Reverent college professor x male reader Drabble~ ! ᜊ𐔌՞ ' ⩊ '՞𐦯ᜊ
A/N: m’ own filthy indulgence’s <33
Warnings: dark content, reader is in his twenties, insert/oc is mid 40’s, Amab anatomy, older man/younger man, pin, riding, ass eating, oral, reader receiving, power imbalance
Just imagine it now, staying after class tryin to muster that courage up, trying to stop the humiliation in your gut! Oh you knew it would work, this man eyefuckin you day in an out you just knew it would work, “I got a D sir” You’d respond like an insult musterin up all that confidence just T’ lose it in one blow “seems so yes?” He was cool but that perversion isn’t an easy hide “want a better grade then earn it” he sat there with his brows furrowed not makin the first move, safe words, free interpretations if you weren’t interested but you were.
“Ride me, make it slow and make it last, don’t stop even if I finish…keep going show me you’re an exemplary student ‘boy’ “ he knew what he was doin! He knew he was rilin you up with those words, workin you all up like an angry school boy. Hips straddling his behind his desk burnin inside from your own fingers- you were doin all the work clearly, prepping yourself an all. You needed it. You were rude when he was revenant, bitter when his adoration was lathered on your skin, your fingers shoved down his throat for spit as you fingered yourself, workin it all open makin him watch, makin him suffer the way heat crept his neck an his cock gave a twitch in those sinful slacks. Could almost taste tha salty twang of his salty spill on your tongue.
His face buried away hot in the side of your neck, makin out with it licking you up like a rent a boy, like he was gettin what was owed, groans and soft grunts pleadin against your skin when your perk little ass brushed against his groin givin teases of what he was gonna taste. You rode him like your life depended on it- maybe not your life but your grate at the least! He was leaned back by tha time he spilt in your insides, hot white flashes behind those otherwise foggy eyes just for you. “Do—nt stop” his teeth gritted, jaw clenched tight his demand sounded weak, sounded like every sinful thing you never knew you needed. How could he still feel so hard when your cock was weeping red, spurts of your own on that itchy sweater, the one abandoned on his desk a few moments later
After his fill, begrudgingly lettin you off his cock he’d have your body bent awkwardly on his desk, limps all over the place lickin up his mess when it oozed out of the puffy pucker between your cheeks, letting an almost feral growl when you tried mufflin those as he called them “pretty boy sounds” in that sweater. Your peaks were raw an tender pressed too his desk sore from his mouth jus like your hole, he was like a starved man, like a thirsty man in the desert an you were the gods nectar against his tongue, each delve an glide inside you makin you all flushed, from face T’ shoulder, only lettin ya leave when you couldn’t physically bare it anymore.
“I’ll fix it in the grade book” he’d breath out weak out of breath, his hands shaky, your hips bared the scorn of those hands, you had thought. His tie was loose his face red with a wet mouth down to his slickened chin, his stomach hot full of your taste he was delighted crackin a grin with those lust filled eyes watchin ya dress back an limp on out.
heeeeaaat me out!!!! task force 141 are supposed to eliminate reader, but he’s such a pretty boy they decide to keep him instead – he’s really confused about it, but he blushes so pretty when they call him good
Ohoho, I like this prompt. Hear y’ out, I will. Here comes some dark!141, so sorry if y’ were wantin’ fluff.
[ poly!141 x enemy!m!reader. tw for mentions of hallucinations, meds, blood, and kidnapping. dubcon/noncon pen + handies and rated m/e content. ]
“Eyes on the target. Do we advance, sir?”
Ghost’s voice growls low through the comms as he, Price, Soap, and Gaz make a silent sweep of the large apartment. It’s apparent that only one person lives there— only one robe on the bathroom door, only one toothbrush on the sink, only one pair of shoes by the door.
However, it’s a lavish place, easy big enough for a family of four. You didn’t get it with your own money, of course. No, daddy got it for you. You’re the son of a ruthless warlord that the 141 have been hunting for months now. Your father has slipped out of their grasps every time, but now that they’ve found you… You’ll tell them what they want to know, or you’ll die. Maybe they can use your dead body as a bargaining chip. Live hostages are too messy.
“Affirm,” Price replies, keeping his voice low so he can’t be heard over the sound of you humming as you eat dinner in your fancily-outfitted kitchen. “Remember, shoot to disable, not to kill. Kneecaps work.”
Like a pack of wolves, the team creep forward through the hallway. They expected you to have guards, maybe a hired thug, but there’s nobody. Just the target.
Price finally catches sight of you. You’re a small, scrawny thing, dressed in an oversized pink hoodie. You’re in shorts and house slippers, with a head full of neatly-stylized curls. Not exactly the aesthetic they were expecting.
Just as Ghost is raising his gun from his place around the corner into the living room, you hop off of the barstool you’re sitting on, turning like you’re going to head straight for the lieutenant.
You stop abruptly, giving a squeak of surprise as you’re faced with a six-four tank of a man dressed all in black, wearing a skull mask and toting a semi-automatic. Your eyes are big, rounded. You barely look a day over eighteen, hell, sixteen, though they know that you’ve just turned twenty. You have a box of Panda Express takeout in your hand, stabbed through with a fork. You’d been eating dinner.
Ghost doesn’t shoot. He should have, he knows his orders, but damn, if you aren’t a pretty little thing. Skin dewy and glowing, probably have a skincare routine. Fookin’ Gen Z. Your little blue slippers have googly eyes on them. They’re staring into his soul.
You remain frozen, mouth framed in a perfect “O.” Then you breathe a sigh of relief, waving a dismissive hand at him. “Okay. Okay, yeah. Doctor said the new meds could potentially cause hallucinations. It’s fine.” You’re already walking back towards the counter. “Let’s just call him up, and we’ll try something different. No worries. I know it’s a hallucination, so I’m not crazy. It’s fine.”
The 141 can do nothing but stare as you plop back down on the barstool, take another bite of food, and pick up your phone. Shit. They can’t risk you calling for help.
In a flash of light and a muzzled bark from the silencer, your phone explodes from your hand in a spray of blood. You cry out, glass shards from the screen imbedded in your palm, fingers torn from bullet that Ghost had sent your way.
You clutch your hand to your chest, whimpering softly. “Ow— ow. Fuck. Ow.”
Price lumbers forward, taking back control of the situation. His sidearms clicks as he places the barrel to your head. You go perfectly still.
“Easy now, lad. Just tell us what we want t’ know, an’ we’ll be on our way.”
You swallow, eyes swollen with tears as your head drips blood onto your countertop. “F-fine. What do you w-want to know?”
You’re being strangely coherent, Price thinks to himself. Usually, there’s lots of screaming. You’re just sniffling in pain.
“Where’s your father?”
You angle your head up at him. “Daddy? I don’t know. He’s away on business, like always.”
“Business, eh? More deals?”
“Deals?” Your brows pinch in confusion. “I guess that’s what marketing is.”
“Marketing?” Gaz asks, bewildered.
You give a tiny nod. “H-he owns his own company. He’s probably out looking for investors.”
“His own ‘company,’ eh?” Price grunts. “Sounds about right for a cover story. But you know the truth, don’t you? Spill. We want contacts, names, numbers. You’ve got ten seconds.”
You hunch your shoulders up in fear, your hand slipping in the blood smeared all over your shirt, seat, and counter. “I— I don’t know. Please. I don’t know what you mean.”
Whap.
You’re knocked off of the barstool with a yelp as Price backhands you. You land on the floor, instinctively curling in on yourself to protect your soft belly and vulnerable organs from another blow.
“Captain, maybe we should…” Gaz begins hesitantly, but Price has already toed you in the side with his boot. Hard enough to bruise badly.
“Quiet, sergeant. He knows more than he’s letting on.”
“Please stop,” you hiccup, tears starting to overflow down your cheeks. “My dad’s a business guy. His company makes computers or something. You have the wrong people!”
“Like hell we do,” Ghost snorts. “Y’ father is an international threat. That means, by proxy, you are, too. You either tell us what y’ know about daddy’s business, or the next bullet from m’ gun goes into y’ head.”
Price hauls you upright, forcing you against the counter. “We’ll bring him in alive. It’s not ideal, but the interrogators will be able to get something out of him.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you exclaim, wriggling in his grasp. He elbows you in the gut and you fold double, dropping to the floor again. You try to rise, but you’re lightheaded and in pain. You’ve never been roughed up before, never been struck.
“Captain.” Gaz steps in front of you. “Look at him. He doesn’t know anything. He’s just a kid.”
Price stares down at you as you try to weakly sit up, dazed and smeared with crimson. The captain’s eyes harden, then soften, and he holsters his sidearm. Damn you if you aren’t still the cutest lad he’s seen in a long time. Those plush lips would feel like silk wrapped around his—
“We’ll bring him in, decide what to do with him later,” the captain decides. “Gaz, Soap. Help him up. Fix his hand.”
The two sergeants scoop you up, planting you back on the barstool. Gaz gets out his medical kit as you droop dizzily against the countertop.
“Easy, now, give me your hand,” the Brit murmurs. “Soap, hold him still.”
“Aye. He’s gonnae squirm,” the Scotsman agrees sympathetically, bracing one arm around you to keep you propped up. “Just relax, lad. Gaz is good at this.”
“Captain, fill a bowl with some tap water for me,” Gaz says, getting out a roll of gauze and a pair of tweezers.
Price grumbles, but does as Gaz asked, filling a big popcorn bowl with water and bringing it over. Gaz dunks your hand in, washing away the blood, and then gets to work plucking the fragments of glass from your fingers. You whimper and struggle at first, but when you realize that Soap is holding you fast, you instead lean against the Scotsman, closing your eyes and pressing your face against his neck. He shushes you comfortingly, unable to help but fall back into ‘brother mode’ after having spent his childhood looking after his sisters. You shiver and tremble, but don’t make much noise, allowing Gaz to work.
Once your hand is clean and bandaged, he taps some pain medicine out into his palm and then presses them to your lips with a glass of water. “Swallow.”
You manage to swallow, your eyes flickering back open. Your hand is throbbing, burning. “Hurts…”
Soap hushes you again, resting his chin on the top of your head. He gives Price his best puppy eyes. “Cap’n, he’s nae more’n a wean. We cannae toss him tae the wolves.”
“Are you questioning my orders, sergeant?” Price asks bluntly, an edge to his voice. Soap lowers his gaze.
“No, sir.”
“Good. Then get the boy on his feet and let’s get out of here.”
* * *
They force you down the elevator, through the lobby. You catch sight of the doorman’s foot sticking out of a supply closet. You nearly start crying again. You liked him. He was nice. Now he’s dead.
They maneuver you into an unassuming black car. You don’t know the make or model. It’s small, barely enough room for the men without you there. There’s only two backseats, meaning that you end up perched on Soap’s lap, hunkered against his chest.
You have no idea where you’re going or what will happen to you. You wish that they had at least let you pack an overnight bag. Your sweatshirt is all bloody.
The car hits a pothole, and you’re bounced against Soap’s lap. His tight tactical trousers leave little to the imagination, and to your horror, you feel yourself start to chub up at the bulge underneath you.
Soap can’t help but notice, of course not. Endorphins are running high, stress hormones roaring. His arm brushes against your crotch as he repositions you for a little more modesty. The friction nearly makes you moan aloud, your shorts now sporting a visible tent.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Soap mutters. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. Another pothole has your hips jerking forward reflexively. Gaz is staring now, too. He’s giving Soap a look that screams don’t-you-even-think-about-it.
Soap shifts you again, and you give a little gasp. You’re mortified, humiliated, but you’ve never been on another man’s lap before, and Soap looks like a fucking model. A Scottish Adonis. Those blue eyes could pierce through steel.
Soap’s hips angle up. You grind down in response, your eyes glazed over with arousal. The sergeant slips his hand under the too-long hem of your sweatshirt to grip the front of your shorts. You nearly squeal out loud. He’s rough, not even really palming you, so much as nastily groping, pushing hard with the pad of his thumb until there’s a wet spot on the fabric.
Gaz is reaching over in a panic to drag Soap’s hand away when the first noise escapes you. You mewl so sweetly, your body begging for more. Price nearly swerves off the road. Ghost’s eyes snap up to the rearview mirror, locking onto the scene in the backseat.
“Make him make tha’ noise again.”
Price’s voice is as rough as sandpaper. He jerks the car onto a side-street and pulls over onto the shoulder of the road, slamming on the breaks and making the team all jerk forward.
Soap wastes no time, his hand shoving down your shorts to expose your tiny pair of white briefs with little blue hearts. Then the briefs go down, too, as you gasp and try to pull away. Gaz’s hand grabs your legs, holding them down over his lap. Soap spits on his hand and then starts to stroke you, and you moan softly. It’s awful, but it feels so good. Your cock presses against your belly when he lets go, perked up and leaking precum. The Scottish sergeant begins to play with your balls, fondling them with enough pressure that you cry out again until he soothes you with a thumb swiped across the head of your cock.
Both Price and Ghost have turned in their seats to watch. The captain’s hand is down his tac trousers. Ghost is palming himself over his jeans.
Gaz spreads your legs open further, exposing your puckered little hole. Soap pops two fingers in his mouth, soaking them with spit, then shoves them into you without a word of prep. This time you do squeal, bucking up at the burning stretch, but Gaz forces your knees up so that your feet are flat against his left leg. Soap pumps his fingers in and out, crooking them until he finds that spot that makes you stop breathing. Stars explode behind your eyes as his fingers rub forcefully over that special bundle of nerves, milking your prostate until you’re sobbing again, this time in pleasure. Your cock jumps, twitches, and spurts a load of cum. Soap pulls his fingers out with a nasty, wet pop, scooping the spend from your belly to use as lube before shoving three fingers back in.
You jerk as he scissors his fingers, spreading you open until your hole gapes when he draws back again. You hear him fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper, and then you’re suddenly being shoved down on his five-inch cock.
You scream, reflexively biting down onto the junction of his shoulder. He grunts in pain but ignores you, fucking up into the warmth of your body. All you can do is be manhandled, made to take it like a fleshlight as he uses you without holding back. You sieze up as you cum again, sobbing for breath amidst a sticky mess of snot and tears. Salt runs down into your mouth.
With a low groan, Soap pushes deep into you and orgasms, pumping a load of hot seed into your belly. Not a drop escapes, he makes sure of that, holding you corkscrewed down until his cock is softening inside of you.
When Soap finally pulls you up and off of him, there’s a gush of gooey cum that floods down your thighs, ruining your briefs and shorts. You hiccup weakly, clutching your bandaged hand to your chest as you’re passed over to Gaz, preparing for the worst. But the Brit cradles you in strong arms, rocking you back and forth.
“Shhh… shh… good boy… such a pretty boy, you did so good. I know, Johnny’s so rough, isn’t he? Poor baby.”
You feel your face pinken at the pet names, even as you snuffle and press your tear-streaked face against his chest. You hear two bitten-off noises as Price and Ghost both reach their own peaks in the front seat.
Price is the first to zip up and collect himself, grabbing a wad of napkins from the glove box and wiping off his hands. He clears his throat, starts the car back up, and guides the vehicle back out onto the main road without another word.
“Guess we might have t’ keep this one,” Ghost comments, almost begrudgingly. “Seein’ as y’ already ruined ‘im, Johnny.”
Soap gives a breathless laugh, his head lolling against the back of the seat. “Fag’s a good fuck, that’s f’ sure, Lt.”
Gaz strokes your hair, inspecting your sex-swollen hole for any blood or damage. You’ll be bruised and sore, but remain mostly unhurt, except for your hand, which will need a proper doctor to take a look at it.
“Hear that, pretty boy?” Gaz murmurs. “We’re keeping you.”
Contains/Warning: Male reader, male x male, amab, m4m, mlm, m!reader, bottom male reader, my oc (Atashi) x m!reader, cockwarming, meantions of buttplug once, office s3x(?), age gap: 19 y.o - 29 y.o, not proofread
Genre: Smut
Note; "This is so messy, I rushed a bit but otherwise I did my best. The beginning was kind of messy but I tried lmao. But I may or may not rewrite/redo this another time."
You and Atashi have been secretly dating, acting completely normal when you're in his classes or when you see him outside of class. Maybe in the halls, cafeteria, school yard, etc. Totally not stealing glances, sending him kisses when no one was looking, winks, messages as well as dirty pictures.
There was this one time where Atashi was in a meeting with other teachers and his boss. You had sent him a picture of your new thong that you wore along with the new cat tail buttplug and cat ears followed by a text saying; 'I'm waiting for you to come home, baby.' And boy, oh, boy did he rush to get home as fast as possible after the meeting. You got punished that night for doing what you did and couldn't walk for a while. Not that you complained, you enjoyed it.
Currently you got told to stay after class by Mr. Park himself. You didn't know why but you complied anyway. Little did you know that you would 'regret' that soon.
He had asked you to cockwarm him and so, you really couldn't deny it. Why? Because it is your punishment after all the teasing you did in his class today. Currently you are sitting on his lap as his girthy and lengthy cock is buried deep inside of you. Every time he would slightly move, his member would brush against your sweet spot which made you a moaning mess each time. As much as you were enjoying this, you were on edge. Afraid if someone will walk in and notice the two of you.
Atashi seems to have noticed that you are on edge and decided to tease you further. Lifting your hips as his cock slipped out. Your hole clenching and unclenching from the missing feeling, whining. In a swift motion, he flipped you over and bent you over his desk. Pushing the papers off of his desk as he removed your skirt and panties, tossing them somewhere before he slips back inside of your tight muscle ring. Your eyes widened as your eyes got glossy real quick, tears filling the corners of your eyes as they stream down your cheeks. Feeling him stretch you wide open all over again, the burning sensation mixing with the pleasure felt like heaven. Soon after he starts pounding into you, sliding in and out of your tight pucker which drew a moan out of you.
You try to grip onto his desk and it wasn't much of a success. His hands roam your body, going under your oversized tee, reaching up to your nipples as he pinches and twists them. It only adds more pleasure to your body. Sliding a hand down to your hip as he holds you tightly, it'll probably leave a mark. Sliding both of his hands down as well as he grabs your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he watches his cock disappear in and out of you. An amused expression was evident on his face, groaning at the sight in front of him. Giving your ass a slap as he watches you tighten around him which only drew out a whimper from you. Atashi lowly chuckles as he lowers down to your neck, kissing and biting it. Leaving love bites behind before he goes back and continues to pound into you.
The desk was rocking as a few items fell off the table, Atashi couldn't care less as he could clean the mess afterwards. Your eyes roll back from the intense pleasure and your tongue lolls out. He picks up the pace as you start to move back and forth on his member. Trying to match his rythm as a grunt escaped his lips.
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The room was filled with skin slapping against each other, moans, whimpers and grunts. You were a moaning mess at this point. Being a bitch in heat as he ruins you, you could barely form any sentences or words. You feel your stomach tighten as you near your climax. Atashi hits your sweet spot as it sends you over the stars and makes you come, painting your stomach and desk with white ropes. You tighten around his cock as a low groan escapes his lips, shooting his load inside of your gummy and warm walls, painting them with thick white ropes. Burying his cock deep inside of you as he slides in and out of you to ride out his high. Sliding a hand down to your member and helping you ride out your own. Fisting your dick as more moans leave your lips.
Atashi slips out of your tight pucker as a smirk is plastered on his face. He watches his cum ooze out of your red, ruined pucker. You feel spent and weak while your eyes flutter close, incoherent mumbles and noises escape your lips before you pass out cold from the overwhelming pleasure.
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You wake up in a whole different place, what seemed to be your shared house. Eyes fluttering open as you adjust to the light while looking around. Taking in everything until you notice you are completely dressed up and clean again. Wearing your favourite pyjamas, his oversized black tee and your red, silky short shorts.
Soon after you feel the bed dip, turning your head to the side as it is Atashi who laid down on the bed. A warm and loving smile spreads across your face as he smiles back, being the first to speak up, "Hello, baby boy. How're you feeling?" His deep voice always made your heart flutter, slightly nodding your head. "Hi hi, love.. I'm feeling well, surprisingly no soreness," you say as a small giggle left your lips. Atashi chuckles and wraps his arms around you, putting your head on his chest as he rests his chin on top of your head. "Good to hear that, I'm glad."
AN: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so sorry if it’s not the best. I had a lot of fun writing it and will probably write more in the future. Tell me if you like it and feel free to leave any tips for new writers🫠
Tags: blood mentioned, smut, top choso, amab reader, spit as lube, biting, idk what else
“Baby pleaseeeee, just one little bite?…” Choso whined as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses starting from your shoulder.
“Cho, I fed you earlier. You hungry again already?” You whispered back softly as your body trembled, caught off guard by the sensation of your lover’s lips against your skin. The feeling moving down your body and stopping itself right at your cock.
His kisses somehow always managed to get you all hot and bothered within minutes, like he knew exactly where you were sensitive and where he'd get the best reaction out of you...which he totally did.
You don't exactly remember how this absolute hunk of a man had become yours, but he'd been like this for as long as you could recall. A clingy, obsessive, and needy guy with a taste for blood. Specifically, your blood. And you'd always give it up willingly. I mean, who could refuse such a cutie when he looked so good on his knees, grabbing at your thighs, just begging for a taste - a drop of your heavenly fluids? Definitely not you. Never in a million years.
So, when that same cutie came marching around the corner, plopping down beside you, and pulling you into his lap, who were you to ignore his requests?
“ ‘m not hungry. Just want another taste of you right now..." Choso's breathing was heavy and deliberate as he began to inhale in your scent. He took in all of you as if your existence was fleeting, like you'd disappear from his arms at any given moment and he needed to have all of you before that moment ever came near.
As your lover continued to plant kisses across your nape, you couldn't help but feel your pants tighten around your crotch, a bulge forming. "I guess one more wouldn't hurt..." You finally replied, deciding that you too, needed a taste of him.
He smiled as he heard your words. His soft smirk transformed into a fang baring grin, his breathing heavy as he leaned in.
You winced as you felt a bit of pain slowly blooming above your clavicle.
His teeth pierced your flesh, small droplets of red slowly spilling from the wounds. Choso lapped up the blood, sucking out the prized liquid.
His movements soon became more erratic after tasting you. Hands roamed your body, trying to feel all of you at once. He had decided that your clothes were his biggest enemy at the moment. Keeping him from seeing your body, his interpretation of absolute perfection.
So, he tore them all off you.
"You really could've just asked me to undress for you..." You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief as the mangled remains of your favorite shorts laid at your side. Whatever, you'd find a way to make him buy you better ones in the future. Right now, all you wanted to focus on was how you were going to handle Choso manhandling you for the next few hours.
-In the bedroom
Choso was kneeling in front of you, head resting on your lap as he looked up at you with a smitten look on his face. The way he admired you, his eyes devouring every part of your body. It made your erection throb with excitement, a bead of precum already forming at the slit.
"God, sweetheart... You're so fuckin' gorgeous… and pretty eager for me by the looks of it." Choso giggled, kissing his way up your inner thighs. He took his sweet time savoring everywhere his lips touched, loving how your legs trembled beneath his touch.
He would leave deep bite marks on your thighs, the pain blending with the pleasure you got from him. Most of the marks oozed blood before he thoroughly licked it all up, causing you to shiver.
“B-babe..please. You’re just teasing me at this point..” You whined, yearning for him to just take you completely.
“ ‘m sorry, love..I guess-I got carried away..”Choso chuckled softly, his attention moving to your cock. He hooked his hands underneath your legs, spreading you even wider while closing the distance between you guys.
You moaned, bucked your hips forward as you felt Choso licking your cock, leaving wet stripes of saliva up the shaft. Then, he took it in his mouth.
He tightened his grip on you, bobbing his head back and forth on your cock as his tongue massaged your tip. Taking you was hardly a challenge for him despite your above average size.
“Ngh! W-wait…give-give me a second.” You cried out. Choso, too engrossed in the feeling of you, ignored your pleas. He only moved faster, causing more moans and grunts to spill from your lips.
“C-Cho, ‘m c-close…so cl-close!” Hearing your words, your lover immediately slowed, coming to a complete stop as he released your cock from its oral confinement with a small pop.
“Don’t cum too fast, babe. I want us to do it together.” He said, finally climbing up on the bed with you. Once again, his hands found their place on your legs, pushing your thighs up to your chest with your ankles over his shoulders.
“Make sure to tell me if i’m going too far. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Choso said, leaning down for a kiss. Your lips met a short yet sweet embrace, one that left you begging for more of him.
Once he pulled away, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and making sure they were nice and wet.
Somehow, the sight of his bloodstained lips sucking his fingers gave you butterflies in your stomach which were soon overpowered by the sensation of his fingers poking and prodding at your exposed rim.
Once he decided he’d teased you enough, He pushed his fingers deep inside you, earning an arch from your back followed by a soft moan.
He continued to thrust his hand inside you, his fingers scissoring open your tight hole for later use. You met his thrusts, clenching and grinding around his fingers, aching for more. “I-I need you, Cho…so bad. P-please, give it to me. I can take it…I’ll be good, promise…”
His already rock hard cock throbbed painfully against his boxers at the sight of you. You were coming undone for him while not have even reaching the main event. “You’re already doing so good for me, baby boy. Just stay like that, you’re absolutely perfect.”
As he took his fingers out, a dissatisfied whine left you mouth, making it known that you were getting impatient.
Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, because in a matter of seconds, you felt Choso’s member enter you. His vigorous thrusts following suit.
Wet plaps, the grunts and whines of your lover combined with the chorus of your pleasure filled moans created a symphony of sexual noise in the room.
“F-Fuck! B-Baby…y-you’re still so tight. It’s too much.” He groaned, plowing into your ass even deeeper. Your g-spot was being absolutely destroyed by him and his obscenely large dick.
“I-if ya keep doin’ that…i’m gonna c-cum…won’t be able to hold it, b-babe…” You managed to mutter out, despite the ever increasing pleasure filling your insides. Tears formed in your eyes as you latched on to Choso’s back, nails digging into his skin.
“D-Don’t hold it in…C-cum for me, love…I’m so close too!”
With those words, you allowed yourself to let go, your body being sent over the edge, orgasming. As you came, you clenched around Choso as if trying to make your hole remember every ridge and vein his cock carried.
Warm ropes of semen painted your chest, some even landing on your face. This sight of you, all messy looking and with cum spilled all over yourself, was what sent Choso past his limit.
“F-fuck, I’m cummin’!”
His grip on you tightened as he leaned his face into your neck and bit down, hard. Many whimpers escaped his occupied lips as he shot his load inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed.
The two of you lied there for a good while, Choso, licking the fresh wound he had made before looking back at you with his puppy dog eyes.
He gave you a surprise visit while you were mining. You finally found some diamonds and didn't want to deal with him, so you took your pills.
But he was still present, and now your felt stiff in your lower half.
Worst of all, August didn't look all that surprised.
Word count: 1511
Minors do not interact!
CW: Tempering with Medication, Grinding, Dubious Consent
Reader is AMAB
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It was uncomfortable.
Even if the cave spiders or sneaking creepers didn't give a damn about your current predicament, you still felt embarrassed by the ordeal. You had to skip visiting the nearby village because of this.
As you mined and tended to your crops and animals, the annoying friction in your pants kept making you wish the day would end sooner.
You kept wondering when and how August had the chance to temper with your medication. An even bigger question was 'why'? You could write it off as a prank of this old creep, but he rarely was in the mood for jokes. Even then, his sense of humour didn't allow for such... perversities.
His eyes sure looked more intrigued when the tent formed right in front of him.
Night came slowly as it could. You were putting away the last batch of cooked pork in your food pantry (which for the time being was a simple double chest), when you heard August emerge from the ground again.
"Hallo, love~" He greeted you, with his signature mocking grin. You only spared him a quick glance, then looked back into the chest. You didn't see him holding his knife, which surprised you. "I see you're happy to see me."
"What if I have a knife on me too, and I just happen to keep it there?" You bit back, annoyance clear in your voice. August hummed, then as if he was at home, leaned against your furnace (which was still very hot to the touch).
"I don't take you to be this stupid, but I love it when you surprise me."
You regretted talking to him.
His footsteps were faint as he approached you. In seconds, he was standing behind you. You quietly closed the chest and made your way to your bed. You held your own iron sword in your hand, in case this prick decided to be "funny" again. You laid down and quickly closed your eyes.
"Do I bother you?" The mattress didn't even sink under him when he sat down by your waist. You heard his hand brush against the blanket but didn't actually feel it.
Good, so he really wasn't real.
You turned away from him. You thought surely, he would leave after a while, and then you could take care of your problem at hand in peace.
Sadly, patience was a virtue August deemed worthy to practice. He even lit a cigarette. What a nerve...
"Want me to help with... that?" He broke the silence. You didn't answer him and instead jumped out of your bed on the other side. You knew you had more of those pills in one of your chests.
August watched, occasionally huffing out a big cloud of smoke as you searched around. You found the extra medicine bottles... they all had those cursed blue pills in them...
You groaned in frustration.
"You should tidy up in there." You wanted to punch him so bad, and he kept talking. "Who puts their food next to the freshly mined coal? It dirtied my coat."
Worst of all, you had just run out of the ingredients to make the medication yourself. Even though you could just go out and hunt some monsters for it, the thought of a skeleton accidentally hitting you down there didn't seem so appealing to you.
Without much choice, you made your way back to your bed. It's not like this would be the first night August watched you sleep. You couldn't and possibly would never get used to it, but until you managed to find a way to permanently make him disappear, all you could do was complain.
You laid onto the soft sheets and closed your eyes. For a bit all you could hear was your and August's breathing, unsynchronized.
You sneaked a hand over to your bulge. You tried your best to be as subtle as possible.
"Mein Gott, do you have no shame?" He snickered. You heard him throw the cigarette away (you hoped it wouldn't light the house of fire). His coat swished gently as he stood up. With light steps, he circled around the bed. You knew he was in front of you.
"Say... " His tobacco tainted breath fanned over your face. It made you scrunch up your nose. "If I'm not real, then why are you embarrassed?"
If he's not real, then why is he still talking?!
You hear him move. His unbearable smoky smell hits your nose. You turned onto your back.
"It's your house. Your bed." Your blood freezes. You felt him touch you through the blanket. "Do as you like, liebe~"
You hated when he spoke in German. It felt disgusting from his mouth. It always sounded like he was mocking you.
Still, it made you feel an unfamiliar, but pleasant tingle deep in you when he did. You blamed your loneliness for it.
Suddenly, your waist was pinned to the bed by something very heavy. You opened one eye, just enough to see what was happening.
August was straddling you. He was sitting right on your dick. The bastard let out a satisfied grunt as he wiggled around a bit, getting himself more comfortable.
You should've pushed him off, yell at him the get the hell away from you. You were tired, so the last thing you wanted was to be toyed with like this.
You pulled your arms out of the covers and grabbed onto August's waist. To your shock, you felt the hilt of his knife through his coat. Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your wrists.
"Careful now!" August cooed, drawing circles with his thumbs into your arms. "You almost got cut." He quickly redirected your arms, pinning them next to your head.
You now felt his own erection brush against yours.
"Now look." He muttered into your face. "I can't go around like this."
He pushed himself against you in a rough manner. "Guess we're even now so..." He burrowed his head into the crook of your neck. "Why don't we help each other? ~"
Looks like you weren't about to get rid of him. "Make it quick." You rambled, before you could regret it. It earned a small smirk from August. You weren't exactly sure what he had in mind, but you were too tired to care.
He continued with rocking his hips, rubbing your erections against each other. You had to admit it, it felt good. August enjoyed himself too, which was evident from his huffs getting more vocal. Out of nowhere, he put his large hand over your bulge, sizing it up.
"Gott in Himmel, you've got quiet the arsenal." He even gave it a cruel squeeze, as if him talking wasn't irritating enough. To get him back on track, you bucked into him hard. He winced, then quickly put his hand back to your wrist.
"Now what was that for?" He squeezed both of your wrists, hard. He stopped moving his hips. It didn't faze you.
"Get out if you can't concentrate!" You answered, trying to wiggle out from under him. Of course, he didn't let you get away. August clicked his tongue in disappointment.
"I had some other plans for you tonight, but I guess you're just too impatient."
You rolled your eyes at him. As if you wanted to spend any more time with him than necessary.
Thankfully, he resumed to grinding. You finally felt your lower region starting to build up tension it could release. To hurry things up, you began to move too. August, surprised at first, rewarded it with a content sigh.
As he started to speed up, mumbling sweet nothings in his mother tongue above you, you felt your orgasm coming soon. You both were close, but August noticed that you might come a bit later.
Just when he was about to, he lifted his hips up. You finally opened your eyes in confusion.
"What the hell are you doing?" You asked. He quickly captured your wrists in one hand, and with the free one he tore the blanket away from you. He freed your and his erection from their confines. You weren't that surprised to see that his penis was large (given his height). Though, it was weird (a.k.a making you pretty damn proud) to see how close to yours it was in size. He grabbed onto the two firmly, then started to pump.
You let out a loud whine at the sudden change in pace, but August was very much affected by this too.
"Putting you in your place." He choked out. With this new technique, you were now quickly close to coming too. Without noticing, you were bucking your dick into his palm.
Soon enough, you both came, right onto his fingers. Finally, you felt your dick lay to rest.
However, the demon above you remained. In fact, after cleaning his hand with a handkerchief, he laid himself onto you, trapping you under him.
"Sir." You blurted out, baffled by this. "Are you not going to leave?"
pairing: young naive Kageyama tobio x male reader, nsfw so minors begone
warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) male reader, smut, possessive, corruption, pervy m/n, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist, oral, overstimulation, praise
summary: m/n found Kageyama to be as cute as ever. but Kageyama aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, m/n more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let Kageyama forget him.
The library was an eerie sanctuary in the heart of the academy, a bastion of silence where whispers of knowledge danced between the dusty bookshelves. There, in the quietude, sat a young man with a furrowed brow, wrestling with the complexities of a book that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. His name was Kageyama Tobio, a boy whose youthful innocence was as stark as the white pages he studied with feverish intensity.
Entering the library, the m/n couldn't help but notice the desperate look etched on Kageyama's face. With a knowing smile, he approached Kageyama, whose eyes flickered up with hope at the interruption. "Having trouble, Kageyama?" he asked, his voice a gentle caress that seemed to echo in the hallowed space.
Kageyama nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. "It's this assignment," he whispered, his eyes pleading for salvation. "I just don't get it." The m/n's smile grew, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne wrapping around Kageyama like a warm embrace. "Maybe you just need the right kind of... guidance," he murmured, his fingers brushing against the nape of Kageyama's neck. The younger boy shivered, his pupils dilating at the touch.
"What do you mean?" Kageyama stuttered, his curiosity piqued. The m/n leaned even closer, his breath hot against Kageyama's ear. "I mean, I could help you. But it's going to cost you something," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. Kageyama swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest. He knew what the m/n was implying, but the thought of failing his assignment was too much to bear.
With a shaky nod, Kageyama agreed, his eyes never leaving the m/n's intense gaze. The m/n's smile grew into a grin, his teeth flashing white. He slid his hand down Kageyama's back, resting it possessively on his hip. "Come with me," he said, standing up and offering a hand. Kageyama took it, his palm sweaty, and allowed himself to be led to a secluded corner of the library, where a single desk stood, shrouded by tall bookshelves.
Once there, the m/n pushed Kageyama's chair closer, his thighs brushing against the other boy's. He leaned over, his breath warm against Kageyama's cheek as he pointed at the text. "Let's see what you're dealing with," he said, his tone low and intimate. As Kageyama tried to focus on the words in front of him, he could feel the m/n's eyes scanning his body, lingering on his neck and the soft swell of his chest beneath his shirt. The heat from the older man's body washed over him, making it hard to concentrate.
The m/n's hand began to trace lazy circles on Kageyama's thigh, his fingers inching closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants. Kageyama's breath hitched, his eyes darting around the library, fearful that someone would see. But the m/n's grip was firm, his gaze unyielding. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "I'll make sure you understand everything."
Kageyama felt his resolve waver, his body responding to the m/n's touch despite his mind screaming for him to stop. The m/n noticed his distraction and leaned in, his teeth grazing Kageyama's earlobe. "You're so cute when you're desperate," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down Kageyama's spine. His hand slid up, cupping Kageyama's growing erection through his pants. "But let's get to work, shall we?"
The lesson began with the m/n explaining the assignment, his voice a soft purr that seemed to coax understanding from the very pages of the book. But his touch remained constant, his hand moving in slow, maddening strokes that had Kageyama squirming in his seat. He tried to focus on the words, but his mind kept drifting to the sensation of the m/n's hand on him, the promise of more just out of reach.
The tension grew with each passing moment, the m/n's grip tightening, his strokes becoming more insistent. Kageyama's cheeks burned, his body betraying him as he grew harder under the older man's touch. His eyes darted to the m/n's, searching for any sign of mercy, but all he found was a glint of possessiveness, a hint of the predator claiming his prey.
The m/n leaned in closer, his nose brushing against Kageyama's neck as he whispered, "You're doing so well, baby. But I think you need a little... incentive." With that, he leaned down and placed a soft, wet kiss just below Kageyama's ear, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Kageyama's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp.
The m/n took the opportunity to slip his hand into Kageyama's pants, his warm fingers wrapping around the younger boy's erection. Kageyama's hips jerked, his eyes snapping back to the m/n's, wide with shock and arousal. "Is this what you want?" the m/n asked, his voice a low growl. "To be mine, to have me help you like this?"
Kageyama's voice was a strangled whisper. "Yes," he managed to croak out, his entire body trembling with need. The m/n smirked, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming faster. "Good boy," he murmured, his other hand coming up to pinch Kageyama's nipple through his shirt. "Keep going, you're almost there."
Kageyama's eyes squeezed shut, his teeth biting into his bottom lip to stifle his moans. The library's silence was a stark contrast to the storm raging within him, the m/n's touch setting him alight. He could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building like a crescendo in his core.
And just as he was about to reach the peak, the m/n stopped, his hand withdrawing from Kageyama's pants. "Not yet," he said, his voice a command. "You still have work to do." Kageyama whimpered, his body protesting the sudden absence of the m/n's touch. But the m/n was unrelenting, his hand returning to the text. "Focus, baby. You can do it."
The next few minutes were a blur of words and sensations, the m/n's hand guiding Kageyama through the assignment while his other hand teased and tormented him. Each time Kageyama thought he couldn't take it anymore, the m/n would slow down, whispering sweet nothings that kept him on the edge. It was a delicate dance of power and submission, the m/n expertly playing Kageyama's body like an instrument.
Finally, with the assignment completed and Kageyama's mind hazy with lust, the m/n leaned back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Good job," he said, his voice a purr. "Now, let's discuss your payment." Kageyama looked up at him, his eyes glazed with need. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The m/n's smile grew wolfish. "I want you," he said simply, his hand moving back to Kageyama's thigh. "And I want everyone to know it." Kageyama's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in shock. "What do you mean?" he stammered.
The m/n leaned in, his mouth hovering over Kageyama's. "I want you to be mine, in every way. And I want to show you off." His hand moved to Kageyama's chin, tilting it up. "You'll be my little exhibitionist, baby. You'll do anything for me, won't you?"
Kageyama's breath hitched, his body responding to the m/n's dominance despite his racing thoughts. He nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes," he breathed, his voice shaking.
The m/n's smile grew, his hand sliding back into Kageyama's pants. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head of Kageyama's cock. "Now, let's seal the deal."
With a firm grip, the m/n began to stroke Kageyama again, his movements swift and sure. Kageyama's hips bucked, his body begging for release. The m/n leaned in, capturing his mouth in a brutal kiss, claiming him as his own. Kageyama moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as the m/n's other hand slipped beneath his shirt, pinching and tweaking his nipples.
The m/n broke the kiss, his teeth grazing Kageyama's bottom lip. "You're going to come for me," he said, his voice a demand. "And when you do, you're going to scream my name so everyone in this library knows who you belong to."
Kageyama's eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement. The m/n's hand moved faster, his thumb pressing down in a rhythmic pattern that had Kageyama's toes curling in his shoes. The older man's eyes never left his, a dark promise in their depths that made Kageyama's stomach flip. He tried to hold back the moan building in his chest, but it was a losing battle.
The m/n's other hand slid down to Kageyama's waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving little bruises that made Kageyama's skin tingle. The pressure built, his muscles tightening, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yeah," the m/n encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. "Let it go, baby. Show me how much you want this."
With a strangled cry, Kageyama came, his body arching off the chair. The m/n's hand never stopped moving, drawing out every last drop of pleasure, until Kageyama was boneless, panting heavily. The silence in the library was deafening, the only sound the rustle of pages and the occasional cough to cover the noise. Kageyama's cheeks burned, his eyes downcast, but the m/n didn't let him hide. He leaned in, his voice a gentle command. "Look at me."
Reluctantly, Kageyama lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting the m/n's. The older man's eyes were dark with desire, his own arousal evident in the bulge in his pants. He leaned in, capturing Kageyama's mouth in another kiss, one that was far from gentle. It was a claiming, a branding of ownership that had Kageyama's heart racing even faster.
When they broke apart, the m/n's hand was still on Kageyama's hip, his thumb tracing circles through the sticky mess on his stomach. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. "Now, let's get you cleaned up before we move on to the next lesson."
Kageyama's eyes widened, realizing that this wasn't the end of their rendezvous. The m/n stood up, pulling Kageyama to his feet and leading him to the bathroom. He pushed him into a stall, locking the door behind them with a decisive click. "Take off your pants," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Kageyama complied, his trembling hands fumbling with his belt. The m/n stepped closer, his own pants now open, his cock standing at attention. He watched Kageyama with a predatory gaze, his eyes hungry. Once Kageyama's pants were around his ankles, the m/n stepped in, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length. "You're so obedient," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "It's going to be so much fun breaking you in."
Kageyama's face was a mask of shock and arousal as the m/n bent him over the sink, his firm grip on his hip keeping him in place. The cold porcelain sent a shiver down Kageyama's spine, a stark contrast to the heat of the m/n's body pressing against him. He could feel the older man's cock against his ass, the tip teasing his entrance. "Please," he whimpered, his voice barely audible.
The m/n chuckled, the sound echoing off the tiles. "Please what?" he taunted, his breath hot against Kageyama's neck. "Please what, baby?"
"Please, just do it," Kageyama begged, his voice shaking. The m/n's grip tightened, his other hand coming down to slap Kageyama's ass with a resounding crack. The pain mixed with pleasure, making Kageyama's cock twitch. "You'll have to do better than that," the m/n said, his voice a dark challenge.
With a growl, the m/n pushed into him, the head of his cock stretching Kageyama open. Kageyama's cry was muffled by the m/n's hand over his mouth, his eyes watering with the sudden intrusion. The m/n didn't stop, pushing deeper, filling Kageyama completely. Kageyama's body tensed, his mind reeling from the sensation. It was too much, too overwhelming, but he couldn't deny the way his body was responding.
The m/n began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. Kageyama's moans grew louder, his body moving in time with the m/n's rhythm. He could feel the m/n's hand on his stomach, the pressure building, the promise of a bruise that would be a constant reminder of this moment. Each slap of flesh against flesh was a declaration of ownership, a promise of more to come.
The m/n's hand moved from Kageyama's mouth to his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Kageyama's eyes rolled back, his moans becoming more desperate. "That's it," the m/n murmured, his voice low and approving. "You're going to come for me again, aren't you?"
Kageyama nodded, unable to form words. The m/n's grip tightened, his strokes growing more insistent. Kageyama felt himself building to the edge, the pressure in his stomach unbearable. He could feel the m/n's cock pulsing inside him, the older man's breaths growing ragged. "Come for me," the m/n grunted, his voice thick with need. "Come on, baby."
And with that, Kageyama's body obeyed, his orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning. The m/n's hand on his stomach tightened, the pain mixing with the pleasure until Kageyama was seeing stars. The m/n groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into Kageyama, his cum filling the younger boy's ass.
"Now you're mine," he said, his voice a soft whisper. "And don't you ever forget it." Kageyama nodded, his legs shaking Kageyama trembling
ㅡhe's literally such an asshole. why did he always act like he knew more than you? why did he act so... deadpanned? why was he so much funnier and cooler than you?
ouh... the worst. his existence is a disturbance to your means to be nonchalant in the workplace! he's literally just some guy... just some fuckin guy who happens to be so pretty and often greets you warmly...
you didn't like talking to him, he's just a bother. a distraction. it's so hard to stop thinking about him, though... his pretty face, his plump lips, his hands... no. he's fucking ugly and you hate him.
the worst. of course it's the least obvious guy who happened to be an insane perverted stalker ( that's just how he likes it...), it almost always is.,,,, your little self-proclaimed boyfriend, had to keep to himself because he didn't want to draw any attention to himself! maybe. Not yet, anyway... but he's getting restless. he hates talking to strangers, he only wants to hear your voice. to feel your touch... it's so annoying.
why do you have to be so difficult? you're so irritating a virgin fucking loner - no wonder you have no friends. literally. he knows you know how to handle yourself...
but you're just so shy it makes him giddy for some reason... knowing he'd be your first... knowing you already take all the precautions of prep... knowing you fuck yourself so pathetically with a silicone dildo, experimenting with yourself. it's his favorite thing ever about you!
he's literally your boyfriend, and you haven't fucked him yet? You haven't even held his hand yet... honestly, he's getting pretty tired of you trying to keep away from him... do you honestly think he's gonna let you be a stupid idiot loner forever?
ㅡand also - you can't really expect anyone to actually love you, right? a degenerate freak like you? dude... who do you think cleans that damn drain strain?? all that fucking nut, bro??? dude you're fucking naaasty... only a true pervert can relate. he's perfect for you - and it's just a matter of time before you realize - acknowledge that.
ㅡhe couldn't believe his eyes... such a straight face while tugging on your prick. absolutely insane work... you always had a knack for making him laugh while hard. whatever.
he has to say... his favorite thing to see was you exploring yourself... besides witnessing your happiness in the comfort of your home. but this really takes the cake... click!
your pretty face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched as you touched yourself over your boxers. stimulating yourself with a vibrator. fuck, what he would do to touch you like that while inhaling your scent.. woof, amiright? besides the fact what hes already done... ...
and,,, deciding to take what he wants and what is so rightfully his??? slinking in like he owned the place, unperturbed that you might find him, and you do. in a short amount of time whilst he was lazing down the hallway... his nose twitches.
ㅡ"stop - stop screaming, it's just me." he waves you off, feigning annoyance. and it fucking works ???
you quiet, in confusion. dude, this is insane... what? dude. m-my coworker, who i totally hate and don't jack off to... wha....
ㅡ"what's going on, how did you even get in? ah - hey, what the fuck? get off me - weirdo!"
he hums, inhaling your scent deeply, arms locking you against him... uuhghhhh the smell of his boyfriend... uughhh fuuuck stop struggling n just let me hug you... ughhhh...
you falter, fidgeting slowing. weakening !! "ohhh, so you do want this to happen?"
ㅡ "n-not like this - not like this," you repeat defensively, eyes glossy,,, "are you listening to me...?" you beat against his back weakly, strength diminishing the longer he holds you. fuck he feels so good - that particular whiff of his cologne that you'd catch while barely even passing him at work,,, makes you lightheaded and fidgety,,, maybe it's just because you're so desperate for another's touch...
ㅡ"dude, have you always been this weak? or do you want me that badly... you can't lie to me, you know.,,, it's funny you think you can,," holy shit,,, like. youre coworker who you wish was you was actually a totally perverted insane stalker who wants to do you? so fucking crazy how life works...
totally forgot to send you the thirst I planned to send but I want to breed Francis Mosses. he’s so pathetic, I know he’d take it like a good boy
FRANCIS MOSSES 香菸 ── `` top reader. breeding kink.
exhaustion ghosted over your skin, haunting you with the possibility of collapsing and finally taking a faithful rest. that doesn’t happen, however, your hips continuing to roll into francis’ hole as his hands grip the sheets to keep him from losing it.
he’s whining into the smooth texture, drool tainting the fabric when he tries to speak. not to ask you to stop, but for more. francis was needy, he’ll admit that. he needs sleep himself, dark bags forming underneath his teary eyes. but all he really can focus on is how he feels so full, the feeling strange but so fucking good. you pull back to stare at how a milky trail of cum connects you to his gaping entrance, threatening to spill. “oh please, i beg you, sweetheart..”
you placed a hand onto the small of his back, forcing him to remain idle when you were completely aware he wanted to grind back against you. francis gasps, arching when the head of your cock meets his prostate with a slam. how many times have you finished inside of him? you’re not sure; maybe twice already.
“want you to continue- mmgh!” his words are cut off, quickening your pace because now your mind is set. francis can only whorishly moan, allowing you to satiate your hungry desire to take and take.
