just a silly little thought but can i request the sully brothers each reacting to the reader having a bush? 👀 i never see this often written!
Tbh…tbh….i had to write this bc it was brewin in my head ever since i saw that you sent this in, nonnie😭
(Also, I’d just like to say that if this makes you uncomfortable just simply unfollow me/keep scrolling/wtv you need to do to not feel like that. What you read is NOT under my control. Just had to say that before I continue☺️💕)
Dividers by: @cafekitsune
Warnings: p in v, reader as a bush (duh), switch dynamics, degradation, praise, aged up! Neteyam, aged up! Lo’ak, cum play, mentions of impregnation, cunnilingus, and I think that’s it. Enjoy, babies<3 (btw this isn’t proofread, so if there’s errors I apologize!)
- Neteyam wouldn’t care at all, if anything he finds it more attractive than when you don’t shave
- will purposely eat you out for hoursss because the feeling of your thighs + the little curly hairs rubbing against his face drives him crazy
- also is soo notorious for insisting to cum inside of you/cum directly onto your pussy, because he just loves the mess it makes. The sight of his and your own cum covering your tired cunt and thighs makes him wanna breed you untill it takes. (RAHH NETEYAM WITH A BREEDING KINK😩)
- loves to cup your pussy in his big ass hand, and he’ll slowly slide a finger inside of you while he shushes and coos a mixture of praises and degradation. Especially if you try to push away from him because of embarrassment of the little patch of hairs you have adorning your precious cunt.
“Awh, babygirl, why are you gettin all shy now? You were too shy when you were begging for me to cum inside of you, like the little slut you are...or when you see begging for me to stretch your tiny pussy out with my cock…you know there’s no need to feel embarrassed around me, babygirl. I love you endlessly.”
- also is so obsessed with how much your natural scent is increased when you don’t shave, so whenever he eats you out he’s always in a trance because of it. He won’t stop untill you physically cannot anymore(but even then he’ll pry another one out of u☺️)
- will purposely fuck you in missionary because he loves watching the strings of the both of your juices sticking to his lower abdomen that connect to your pussy. It’s just more fuel for him to breed you.
- regardless tho, he loves you and your body (+more) unconditionally and will support anything you choose to do with it<3
- now, Lo’ak, is a frl menace when it comes to this (but what else is new😭)
- mf will deadass tell you not to shave bc he finds your bush so attractive
- and if you do he’ll be so pissy about it😭one time you did he didn’t talk to you for 2 days bc he was so mad, (and you made fun of him for it once he finally came back bc he was acting like a child😭)
- whenever you’re feeling insecure about it/your body in general he’ll be stuck to your side all day, never leaving your body untouched and never leaving your mind with a doubt. He’ll be stuck between your legs for hours while telling you how beautiful you are and how pretty your body is.
- also js is such a munch in general, he’ll always beg to taste you before he leaves your side. And when he actually gets to it, babyboy gets so needy and whiney:( poor boy is slurping and sucking at your over sensitive clit while his cock is twitching and drooling with precum, so much that it leaves a little puddle on the floor:(
- and if you tug his hair whenever he hits your sweet spot, the neediest whine will come from him. It startled you at first, but when you looked down at him you were met with the most pathetic little face ever, his ears were pinned to his skull, face completely covered in your slick, lips all puffy, eyes all lust hazed and needy, and let’s not forget how much his tail would be swaying and wrapping around any body part of yours it can grab. He’s like an excited little puppy when it comes to going down on you, he can’t help it:(
- a bonus if you hit him with the hair tug + praise combo(and if you wrap your thighs around his head extra tight☺️) bc he’ll be complete putty in your hands. All kinda of desperate whines and moans will come from him as he makes you cum for the 5th time that night.
- he gets so whiney too, he’ll constantly beg you for “just one more” when you know you’re too overstimulated
“I know you can give me one more, mama. You don’t even have to do anything, I’ll do all the work, ok? Please just gimme one more…please, mama?”
- also will purposely fuck you in mating press/missnonary because he loves how your slick will stick to his v line and connects him back to your cunt
- when you two are done and you’re both ready to go to sleep, he always ends up fucking your thighs lightly, and always makes sure to rub between your folds with his length js so he can tease you and bc of the feeling of the little curly hairs rubbing against his tip makes him dizzy with pleasure
- besides all of that tho, he loves you no matter what, and whatever you choose to do with your body he’ll support ( just give him two days)
A/N~ I almost wasn’t even gonna post this bc I lost the whole fucking thing the first time, but I did it!! Tbh it was nice to write smth that wasn’t the fics I’ve been working on, so ty nonnie for sending this in!! And I hope this is everything you hoped and dreamed for😭 bc I kinda felt like I was talking out my ass the whole time. ANYWAY! stay safe, and stay hydrated, love you babies<3
Clingy Neteyam who can’t keep his hands off you 😼😼
This turned into so much more, idk how I got here but let’s just embrace it 🤠
Mdni 🔞🔞 adult!neteyam!
“Nete. Stop.” You bat his hand away from your waist. “We are in front of the whole clan.” You whisper harshly, glancing over your shoulder to see his lustful stare.
“I do not care, yawne. And neither do they.” Neteyam breathes into the shell of your ear, lifting his chin from your shoulder momentarily to point to the couple of mated pairs that are grinding on one another.
“Still. Please teyam.” You whisper breathlessly, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. You simply can’t deny the way his hard cock pressed against you makes you feel. There’s not even a sliver of space between you and him now. His front is flush right against your behind, much like two puzzle pieces linking together with ease. And when he slides his hands down your waist and allows his slender, lengthy fingers to slip between your inner thighs, you can’t help the filthy little moan that falls from your lips. “Oh f-fuck.”
A hand flies to your mouth, cupping the soft, thin flesh to keep you quiet. His lewd touches are hazing you over so much that it doesn’t even register that it’s his hand covering your lips. “Don’t want them hearing, do we?” Neteyam husks, bottom lip grazing against the pierced lobe of your ear. Immediately, your attention averts to the nearby male Na’vi shoving his mate against a tree. She already looks so fucked out yet he’s only just sliding his fingers underneath her tewng (loincloth).
“Focus on me.” Neteyam growls lowly, “and think about this…” he tugs at your hips to grind his clothed, growing bulge harder into you, “…deep inside your tight…” he bends his knees to angle the tip of his cock between your clothed folds and thrusts, “little pussy.”
Every fiber of your being wants to melt into his touches, just like the words slipping from his lips almost makes you swoon beneath him. But the thought of others watching you makes your already tight stomach tighten even more. You shove him away, rubbing your thighs together as you spin around and begin quickly backing away from him with your hands splayed out in front of you.
“L-Let’s just go back to the tent. Okay?” You sputter, watching him take quick, lengthy strides towards you. His gaze is almost predatory, as if he were hunting you down like the frail, smaller game on his hunting trips - defeated, and easy. And when your back hits the scaly tree it almost winds you completely, leaving your lungs empty and burning. “Teyam” You strain to get out, sucking in a quick, desperate breath of cool, night air.
There’s a glint in his eye, one of anger. Or is it one of hurt? From being denied in front of the clan by his own mate. His hands cling to your hips, pushing you further into the rough bark of the thick tree, tip of his nose pressing firmly into yours, yet he never dares to allow your lips to touch. You share a couple breaths, making your head light and your eyes unfocused.
“Is this what you want?” He huffs harshly into your mouth, sinking his fingertips into your hips. You nearly fold right there, thighs rubbing together so roughly that your knees almost buckle. You manage to get out a little squeak, trembling voice cut off by the sensation of your nipples stiffening into hard peaks. They rub against his bare chest, all clammy from the scuffling from earlier.
A growl rumbles in his chest, deep and loud, just as his touches become aggressive. He spins you around and shoves you against the tree, kicking apart your legs with his foot. “Or is it this? Hm?” He leans into your ear, letting loose the growl that’s been brewing inside him, “did you want me to pin you down like he did his mate? Take you from behind like this? With nowhere for you to run, yes?” His voice grows shaky as one hand begins to fiddle with the knot above the base of your tail. And when you hear the flimsy cloth drop between your legs, he plants a rough kiss on the curve of your shoulder, “to have them watch me claim you?”
“Y-Yes.” You admit coyly, pushing back into him.
“Then take it.” He husks into the crook of your neck, quickly pulling down the hem of his loincloth to unsheathe his raging cock, aligning it with your sticky entrance. “Take me.”
In this universe,Amy is hellborn hedgehog and is 25 years old
What would happen if hopeless romance like Amy meet newlyweds moxie and Millie?
Sure! I had fun writing this one, sorry if this seems like it ended a bit angsty, You can always come back an request a part 2! - Mod Apathetic
Hopeless Romantic
Fandoms: Helluva Boss, Sonic the Hedgehog
Ship: Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog)/Millie (Helluva Boss)/Moxxie (Helluva Boss)
Characters: Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Blitzo (Helluva Boss)
Tw: None
Summary: She just didn't understand! Amy Rose had been trying her best to find the love of her life for years! She just couldn't understand how the damn Imps were better at finding love than her!
She just couldn't understand how those two could be so happy! She had seen those Imps around the city, as well as in a commercial for their Company, and whenever she saw them, they always looked so happy together! Amy couldn't get it, how could those two somehow be so happy together? So, she created a plan, she'd agree to work at I.M.P. in order to get closer to the two, and then when she was alone with either of them, she'd question them about their relationship. It sounded perfect in her head, and totally not more work than what it's worth!
Getting into I.M.P. was the easiest part, Blitzo felt getting a non-Imp demon on their team might make people more willing to use their services. Plus, he was impressed with how well Amy knew how to use a hammer! The hard part was getting either Moxxie or Millie alone. Millie would be the easy part, just ask her to go out on a girl's day together, but Moxxie... She could probably figure that out later, right now, she just had to focus on the stuff she did know how to execute.
"You know Amy, it's really nice that ya' offered t' take me on this shoppin' trip!" Millie exclaimed, walking alongside the dark pink hedgehog with a smile. Amy simply smiled back, waving her hands dismissively.
"Oh, it's really no problem! Just don't buy too much though! I'm not exactly that wealthy..." Amy let out a nervous chuckle, thinking for a moment as she tried to phrase her next questions casually. "So... I've noticed you and that Moxxie fella get along pretty well! Are you two, dating or something?" She glanced down at Millie, who didn't seem at all bothered by this question.
"Oh, absolutely! We're married actually! I just couldn't be happier!" Amy nearly froze in her tracks, trying to hold back a bit of shock. Those two were only maybe a few years older than her, and they were already married?! Amy hadn't even gotten her first boyfriend yet! She couldn't help but feel jealous. "Amy dear? Are you ok?" Amy hadn't even realized the anger was written all over her face. She quickly shook her head and forced a smile back onto her face.
"Y-yeah, sorry, I just..." Amy was silent, trying to figure out what to say. "I guess I was just surprised, I'm 25 and haven't even gotten my first boyfriend, yet here you two are, only a few years older than me, and already living a happy life together!" Amy let out another laugh, Millie giggling slightly as well. She found the hedgehog's jealousy almost adorable.
"Awe, there's no need to be jealous! You're such a fine young lady, I'm sure you'll find someone soon!" Millie seemed so positive about the topic, trying to reassure Amy that she wouldn't be lonely for long. "Besides, who wouldn't want to date you? you're just the cutest darn thing!"
"I know right? I mean, I just don't get what I'm doing wrong! Like, what do you like about Moxxie so much that you wanted to marry him?" Amy was just genuinely curious about what was so great about Moxxie, but Millie must've thought Amy wanted to know so she could change herself to be 'more likable', as that's how Millie responded to it.
"Oh Amy, that's not important, I love him for being himself, and that means you have to find someone who loves you for being yourself." Amy wasn't sure what to say. This isn't how she expected this conversation to go. Millie's words did make her feel nice though, Millie was surprisingly nice for her profession.
"Thanks, Millie, you're pretty nicer, much nicer than I expected, no offense..." Amy let out a nervous chuckle, Millie waving her hand dismissively.
"Oh it's alright Sugar, I know how to be nice when I want t' be!" Sugar. That nickname made Amy's heart flutter, but she tried to push down the feeling of growing affection. She could deal with that later.
Later that same day, Amy ran into Moxxie alone, and after her conversation with Millie, she hadn't intended to actually confront him about anything, but she thought she might as well while she had the chance. "hey Moxxie, you got a minute?" Amy tried to sound nice, and tried to play this off casually, just like she did with Millie.
Moxxie raised an eyebrow, he had always been a bit cautious of Amy from the start. I mean, it's not every day you see someone like Amy willingly working with a bunch of Imps. "Uh, sure... What is it?"
Amy fidgeted with her fingers slightly. "W-well... I hope this doesn't seem too personal, but, how are things going with you and Millie?" That didn't sound too odd to ask a coworker, but Moxxie still thought something was going on, Amy seemed just a bit too nervous.
"Things, are going, great, why do you ask?"
"Well, I've just been having, relationship problems lately, and... you two just seem to have it all figured out... I wanna know how you two can just, make it work..." Moxxie couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. Finding love must've been so important to Amy.
"Oh, it really depends on who you're with. Some relationships take more work than others. Millie and I are practically perfect for each other, yeah, but that might not be the same for you." Moxxie tried not to sound too much like a downer, not wanting to upset the poor hedgehog. It didn't work too much, as Amy just sighed. Before she could even say anythign else though, Moxxie continued. "Listen Amy, you're perfect in your own way, and you need to find someone who thinks your perfect for them, and if you're lucky, they'll be just as perfect for you."
"You really think so? It's just that, I've tried too hard, and yet, all guys think I'm too annoying, or clingy..." Amy shrugged her shoulders, trying to laugh it off as she hugged herself.
"Well then clearly those guys weren't perfect for you. Besides, I don't think you're annoying at all, yeah you're a bit, weird, but I wouldn't say that's a bad thing!" Moxxie patted Amy on the shoulder, Amy letting out another sigh as she smiled and nodded.
"Thanks, Moxxie, I guess your right...." Amy's heart was racing again, the soft and sympathetic stare Moxxie was giving her felt so, loving. Not even her own parents had ever shown her such sympathy. "Well, I'll, see you around!" Amy felt in a much better mood than before, though she wasn't sure why.
Later that night, Amy tossed and turned in bed, Moxxie and Millie's kind words ringing out through her head like echos, the caring words, the way they made her feel like she could be loved, Amy hated to admit it, but... she was in love again, and this time it left her feeling even more hopeless cause the two were already married to each other.
KnifeFather’s Kinktober 2020, 18+ NSFW
➼ Day 21: Knife play or orgasm denial
➼ Pairing: Narancia Ghirga/Reader
➼ Word count: 2.6k
➼ The reader is AFAB and female pronouns are used.
➼ Warning: The following contains blood, violence, guns, and, of course, knife play. This fic follows the canon storyline, so I've aged up the characters for obvious reasons.
➼ Also available on Ao3.
You are a member of La Squadra. You had a bad feeling before Formaggio went after Narancia, and when you turn up on the scene, your hunch is correct. Now you have to stop Narancia before he reaches Bucciarati and the others, but the confrontation takes an unexpected turn.
*Author’s note: Wow, look at me, updating this and shit! Haha, in all seriousness, I hope this isn’t too overdue. I went a bit out of my comfort zone with this one, I hope it turned out well!
Stand Name:『WHEN DOVES CRY』
Ability: Reality bending
Info: A Stand ability that allows the Stand user to phase through a different dimension. While in this dimension, the Stand user is invisible to the enemy. They exhibit increased movement speed and are unable to be damaged. Their perception increases. When they exit this dimension, they create a small burst of purple-colored energy.
Limit/may be susceptible to: The duration of this ability is limited by the Stand user’s energy. There is a period of about 3-5 minutes that the user needs to rest. Stamina is key in wielding this Stand.
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Your eyes burned from the toxic smoke that filled the air. Blinking hard, you pressed your back to the brick wall of the alley and listened closely. Narancia kneeled on the street, mumbling to himself, and you tried your best to listen in. It was hard to contain yourself when your comrade laid dead in the street, his blood seeping between the cobblestones of the road. Formaggio's lifeless eyes gazed at nothing. You bit your lip hard and shoved down the misery for another time. You were a member of the La Squadra Esecuzioni, god damn it. You weren’t there to cry. Your goal was to stop Narancia from reaching Bucciarati and the others. No--your real goal was to destroy the boss at any cost.
The young man got to his feet and began to navigate himself off of the destroyed street. You reckoned that the police would be showing up at any moment to investigate the damage. All of the pedestrians on the street earlier had cleared out when the fight began, so they had plenty of time to contact the authorities. You didn’t want to be present when the cops came. Slowly, you followed him down the street, using the cover of anything you could to hide your form. Energy buzzed around your body, your Stand readying itself for action. In a fight, you had one shot to use When Doves Cry without becoming too tired to defend yourself; you wanted to make it count and take down Narancia while you had the chance. Perhaps that’s why you bonded so much with Formaggio--the rest of La Squadra actively reminded you of how useless your Stands were. You swallowed thickly at this thought. You were very aware of the possibility that Narancia would kill you, but you had to do something.
The purple-haired man suddenly stilled, his back to you. He turned his head slowly, peering over his shoulder. You held your breath and ducked down behind an undamaged car. Not yet, you told yourself, biting your lip. From observing the tail end of Formaggio’s fight, you knew that Narancia could track people using his radar from the carbon monoxide they emit. Your lungs burned, but you didn’t dare to take a breath as the Stand user searched for you. Quickly, he darted into a nearby store, the bell from the inside ringing out. Now is the time. A small, purple burst of energy rippled beneath your feet, and the cloak that contained reality was quietly pushed aside. You were someplace else; the shapes and structures of everything you could see were black and ghostly. Though, you could see everything perfectly--you could see Narancia inside the shop, looking around and making his way into the back room. You could see now that he was in a gun store. He was heading towards a phone on one of the desks, presumably to contact Bucciarati.
You urgently followed him. The bell attached to the door didn’t ring when you opened the door, and the door made no sound as you entered the building. You narrowed your eyes at your surroundings and quickly formulated a plan. When you exited this dimension, you would make a nova. Planning for a way to kill Narancia before you had to stop using your Stand was essential to victory. The answer was clear enough as you picked up one of the shotguns off of the display and moved behind the counter to load it. You prayed that what little bit Prosciutto taught you about guns stuck in your mind. After clicking the shotgun closed and turning the safety off, you moved to the back office. Narancia had just noticed the phone, and let out a sigh of relief as he moved towards the device. Standing on the other side of the desk, you pointed the shotgun at the back of his skull. A clean blow right after you exited the dimension would ensure that Narancia would be toast.
His hand hovered over the receiver of the phone. He stilled for a moment. From the angle you stood at, you were unable to see his face.
You heard a buzzing behind your head.
“Don’t fucking move.”
You swallowed thickly as the buzzing drew closer to the back of you. Narancia’s knife clicked open next to his side. Aerosmith hovered in the air behind your head, its guns ready to blast you away as soon as you stopped using When Doves Cry. Your heart hammered in your chest and adrenaline coursed through your veins. How? A bead of sweat trailed down the side of your face. You exited the dimension with a weak flourish, the nova only pushing the furniture of the room to the walls. Your grip on the gun didn’t falter; you stood perfectly in place. “Turn the safety on and put it on the floor,” Narancia said, turning around and gazing at you with discontent shining in his eyes. Compared to the violent way he was attacking Formaggio earlier, he was oddly calm. He was ice so cold that it burned. You maintained eye contact with him but did as he said. You clicked on the safety and placed the gun on the floor, your movements slow and deliberate.
“Kick it over here.”
You did as he said. The gun thudded sickeningly against the wall. You were defenseless until your Stand recharged, and the reality of that set in hard in your stomach. Narancia moved to approach you, the knife pointed threateningly level with your neck. “That Formaggio guy asked me a ton of questions earlier. Maybe it’s time I start asking questions,” he spat, his voice rising as he stood in front of you. You defiantly stared at him, electricity crackling between the both of you. You said nothing.
“Who sent you?” Narancia squeaked out, anger bubbling beneath his words.
“I’m not telling you anything,” you replied, your voice shakier than you wanted it to be. You weighed your options at that moment: Narancia was going to make you tell him about La Squadra, then probably kill you, either by stabbing you or with his Stand. When Doves Cry was on recharge, so you couldn't defend yourself for the next several minutes. The best bet, you guessed, was to wrestle the knife away from him and stab him first.
“Like fuck you aren’t!” Narancia shouted, shoving you into the wall and pressing the knife to your throat. Your vision blacked out from the panic and your chest heaved with every breath. The sharp edge of the blade was pressing to your skin, threatening to slice you. “Who sent you?” he asked again, harsher, his violet eyes unhinged while he stared you down.
“P-Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, feigning ignorance. You wanted to get his guard down before striking. “I don’t know who that guy was!” you said, tears coming to your eyes. They were entirely for show--on the inside, your mind was racing, looking for a blind spot to strike him.
You saw doubt flash across Narancia’s eyes before he dismissed it. “Bullshit. You showed up right after he did. You have to know each other,” he growled, getting in your face. You looked back at him, faking a tremble, and tried one more time.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pleaded, your brows upturned. Another pang of doubt across Narancia’s face. You took the opportunity to grab the knife away from your neck and shove him, hard, onto the floor with the lingering energy from your Stand. Aerosmith fired shots, buzzing angrily, but missed. When you rolled on top of Narancia, shoving him down on the tile, the Stand didn’t take a shot at all, but instead buzzed uselessly as its user wrestled with you. Narancia shouted obscenities at you while you clung to his wrist for dear life. Your knee was planted in his stomach, and you threw your fist across his face in an effort to get him to loosen his grip. The gangster snarled and fought harder against you, even as his nose began to bleed profusely from the blow. You finally pried the knife from his fingers, and without hesitation you slashed him across the chest, his leather shirt splitting open. The young man gasped as blood bloomed across his pectorals. With strength that you weren’t expecting, Narancia seized both of your arms and pulled you down on the floor, climbing over you and pinning you down
Your heartbeat was thundering in your ears as your enemy hovered above you. This is it. I’m going to die, you thought to yourself. I shouldn’t have come. I let Formaggio get killed. You blinked away the angry tears and tried again to stab Narancia, this time in the chest, but he caught your strike and ripped the blade from your hand. He pinned your arm down with one of his hands and held the knife to your throat again with the other. “I will fucking end you, whore,” he threatened, slicing your shirt. “Tell me! And you better not try anything funny this time,” he roared. Your eyes went wide as you stared up at him, frozen. You swallowed and realized that wetness was pooling between your legs. Chastising yourself came next; you couldn’t believe that you were feeling like that right now. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the way that he called you names? Perhaps it was the fact that you were a weirdo and fighting for your life turned you on, but you were aroused.
Narancia gave you a strange look. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. You narrowed your eyes and decided to make one last attempt to save your ass. Your body slackened against his and you tipped the knife up to your face. Your pink tongue darted out from between your lips to sensually lick a stripe up the blade. Narancia blushed as he watched the tantalizing muscle go up his knife. “Is this a joke?” he asked again, still incredulous but softer.
“Is this funny to you?” you retorted wittily, looking up into his wide violet eyes. You could see the gears turning in his head as he processed the suggestion. Narancia bit his lip and began to trail the tip of the blade down your front. Your grip on the handle of the knife slackened as you became more sure that Narancia wasn’t going to cut you to ribbons. Still, you were on your guard. The Stand user on top of you began to breathe harder as he cut your top off, reducing your clothing to shreds. You tried to stifle a whimper as the cold air hit your skin.
Narancia nudged your clothes aside with the tip of the blade and gazed at your bare stomach and shoulders. Your bra still remained in the way. He shifted above you before cutting the garment down the middle, the cups falling to the side. The gangster gasped as he beheld your chest, focussing in on your suckable nipples. He wasn’t going to stop there, though--he continued on down to your pants, and he moved the knife between your thighs, teasing your pussy through the fabric. You inhaled a sharp, desperate breath, and rutted your hips against the blade. The way he was gazing at you was lustful, but almost quizzical, as if he couldn’t believe you were enjoying it as much as you were. He focused again between your thighs and cut a sizeable hole through your trousers and underwear. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears as he looked down at your bare cunt, slick and available for his viewing pleasure. “Shit…"
“Let’s get to it,” you whined. You were surprised that you were able to speak. The way that the weapon danced over your body raised goosebumps on your skin. You couldn’t control the insistent throbbing between your legs, demanding to be sated.
Narancia shushed you, grabbing ahold of your hip. “Hold still,” he warned before turning the knife on its flat side and teasing the wet folds of your pussy. You held your breath while the cool metal made contact with your skin. It wasn’t cutting you, but you knew if you made one wrong move that it would hurt. You whimpered pathetically while he toyed with you, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. Carefully, Narancia brought the knife to your lips once, your slick shining on the metal. “That’ll give you something to lick,” your enemy teased, chuckling darkly. You obeyed him and lapped your essence off the blade, keeping your legs spread and eyes on him while you did so. The young man moaned under his breath while he watched you. He took the knife away from your face, not minding your tongue, and pressed it back to your throat. He licked his lips before continuing. “Don’t try anything,” he reminded, unhanding your hip and feverishly undoing his trousers. His cock wasn’t the most impressive thing you’ve ever seen, but it wasn’t anything to dismiss, either. You were certain of that when Narancia began rutting his dick against your wet cunt, slipping in your juices. The head of his cock caught on your hole, and you drew in a breath hoping he would put it inside you. Instead, he teased you, earning little whines and pleas from you.
You impatiently dug your heels into his sides, and he huffed in response before finally guiding his member inside of you. Your chest rattled with an aroused breath, the growing heat in your core finally being soothed. The knife still was pressed to your neck and you shivered before forcing yourself to stay in place. Narancia groaned in satisfaction while he bottomed out in you. He ground his cock into you before pumping steadily back and forth. You gripped his arms as well as you could without getting your throat cut. Narancia’s eyelids fluttered and he picked up his pace, rocking into your hips. His thrusting was uncoordinated and sloppy, but the tip of his cock brushed your insides in just the right way to make you quiver. Narancia’s eyes shone brightly as he cut a thin line near your breast with the weapon, making you wince with pain. “You better take what I give you,” the gangster moaned out before slamming into you harder, rhythmically moving against you. His headband was beginning to slide off his head and locks of dark purple hair fell across his face. His thighs smacked the backs of yours, his cock swelling inside you.
“A-Ah, fuck Narancia…” He growled at the sound of his name and cut you again, making an X on your chest. You cried out and thrust your hips down against him, your clit brushing against his pelvis every time he sheathed himself in you. His lengthy cock stuffed you deep, luring you closer to your orgasm. “Please, again, again,” you begged over the wet sounds that rang out in the room. He growled and obeyed your request, cutting you in between your breasts. This line was long and a bit deeper than the others, making you cry out in pain and satisfaction. A fat tear rolled down the side of your face before you locked your legs around him.
Your cunt convulsed around his cock and you came with a needy shudder, holding the man as tight as you could to your body without being fatally wounded. He narrowed his eyes and gazed down at where your bodies connected, grinning wickedly. “I’m gonna do it inside you,” he said, and you took it as a heads-up. You whimpered out a chant of “please”, getting closer and closer with every snap of his hips. “T-This will teach you to mess with my team!” he exclaimed before his cry turned into a moan. His sack was pressed flush against your lips as he deposited his cum inside you, his grip on the knife loosening. It fell noisily to the floor beside you both. He held you against him, burrowing as deep as he could into your velvety cunt. At that moment, you forgot all about escaping, about failing your mission and your team. The small amount of blood pooling on your chest and Narancia’s cum sloshing inside you made you feel warm all over.
