into his mouth at once, eyelashes fluttering as he gave you a toe curling suck that had you slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from squealing.
“Sa-Satoru…this is so w-wrong…”
“We’ve known that for a long time.” he said, “Why stop now?”
You knew why. Both of you did. You were siblings. He was married. You were secretly sleeping with his husband. This situation was fucked up on every level imaginable.
But yet, when Satoru slid inside you, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest that you hadn’t felt in awhile.
Clothes strewn on the floor, the two of you embraced each other's naked forms as your older brother took you. You wrapped your arms around him, whimpering at the familiar sensation of his hot, hard cock kissing your insides. The intimacy of bare skin pressed against each other, heat and sweat combining into one. The thrill and the excitement of this tremendously taboo relationship still felt as exhilarating as the first time the two of you crossed this boundary.
Your nails dug into the skin of his back, only to immediately pull away as you couldn’t leave any marks on him. And it took you a second just as Satoru was sucking on your neck- that he couldn’t leave any marks on you either.
“N-No marks!” you hissed, shrugging your shoulders up to push him away before he left a hickey behind.
“Why not?” he asked with a lilt in his tone that made your ears burn, his bright blue eyes sparkling in innocence- a tactic he knew works on you.
Because i’m fucking your husband and he’ll obviously notice a hickey he didn’t put on me.
“I-I’m living with Suguru too now.” you said, “And I haven’t l-left the house today. He’ll figure it out if he sees a m-mark.”
“Then I'll mark you where he can’t see.” Satoru proclaimed, leaning down to kiss at the fat of your breast clearly ready to leave at least a bite mark on you but you had to push him away again.
“You can’t! We-” you hiccuped as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, “We can’t risk it. You never know what h-he might notice and-” you pulled out your own tactic as you hugged him while simultaneously locking your legs around his thrusting hips, “I don’t wanna get caught, Toru. I wanna keep doing this~”
Satoru hissed, his eyes widening and his cock throbbing inside you. He hugged you back just as tightly, two siblings locked in a naked, sweaty intimate embrace as his hips picked up the pace, pounding into you recklessly. He also could never say no to you.
“I’m so fucking happy you’re here.” he panted against your neck, balls slapping you every time he rutted forward, “I missed you. You’re mine. Only mine.”
Well, that’s not entirely true.
You continued to bite down your moans, the pleasure of making love with your brother making your mind go blank. You’d figure out this messy situation later. For now, you just wanted to get filled up for the second time today.
The two of you kissed, his tongue sliding into your mouth with practiced familiarity, truly connecting the two of you in all ways. His thick cock was slamming you so deliciously, the two of you knowing each other's bodies like the back of your hands.
“C-Close- I’m close.” you mewled softly against his lips, the space between you two somehow feeling too far.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” your brother cooed as he slid a hand down between your bodies to gently press the pad of his finger against your clit, “Cum all over big brothers cock?”
“Please.” you begged, hips bucking as he swiped over the bud, “I need- fuck- missed you.”
Satoru smiled, kissing your cheek, “I know baby. Big brother is here. I got you. Cum for me.”
And you did. Satoru had to kiss you and shove his tongue down your throat to prevent you from screaming the house down from the intense pleasure of your climax. He milked you through it, his strong body holding your trembling form down. He came with you, his whimpers swallowed by your own lips as the two of you crossed the line once again. He pumped you full- his balls throbbing with each load of his seed filling you up.
It was perfect. It felt perfect.
The two of you continued to stay like that even as the adrenaline died down. Lips locks in a messy makeout session of teeth and tongue- his cock still pulsing inside you as you cockwarmed him, the cum inside you heating you up from the inside- arms and legs still tangled in a big, sweaty embrace.
“Mmph. Baby.” Satoru called out breathlessly, “We’re going to have so much fun~”
~~~~~
You placed the last cup of hot coffee on the counter, your own mug nestled in your hand as you took a sip. You knew the other two would be by your side in a matter of minutes so you took the extra time to make everyone a morning cup of Joe.
Satoru snuck out of your room last night after a few minutes of cuddling and a quick jump in the shower before leaving you alone with your thoughts. Thankfully, you fell asleep almost immediately so you didn’t contemplate your situation all that much. But now, clean and with a clear mind, the guilt crashed down on you all over again.
You bit your lower lip as a warm hand gently landed on your ass, Suguru giving you a squeeze.
"...Your door was locked last night." he said softly, confirming your suspicions that he would, indeed, try to visit you.
Yeah cause your husband and my brother was with me, pounding me silly.
"Just...being cautious." you said, shivering as he ran his palm his circles over the curve of your butt, "Satoru was with me so if you show up uninvited- it would be strange, right?"
"I suppose you have a point." Suguru relented. You were surprised at how easy he took it considering you were ready to over explain a situation where Satoru might be with you to play games or watch a movie together but that surprise quickly turned into shame because of course, Suguru would never assume your brother would be in your room to have sex.
"I guess that means we keep fooling around the way we are." he concluded, giving your butt a few soft pats, making your cheek ripple a bit under your shorts, "Or think of a way to get into your bed without it being suspicious."
You shouldn't. Oh you shouldn't. This is the perfect opportunity to put a stop to everything. All you have to do is say no, that your affair needs to end and that you cannot keep betraying your brother like this.
"...I'll text you when it's safe." you say, the shame of it all building up even more inside you. Suguru grinned, and with a quick glance over his shoulder, he leaned down and kissed you. You couldn’t deny the way you melted into the kiss, your shoulders relaxing as he held you. Your gasp got swallowed by him as his free hand came up to grab your breast over your t-shirt, feeling you up shamelessly.
The two of you broke the kiss and again, Suguru looked down the hallway to make sure his husband wasn’t going to walk in before he grabbed the bottom of your shirt. You didn’t even try to fight it when Suguru pushed your shirt up to expose your bare breasts, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned down and gave them a kiss. Your nipples were still a bit sensitive from last night so when Suguru wrapped his lips around a nipple, you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stay quiet.
The shirt fell over his head, covering him up as he suckled on you. Both hands were now on your ass and he was groping you without a care in the world, suckling on your nipple like it was a casual activity.
You jumped when you heard the door to the couple’s bedroom close and you started to lightly smack Suguru. He pulled away from you, helping you righten your shirt but not before he gave your tits a final squeeze. He took a step back just as Satoru walked into the dining room.
“Good morning.” he said, voice tired and scratchy as he walked up to the kitchen area. Suguru smiled as he leaned in and the two men shared a kiss.
“You sleep okay?” Suguru asked him as he ran a hand through Satoru’s white locks, “It seems like the two of you stayed up all night.”
You blushed, hiding your face.
“We had a lot of catching up to do.” Satoru explained, “It was good but,” he yawned, “I could definitely go for more sleep.”
“Too bad. Duty calls, baby.”
“I know, I know.”
With a laugh and a kiss to his cheek, Suguru grabbed his cup of coffee, thanking you for it before he made his way to the living room. He plopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote before he turned on the TV.
You could tell the energy left behind was thick and you weren’t even surprised when Satoru embraced you, his lips immediately finding your neck as he gave you a kiss. But you pulled away and looked into his eyes.
"We need to talk about last night." you whispered.
"Still thinking about it, huh? Me too~" Satoru purred, either missing or ignoring your hurried tone even as he leaned down to give your lips a quick peck, "I've missed you, little sis~"
"No! That's not-" you hissed as he suddenly brought his hands up and squeezed your clothed tits like it was something casual, "You can't keep coming into my bedroom! Suguru will get suspicious!"
"Why?" Satoru asked as he shamelessly felt you up, “What’s wrong with a brother and sister hanging out?”
“Why would we- mmph- hang out with the door locked?” you asked, trembling as his fingers flicked over your nipples, “Besides- he’s bound to hear something. I’ll- I’ll text you when it’s safe.”
“Sure, if that makes you feel better.” he said. And then, much like his husband, he glanced over your shoulder to make sure Suguru was still engrossed in the news. With a lick of his lips, he lifted your shirt up, flashing him your tits.
You rolled your eyes as Satoru dived in, clearly driven by lust and excitement over suckling his sister's tits while his husband was close by. You couldn’t even begin to express the fact that he latched onto the same nipple Suguru did mere minutes ago, so the husbands sharing an indirect kiss on your breast.
I don't know if this kink has a name but I am just obsessed with super casual boob play lmao
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"Alright, so that's the groceries we need for this week."
"Mmm."
"Oh, don't forget to buy flowers! It's my moms birthday tomorrow."
"Mmm."
"Are you even listening?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at your boyfriend, the man simply staring at you.
"Mmm."
"Ok, so that's a no." you said, rolling your eyes before snapping your fingers in front of your boyfriends face, the man jumping and blinking a few times as he was brought back to reality.
"Can you pay attention now?" you asked sternly.
"Sorry. I was too busy staring at your tits." he said honestly, making you sigh. There he goes again with his very obvious boob obsession, your man having a clear fetish for your breasts.
"Well, if you continue to ignore me, you won't see my boobs for a week."
"Or, you flash them to me now, I promise I'll remember every single word you say."
"Oh my God."
"Come here, baby. Come here." he begged, hands reaching out to quickly grab you by the hips and drag you forward, his nails digging into the fabric of your skirt as he all but manhandled you onto his lap, smiling at you as he got your legs to straddle his waist.
"You're a degenerate." you snarled as you placed your hands on his shoulder, more than familiar with this particular song and dance.
"I'm your degenerate. And besides, this is your fault you know." he said, casually fisting the hem of your t-shirt before pulling it up, "If you didn't have such perfect titties, I wouldn't be like this!"
"So you weren't obsessed with boobs before you met me?" you questioned, allowing him to tug the t-shirt upto your chin, the man greedily looking at your bra covered breasts. Not having the patience to take the shirt off of you completely, he simply pulled it over your head so it looped around the back of your neck, your arms still in the sleeves but he didn't care as all he wanted was access to his favorite part of you.
"Of course not." he said confidently as he all but face planted into your cleavage, groaning in delight as he pushed his face in as deep as he could go, "I only got obsessed when you came into the picture."
You huffed, trying to fight the blood rushing to your face and between your legs as you fisted a hand through his hair, tugging at it a bit as you got his attention:
"Are you going to listen to me now?"
"Mmhmm." your boyfriend groaned, nodding a yes against your boobs, truly happy being surrounded by your plump flesh. Sighing, you once again told him what he needed to buy for groceries, allowing him to grope and kiss you wherever he wanted. His tongue ran over your skin, huffing and humming in response every time you asked him if he was listening.
He soon pushed your bra up as well, too eager to bother unhooking it as he placed it against your collarbone, the elastic of the band digging into your skin and making your tits look even more delicious than before. He opened his mouth and took a nipple in, closing his eyes as he started suckling gently, his arms wrapped around you and pulling you in closer.
"H-Hey..." you moaned, gripping his hair tighter as he suckled on you, "It's getting late. You need to leave before the stores close."
"Mmhmm. I know." he muttered against you, tongue coming out to flick at your nipples a few times before he moved to the other breast, giving her the same treatment, "Just- fuck- give me a minute."
You sighed, jumping as you felt his hands move down to your ass, taking greedy gropes of your butt as he lost himself in the sensation of your breast in his mouth.
Yeah, you were not getting your groceries today.
~~~~~
You slipped away from the group of friends in the living room to your bedroom, wanting to get your phone which had hopefully finished charging by now. As you were checking your phone and responding quickly to a few messages, you suddenly felt a hand on your waist that swiftly moved upwards and groped your right breast.
"Eh-hey!" you hissed softly, head snapping back towards your boyfriend, his touch so familiar that you instantly knew it was him, "Cut it out! We have guests!"
"I know but I just need one suck, ok?" he asked even as his other hand came up to start unbuttoning your shirt dress, "I'll be super quick, I promise."
"You- ah!" you squealed as he got the buttons undone enough to expose your bra, his fingers digging into the cup of the right side to pull it down, revealing your bare breast to the crisp air. He turned you around and quickly bent down and took the nipple into his mouth. Your head kept snapping between him sucking your nipple and the door, on edge as if anyone walks in, it would be very obvious.
Your man groaned as he suckled on your nipple, eyelashes tickling your skin as he closed his eyes. The sound of the TV and chattering was loud enough to thankfully drown out his groans, your boyfriend suckling you so hard it made your toes curl.
"Wh-you-" you hissed as his hand quickly pulled down the other cup of your bra and exposed your other breast, "You said only one!"
"I know but I can't not suck her too!" he protested, giving your left nipple a greedy lick, "she'll get jealous!"
"What the fuck are you talking abooouuttt!" you gasped as he suddenly took the nipple in and sucked on it as well, just as vigorously. You stood there for a few seconds, allowing your maniac of a boyfriend to suck and feel you up before he finally pulled away.
"Just what I needed. Thank you baby." he said, kindly helping you stuff your tits back into your bra and right your dress, giving your tits a final squeeze before he walked out of the room, leaving you a frustrated mess with your nipples tingling.
What a menace.
~~~~~
It was movie night, one of your favorite ways to spend time together. It was always a treat to just relax with your boyfriend, put on a random movie, eat popcorn and talk.
And of course, he also loved that he gets to play with your tits the whole time.
You huffed as your boyfriend pulled you onto his lap, his legs spread wide to accommodate you between them. Bowl of popcorn in hand, you munched away at the treat even as your man slid his hands up your shirt, aiming for your breasts.
"Ew, why are you wearing a bra?" he asked, clicking his tongue as his hands got in contact with the soft fabric.
"Sometimes I like having my boobs supported by something, ok? Fucking sue me."
"You don't need a bra to support your tits when you have my hands. I'm taking it off."
Before you could even protest, your man slid his hands to your back and unhooked the bra masterfully, practically an expert at it at this point. He was about to push the straps down your arms and pull the bra out from under your shirt but then he realized- why are you wearing a shirt? You might as well be topless as he was going to play with your boobs the whole time anyway.
So with your shirt and bra tossed onto the floor, you tried your best to focus on the movie playing on screen even as your boyfriend happily groped away at your tits. Ample flesh spilling out between his fingers, he squeezed you like a toy- like your tits were something he could use to alleviate stress. Occasionally, he'd flick his fingers over your nipples, working them up to stiff peaks before gently pinching them between his thumb and index finger. He'd place his hands underneath your breasts, cupping them before he bounced them up and down, loving the feeling of your heavy flesh landing on his palms, the ripple of your breasts on impact instantly making his cock hard.
And of course, as usual, once he was done playing with his hands (which was practically an hour long activity), he'll move onto his mouth. Your body automatically moved along with him as he lifted you up a bit higher onto his lap, looping an arm over his shoulder so he had the space to lean down and take a nipple into his mouth.
"Y-You're not even watching the movie, are you?"
"Mm-mmm" he responded, shaking his head no against your breast, his response making you shiver. You rolled your eyes and continued to watch the movie, failing at it even before he started sliding his hand into your pants.
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Of course, your boob obsessed boyfriend can't sleep unless it's on said boobs.
"Take it offfff!" he whined, wrestling with you as he harshly tugged at your shirt.
"It's cold!" you protested as you tried to pull the fabric back down over you, "I'm going to freeze!"
"I'll keep you warm! You know the rules- no clothes in bed."
"You're wearing clothes!"
"Yes but I don't have a pair of delicious tits that are just begging to be suckled!"
"Oh my God- fine, how about this?" you asked, slapping his hand away from your shirt before you pulled up upto your chin, flashing him your bare boobs, "Just get in here and I get to keep the shirt on."
"...Why didn't you just say so?"
You grunted as you were tackled, pushed to lie down on the bed as your boyfriend landed on top of you, face first into your tits. You pulled your shirt over his head, covering the dopey smile on his face as he used his hands to push your tits against him, shaking his head from side to side as he motorboated you.
He thankfully still had some sense to pull the blanket over the two of you and you were able to dim the lights, whipping your phone out so you can get some screen time before you went to sleep. You felt wetness on your left nipple, your boyfriend finally done with shaking your fat tits in his face.
His tongue ran in circles over the hard bud, dragging it slowly as he knew he could take his time. He started flicking your bud harshly, his hot tongue making you shiver with each flick. Eventually, he sealed his lips around it, groaning happily as he started to suck. He was noisy- moaning like he was eating a delicious meal and the slobbering noises of him feasting on you making your ears ring, the pressure he used to suckle on you keeping you on your toes.
As he sucked on the left one, his hand came up to play with the right, toying with her as he got her ready to be sucked next. He rubbed the nipple around with his thumb before pinching it gently, giving her a few twists once in awhile. He was latched onto the same nipple for almost 30 minutes before he moved onto the next one, but not before dragging himself from underneath your shirt and pushing the fabric upto your chin.
Fuck it. You were falling asleep and now your body was running hot so you didn't really care.
"Baby... I want-" he gave your nipple a kiss before he snuggled his face into the fat of your breast before looking up at you, "I want to drink your milk. Make it for me."
"How many biology lessons did you fail for you to think that's possible?" you asked, your eyelids drooping and voice heavy.
"Why are you not pregnant yet? I cum in you like, everyday."
"...You know I'm still on birth control."
"I know but I'm confident I can defeat it."
"Mmkay, keep dreaming. Now shut up- i'm gonna sleep."
"...Stop taking your birth control."
"I'm not having a baby just so you can drink some breast milk."
"Of course not. We'll have a baby because we're in love and we'll be together forever!"
You opened one eye and looked down at him, letting him know you were not impressed.
"...And so I can drink your milk."
"Just keep sucking or sleep."
He pouted before he took your left nipple into his mouth.
~~~~~
Gojo Satoru, Haibara, Shanks, Sanji, Luffy, Ace, Kaeya, Kaveh, Childe, Cyno, Itto, Uzui, Sanemi, Eren, Jean etc. etc.
Disclaimer : Stepcest , exhibitionism and Implication of brainwashing. Also reader calls Douma “Daddy”
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You remembered like it was yesterday.
Both you and your mother were grieving over the loss of your father, the pain unbearable. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your chest was ripped open for the crows to feast on. Both of you were looking for something, anything, to help and navigate this difficult time in your life when a friend of your mothers told you about a certain man.
“He can do anything.” She told your mother, a dazed look in her eyes, “and he can bring you peace.”
So the two of you went to this man. This miracle. The one who could heal your wounds and guide you through life. You had your hesitations, of course, suggesting to your mother that it would be best to stay away but she was so insistent, unable to deal with the loss of her lover, that you gave in to her pleas. She would have gone regardless, better you were with her.
And then you met Douma. The most beautiful man you’d ever seen and within a second, you understood.
His tall stature, toned body underneath his clothes, his silky whitish-blonde hair and those eyes. Oh, those eyes. Multicoloured, ever changing and bright like a pair of diamonds. Within those moments, both of you understood. You needed to dedicate your life to him. You’d try to see him every day, even get a job managing his shrine. You’d talk to him when you could, often catching him outside his room and he’d chat with you, making your day so much better.
Which was why it hurt so much more when he announced that he was marrying your mother.
She was ecstatic, of course, a dedicated member of his cult and the fact that he chose her was a blessing. A true blessing. Of course, for you, it was a curse. Your usual bright days got so dull, colors turned into black and whites as you pretended to be happy for them. You couldn’t understand why Lord Douma chose your mother- why not choose you instead? But you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Atleast, until he forced it out of you.
“You haven’t been coming to see me, lately.” Douma said, making you gulp as he cornered you in the hallway, “I’m hurt. Do I not interest you anymore?”
“L-Lord Douma-“
“Shouldn’t you call me father?” he asked, gripping your chin gently, “We’re going to be family, right?”
Your expression dropped and he understood.
“Ah, so that’s why.” He said, “Do you not want me as a stepfather?”
“I-“ You gulped, deciding to come out and say, “I w-would have preferred it if you were my h-husband instead… but you love my mother so-”
“Who said that?”
“Huh?”
“Who said I love her?” Douma asked, tilting his head in confusion, “This is a marriage of convenience, nothing more. Your family has a lot of money that I can use, little dove. That’s all it is.”
“That’s-" you hesitated, trying to process the information. So…he was just using your mother…for money…you had to tell her- get her out of this engagement-
“Question is,” Douma said, a hand running up your arm and his touch making your body shiver, “Are you going to tell her or not? If you do, I’d have to banish the both of you from here. But if you keep it a secret…” his hand found its way to your hip, pulling you close to him, his body pressed flush against yours, “I’ll fuck you right here and now.”
There was only one option you could choose.
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Douma had everyone in his palm, no one daring to disobey him and willing to put their lives on the line for him which was how his wife was blind to his affair with his stepdaughter even after all this time.
The night of his wedding, Douma sneaked out of his marital bed, leaving his new wife behind to go be with his plaything. He adored you. He loved your looks, how devoted you were to him, how innocent yet naughty you were- everything. And he wasn’t going to hide it.
People were dumb enough to fall for his schemes but not stupid enough to not realise when to keep their mouths closed.
Which was why, even when he touched you while a follower was talking to him, they didn’t say a word. Even if they knew it was wrong, they kept silent. Even as they watched a stepfather make love to his stepdaughter, they dared not let Douma’s wife know.
“Mmm-haa-“ you whined as Douma pet your pussy, his long, delicious fingers running up and down your slick slit, your audience long forgotten. You’d gotten used to this- being touched and fucked whenever he wanted, having you ready and eager for him. His fingers suddenly dipped inside you, making you cry out as he slowly started thrusting in and out, a second finger soon joining as well.
The man gulped, trying his best to keep his eyes on the floor, more out of fear than respect.
“So, you’re having problems with your marriage.” Douma said, his voice crystal clear despite all the…well…
“Y-Yes, Lord Douma.” The man replied, looking up at him only to look down again immediately, unable to help the blood rushing to his cheeks, “It’s becoming quite the issue.”
“Hmmm. So why is your wife mad at you?” Douma asked, curiously.
“I- I’m not sure.” Came the response, “Whenever I try to t-talk to her, she just snaps at me.”
“I see.” Douma said, only half paying attention, “What do you think the problem must be, cutie?”
You perked up, a confused look on your face as Douma’s fingers stopped inside you, making you whine in frustration. The man simply laughed at your adorable face, patting your cheek with his other hand. He had you on his lap, your kimono almost completely off, your pretty breasts bare for him to tease and your pussy dripping down his fingers.
“What?” you asked, not even paying attention to what was going on. You turned your head to look at the man in the room, giving him a glare as he was the reason your stepfather had stopped moving his fingers. The man seemed embarrassed, unable to look at you as he stared at the ground.
“Now, now.” Douma said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his fingers out just to slap your cunt, making you yelp, “Mind your manners.”
“I-I’m sorry daddy.” You whined, biting your thumb as he gave your pussy more pats, “What did he ask?”
“He’s having marriage problems.”
“Mmmm-“ you pondered, trying to come up with the quickest solution, “Maybe he’s not good in bed.”
Douma laughed while the man barked in offense, his ears turning red, his silence a form of confession. “You think so?” Douma asked, running his pretty fingers up and down your cunt, leaning forward a bit to place a sweet kiss to your tits, “Then maybe we need to give him a lesson, hmm?”
“Y-Yes Daddy, please!” you begged, cupping his face and looking him in his stunning eyes, hoping he could see the desperation in them, “Please fuck me!”
“Good girl, using your words.” Douma praised, making you shiver and your pussy gush, “But I don’t think I’m done playing with you yet~”
You gasped as he started moving his fingers in you again, the nasty sound of his long digits digging into your cunt and curling just right had you biting your lower lip. He gave your nipple a few kitten licks, enjoying your reaction before he turned back to the man in the room.
“Come back at the end of the day.” He said, an arm around you as you leaned into him, bucking your hips against his fingers, “And I’ll teach you how you can please your wife.”
“A-As you wish my lord.”
“Let in the next person. Oh, and remember, not a word.”
“U-understood Lord Douma.”
With a bow, the man scurried out of the room, his erection poorly hidden under his Yukata. Douma didn’t care. He always thought he wouldn’t understand the human nature of possessiveness, but it was only after meeting you that he was starting to get it. He didn’t care if people watched and were turned on by you but he drew the line at anyone but him touching you. Luckily, you didn’t want anyone but Douma.
“M-My lord.” The next person sputtered, her face turning a bright shade of red as she closed the door behind her, her desire to pray to Douma more important than her embarrassment of seeing him with his step daughter, “I- I have a question-“
“Ah! Yes daddy!” you screamed, cutting her off as you tossed your head back, Douma milking your g-spot. But, deciding to tease you a bit, the man stopped once more, taking his fingers out. You whined in protest, eyes wide as you tried to press against him but he suddenly grabbed you by the hips and pushed you off of him, forcing your body to collide against the soft cushion of his loveseat.
“I have a supporter here, baby.” He said, smirking at your offended face, your kimono rucked over your ass and giving him a lovely view of your twitching cunt and pink asshole, “Don’t be naughty. Stay quiet and wait for me to finish.”
“But daddy!” You whined, lying on your back before spreading your legs, a hand coming up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart, showing off every nook and cranny of your cunt to him, “I was so close!”
“I don’t care.” Douma said, attention back on his subject whose whole face was red with shame over seeing you be so disgraceful, “And don’t you dare touch yourself. That’s an order.”
You whined, pouting and flailing your legs like a brat, annoyed as you both knew you’d never disobey an order. Your stepfather seemed to have some kindness towards you as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you close to him before placing your legs on his lap. His hand went between you legs and you giggled happily as he started petting your pussy like he was stroking a cat. You spread your legs once more, giving him more room as he stroked you gently. It wasn’t enough to really make you feel good but it was better than nothing.
It was quite the sight, seeing Douma mindlessly stroke your pussy as his attention was on his supporters, his dick straining in his pants. Occasionally he’d put some force in, swiping his fingers over your clit so fast and suddenly it made you squeal before he went back to gentle strokes taking away your pleasure. He was such a meany but you loved it. You couldn’t be happier to be his stepdaughter.
“Daddy-“ you panted as the woman left the room, leaving the door open for the next person to come in, “Can I cum? Please let me cum?”
“Are you close?” Douma asked, rubbing your clit in circles. “Mmhmm!” you whined with a nod, your cheeks red and your thighs trembling with want, “Please Daddy?”
“Get on Daddy’s cock, pretty.”
You gasped happily as you scrambled back onto his lap, fingers digging at his pants greedily before you pulled his cock out. You sighed as you grabbed a hold of his hot, thick heavy cock. Just like the rest of him, your stepdads cock was pure perfection. The first time he took you, you were scared that it wouldn’t fit but the more and more he fucked you, you learned to worship his beastly member.
“Ride me baby, that’s it. Ohh~ Good girl~”
You mewled happily as you started sinking down on his cock, your pussy splitting apart as you sank down inch by inch, his dick filling you up deliciously. You sank down to the bottom just as the third person walked in, another woman who gasped loudly before she slapped a hand over her mouth, minding her manners. She should be used to it at this point.
“Tell me, what ails you?” Douma asked his subject as she sat down, just as embarrassed as the rest of them, trying her best to not look at Douma’s balls pressed against your cunt. She started to speak and you were starting to move, but you gawked when Douma grabbed your hips and kept you in place, not allowing you to move an inch. The look in his eyes told you that you were to stay still, demanding that you cockwarm him as he spoke to the other woman.
It was pure hell being edged like this. He started touching you from the moment you woke up, the man sneaking into your room after laying with your mother and still, he hadn’t let you cum. Now, his perfect cock was balls deep inside you and still, he wasn’t going to let you cum. He was strict with you, making sure you stayed still even as he tickled your clit or slid a pinkie into your asshole.
And the woman left. Another man came in. After he left, another man came in. And after him, another woman.
Douma continued to talk to these people as he toyed with you, never allowing you to sink into that pleasure completely. He’d occasionally start fucking you, balls slapping against your skin as you rode him but just as you were about to cum, he’d stop.
He’s push you off his cock before making you take it in your mouth, the sound of you gagging acting as background noise as he listened to his followers’ problems. He’d touch you, finger your cunt, suckle your breasts, taste your pussy- but over and over again, he’d stop right before you came.
Until finally, finally- when that first man came back just as Lord Douma had told him too, he decided to give you mercy.
“See how pathetic she looks?” Douma asked as he fucked you, smirking at your slutty screams. You were on your hands and knees, your stepfather switching positions to take you doggy and it was wonderful. Both of you were facing the supporter and you could see his conflicted expression. Your tits swung back and forth each time Douma thrust into you, his hips slapping against yours deliciously as he pounded you.
“Edge your wife and – fuck yes- by the end of the day, she’ll be begging for you cock. Just like my little girl~” he raised a hand and smacked you across the ass, making you scream, “Spank her, finger her pussy, suck her tits and eat her out- tease her all day long and make her beg for it!”
“I- I understand my Lord.” The man said, eyes glued to you and your stepfather fucking like animals. He’d never do something as blasphemous as leave when he got to experience Lord Douma engage in this sexual activity, even if it did feel embarrassing.
“You gonna cum baby?” Douma asked you, sweat driping down his brow and your juices dripping down his balls as he pounded into you, your moans melodic.
“Yes! Yes- yes- yes- please daddy!”
“Want Daddy’s cum?”
“Inside me- breed me- make me a mommy!”
“Pathetic.” He panted with a grin, giving you another spank as he felt your pussy tighten around him, milking his dick with your perfect and hot walls, practically begging him for his seed.
And he’d give it to you but only after he got you to squirt around his cock.
I will get on all fours and bark for you to make the “oh my god you were going to die” thing but with the upper moons and muzan 😭🙏(IT SUCKS THAT WE CANT ADD LINKS)
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By popular demand, here's part 2 of this! Enjoy~
Disclaimer : Fem Reader X Muzan | Kokushibo | Akaza | Douma | Hantengu clones
As a demon living an immortal life, you knew that death and hell wasn't something you were going to experience anytime soon.
But unfortunately for you, your husband seems insistent on giving you a preview.
You tried to take in deep breaths, having never felt this exhausted even when fighting against demon slayers who were actively trying to kill you. You don't even remember why your partner was mad at you! Sure, you didn't manage to kill the Hashira you recently fought but you came back alive! Isn't that a thing worthy of celebration?
Instead, he took you to the bedroom to really teach your the consequences of failure.
Which is how you found yourself naked, sweaty and exhausted, lying flat on your back as your brain started to work again- just to realize your husband was sliding between your legs to start another round, jerking his cock as he got ready to slip inside you once more.
You gasped and on instinct started to move away, your elbows digging into the mattress as you pathetically dragged yourself towards the headboard to try and get some distance but-
Muzan suddenly shifted positions, your brain so muddled by the pleasure and over stimulation that you didn't realize you were now straddling him until he slapped your tits harshly. He was angry- his eyes glowing that dangerous red that usually got you hot and bothered but now- sent a shiver of fear down your spine. Not only did you let a Hashira escape- but now you're trying to run from him?
He won't have it.
"Ride me. Now." he said, hands on your hips as his cock stood erect underneath you, throbbing in anticipation, covered in your sticky juices.
"M-My Lord-" you babbled, tears filling your eyes and you didn't dare to try and escape again, "I-I can't. Too s-sensitive-"
"Ride my cock or you won't live to see tomorrow."
With a broken sob, you quickly placed one hand on Muzan's chest, your body crying for a break as the other one slid underneath you to grab his cock and keep it steady, your poor thighs trembling as you lifted yourself up before sinking down on his member. You knew his threat was empty but...it was always best to not risk it.
Kokushibo noticed you were about to crawl away but instead of grabbing your hips and pulling you back like you expected he would, his hand instead shot out to clamp around your neck. You gasped, air caught in your throat as his many eyes narrowed at you, giving you a look of disappointment as you writhed against his choking. Did you necessarily need air to live? No. Was it uncomfortable? Yes.
Was it sexy? Also yes-
"What do you say?"
Your face was turning red, tears prickling your eyes as his fingers seem to tighten. "S-Sorry- m' s-sorry-" you managed to choke out despite his best attempts.
"Good girl. Now present yourself to me."
With his hand still on your neck, your spread your legs wide, even bringing your hands down to push apart your pussy lips, baring you every inch of your cum stuffed cunt. With a grunt of approval, Kokushibo slipped inside you, giving you a break as he let go of your neck just as he started his intense pace.
"D-Darling- oh fuck- please-" you babbled between gasps and pants, tits bouncing as your poor cunt was once again pounded within an inch of her life, not even given a minute to rest and recover.
"Cease your pointless crying." he simply stated, his abs flexing as he rutted into you, "If you find it so unpleasant, don't fail next time."
Akaza is usually so sweet when you two have sex. But when he's frustrated with you- he will let. you. know.
The second he saw you trying to move away from him, he grabbed you by the knees before flipping you onto you stomach like you weighed nothing. The next moment, he was lying on top of you, his body weight keeping you pinned down as he slipped his cock back inside you in a classic prone bone. You squealed, unable to move as he started rolling his hips into you, the position making his cock reach deep- deep- deep inside you.
"A-Akazaaaa-" you squeal, your cries a bit muffled by the mattress, "S-slow down- please-c-can't take it-"
"You can't take it?" Akaza growled into your ear, rolling his hips in circles so his fat tip can bully your g-spot mercilessly, "No wonder you couldn't kill that Hashira. If you can't handle- hah- this, then you can't handle a battle. So consider this your training, my love."
"P-Please- I just need a break- I can't- ah fuck- you're so deep!"
"You can take it. Be my good girl. Besides, our Lord wants to know if you can get pregnant, remember? You're not getting away from me until you're knocked up."
Douma simply laughed as he watched you try and escape him, his kaleidoscopic eyes twinkling even more beautifully than usual as his sadistic tendencies got satiated seeing your fear and exhaustion. But of course, he wasn't going to let you go. With a flick of the wrist, you gasped as your ankles were suddenly encased in ice that trailed down to the floor, keeping you in place. You could try to break out of it, but your husbands hand on your cunt rid you of all thoughts except for pleas.
"D-Douma- honey- please-"
"Shhhh, sweet thing." He purred, giving your kitty gentle pets, "I'm just going to teach you a lesson before I breed you again~ Let's make this pretty pussy as red as your ass is, hmm?"
"No please- i'll be good- I promise!"
"Why are you so scared honey?" Douma asked in mock concern, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout as he cooed at you, "Oh, you really don't like it when I spank your cunt, do you? It hurts so badly, doesn't it?"
"Yes- it hurts so much!" you complained, your eyes welling up with tears at the threat. You loved it when he punished you but fuck- it hurt!
"Poor sweet thing! I have an idea then." you watched as an ice cube materialized in his hand, clutched between his fingers as he said:
"How about we make her numb first then?"
It was difficult enough to take on the Hantengu clones even when they were being nice, but when they were punishing you? It was downright impossible. But they didn't care.
"And where do you think you're going, missy?" Urogi asked, a grin on his face as he slid in to sit behind you, quickly stopping your attempt at getting away. He grabbed your arms and pulled them above your head, catching your wrists with one hand and restraining you.
"Is it too much for you?" Karaku teased on your right, holding your knee and pushing it open to expose your sex. His hand slid between your legs and his fingers glided between your pussy lips, cooing as he made contact with your slick and cum, "Your poor, sweet cunny is all fucking and stuffed huh? Must be so difficult to take more~"
Aizetsu whined even as he bent down to take your left nipple into his mouth, whining even more as you squealed at the sensation of his tongue against your raw, sensitive nipple. "M-Maybe we should give her a break..." he suggested after giving your bud a few sucks, still laying his head against the fat of your breast as he pulled at your left knee, "We've made her cum...and cum inside her so many times...i'm sure she's learned her lesson."
Before you could latch onto Aizetsu's words and beg for mercy, Sekido slid between your legs, his frown even angrier if that was even possible. He glared at you as he tugged at his cock, clicking his tongue as you tried to wiggle your hips away when he pressed his tip against your entrance.
"Don't you dare try to fucking run away." he snarled as he pushed into you, his cock sliding back into your poor, fucked out cunt. You gasped, tossing your head back against Urogi's shoulder as you were filled up once more, instantly knowing that you had pissed off Sekido by your anticts by his instant break-neck pace.
"You're only done when we say you're done." Karaku purred against your ear, licking said ear as Sekido pounded your pussy, making you babble stupidly as his cock slammed against your cervix, "And you're not going to be done for a long time~"
