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Tears of Themis

Vyn Richter

(｡◕‿◕｡)➜ A cottage amidst a field of flowers (Fluff) [Vyn Oneshot]

(｡◕‿◕｡)➜ Cool Summer: A Rewrite (Smut)

Luke Pearce

(｡◕‿◕｡)➜ Alluring Gaze: A Rewrite (Smut)

[deathskid]

ENGLISH 1113

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ troublemaker!gojo x professor!reader ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

❀ wc | 4.4k

❀ cw | nsfw, dubcon, college au, professor x student relationship, unprotected sex, asshole gojo, fingering, degradation, oral (m receiving), choking, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, squirting, creampie

nervous wasn’t the word. no, you were absolutely terrified. it was your first day starting as an actual college professor and you felt both under prepared and over prepared. you had a great lesson plan prepped and ready to go, but you were far from ready to deal with college students. this was a complete 180 from being a freelance author. you were going from being by yourself almost every second of the day to being around hundreds of college students for more than eight hours a day. you knew you had to put on a front, otherwise the students would eat you alive.

standing in front of your seat at the front of the lecture hall, you drew a few deep breaths to ease your nerves and began writing on the chalkboard behind you. you jotted down your name and the name of the class, english 1113. your hands were just about shaking as you wrote. just as you finished up, the door opened, a few students piling in and scattering throughout the lecture hall. you smiled, greeting them as they came in. their friendly smile helped calm you down a bit. they weren’t as intimidating as you thought they’d be, you felt so much better.

about 5 minutes later, it was time for class to start and you began with a small introduction of yourself. since there were about 80 students in the class, you decided it would be best to skip over the personal introductions because it would take up a majority of your time. you passed out the syllabus, making small comments on what would be discussed throughout the semester and what assignments to focus on.

just as you were about to talk about your attendance policy, the door swung open. a white-haired man sauntered in, black glasses sitting atop the bridge of his nose. he had his head held high, shoulders pushed back. he went out of his way to find a seat at the very front of the hall, unlike the other latecomers who just sat themselves down in the back not wanting to draw attention to themselves. on his way down the steps, he made sure to wink at some of the ladies he walked by causing them to giggle and wave at him. you had no idea who this man was, but you could tell he was going to be nothing but trouble. he made as much noise as he could when he sat down, outstretching his long limbs with a sigh, rummaging around through his backpack and mumbling to himself.

you clenched your jaw, gripping the syllabus in your hand a little tighter. “yes, actually. i was discussing my attendance and late policy, which you don’t seem to care much about mr…” you trailed off hoping he’d finish with his name.

you clenched your jaw, gripping the syllabus in your hand a little tighter. “yes, actually. i was discussing my attendance and late policy, which you don’t seem to care much about mr…” you trailed off hoping he’d finish with his name.

you clenched your jaw, gripping the syllabus in your hand a little tighter. “yes, actually. i was discussing my attendance and late policy, which you don’t seem to care much about mr…” you trailed off hoping he’d finish with his name.

“gojo. gojo satoru.”

“well mr. gojo, there’s a syllabus on your desk. take time to read it whenever you’ve finished drawing attention to yourself and familiarize yourself with the attendance and late policy. i figure you’ll be needing it often.” you forced a closed-mouth smile and continued on with the syllabus, gojo seemingly quiet for the rest of class. once you wrapped up, you dismissed the class beckoning gojo to stay after for a little chat.

“satoru, right?” you questioned, collecting the extra syllabi you had printed off, stuffing into a manila folder.

“yes, ms. l/n. something you need?” he sat himself in your desk chair, spinning around in circles. he was definitely going to be a pain in your ass.

“i’m not sure what you think this is, but my class will not be your playground. just because this is my first year teaching does not mean you get to push me around like a fool. now, if that will be a difficult task for you, i’ll be happy to recommend you to a different professor.” you spoke in a stern tone, hoping he’d get the memo. he was silent for a second, fiddling with his fingers before he averted his gaze back to you. he stood to his full height and took two strides over to you, towering over your much smaller frame. you were extremely intimidated by him, but you gulped, standing your ground. he placed his hands behind his back, leaning down to your level.

“oh, but it is my playground. i won’t push you around, but i will have a little fun with you.” he smirked, walking out of the classroom before you could say anything else. gojo satoru would truly be the death of you.

he stayed true to his word. over the next few weeks, he was your biggest headache and the reason you dreaded your 6:20pm class. he was late for just about every class, making snide remarks to get a laugh out of his peers and wearing that stupid signature smirk of his. he even went as far as asking the ladies in your class to hook up after class right in front of you. you berated him after every offense, but it just went in one ear and out the other.

it didn’t surprise you when you checked his grade and saw he was failing. it was almost time for midterms, and having a student fail your class during the first semester would reflect poorly on your evaluations. he was really starting to get under your skin. biting the bullet, you shot him an email, practically begging him to attend your office hours this afternoon to help get his grade up. you had a more relaxed late assignment and extension policy compared to other professors, so you figured he could at least bring his grade up to a C if he turned in the majority of the work he was missing.

a few minutes later, he responded to your email with “K.” making you roll your eyes at his nonchalance. you had never met anyone like him. he had no respect for his superiors, no sense of urgency and no regard for other people’s time. he seemed to be living in a different reality than everyone else.

the clock spun around, students coming in and out of your office for the next two hours needing help with assignments, essay revisions and discussion posts. there weren’t many, but there were enough to keep you occupied. however, of all the students you’d assisted, gojo satoru was not one of them.

god, he was starting to piss you off more and more. he went from being a pesky gnat buzzing in your ear, to a fat wasp that wouldn’t leave you alone. you hated how he occupied your mind even when you were at home, trying to prep for any snarky remarks he might make during the lecture. you hated how even though he was such an asshole, you still were trying your hardest to help him pass. you hated how you were starting to find that god forsaken smirk attractive, knowing how inappropriate of a thought that was. maybe that was why you stayed in your office for another hour trying to busy yourself with emails and lesson plans. you were secretly hoping gojo would show his face, but you were convincing yourself otherwise. why would you wait up for a sleaze like him? he didn’t respect your time, so why should you respect his?

you went to pack up your things, mumbling under your breath how this was a mistake and how you should’ve recommended him to another professor by now. surely enough the door creaked open, revealing gojo in all his glory, that same grin plastered on his face. you just about broke your neck looking towards the door, scoffing at his gall.

“there’s no point in you even coming in here, satoru. i’m just leaving. you missed office hours and now you’re going to fail midterms. i tried to help, but you just don’t care enough.” you were erratically stuffing the papers in your bag, not even checking to see if you had ripped or crumbled them in your frenzy.

“you can’t make an exception for lil' ole' me?” he placed a hand on his heart, gasping dramatically. you glared at him from the corner of your eye.

“after i stayed an extra hour waiting for you? no. there will be no more exceptions. i’ve been nice for far too long!” you threw the papers in your hand down on your desk, running a hand down your face in frustration. you couldn’t hold your anger back anymore. he leaned against the freshly cleaned chalkboard right behind your desk, tilting his head as he watched you steady your rapid breathing.

“well that’s no fun. you should-“

“why don’t you respect me, satoru? i emailed your other professors and according to them, you’re a model student and you don’t cause any trouble. so why are you such an asshole to me and only me?” you asked, throwing your hands up in frustration. “is it because this is my first year? are you trying to break me? because it’s really working.” you nervously chuckled, taking a seat atop your wood desk. any hints of professionalism you had left in you flew out the window. you were exhausted and mentally drained. you swung your crossed ankles back & forth, staring down at the tile floor as your hands gripped the edge of the desk. you saw his sneakers approach you, feeling his body towering over yours.

“my other professors aren’t as hot as you are. i had to get your attention somehow, hm?” his voice dropped an octave, barely a whisper. your head shot up, looking at him in complete shock.

“satoru, that’s not appropriate.”

“i don’t think i very much care about what’s appropriate and what’s not.” his hands gripped your plush thighs, pulling you closer to his body. you were struggling to ignore the tingling sensation igniting in your core. you tried swatting his hands away, but he didn’t even budge. “all week i’ve been thinking about how good you’d taste. how pretty you’d look moaning and crying on my cock.” his hands moved around to grip your ass in his hands. you bit your tongue, almost letting a whimper escape. you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t find him attractive, but you’d never act on it. you’d keep all your dirty thoughts to yourself. after all, he was your student.

“satoru, we can’t—oh fuck.” his hands continued groping your ass as he attached his lips to that sweet spot on your neck, sucking relentlessly. you balled your fists up, fighting the urge to tangle your fingers through his locks. you pursed your lips, arching your back a little, which caused satoru to smirk into your neck.

“you like that, professor? you don’t have to lie to me.” he nipped at your neck once more before bringing his lips centimeters away from yours. his hands snaked up your body. one found its way under your blouse, the other wrapping around your neck, gently squeezing. you whined, nodding your head as you looked up into his mesmerizing eyes. it was like he had you in a trance. you didn’t even mean to cave in so quickly, but you were too submissive to his touch.

“this’ll be our little secret, okay? nobody has to know but us.” his lips brushed against yours before they finally collided. you relaxed your body and pushed your chest into his, wrapping your arms against his neck. you granted his tongue entrance into your mouth, swirling your tongues around each other. his hands moved to remove your blouse, only breaking the kiss for a split second before his mouth was devouring yours once more. cold hands unclasped your bra and massaged your sensitive breasts, rolling your nipples around between his fingers. he swallowed your moans before pulling away to stare down at your perky mounds.

“so beautiful.” he was mesmerized. you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, moving your arms to cover them in embarrassment. he tsked and pulled your arms away. “don’t get shy on me now.” he pulled you off of the desk you were comfortably seated on and pulled your skirt up to your waist, turning you around and bending you over in one swift motion. eyeing the wet patch on your panties, he moved his fingers to rub your clit in painfully slow circles. you took in a shaky breath, closing your eyes and moving your hips back on his fingers. he ran his fingers up and down your clothed slit, your breath hitching at how much he was teasing you.

“please…” you whispered, not even knowing what you were begging for.

“gotta finish your sentence, honey. go on.” he beckoned, moving his hands to slide your panties down to your ankles, tossing them aside. your tight hole clenched around nothing, quietly hissing at the cold air hitting your cunt. he stepped back, pulling apart your ass cheeks to admire your glistening heat. your slick was trickling down your thigh, though he had barely touched you yet. “look how wet you are already.” he groaned.

“make me cum.” your sentence was muffled by your arm covering your mouth. he took both your arms, binding your wrists behind your back. he wanted to see that pretty face and hear that oh so sexy voice when he finally slipped his cock inside of you.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you, sweetheart.” he leaned over your body, his back pressing into yours as his breath fanned your ear. you gulped, feeling his finger prod at your entrance.

“please, satoru. make me cum.” you pleaded, eyes glued on the door, remembering it wasn’t locked. “wait satoru the door- nngh oh my god.” his finger slipped inside of you, interrupting your thoughts, immediately curling and pressing against the spongy part of your walls.

“i don’t care if someone walks in. let them see how much of a slut their professor is.” he spat, driving his finger in and out of your slick hole just barely brushing up against that sweet spot he was just hitting. he knew exactly what he was doing. teasing you to wit’s end. he wanted you a begging and squirming mess underneath him before he even thought about pushing his cock into you. you writhed underneath him, pushing your hips back to meet his hand, hoping he’d hit that spot once more. he chuckled at your eager state, pushing another finger into your folds. you cursed under your breath at the added pressure and moaned out his name.

“fuck, right fucking there.” you spoke through gritted teeth, trying to keep your composure. you were seconds away from screaming and cumming all over his fingers. you clenched around his digits, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his fingers finally curled and jabbed at your g spot.

“you wanna cum? squeezing my fingers so fucking good, baby.” he praised, increasing his speed. your back arched, your chest raising up off of your desk. you could only nod in response, squeezing your eyes shut and your mouth forming an o shape. he left tickling kisses down your spine, worshiping your body. suddenly, you felt empty. his fingers were gone, and he had stripped you of your climax. you cried underneath his hold and shook your head violently.

“no, no, no, no. satoru, please i need it.” you begged, tears beginning to form in your eyes. you craned your neck back as far as you could, only to catch that stupid grin on his face. he cooed.

“aw, poor baby, didn’t get to cum?” he mocked, pulling you up off the desk and playing with your tits. “do you deserve to cum?” he nudged your neck with his nose, breathing in your sweet scent. it was intoxicating.

you swore you felt your brain shifting from how hard you nodded your head. “yes, satoru i deserve to cum. i’ve been such a good girl for you, let me cum.” you panted in desperation.

“let’s see how well you suck my cock. then maybe i’ll let you cum.” you spun around, his hands on your shoulders forcing you down on your knees. you looked up at his slender figure, hands pawing are his sweats. he nodded in approval as you pulled down his pants. you gleamed start the bulge in his boxers, the fabric barely containing his massive cock. once you pulled down his boxers, his cock jumped and slapped his abdomen, your eyes widening at his length. saliva pooled in your mouth at the erotic sight. his tip an angry red with precum decorating the head. two veins ran down his entire length, splitting off in different directions on his underside.

he lifted his shirt up over his head and threw it somewhere around the room. you couldn’t resist running your hand up his abs, admiring his godly build. wrapping your other hand around the base, you delivered one long lick to the underside of his cock, flicking your tongue on his slit. his jaw dropped slightly watching you get to work on his length. you stroked his shaft and wrapped your plump lips just around the tip, tongue swiping his slit over and over again.

“shit, honey. keep teasing me like that and i’ll cum right now." he threw his head back, sucking in air.

you hummed in response, bobbing your head up and down as you swallowed around him going deeper. you gagged a bit, eliciting a throaty groan from gojo. your hands continued working their magic, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. he wrapped his hands in your hair, urging you to swallow him deeper. tears pricked at your eyes as he pushed your head down to the hilt, his cock prodding the back of your throat. he kept you in that position, grunting as you coughed and choked on his cock. after what seemed like forever, he pulled you off, a line of spit connecting from your lips to his dick. you gasped for air with tears streaming down your face.

“so fucking perfect.” were the only words he said before he shoved his cock back down your throat and started thrusting his hips forward, his balls slapping against your chin. your hand found your clit while the other grabbed onto his thigh for balance. you stroked your clit with your dainty fingers, needing some kind of release since gojo denied you of yours earlier.

“just like that, baby. sucking me so good.” he was only speaking in broken sentences, unable to formulate an entire one. he was close to his release and you could tell by the way his cock began throbbing within the plush of your cheeks and the way his thrusts became sloppier.

“shit, i'm cumming baby.” he forced your head back down again, slamming his hips into your mouth until you felt spurts of his warm cum trickle down the back of your throat. he pumped the rest of seed into your mouth before pulling out with a pop. he ran a hand through his hair as he slowed down his heavy breathing. you gulped the last bit of his tangy cum down before fluttering your wet eyelashes up at him. his eyes darkened as he yanked you up from the floor, cupping your face in his hands and slamming his lips into yours. he tasted the lingering taste of his cum on your tongue mixed with your saliva. he laced his fingers in your hair once again, yanking it back to get a good look at you.

“my little slut wants me to stuff her pretty pussy with my fat cock? huh? want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you dumb? or would you rather ride me in the chair? maybe you want me to fuck you up against the door where everyone can hear the slutty professor getting ruined by her favorite student.”

you could barely register what he was saying, your mind whirling in circles. you just wanted to feel full with cock deep in your tummy. you didn’t care what position, as long as he made you cum over and over and over again. you managed a nod and a quiet whine, which wasn’t enough for him. his hands yanked your head again, causing you to yelp.

“you’re an english professor, so use your words.” his eyes never straying from yours.

“i don’t care, just fuck me, satoru! i need your cock inside of me. make me cum over ‘n over again. want you to fill me up. want everyone to hear you ruin me.” you pleaded with your eyes glossing over, your mind filled with lewd images of him fucking you stupid. “i need it! pleasepleasepleaseplease.” you chanted.

satisfied with your answer, he decided to bend you over the desk once more. he loved the view of your ass too much not to. his cock was back to attention, your folds practically welcoming him with open arms. you gasped as he pushed the tip in before pulling it out again. he pressed his hand into your lower back, his cock collecting the slick daring to drip down from your puffy lips before he drove his cock into you in one swift thrust. you screamed out as he bottomed out, feeling completely and utterly full. he dropped his weight down on top of your body.

“shit… you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.” he hissed, his fingers digging into the sides of your hips. he pulled his cock out once more before snapping his hips forward, your body jerking as he thrusted in and out of your tight hole. you were a moaning mess underneath him, feeling each vein of his cock dragging along your velvet walls. you bit down on your knuckle with your tears spilling off of your face and on to your desk.

“feels s-so fucking g-good.” you sobbed, squirming under him at the intense simulation.

“such a good fucking girl for me. taking my cock like a champ.” he grunted, his pace becoming unrelenting. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, seeing nothing but white. he lifted one of your legs up onto the desk, allowing his cock to slide deeper into your stretched hole, his tip punishing your sweet spot. your knees began to buckle and your legs became almost too weak to hold up your own body weight.

“oh my fuck!” you wailed, each inch of his cock that penetrated your cunt pushing you further and further over the edge. your walls clamped down around his cock uncontrollably, causing gojo to curse out at how tight you were gripping him. you were making it almost impossible for him to hold out another few rounds. before you could even tell him you were cumming, your body seized and spasmed and your eyes crossed. you let out a hoarse cry as you creamed all over his cock. he whimpered at the sight of the milky white cream covering the base of his length. he let you ride out your orgasm before pulling out. your legs practically gave up, only being able to hold yourself up by the upper half of your body resting on your desk.

“don’t get comfortable, we’re not done.” gojo’s voice caused you to jump out of the comfort of your blank mind. your eyebrows furrowed, barely able to comprehend the words spilling from his mouth.

you closed your eyes hoping to find peace, but instead you found yourself pinned to the nearest wall with your legs wrapped around gojo’s voice and his hands holding you up by your thighs. you didn’t even remember him pulling you up off the desk. he slammed his length back into you without warning, bending his neck to watch your cunt swallow him whole. arching your back off of the cold cement, you pushed on his chest, overwhelmed by the stimulation. he pounded into you showing no mercy, his thrusts unforgiving.

“satoruu, ‘s too much,” you squealed “can't take it!”

“yes you can. be a—fuck—be a good girl and take what i give you. you were just begging for me to fill you up.” he taunted, his fingers bruising the backs of your thighs. you looked up at the ceiling, tears spilling over from the constant abuse. your mind was hazy, the pleasure mixing with the pain. “look at me when i fuck you.” he grunted. you reeled your head back down and bore your eyes into his, more arousal seeping out from your hole. the sounds of skin slapping and grunts and moans bounced off of the high ceilings, egging gojo on.

“feels—feels so good.” you hiccuped, letting another scream fight its way out of your mouth. you gripped onto his shoulders and let your hips meet his, bouncing on his cock when you finally found a rhythm in tune with his. he hummed in satisfaction and quickened his pace, lengthening his strokes. “can feel it in my tummy.” you sighed, a euphoric state falling over you. your cunt tightened around his length once more, your mind going blank. you were moaning incoherent words and babbling, going dumb off of his cock. gojo placed sloppy kisses along your neck line, mumbling sweet nothings on your soft skin.

you jolted when you felt his fingers rubbing on your clit, circling the swollen nub with urgency. a wave of pleasure washed over your body, your vision going white. your eyes shot open at the building pressure in your stomach, not knowing what was about to happen. you writhed in gojo’s grip as you came on his cock, squirting all over his lower abdomen. your essence dripped down his lower body, seeping down onto his trimmed pubes. you panted as his thrusts stilled, shooting his last load inside of you with a moan. you both stayed in that position for a minute while you came down from your highs. you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck, his cum dripping down your thighs.

“does this mean you’re done being an asshole in my class?” you asked, running a finger down his bicep. he chuckled as he turned his head to leave a gentle kiss on your earlobe.

“oh i’ll be much worse from now on.”

[satorhime]

rapport.

ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader 

ଘ genre: smut, alternate universe ( canon divergence ), toji lives, housewife!reader, husband!toji, stoner!toji 

ଘ word count: est. 6.3k 

ଘ beware: fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, big daddy toji, filthy smut i am not ashamed, dirty talk, pet names, lots of cussing, usage of marijuana, usage of alcohol (briefly), oral sex (m!receiving, f!mentioned), choking, toji is 6′5″ and has a monster cock (get off your ass and get on the court with lebron), slight dubcon, daddy kink, size kink, degradation, overstimulation, descriptions of rough sex, unprotected sex (toji is the type to say he’s too big for condoms lbr), anal play, cum play, watersports (briefly mentioned), some descriptions of marijuana, toxic relationships, a slight tiny moment where toji’s implied to be a cheater but not really, slight angst if you squint, deadbeat husband and father fushiguro toji, soft toji at the end because why not

ଘ synopsis: you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you expected both of you to come home to an empty house at some point in your relationship. what you didn’t expect was the love of your life neglecting you after disappearing for months. mind clouded with need for him, you’ve decided enough is enough. attention will be had. 

ଘ song recommendation: lose my mind - tamia, some nights - taeyeon, nasty - ariana grande

ଘ notes:  read on ao3.  i’m not new to writing fics, but i am new to writing jjk fics. i’m down bad for any man who brings a glock to a dragon fight and that man rn is toji. i hope you enjoy reading 6k of toji being a lil nasty! reblogs and interactions are loved!

how in the hell did you end up becoming involved with the sorcerer killer? sure, many girls your age were thrilled by the concept of a bad boy, that was true. bad boys, meaning, trust fund posers who drove motorcycles co-signed by their rich ceo daddies; drenched down in designer cologne, shades, and italian leather jackets to look the part. frauds. little boys. girls like you did not get involved with dangerously handsome men, infamous assassins like fushiguro toji. so why did you? 

you wonder this each day. not a second guess or regret of your decision to be with him, but more like a recurring thought in your head at all hours when he isn’t around. during any task, too. as you pick up a bloody shirt he threw haphazardly over the couch in the apartment. while scrubbing a spot on a dirty plate as you washed the dishes from last night’s dinner he didn’t come home to. when you lay awake at night with stubborn tears in your eyes, loneliness capsizing your happiness and cold sheets making you miss the warmth of his hulking body next to you in bed. 

you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you craved the attention of a lover and he didn’t. you expected both of you to come home to an empty apartment at some point, not just you. you were a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and toji killed people like you every day for a pack of cigarettes and a quick buck he could blow in a back alley card game. your naivety had you anticipating an average modern day couple with jobs and schedules that didn’t agree with each other. you were wrong, of course. because here you were, missing him, dressed in one of his big ol’ tees that his scent still clung to. day 31 of hoping for him to come home— fushiguro toji’s meek and mild little wifey. 

he’d been a decent boyfriend as far as you could remember. he didn’t spoil you like he spoiled his gambling problem, but he held your hand as you two went on whatever date you wanted. he whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises in your ear at dinner. he brought home gifts occasionally, claiming he thought it was your birthday when it wasn’t. he’d been a decent boyfriend, but he hasn’t been a good husband at all. 

yes, you married him. in secret. the great adversary of jujutsu society. 

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mikey x f!reader x draken

Summary - your neighbors mikey and draken rescue you from a thug who broke into your apartment looking for them. you’re grateful. hurt/comfort/smut. implied poly at the end. 

a/n - dom mikey, dom/switch draken, sub reader. threats of violence, break in, sub!reader, choking, threats with a knife, generally tonally this is the same as the show, so if you made it through that you should be fine, threesome, lots of praise, impact play, mikey has a god complex(so mild sacrilidge), creampie, marking, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex. characters + reader mid twenties. 

MINORS DNI

wc - 4k 

this is my first tr fic i hope the characterization is ok - im only partway through the manga so no spoilies pls. 

You take a deep breath, standing in front of the door. Neighbors. You could talk to them, get used to them, even, but this, this was different. You’d practiced this conversation in the mirror, at least four times before coming over, imagining the best way to put this, that removed you from the narrative as much as possible. You knocked softly on the door, and a huge man answers, he’s maybe an entire foot taller than  you, with a long blonde braid and a tattoo of a dragon on his temple. 

“Hm?” He grunts barely a full word as your hands knit and unknit in front of you. 

“Ah, um,” You smooth your hair, “I’m so sorry to bother you.” He nods, shoulder squared, eyes cold. 

“You’re my downstairs neighbor, right?” 

“Ah um, yes sir,” he watches your hands do a nervous little dance in front of your stomach, mouth quirking into a half smile at the use of the honorific. 

“Sir, huh?” 

“Sorry, I, that felt weird when I said it.” You shiver, despite the warmth of the summer day. “I um, I had a man stop by my apartment last night, looking for you?” That gets his attention, dark eyes widening as he opens the door. 

“Come in.” You glance over your shoulder, and then back at the comically large man. “Please.” He says in a low voice and you nod. “Oi, Mikey,” he calls, “We got a visitor, stay decent.” A slightly shorter man, with long blonde hair falling around his face lifts his head briefly from the couch, raking his eyes down your silhouette the moment your back is turned. “Can I get ya some tea?”

“You don’t need to-” 

“It’s no trouble.” He turns his back on you for a moment to step into the kitchen. “Tell me about the man who came to see me?” 

“Well um,” you take another deep breath, “He wanted know if a um, Manjiro Sano lived here and I said, I said no, because I don’t know a Manjiro Sano. Then he asked about you, but I ah-” 

“That’s my name,” the blonde on the couch sits up. 

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ran x f!reader, rindou x f!reader, hanma x f!reader, sanzu x f!reader, mikey x f!reader

summary - when your ex boyfriend comes up short with loan shark hanma, he gives you to bonten as collateral. they end up feeling surprisingly protective of their little toy. hurt/comfort/smut. i mean it’s not canon hanma’s hot so i wanted him there xoxo.

a/n - EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT, hanma gives reader a choice, but the alternative is death. rough facefucking, exhibitionism, praise, sub!reader, degredation, sir, daddy, spitroasting, spit, breathplay, most of bonten has a breeding kink, orgasm denial, begging, infidelity mention(rindou’s a little soft becuse his ex gf just cheated on him), when they’re not fucking you they’re all pretty soft for you, a collar and leash are used but more as bondage than petplay, overstim, you get slapped in the face once, anal, double penatration, dacry phil ia, sex work, yandere because they like you so much they wanna keep you around but it’s pretty soft. porn without plot. all mine - plaza wc: 7k

The last place you expected to be when the blindfold is lifted from your eyes is a conference room. The lighting is low, and there’s a huge glass wall of windows, you can see the city twinkling in the night. You don’t speak, just observing, coming to terms with your situation. Your hands are tied behind your back, and the man who lifted your blindfold, his dark curls nearly obscuring one honeyed eye, saunters over to a luxurious leather rolling chair. There are five men in total, each one menacing in their own way.

“Do you know why you’re here?” One of them says, voice soft and ice cold. He’s got short white hair that frames his face, and abyssal dark eyes. You swallow, and sit up a little in the chair you’re in, realizing you’re not tied to it.

“No.” You say softly.

“Sasaki Shinimaya.” The tallest of the men, with soft pink hair styled in a side part leans forward. “Your boyfriend owes us a lot of money.”

“Ex.” You correct. “We broke up about six months ago.” Chuckles echo through the conference room. The dark haired one turns to the group.

“What kinda man puts up his ex girlfriend’s life as collateral on his debts?” He looks back at you. “You poor little thing.” He coos, “You don’t even know us, do you?” You shake your head, grateful they can’t see the way your hands are trembling. “I’m Hanma,” he says, theatrically touching his chest, and your palms break into a sweat when you recognize the tattoos on the back of his hands.

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[poursomesunaonme]

your throne

a/n happy kinktober, friends! told ya i’d get this out by the end of the month hehe. saying this now that this is gonna be the absolute filthiest thing that will ever come from my fingertips, so read at your own risk

warning: dark content ahead!!

as always, minors pls dni

word count: 5.4k

content/warnings: reader is afab; reader is sukuna’s concubine; sukuna’s true form (so monsterfucking ig, getting in the true kinktober spirit, folks), a bit of fear play, gore, mentions of death (not main characters), sex slave vibes, prescribed position, oral (m receiving), d/s dynamics (dom!sukuna, sub!reader), degradation (and a lot of it), but some praise to make up for it, teasing, face slapping (hand and dick), spitting, brief female and male masturbation, deepthroating, throat fucking, exhibitionsism, choking, cock warming, ass play/fingering, cock worship

Your heart leapt to your throat at the other maiden’s sudden beckoning. Limbs shaking, you crossed what seemed like miles worth of ankle deep water, approaching the sanctuary of your king. You couldn’t help that your entire body was taut as a coiled spring, jumping at every sound that reached your ears.

As you neared Sukuna’s lair, your body automatically assumed its learned mechanisms.

Small, even steps.

Hands clasped neatly at your navel.

Back straight as a rod.

And most importantly, head down. Eyes down. Never look up.

It was what Master Sukuna hated the most.

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you trudged onward. Deep breaths flourished in your lungs as a last resort effort to still your trembling, to ground your restless thoughts, to calm your racing heart. But no amount of self-soothing ever prepared you for Sukuna’s voice rumbling through your chest cavity, shaking you to your core with the deep and threatening tone.

“You’re late.” There wasn’t an ounce of mercy in his tone, nothing to indicate that he would ever go easy on you. You cursed yourself for even the puniest thought that something kind would fall from the lips of the most evil demon ever to walk the Earth. There wasn’t any excuse you could make to assuage his disappointment.

“I apologize, Master Sukuna,” came your small voice. “I’ll do better next time.”

“I doubt it. Come make up for your insolence.” He always easily got to the point, attempting to cover up his desire to be in you with the fact that you hadn’t sprinted to his side the second your friend summoned you to meet him.

“Yes, Master.” You obeyed without hesitating, trying your hardest to appear graceful as you ascended the mountain of bones. Sickening cracks sounded from under your thin soles, threatening to pull a whimper from your lips. Feebly, resolve morphed together within you, barely solid, with no foundation whatsoever.

You could feel his deep red eyes bore into you, seeing through your very soul as you made your meek approach to his feet. It was a difficult task, attempting to climb up an uneven hill with bones jutting out at every which way, but more so with the advantage of eyesight taken away; you didn’t want to risk looking up to plot your next move and Sukuna taking it as disobedience.

You had seen what he did to the other concubines who showed any semblance of defiance. It burned in your eyes, haunted your dreams at night. Their blood spilled out onto the floor, eyes’ light fading in just a moment.

And he would laugh.

He would fucking laugh.

He was the thing, the creature, that you hated the most out of anything that ever existed. He was pure sadism, maliciousness, sin; the Devil incarnate.

Yet, he took an uncharacteristic liking to you.

As much as you hated him with everything in your being, you used it to aid in your survival. You were going to get out of here eventually, even if it killed you. Even if it meant playing into the hands of the ravenous beast.

Your footing finally found itself on the precipice of the mountain of skulls. Taking a calm breath, you paused for Sukuna to address you. Your shoes were soaking wet, squelching uncomfortably with the liquid from the bog below. Hands only trembling slightly, you waited for his command.

“Looking at you makes me sick,” was how he chose to address you. Despite your demure appearance, you burned with hatred. Inconspicuously, you clenched your hands, airing out some of the tension building up within you. No reply lilted from your lips, not wanting to throw Sukuna into a fit of rage that would result in your head joining the skulls making up the mountain.

“On your knees,” he commanded, eliciting an immediate response from your body. It was an automatic reaction; before the last syllable even left his lips, your body was hurtling towards the ground, not giving him any excuse to tear into you. The skin of your legs threatened to tear at the shards of calcium sticking out from beneath you, but the callouses that formed from the countless times you performed in this very spot prevented that from happening.

“Make yourself useful.” You knew his code. It was peculiar, really, how he only used innuendos with you; while it may not have been all the time, no other maiden in the realm had ever received that kind of treatment. Your hips ached as you spread your knees, assuming the position that Sukuna loved the most. Arched back. Ass out. Hands grasping forearms behind your back, pulling your muscles taut.

You nestled your way in between his legs, heart pounding in your ears. No eye contact, don’t look up at him. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the armchair of his throne, but didn’t make any effort to free himself. You saw it, though, clear as day. The bulge that was forming underneath his robe. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Blinking your eyes rapidly, you got to work quickly, not wasting a moment at Sukuna’s growing impatience. Your teeth flashed as your body leaned forward, breasts hitting the edge of his seat when your legs scooted closer to his throne to more comfortably access him. A sigh escaped his lips as you used your mouth to pull his robe to the side. In quick succession, you removed the underlying layer, watching as his cock sprung up, freed from its thin barriers.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, seeing his fully erect member in all its glory. His tip was already beginning to redden at the sight of you positioned so perfectly in front of him, waiting so sweetly to take him into your mouth. You could feel a heat igniting between your legs.

“Good slut, knowing not to use her hands,” he murmured. His eyes burned a hole in your skull as your tongue swiped across your lips, wetting them to prepare for giving him what he wanted. A tiny sigh flowed from your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss to the tip of his dick. It jolted in response, flicking against your nose, smearing precum on it.

Your head tilted down, studying the veins that had already begun to bulge, spindling underneath his skin like a map. Flattening your tongue, you set a tantalizingly slow trail up his shaft. His thighs tensed, but didn’t move from their position. You wanted to smile at how your movements captivated the King of Curses, but you valued your life more than your ego.

Tongue running up to the smoothness of his tip, you puckered your lips, taking it into your mouth, but not going past the head. Gently hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked, tongue rubbing in circles over his warmth as it leaked precum into your moist mouth.

“There you go, baby.” Your eyes threatened to shoot a glance at him as the pet name swirled in the shell of your ear. He had never, ever, called anyone that. There wasn’t any indication that he had started developing any sort of feelings with you other than the obvious physicality of it. You never spoke more than two sentences to him outside of fucking him. Why was he now starting to get soft?

Clearing your head of the unwanted thoughts, you started to bob your head up and down on his shaft, relishing in the deep breaths he released. It was a known fact that he rarely moaned, probably trying to keep up the image of an untouchable, unaffected god. It was such a taboo that the other maidens obsessed over, even going so far as to keep a running count of all the times it had occurred (you held the record).

With each descent, you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your gag reflex was wrecked by him long ago, so when his tip brushed against the back of your throat, you didn’t flinch. The tendons in your jaw ached at the stretch to accomodate his girth; though it’s what always wrecked you, yet resurrected you, every time.

“Ah, finally!” His voice boomed above you. You grappled with the urge to bat your eyes upward to discern what he was referring to - you hadn’t done anything differently. Voices that floated up from down the mountain satiated your nosiness, confirming that he wasn’t addressing you.

Knowing he didn’t like when his maidens got distracted, you kept on with pleasuring him. The scene was plain sinful, almost humorous, as he continued conversing with the prisoners of the domain, showing no signs that he was being sucked off beside your submissive form in front of him, head bobbing to an alluring tempo.

You couldn’t discern a certain thing that the group said from beneath the two of you, but Sukuna let out a mirthful laugh. He gently patted your head, which you nearly flinched at, but soon recovered, somewhat eased at the affection that he was giving you. It was uncharacteristically odd, but it soothed your nerves.

“Yes, yes, I know!” he croned. “My slut’s such a good girl.”

You couldn’t help but moan around his cock at the unanticipated praise. A wetness made itself known in your panties, the dampness seeping through the cloth easily. Sukuna only laughed at your sounds, easily covering the fact that it only fueled his fire, as indicated by his twitching in your mouth. His hand remained on your head, neither pushing it nor pulling your hair, just resting.

He bid goodbye to his visitors, seemingly in one of the best moods you’d seen him in… well, ever. His breath seethed out between his teeth at the sight of you devouring him like he was your last meal. His veins brushed against the inside of your mouth, tastebuds mapping out unexplored territory.

Spit began to spill from the corners of your lips, dripping down your tongue as it stroked the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. You really were a filthy sight, eyes squeezed shut, mouth sloppy as it continued to take in his member, deeper and deeper until it threatened to cut off your air supply. You coughed, suddenly, around him, causing him to buck his hips into you, balls slapping against your chin. The harsh contact had your eyes watering, struggling to regain your rhythm you’d constructed to keep his temper at bay.

But the slip up was the one mistake you couldn’t afford to make. Sukuna’s fingers quickly tangled into your hair and yanked you upwards. You sputtered, trying to catch your breath, saliva trailing off your lips, still connected to his cock. Your eyes twitched upward slightly, then flickered back down as you caught yourself from sealing your fate.

“What’s wrong, cumslut?” he cooed tauntingly, fisting his cock in his free hand. His good mood had dissipated in an instant. “Too big for you?”

“N-no, Master Sukuna,” you forced out, teeth gritting at the hair follicles threatening to be torn out of your head. As much as it hurt, it exhilarated you. A blush spread across your cheeks, warmth seeping down to your center. He noticed the change in your demeanor, how his roughness aroused you. It was a dangerous game you played with him, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Then why’d you fuck it up?” he growled. You watched as he pumped his cock faster, the sound of his precum and your saliva clicking in his palm like music to your ears. You swallowed roughly, throat bobbing. Before you could blink, he had deftly untangled his hand from your hair and slapped you once, twice, on your cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to bring tears to your eyes, but you still gasped in surprise at the sensation.

Redness stained your face as the skin heated in response to the hits. Your pussy clenched around nothing at his harshness, and shame flooded through you despite your obvious arousal. He was waiting for an answer, so you scrambled to give it to him - rejecting the bratty thought to keep him waiting so he would hit you again.

“I was surprised, I guess,” you admitted weakly. “But I’ll do better. I promise, Master.”

You let your tone take on a sweetness to honey up his rage, but it didn’t do you much good. A wicked smile voiced itself when Sukuna spoke again, releasing his dick, letting it slap against his stomach, the wetness staining the fabric.

“No, I’ll do better,” he corrected you, pulling you forward by the hair to come face to face with his cock again. He held it once again, your jaw opening automatically to take him in once more. But instead of sinking you down on it, he slapped it against your face. You winced at the contact, but relished in the way that the wetness stuck to your cheek, how the liquid cooled to soothe the red skin.

“Tongue out,” he commanded. You obeyed without question, letting the pretty pink muscle loll out of your mouth, waiting for his next move. He didn’t hesitate to spit into your mouth, the sensation foreign as you refused to budge, the liquid still on your tongue. He didn’t pause for a minute, smacking his cock against your tongue, breath coming in uneven gasps at the warmth. You knew that he pined to be inside you again, to be enveloped by your heat, your wetness.

His desire to plunge into your mouth soon won out in his sadistic game of slapping you with his cock. He released himself and tugged on your hair once again, this time pressing you onto his length. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his girth, pushing your head lower and lower until your throat constricted around him.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned. Victoriously, you made a mental note to tell the other maidens to add a point to your score. His thighs tensed, tightening around you so that you couldn’t escape. Eyes clenching shut, you focused on your breaths to keep you calm while his dick was impossibly lodged far down your throat.

After another few moments he relented. But he gave you no semblance of control as he guided your head up and down on his shaft at his own pace. The only thing you could do was suck and dash your tongue over his veins whenever you could - and attempt to control the desire that was now achingly apparently in the drip of your cunt onto the bones underneath you.

“Eyes on me, whore,” he growled, tugging at your hair to emphasize his order. “Watch me while I fuck your throat.”

Your eyes shot up immediately, your brain screaming at the contradiction. A fleeting fear coursed through your veins, but he had commanded you to, so it eased your nerves somewhat. Your eyes met Sukuna’s, the blood red pools piercing through you. His face was contorted in pleasure, holding nothing back now that there wasn’t anyone here but you to witness him showing emotions.

His teeth flashed in a feral grin at your wide eyes studying his face. He relished in the sight of you taking him whole, throat squeezing him in all the right places. The way you forced your eyes wide open despite your entire face contorting with effort to keep your mouth ajar. He loved having you, his cumslut, at his disposal, watching him fuck your throat raw.

Your nails dug into your arms as he began thrusting into you. You fought to keep yourself upright at the speed of his hips, but your body could barely function. Mouth stretching impossibly wide, balls slapping against your chin at a superhuman speed, you were inches away from toppling down the mountain (a sight that you were not unfamiliar with).

The groans that came from Sukuna’s mouth were animalistic, feral, as he tore through you, wrecking your throat. Your moans came out in muffles, further pushing him to fuck you impossibly harder. You hated how mean he was, hated his thirst for power, for control - but even more undeniable to you, you hated how much he turned you on.

You knew he would notice when your nails removed themself from the skin of your arm. You knew he would see your hand snake back around to your front, pulling up the hem of your dress. You knew he would despise, no, adore, the sight of you dipping your fingers into your panties, slipping between your folds, eyes widening at the feeling of the wetness coating them.

His eyes followed your movements, not saying a word. However, the corners of his lips turned up into a malicious grin as he pressed you down to the base of his shaft, causing you to gag for the first time since you set your mouth to his cock. He only laughed at your struggling, watching as you began to rub your aching clit in circles, moaning and sputtering around his cock.

He tore you from his member soon after, a heavy gasp entering your lungs to catch your breath. Your hand flew from your panties, coated in your essence, conspicuously resuming its position behind your back. Sukuna chuckled at your attempt to cover up your naughtiness. You pointed your gaze downward once again, sure that he didn’t want your eyes on him anymore.

“You know you aren’t supposed to touch yourself without permission,” Sukuna grumbled, actually leaning down to peer into your face. His eyes crinkled with a fake smile as you nodded, hesitantly raising your gaze to him again. “Well, I suppose a whore’s desire can’t be helped.”

He paused for a moment, eyes searching your face for something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Your pussy ached after the teasing you had given it, ached to be stimulated, filled, touched, anything. Maybe Master Sukuna would have mercy on you today after all.

“Taste it,” he grinned, watching the blush spread across your cheeks, watching at the shuddering rise and fall of your chest at his lewd command. However, you obeyed, your fingers traveling from behind your back to your mouth at a snail’s pace. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sweetness of your arousal on your tongue. Sukuna watched in delight as you cleaned your fingers off, tongue popping out of your lips every so often to get the hard to reach spots between your fingers.

“Are you ready for me, then?” Sukuna’s eyes lit up with a fire, his tongue poking out to lick his lips. A smile that you couldn’t help rose to your face as you nodded.

“Yes, Master.” Your tone dripped out like honey, flowing sweetly into his ears as he patted his lap. You stood up, grimacing at the tingling below your knees. Your legs and feet had fallen asleep kneeling in front of him for so long, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting. Pins and needles prickled underneath your skin as you set your knees on either side of his muscled thighs.

His hands met your hips, squeezing the flesh like he had never felt it before, nails sinking into the supple flesh. You waited for his guidance, not wanting to jump the gun and piss him off even more. You had fucked up too many times today, tested his patience one time too many. However, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the thought of him splitting you open, and your thighs clenched involuntarily.

Sukuna laughed at your neediness, pushing your panties to the side. He let out a low whistle at how damp they were, eyes flickering up at your flushed face. After he had clear access to you, he shoved your hips down. Your mouth opened at the feeling of his tip drag against your clit. Pussy clenching around nothing, you let out a soft moan, much to Sukuna’s approval. He pushed back his cock slightly to meet your entrance, then forced you down completely, a menacing twinkle in his eye.

You let out a shuddering moan at the sheer size of him in your tight hole. No matter times he fucked you, you never seemed to get used to his girth or length. He hadn’t even bottomed out before his tip brushed against your cervix. Your wetness seeped out of you, dripping down his shaft.

Your head was thrown back as you whimpered, feeling your walls clench and release around him feebly to assimilate to his size. He only chuckled, hands beginning to roam your body as you knelt, suspended, on him. You shuddered, your nipples hardening underneath the fabric of your dress. Sukuna eyed the peaks underneath the barrier of your clothes, tsking slightly.

“How could we miss this detail?” he wondered, hands coming to rest on the front of your dress. “Let’s get these clothes off, shall we?”

Without warning, he dug his nails into the fabric and yanked them with such a force that they tore right open, exposing your skin to the chilly air. You gasped at the sensation, at Sukuna’s mouth latching onto one of your breasts, as you both attempted to declothe your body. You shouldering off the garments as best you could, him tearing them off like an animal.

At this new access to your body, his fingers skimmed lightly at first, mapping your skin like he had never explored it before. The gentleness soon turned rough as he angled his nails to scratch at the sensitive surface. He tongued and sucked on your nipple, growling with delight at the way that you pressed your chest into him, moaning softly.

You tried your best to remain upright, with your hands settled neatly against your back in their prescribed position, but you just couldn’t keep your balance no matter how hard you tried. Sukuna, with just a little ounce of kindness left, grabbed your hands and guided them to his shoulders, allowing you to use them for a firm foundation.

When that was said and done, his hands roamed to cup the plush softness of your ass, squeezing generously. You felt yourself begin to stretch more, so you sunk down further on his cock, gasping as your clit met the base of his shaft.

“Well, look at that, slut,” Sukuna muttered against your nipple, taking it in his teeth and tugging it to draw a gasp from your lips. “Your needy pussy took my whole cock, huh?”

“Mmhm,” was all you managed to get out before he landed a resounding slap on your ass. Your pussy clenched needily at the contact, needing stimulation, needing a thrust, anything. But Sukuna’s fat cock only nestled into your velvet walls, not moving an inch. Another spank, another clench.

The skin began to warm as Sukuna continually hit you, spitting and muttering curses at the way you squeezed him so deliciously. It was getting difficult to tolerate the collision of his hand against your heated skin, against the growing sensitivity that the repeated hits were causing. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, leaving crescent moons indented on the surface.

“Love it when your needy pussy clenches,” he cooed. The smile was evident in his voice as you tilted your head down to see him watching your reactions to each movement he executed. He released your nipple before unleashing the same treatment on the next. “Let’s see what you do when I rub that destitute clit of yours, hm?”

You could only nod as one of his hands left your ass to snake around to where you needed him most. You watched as he set a tantalizingly slow stroke from his cock up to your hood of nerves, causing you to clench harder than you had before.

“Fuck!” he moaned. Another count for your tally. A smirk appeared then quickly dissipated at Sukuna’s invigorated movement against your clit. He didn’t hesitate to go to town on your sensitive bud, needing more of you clenching, needing more of your juices to drip down his cock like a melting popsicle.

Your hands flew to his hair, throwing caution to the wind as you grasped for something to steady yourself at the force in which he was pleasuring you. Moans spilled from your lips as you still kept one sense of self control - not grinding your sopping cunt on his cock.

“So needy,” he murmured against your chest, “so greedy. What a perfect slut.”

“I’m your slut,” you mewled, stroking his ego as he laughed lowly. Your hips jerked forward, pressing your clit against the rough pads of his fingertips. You pranced right into his fantasy, right into his god complex, right into his power trip. And you didn’t mind it one bit. The growing knot in your stomach was telling enough of that.

“Come now,” he grinned, eyes narrowing. “Let’s show everyone that you’re my slut, my favorite cock ornament. And I’ll show you what you do to me.” You blinked in confusion, a haze beginning to settle in your head. Without waiting for you to respond, his hands were dipping under your legs, lifting you easily to turn your body outwards to face the darkness of his domain. He dropped you back down, your clit colliding with his balls.

You let out a cry at the stretch once more, but it soon dissipated into a soft moan at his arm wrapping around you to toy with your clit once again. A strange sensation was suddenly on your back as Sukuna shifted slightly in his seat, his breath coming in low rasps. You craned your head, your eyes widening at the sound of bones cracking. An extra pair of arms spouted from underneath his original pair. But what was the most terrifying was how his face shifted to reveal his true form.

Your heart pounded against your chest, ice running through your veins at the sight of the monster behind you, the monster in you. His four eyes burned holes in your body as he flashed his teeth in a feral grin, knocking his hips up into you. All fear fell away at his thrusts as he continued. Your body threatened to go limp as you clutched the armrests for support.

“You’re my favorite cockslut. That’s why I’ve kept you around so long. Can’t go without this tight pussy of yours.”

His ministrations were accompanied by his arms roaming everywhere on your body - one for your clit, another for your breasts. The third stroked and squeezed your throat before traveling north, shoving two fingers in your mouth. And finally, the last, after gathering up the mix of juices flowing like a river from your cunt, rimmed your asshole.

You clenched your eyes shut, cries muffled by the fingers invading your mouth. His thrusts were becoming more and more rough, balls slapping against your clit. His finger dipped into your tight asshole on occasion, eliciting high-pitched mewls at the fullness.

Warmth spread throughout your whole body at the scene you were making. It was overwhelming, the feeling of him everywhere. Every part of him invaded every part of your senses, filling your holes and the animalistic licks and nips he unleashed on your back. Your ass still stung with his spanking. Your mouth ached at his fingers stretching it. It was the more pleasurable pain you’d ever experienced.

He was everything. He was your everything, your master, your king, your judge, jury, and executioner; and he was most certainly going to give you a sentence that you agreed with.

“Tell me how much you love my cock, whore,” he growled, removing his fingers from your mouth and yanking your hair back. You only moaned at his roughness, sending another gush of juice down his shaft, much to his pleasure, as he shuddered.

“I - ah!” you hissed as he bucked his hips up into you, cock beginning to twitch. You were both drawing close, both aching to cum, both needing to feel each other contracting and twinging, drawing out the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever had.

“Go ahead,” he egged you on, slapping your clit, drawing a cry from your lips, but also granting you a bit of reprieve to speak. “Venerate my cock, slut. Tell everyone how much you love me splitting you open. Worship me.”

You lowered your gaze to see that a few of the other maidens had slunk out of the shadows to watch the scene that unfolded. The faces blurred together at the tears that formed in your eyes, not hesitating to spill down your cheeks.

“I love your cock, Master!” you grunted, beginning to bounce up and down for more traction. “I love how you fuck me, Master Sukuna. It’s so big, and pretty, a-and…”

Your eyes clenched shut, cheeks burning with shame at the thought of the other maidens seeing you like this. Sukuna didn’t care, however. In fact, he sped up the speed of his thrusts, of his rubbing your clit, and added a finger in your ass, stretching you impossibly. A fresh round of tears poured down your face at the sensation.

“And?” he demanded, pinching your nipple meanly. You gasped, arching your back against him, chest heaving to capture any breath that would ground you from flying away into space. Your limbs began to shake, a surefire way to tell that you were close. Your mind was foggy as you forced words together, forced the neurons to force the muscles to force the words out of your mouth.

“It-it’s like a throne, Master Sukuna,” you squealed, walls clenching unbelievably tighter around his thick cock. He let out a moan at your tight pussy. You had lost count by that time, but seeing as there were maidens watching, they would be able to keep track of your number.

“Thrones are made for royalty, not whores,” he spat in your ear, emphasizing each word with a hip shattering thrust. You threw your head back, losing control as you ground your hips in circles on his cock. He painfully pounded into your cervix, ignoring your cries.

“Y-yes, Master,” you sputtered, black spots swimming in your vision. “Can I cum, Master?”

“Asking so politely, knowing her place,” he laughed. “Yes, whore. Cum for me. Cum with your king.”

Your eyes crossed as the dizzying feeling washed over you, the relief at the coil finally unraveling in your belly. Your pace you had set quickly became undone as you were lost in the throes of fantasmic orgasm. Your cries echoed in his domain like a cathedral, soaring high above your heavenly bodies, consequently barrelling down like hail. Tears shone on your cheeks, pearly prayers of thanksgiving to your generous god.

His cum shot into you in thick ropes, coating your insides as you clenched impossibly tighter, milking him dry with each thrust. Your legs shook, turning into putty as he had to release your hair and remove his finger from your ass to hold you up and move your body to a rhythm that he set.

Breathing coming in gasps, you gripped the armrests until your knuckles whitened. Sweat coated your skin, sticking your hair to your forehead. Every inch of your body was buzzing, bursting with pleasure as the orgasm continued to crash into you.

Sukuna’s thrusts began to get sloppier as his cum spilled out of your sopping cunt. Your breathing came easier as your high began to ebb away, the occasional shudder seizing you as your body started to relax again.

You heard the bones cracking once again, a mysterious black fog enveloping the air around you as you assumed that Sukuna was transforming back into his usual, more tamed, form. You couldn’t help that a sigh of relief escaped your lips - you didn’t want to face the monster again. You preferred the handsome menace.

He planted an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your shoulder, stilling his hips. You took it as a cue to move, but his hands flew to your hips, holding you in place. His lips met your ear, breath ghosting against the shell of skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re my fuckdoll, slut,” he whispered. “My sextoy, only for my use. Got it?”

You nodded, biting your lip. Your essence leaked down over his shaft, mixed with his pearly white cum. You gave up your hatred in the haze that your orgasm set over you. You loved being his toy. You love when he used you.

“You know you’re never leaving this place.” He squeezed the flesh of your hips, causing your body to jerk against his firm chest. “But, that’s okay. Because you’re my favorite.”

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[tokidokinanami]

Fuck this was amazing!!

[munsonsins-deactivated20230624]

JJK characters reacting to you squirting for the first time

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Warnings. AFAB reader, praise, filming mentions, belly bulge in yuji's bc he's hUge, squirting duh, strap on, daddy kink, mommy kink, size kink, fingering, cum eating, overstim, edging, pussy slap and one spank bc geto is a menace, dirty talk, creampie, slight breeding kink in megumi's I think, MDNI

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Characters. Gojo, Yuji, Toji, Nobara, Maki, Megumi, Geto, Sukuna.

♡ Requested. Anon: Headcannon on how the JJK boys would react to you squirting for the first time? 🤭💞 + @festive : Maki and nobara

#Tags. @yuujispinkhair @multistan-247 @zeninade

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!

Satoru Gojo

Smug bastard

He's been fucking into you for so long now that you lost track of time. Wet squelches of his cock pushing inside your tight cunt while you squirmed under his huge form, taking his pounding with stifled moans. That is, till you felt the proverbial coil in your lower belly tighten impossibly,"Fuck- baby, baby- if ya' keep squeezin' me s'tight-" Furrowed white brows shoot up when a clear liquid drenches his cock and a portion of his lower abdomen.

"Didn't know you are a squirter, baby." He purrs, blue eyes entrapped on your spasming cunt as you creamed on his cock. Beads of sweat dewed on top of his brow from the intensity of his own orgasm while he fucked you through yours. His huge 6'7 state toppled over yours as he reached for his phone on the nightstand,"Think ya' can do it again f'me?" With his thumb drawing lazily on your wet clit, he turns on his phone camera.

Definitely gonna tease you later abt it😭

"You're an idiot 'toru!"

"Well this idiot can make ya' squirt."

He don't care if you both are in public, he's got NO SHAME.

Yuji Itadori

He's shocked initially but it soon fades into a gleeful grin.

"Y/n, 'm close," Yuji's voice is a strained whisper grunted out aa his palm pressed flush on the outline of his cock under your skin,"Yuji," Your mind only managed to form his name before your eyes rolled into your head and back arched,"This cock is all yours, baby." He felt every thrust under his fingers,"Go on and cream on my cock, please." His whimper along with the spurts of his orgasm right against your sweet spot made your vision go blank as your walls squeezed him tight.

Even through your post orgasmic haze, you could hear his proud mutter,"I did that," You hum in acknowledgement, embarrassment crawling up your spine as you notice the mess you made,"Baby," He takes your face in his palms, thumbs rubbing small circles on the heated contour of your cheeks,"You did great," A sweet kiss meets your lips as Yuji bucks into you softly to ride out his orgasm,"My good girl,"

Expect lots of praises from him.

“Cum as much as you wanna, sweetheart. Just wanna see ya' all fucked out and pretty f'me.”

“Use your words pretty girl, can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.”

He tells himself he does it to make you feel better and it's true but mostly it's because Yuji loves the way your pussy clamps down tight around him at the sugary words.

Toji daddy Fushiguro

Greedy mf

He's got you folded in half with your thighs pushed up snug against your bouncing tits,"Need daddy to fill ya' up all nice, hm?" You babble off a slurred response, too drunk on the way his thick cock is rubbing against your walls, hitting all the good spots with each thrust,"Yes, daddy please please please," Toji chuckles at your words,"Then go on and tell me just how desperately you want it, that you need it." Before you can speak, your jaw hangs open in a soundless scream.

A choked groan of surprise rumbles at the back of his throat,"Fuck, that was fuckin' hot." Squishing your thighs, he pounds into you harder,"C'mon, do that again," He spoke over the loud drenched slapping noises as he rut into your sullied hole,"Daddy, too much please," Your toes curl from the intensity of it, moans falling freely from your kiss swollen lips,"Nuh-uh baby,"

He doesn't stop till you squirt again😃

"Be my good girl n' do it for daddy."

"Look s'beautiful like this, so messy for daddy."

Mans got stamina, so rip to your poor pussy because now that he's made up his mind, no matter how much you cry and writhe under him with little daddy slow down! and please toji, he's gonna see it through till you squirt again on his cock.

Nobara Kugisaki

Meanie

Your chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm while your eyes fluttered shut,"Eyes on me," A quick curl of her fingers had you gasping, staring down at her pretty face in between your thighs,"Look a'me when I make you cum on my tongue, baby." Her lips quirk up in a teasing smirk as she burries her slender fingers knuckles deep in your greedy cunt. Pressing hier tongue to your swollen clit, she hums in delight. With her fingertips nudging at your sweet spot, your head falls back and you cry out.

"Wow," Blinking away the daze, you look down at the way her chin is drenched, tongue peaking out to lick at her lips,"What a disobedient girl you are, y/n." Nobara tuts, pulling her fingers out with a slick pop. Kissing your thigh, she holds her hand up to your mouth,"Go on, clean 'em. It's your mess, baby."

Has you suck on her fingers

"Oh, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, so obedient now."

"Did I make you feel s'good that your pussy just did that?"

Never gonna let you forget it that she, Nobara, made you squirt just by her mouth and fingers like she didn't edge you for countless times before that 🙄

Maki Zenin

Beefy mommy--

"Maki," Your thigh burns from the stretch as she lifts it up on her shoulders,"Can't no more," Palms bracketing your bouncing breasts, she huffs,"You can take it." Sweat made strands of dark hair stick to her forehead as she bit her lip in concentration, the new angle had the strap on going deeper. She could tell by how loud you are,"Cum for me, baby." Her hand slipped up to cup your cheek, thumb gliding over your lower lip,"Cum for mommy, hm?"

Her shoulders flex under your legs, you can feel the toned muscles ripple as she delivers a powerful thrust. Your cry drowns out the terrible squeak of the bed as you follow her command,"God, baby, s'good for mommy." Her eyes follow the way the wet strap on disappears inside your cunt as she fucks you through your orgasm,"My messy little baby."

Why do I get a feeling that this woman is gonna fuck your face next

"Taste that? That's all you."

"Go on, take it all in your mouth like your pussy did."

Maki loves to see the tears running down your face as she ruts into your face, knowing full well that the strap on hits the back of your throat with each thrust.

Megumi Fushiguro

Filthy filthy mouth, wash it with a soap man

“What baby? What’s wrong, what’s got you whining?” His body covers yours as he bends over, chest pressed to your warm back,"You like the way my cock feels inside you?" His hand is cupping your breast, tugging and teasing at the bud standing tall as you buried your face in the crook of your elbow,"Your pussy sure likes it, angel. It's wrapped s'fucking tight 'round my cock, squeezing just perfect,"

You squeal as his tip slips against your rough patch, hitting repeatedly till you're spilling on his cock like a wild stream. He chuckles at the way your cunt struggles with his relentless thrusts,"Looks like your pussy loves my cock, yeah?" His fingers pinch and rub at your clit to prolong your orgasm, just so he could feel your walls tighten around his length for longer.

Just because you came doesn't mean he's gonna stop, he's not gonna let you rest till he has filled you up to the brim.

"Gonna let me cum in this pretty pussy, baby?"

"You look s'beautiful like this, stuffed full with my cum, my little cumdump."

His words make your cunt clench even after he pulls out. Megumi laughs when a drop of his white warmth rolls down your thigh before his fingers scoops it up and smears it on your puffy clit while you whimper.

Suguru Geto

Smug bastard 2.0

The sheets are wet from your drool and tears as he pressed your face down on the mattress, balls leaving a delicious sting on your clit as they slapped against you with each rough thrust from him. A muffled plea soaked the pillow with your moan,"Hm? Speak up darling, can't hear ya' over the pretty noises yer' making f'me." The huge hand pressing between your shoulder blades held you down firmly while the other one smacked your ass before sneaking down to slap at your swollen clit.

You screamed, balling up the sheets in your fists as your stomach knotted, squelching on his cock,"Darlin', fuck- that's amazing," Geto licks his lips at the sight of your pussy fluttering all messy around his shaft. Gripping your squirming hips, he ruts harder into you,"What a pathetic mess you are, y/n." Your whimpers egg him on while he chases his own orgasm, heavy balls dragging along your thighs, now wet with your slick,"Need me to clean ya' up, huh?"

He's gonna bury his face in between your legs right after he pumps you with his seed.

"Hold still f'me. I'm doing this for you, darling."

"Gotta take care of my sweet girl, yeah?"

FILTHY. That's what Geto is, he holds your thighs apart as his tongue swirls around your cunt and then he's crawling up your torso to press slicked lips to your drool glossed ones, letting you taste the mess on his mouth.

Ryomen Sukuna

Oh dear, you think it's the first time you squirt for him? He's the king of curses, he's got you squirting every time he fucks you.

A pair of hands griped your naked waist, ploughing you on his hard cock while the other squeezed at your breasts. With each thrust, his cock pressed snug at the door of your cervix. Loud 'kuna please and wet smacks resonated in the serenity of his magnificent domain, twinned with his proud chuckles and grunts,"What would you do without me, brat?"

Sukuna leans back on his throne, red orbs glistening at the way you trip on slurred words,"Need your king to fuck you till you're dumb, hm?" Your body shuddered as you toppled over the edge of your precipice, your juices ruining his clothes,"Again?" His neck wraps around the back of your neck and he pulls you into a kiss, teeth sinking into your plump lower lip.

Sukuna makes you ride him till he cums, that's the least you can do after he gave you such mind numbing orgasms each time, right?

"Use that tight little cunt to make your king cum, gambare gambare."

"What? Need my help again? What a pathetic little mortal."

He eventually guides your tired, worn out body on his aching cock, using you like a doll for his pleasure till he's leaking thick ropes of hot cum deep inside you.

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[tokidokinanami]

Cool Summer: A Smut rewrite (f!reader/Vyn Richter)

a/n: This smut is inspired by Vyn Richter's SR Card (Cool Summer). It contains minor spoilers for that card. 18+ only. Minors DO NOT INTERACT

Ao3 Version

Warnings: Smut, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Mutual Orgasm, Doggy Style, Missionary Position, Public Sex

Summary: A Smut rewrite of Vyn’s SR Card: Cool Summer. You and Vyn are trapped in a village because the roads are blocked. There’s a legend that says that if you find the two hidden springs in that village, a ”Dragon King” will solve your biggest problem. In an attempt to pass the time and Vyn’s persevering attitude to solve your biggest problem, both of you spend all day trying to find the springs. It ended in a hot, steamy encounter in one of the springs in the middle of the forest.

"Oh… the things I want to do to you…" He says in a low, coarse voice. "Why don’t we indulge, just. this. time."

You close your eyes, waiting for the moment your lips touch his.

Word Count: 4,866

You wake up to see the sun shining brightly towards your face. You didn’t realize you fell asleep after worrying and thinking about Vyn all night. You chuckle at the memory of Vyn falling off the bike. You’re still wondering why Vyn would borrow Professor Xumen’s bike and learn how to ride it in the dead of night. You hope he’s okay since you weren’t able to check up on him because you went home after seeing him getting accustomed to the bike. You feel your cheeks heat up as you think about him. It’s kind of hot seeing him sweaty, disheveled, and focused on achieving his goal.

You suddenly remember that you have to go check on how Vyn is doing. Feeling giddy at the thought of seeing him, you stood up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Since the weather is nice and sunny, you decided to wear a white off-shoulder sundress. After fixing yourself up, you see a piece of paper on the floor near your door. You turn the paper over and see that it’s from Vyn. He must have slid it under your door while you were asleep.

"My apologies for the late response. I will be out this morning. Can you meet me at the entrance of the hotel after breakfast?" it said on the paper

“Well this is cryptic. What is he thinking?” You thought to yourself. First, he’s learning how to ride a bike, now he’s nowhere to be found. As you walk towards the lobby, you see a bike coming towards you from a distance.

" Ah! Over here!" you yell.

Vyn stops in front of you with the bicycle. He looks at you from head to toe. Vyn was dazed at the sight of you. You were absolutely stunning in his eyes. He can’t seem to find the words to describe how gorgeous you looked in your sundress. His eyes stop at your chest, noticing that the dress is slightly transparent. He can’t help but be filled with desire. He knows he won’t be able to get his hands off of you.

"Vyn?"

"Oh! Uh.. My apologies, uhm, I did not see your messages last night," he says in a sincere tone.

"It’s okay. Where did you go? And what are those things inside the basket?" Curiously, you asked while eyeing the contents of the basket. There are many dewy, fresh fruits and vegetables in the basket. Their bright colors make them look appetizing! Suddenly, you hear your stomach growling. You suddenly get worried that Vyn could’ve heard that. Before you could even overthink, you heard Vyn chuckle. You hide your face from embarrassment.

"They're lovely! And they look delicious! Where are they from?" you ask, attempting to change the subject.

"I went to Professor Xumen’s house this morning. He helped me pick these from his vegetable garden"

"I see. But why did you pick these specific vegetables?"

He smiles. "Let us say that these are snacks for our trip"

You look at him quizzically. You stare at Vyn in surprise, with widened eyes at the sudden realization.

"We have a big problem that requires solving, do we not?"

"Oh, you mean the flooded roads?" you ask Vyn.

You remember the lore Professor Xumen mentioned to the two of you. He said that if you find the two well-hidden springs in the village, a "Dragon King" will solve your biggest problem. Currently, you and Vyn’s biggest problem is that all the roads out of town have been flooded. You remember telling Professor Xumen, somewhat exasperatedly, that if the two of you found the springs, you'd ask this "Dragon King" to clear the roads so you could visit the tourist attractions. Vyn must have caught on to that and wanted to appease your troubles.

"I was joking!" you exclaimed.

You feel your heart sinking. It was merely a random remark, yet he had taken it seriously. He went to all that trouble. For you. Although you are embarrassed by your childish remark, you can’t help but feel warmth in your heart.

Suddenly, Vyn leans down towards you. Silvery white hair gently sweeps the hair from your forehead. His golden eyes radiate a warm light. His mouth is so close to your ear.

"You did say it, after all. I do not plan on taking it as a joke" He lowers his voice and says so in such a tender manner, as if trying to seduce you. You feel his warm breath, slightly tickling your ear. You feel blood rise in your head as you look at his serious eyes.

"So, let us make it our travel plan. And go look for it together, " he continued while tucking your hair behind your ears. You can’t help but slightly squeal at his actions. You swallowed, nervous about what would happen next.

"Anyway, are you ready?" he asks as he moves away from you.

You breathe out.

"Yeah! Ride slow, okay?" you nervously smile.

"I’ll ride however you want me to. Just tell me" He asks in a seductive manner. Realizing the possible hidden meaning behind what you said, you look away from him. You sit on the back of the bicycle. You wrap your hand around Vyn’s waist. You feel him adjust his position so you’ll be able to hold on to him more. Your other hand is holding the basket. Vyn suddenly held your hand to adjust the way you’re holding on to him, making sure that you’re tightly embracing him.

He squeezes your hand. "Never let go. Hold on to me tightly so you won’t fall, okay? I got you."

You nod assuringly.

The scenery on both sides begins to fade away. The breeze lifts your hair as you hold onto your straw hat to keep it on your head.

"Woah," you blurt out.

"What is it? Am I riding too fast" Vyn asks, worried.

"Not at all! It’s just been a while since I sat on the back of a bicycle. It takes some getting used to."

As you hear his gentle laughter, your mood brightens. As you gaze at his back, the scenes from last night flash before your eyes. He only learned how to ride a bicycle last night, but it’s a really stable ride. Although Vyn is very gentle for the most part, you know that he’s anxious to outdo others. More importantly, he also does not want others to outdo him. Even if it’s something he’s not good at, he won’t easily concede. It’s as if there’s no such thing as "losing" in his dictionary.

"In fact, "talent" is a myth. People just don’t see the hard work others put in. In Vyn, I saw it clearly."

"Did you say something?" Vyn asks.

"A-Ah! N-Nothing!!" You bury your face on his back, hiding your shyness. You accidentally said what was on your mind. You hope Vyn didn’t hear that.

"I was… humming! Yes, humming. You must have misheard," you say as an excuse.

All of a sudden, you subconsciously tighten your grip around Vyn’s waist. You lean closer to his back in fear of falling. The bicycle went over a pebble, causing the bicycle to shake a bit. The warmth of his skin permeates through his shirt, traveling to your breasts. You feel him shuffling in his seat, slightly tense with your breasts against his back.

He coughs. I'm sorry. I did not watch the road carefully, " he quickly glances at you.

"Ah, sorry! I must have distracted you with my chattering. I’ll stop talking so you can focus on the road."

You don’t let go of your tight hold on Vyn’s waist, making him feel your breasts more.

"No, please, talk to me. I prefer it. I feel that I would ride better if I hear your voice. "

You feel your heart skip a beat. No man has ever made you feel this before. You hit another pebble before you could respond, causing your breasts to move on his back and your hands to drop at the front of his pants.You hear him hike a breath. You felt something hard, making you restless. Because of that, you quickly withdraw your hand, embarrassed. You feel amorous as your core throbs and your nipples harden. You’re sure that Vyn’s probably sensing it too, given that you also decided to only wear a bralette. Trying to ease the rising sexual tension between the two of you, you attempt to hold a conversation.

"Okay! The… scenery is beautiful. I’ll just talk to you about whatever comes to mind."

"Mhmm. Okay, " Whenever he speaks, his back vibrates, adding more sensation to your already sensitive breasts.

You hear the sound of the bicycle bell as you gaze at the farmlands stretching across the horizon. The cool breeze brushes against his silver hair, bringing a refreshing smell with the fragrance of grass along with it. This scenery made him more dreamy. You and Vyn continue to ride along the town road. You reach out with your hand to grab the wind, as if trying to capture this moment. You feel him smile as he stares at your face, filled with joy.

Eventually, the passing scenery before your eyes gradually fades. In this town, isolated from the world, his warm back is the only real and tangible thing to you. You hoped the road could be a little longer. After arriving at your destination, you discuss with Vyn possible theories on how to get to these springs.

"Ugh. Tracing the backflow of the streams would be an arduous task. " Frustrated, you look up at Vyn. To your surprise, he smiles at you.

"Trust me, okay? I will fulfill what I promised." You feel nothing but trust and love for this man, so you give in. You spend half of your day riding in circles around town. You notice a complicated chart on Vyn's phone. It’s something outside of your expertise, so it gave you more reason to be amazed at this man.

"You know, if I were ever stranded on a deserted island with you, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting lost." You say to him.

Vyn smiles and adjusts his glasses. He smirks, "Of course, with me by your side, there is no way I will ever allow you to be in such a dangerous situation. And you would not need to worry about your… needs. " Vyn seems to be implying something at the end, but you pay no mind to it.

"I have a rough location of where one of the springs is located. It is probably here." He adds as he points to something on the map. The location Vyn marked was in the middle of town. The two of you get down from the bicycle and head over on foot. After minutes of walking, you and Vyn arrive at a steaming spring in a small forest.

"Wow! This is amazing. " You stare at the stream with wide eyes.

"This should be the hot spring that represents "Yang" in the "Yin and Yang Spring."

"I can’t believe we found it! It’s really impossible to find unless you know where to look. No wonder Professor Xumen said that we’d be lucky to find it in a day. I knew you’d be able to find it. " You look back at Vyn with sparkling eyes. It warms his heart to know that you’d be so overjoyed by this. He’d do everything to put a smile on your face every day.

You run to him. You hug him tightly as you wrap your arms around his neck. You were filled with emotions, which is why you gave no second thought to how you acted. You feel his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

"You’re welcome. It looks like we have taken a huge step towards solving our problem." He says, rubbing your back while hugging you. You take a step back, shocked by what he said.

"Really! I was only kidding! You don’t have to take it seriously. Simply finding this one spring is already a great feat, and I’m thankful for that. "

"Actively wanting to solve problems proves that you have expectations for the future. Regardless of the credibility of the legend, a good expectation deserves a proactive response. So… I’m just trying to respond to those wonderful expectations of yours." He says this while staring deeply into your eyes.

You break eye contact. "Vyn…" Perhaps it’s the steam from the hot spring, but your cheeks and ears start burning. "L-Let’s go find the next spring! We still have to find the location of the cold spring. The sun is setting, so we should hurry up. "

You see him quietly laughing. "Alright."

After leaving the hot spring, Vyn confirms a few points. Then, he begins searching for the cold spring. However, he seemed to have made an error in determining the location. You and Vyn ended up in one of the mountain forests on a part of terrain that looks like a cluster of hills.

You didn’t want to disappoint Vyn, but you checked your phone and it was already 9 PM.

"Uhh… Vyn…. Why don’t we go back the way we came from?"

"Sorry… I promised that we would not get lost." He says apologetically.

"It’s okay. It’s not your fault. There were many streams in the forest. It’s easy to get lost." You reassure him.

"Don’t worry. I’m happy that we were able to find at least one spring today. It’s late now. We can come back tomorrow"

"But… the professor said that we had to find both springs in one day…" he looks away, still trying to look for the spring.

"Look, I was really kidding. I’m actually happy and grateful that you were even willing to look for it with me"

"Thank you." Perplexed by his response, you look at him in confusion.

He continues. "You accepted my invitation to come to this town, and we ended up trapped here by the rainstorms. I thought that we could at least have fun here if we could not leave the town."

"It’s not like we have to find both springs to have fun. The journey is more important than the destination! Besides, I just really wanted to spend time with you. It doesn’t really matter where I go… as long as I’m with you." You instantly cover your mouth after realizing the meaning behind your words. You make contact with Vyn’s deep golden eyes and your cheeks grow warmer. You begin to stutter and stumble with every word you say.

"Ah… I mean… Uhm…" You play with your fingers as you try to form words.

"Shh…" Vyn suddenly crouches down, placing his warm finger to your lips. You hold your breath.

"Listen," he says. You freeze at his words, frantically turning away from his golden eyes to survey your surroundings. In your haste to reach your destination, both of you had overlooked the sound hidden beneath the cicadas' cries in the summer night.Somewhere in the distance, you can hear the sound of rushing water. Different from that of a stream, this one sounds like a small waterfall. You widen your eyes.

"Ah! Could that be…"

"Let’s take a look." He naturally grabs your hand as he follows the sound to the spring. After a few minutes of walking, the sound gets louder and louder. You can’t help but feel your cheeks getting warmer as he tightly holds onto your hand. After a while, the two of you finally see the spring hidden deep in the forest. On a quiet summer night, the water flows quietly from the spring towards the streams afar. The clear spring water reflects the moon. You scoop up the spring water with your hands, letting it drip back down through your fingers.

"This must be it. I can’t believe we found it!" You look at Vyn, showing him the water you scooped from the spring.

"It looks like we were running around in circles but never noticed the sound of running water coming from here."

"I wonder if anybody else was able to find both springs on the same day like us. If the legend is true, then please hear my prayers and let us leave tomorrow. But… that’s probably impossible, right? Flooded roads don’t dry quickly, " you say, disappointedly.

Vyn quietly gazes at the spring water. You can see the refracted light wavering in his bright eyes.

"By the way, do you have any problems you want to solve? How about I give you this opportunity?"

Vyn hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. "I am okay… It is late. We should head back" He turns around, ready to walk back to town.

"Ah! Wait!" You grab a hold of his hand. He turns around and looks at you in surprise.

"It.. It took us forever to find this cold spring. We should cherish this opportunity. You’ve been riding the bicycle all day. Your feet must be tired, right?"

You see Vyn look at you with curious eyes.

"I… want to do something before we go. Stay here with me for a while more." You plead. You tell Vyn to sit by the spring. Taking off your shoes and socks, you put your feet in the spring. You sit at the side of the spring.

"When I get tired from walking on a vacation, I like to find a place with a cool spring and let my feet cool off. It helps relieve fatigue. You should try it. You stretch your legs comfortably as the cold water flows over your kneecaps, washing away the heat and fatigue.

"You might catch a cold. The spring is cold."

"You won’t. Just try it out and you’ll see."

Vyn’s reluctant, but he concedes and puts his feet into the spring.

"Well? I didn’t lie to you, right?" You say teasingly.

Vyn chuckles. "Yes, the temperature and the flow of water are just right. Suitable for resting and cooling off. "

"I know a way to cool you off even faster."

"Hmm?" Vyn looks at you quizzically. Before he could follow up with another question, you splashed cool spring water in Vyn’s direction. Faced with the sudden spray of water, Vyn subconsciously blocks it with his hand. The cool water lands on his hair and drips down the side of his face. Vyn blinks, confusion written in his golden eyes.

"Feel the water on your skin? Your body feels cooler, right? This is the best way to relieve fatigue and cool off in the summer!"

"I know another way to cool off…" Vyn looks straight into your eyes.

"Wha-- Uhh--" You stammer. Your heat rises even more at the sight of his skin through the wet part of his thin shirt. You see Vyn gently scoops some water with his right hand. Then, you see a playful glint in those golden eyes.

"Now, you need to watch out too!" In retaliation, he splashed water on you.

A splash of water hit your dress, causing the cloth to stick to your breasts, thus showing your already hard nubs. Embarrassed, you avoid eye contact. You suddenly sense Vyn jumping in the spring. You stare at him as he walks towards your direction. You don’t break eye contact with him as he gets closer to you. You see the water level gradually goes up to his waist.

You are sitting at the side of the spring with the water up to your knees while Vyn is just right in front of you, his figure parallel to yours. He’s walking awfully slowly towards you. His eyes seem to glint with animosity. He is waist-deep under the water, but his height is still equal to yours, despite the fact that you’re sitting. He takes a step closer, letting your legs wrap around his waist. He put his hands on your knees, caressing them tenderly. His palms slowly trail up to your thighs, still not breaking eye contact. Every touch is so sensual that it makes your nipples harden even more. You feel a little overstimulated with his touch and the cold, wet cloth clinging to your breasts. Blushing, you look away. He holds your chin, moving it to face him. He leans closer to your face. His sparkling, amber eyes gently gaze at your face. He looks at your cheeks, then at your chin, then at your lips. His eyes linger on your lips. You see him lick his lower lip as he stares at your soft, ample lips. Then, back to your eyes. His hands travel towards your ass and lift you off the side of the spring. He carries you to the middle of the spring, not putting you down. You tuck your slightly wet hair to the side and look at him. His sweet, amber eyes are shining brightly as they reflect the moonlight. Your hand caresses his face. You gulp. You feel his heated breath on your face. He moves his face closer to you. Both of your lips are now centimeters away from touching.

"Oh… the things I want to do to you…" He says in a low, coarse voice. "Why don’t we indulge, just. this. time."

You close your eyes, waiting for the moment your lips touch his.

"I love you," he says while brushing his lips against yours. Impatient, you hold his face and passionately kiss him. You seem to can’t get enough of each other. You lick his lips, begging for an opening. You feel him smile as you shove your tongue down his throat. He lightly sucks your tongue as you continue to kiss him. Vyn brings you back to the side of the spring. He places you back where you were sitting. Now with mobility, Vyn instantly crashes his lips into yours. His hands cup your face. You put your hand at the back of his head and gently pulled on his hair, urging him to kiss you deeper. Vyn, filled with lust, pulls your sundress down, along with your bralette, while kissing you. He pulls back to stare at you. Your breasts, propelled by the sundress and bralette, are exposed.

He doesn’t say anything. He just stares. Conscious, you look away. He holds your chin and moves it to face him. Still holding your chin and looking deep into your eyes, he says, "Don’t ever look away when I’m looking at you. I want to see you. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look? Whenever I look at you, I feel like I’m being pulled into a field of lavender on a sunny day. So warm and fragrant. So mesmerizing and beautiful. It fills me with desire. Desire to touch you, to embrace you, to feel you. As a medical professional, I always have to look presentable and put together… but when I’m with you… I can’t help but get overwhelmed with emotions… with wants I never thought I needed before."

Your breasts uncovered, he goes down and sucks one of your nipples while groping the other. Pleasure fills your body as you hold his head while he sucks your breasts.You pull your head back as you moan loudly, hoping that no one is near enough to hear you.

"Fuck, your breasts are divine." You moan even more as you hear him curse under his breath. It’s the first time you hear him curse.

You pull his head to face you again. You look straight into his lust-filled eyes and mouth the words "Fuck me. Please."

You need not say more as Vyn spreads your legs and pulls your panties to the side. He pulled his bulging cock out of his pants and rubbed it on your pussy. He feels your wetness, your slick on the head of his cock. You moan again when you feel the head throb against your clit. He motions it around your clit, obviously teasing you.

"Do you really want me to fuck you?" he asks, still rubbing it up and down on your pussy.

Already rendered brainless, you respond, "Yes. F-Fuck. Vilhelm, just fucking fuck me. Please! " You wail as you beg him to put it inside. You can’t take it anymore. You want him to fuck you stupid.

He pushes your thighs to spread them even more. Seeing it glistening under the moonlight, he shoves his cock inside. Both of you moan and gasp at the sensation. He moves slowly at first, wanting to feel and savor the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He quickened his pace. Every thrust he makes, he hits your g-spot. Your breasts jiggle, following the movements he makes. The two of you are like animals, moaning and not caring for whoever hears you. You wrap your legs around his waist so he can go deeper. His right hand is cupping your breast while his other hand is on your head, slightly pulling your hair to gain more traction as he fucks you. You only hear both of your moans and the squelching from your pussy and his cock.

You feel your climax quickly approaching so you scream, "Vyn, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum. Please"

"Oh you want to cum? Say my name. Come on, sweetie, you can do it."

His thrusts became even deeper and faster, making sure that it hit the right spot. As you get closer to your high, you squeal incomprehensible words.The pleasure is too much and you can’t string together a proper sentence.

"Come on, cum. Cum now."

Your back breaks as you scream his name. You spasm under his hold. You feel your walls tighten around his cock. You hear him curse again.

"Good girl." You tremble as he continues to thrust. He’s still thrusting even after you came. The stimulation is overbearing.

"Fuck, your pussy is so good. The way it tightens around me. I know it’s made for me. "

"P-p-please. T-too mu-much" you try your hardest to spring this sentence due to the overstimulation you’re experiencing.

"You think we’re done?" He briefly pulls out his cock and flips you on your stomach. He pushes your ass up and shoves his cock right in. You scream again.

"Fuck you’re so good. So so good for me. I bet you want this, right?" His hand tries to grab your neck and chokes you as he thrusts. His movements are becoming more erratic and inconsistent. He’s close.

He pulls your hair so he can pull you back into his cock. So full of pleasure, you can’t seem to form sentences anymore. Even after cumming, you feel another one fast approaching. His other hand looks for your clit and moves it.

"Fuck. I’m going to cum. Cum with me. "

Like a switch, you scream as you cum again while his cock is inside. He repeatedly says your name as he's cumming. You feel it pulsate inside you as he fills you with his seed. After a few more pumps, he pulls his cock out. You feel his semen drip from your pussy. It’s a sight Vyn always wanted to see.

Since you have no more energy to stand up, let alone clean yourself, Vyn carries you and cleans you up in the spring.

"C-cold…" You hiss.

"I’m sorry. I just need to clean you up before we go back to the hotel. I have a spare shirt there. You can use that."

"What about you?" you ask him with concern.

He smiles. "Don’t worry about me, okay?" He kisses your forehead.

"How about you sleep in my room tonight? It’d be nice to just cuddle after that. I’ll also clean you up again at the hotel, but this time, with warmer water. Would you like that?"

You nod in agreement. After cleaning you up, you wear Vyn’s spare shirt.

Once back at the hotel, no one dared question why you’re wearing Vyn’s shirt and why Vyn is soaking wet. However, when Luke, Marius, and Artem called, Vyn didn’t get the last of it from them. Leave it to them to be extra worried about you.

"Why did you guys even look for a spring so late at night? You know how cold and dark it is. You could’ve put her in danger!" Luke exclaims.

"So much for two doctorate degrees," you hear Artem mumble.

Vyn snaps. "It must be sad to have one degree and one lost teacher.

You hear Marius cackle at Vyn’s remark. "I’ve already contacted the manager of the hotel to arrange an in-bed dinner for the both of you. This is so she won’t have to go outside. Hey! Oneesan! I curated the food you’re going to eat. I specifically chose warm food, so think about me when you take a bite, okay! "

"She won’t be thinking about you, because she’ll be too busy thinking about me." Vyn responds. “And maybe too busy eating me…” Vyn adds in a quiet voice, but enough for them to hear.

“Wh–”

Before the three boys could retaliate, Vyn closed the call and put his phone on silent. You laugh at him.

"Don’t mind them. Come on, it’s time for your shower."

[poursomesunaonme]

plundering the captain’s heart

pairing: pirate!toji fushiguro x fem!reader

summary: the infamous captain returns after a long and arduous journey, walking into the pub where you work at, hoping to find respite in the endless pattern you always find yourselves falling into.

wc: 5.5k

author’s note: happy birthday to my fav whore<333 i’ve had this fic brewing for sooo long and i’m so happy i could finally share it with y’all hehehe

cw: nsfw, minors dni, alcohol consumption (good at the time to consent), thigh riding, finger sucking, size kink brrr, female guided masturbation, exhibitionism i guess?, possessiveness, hair pulling, choking, spitting, biting, spanking, rough sex, a little pussy job, daddy kink, dacryphilia, overstim, dumbification, degradation & brief slut shaming, breeding, creampie, little sprinkle of fluff

song inspo: ava adore by the smashing pumpkins

“y/n!” hazel called out to you from behind the bar. “look who’s back!”

without hesitation, you whirled around to see the rugged pirate leading his crew through the doors of your tavern. a rueful smile toyed with the corners of your lips as you watched them approach their usual seating, which was occupied by oblivious customers who didn’t know that those particular booths were reserved for a special group of people.

the dark-haired captain exchanged a few words in a seemingly amicable manner with the trespassers, but their faces shone with a fear at the words that you couldn’t make out over the din of the tavern. they scurried like scared mice to the other side of the room, whispering amongst themselves frantically, eyes darting back at the cocky group. the pirate and his crew let out hearty laughs as they took their seats and chatted amongst themselves as they waited to be served, acting like nothing had happened.

scanning the room, you deduced that all of the other waitresses were occupied. so, with a huffing sigh, you took it upon yourself to minister to the crew. and suddenly, your charm was turned on to the max: your shirt was unbuttoned a few bits too low, revealing the plush skin of your chest that was exaggerated by a corset that sat upon your waist; the sway in your hips undulated with each step that you took towards the crew, hypnotizing them in a dangerous rhythm. their eyes shone like stars as they beheld your approach.

the captain was slow on the uptake, still telling a joke to his crew despite them being obviously preoccupied by something else. finally, finished with their inattentiveness, he followed their line of sight to your figure. he had one of the best poker faces in town, so if he was excited to see you, the sentiment wasn’t apparent on his face. you couldn’t lie to yourself, the lack of reaction was disappointing given your history.

“well, look who it is,” the captain announced as his eyes wandered up and down your figure unabashedly. “long time no see, love.”

“indeed it has been, toji,” you marveled, pressing two hands on the table to provide support as you leaned over. the crew’s jaws dropped at the sight of your cleavage peeking through the neckline of your blouse. a smirk curved the corners of your lips into a smile as you relented and straightened up, taking away their free show. you hoped that the peek reminded toji of what he had been deprived of in the last few months.

“did ya miss me?” toji waggled his eyebrows obnoxiously, to which you rolled your eyes. he didn’t seem flustered in the slightest at the oldest trick in your book, but it wasn’t any big deal. your gaze settled on his son that sat next to him as he sheepishly avoided the area you inhabited in his periphery after seeing the plump curve of your breasts. the poor thing was so shy, so you did your best to make him feel more comfortable.

“of course, dear!” you gushed sarcastically, drawing the attention of the pirate’s son - and his second in command. the games that you and toji played were familiar to the whole crew. they watched with wide eyes as you teased each other relentlessly. “i cried myself to sleep every night over you!”

you gave up your acting to give a wink to megumi, who’s cheeks reddened at your attention. toji roared with laughter, veined fist beating the wood of the table. the other patrons looked up in fear at the sound that boomed throughout the tavern, but after seeing it was the giant of a man who was the most feared regular, they minded their own business. strands of hair fell into your face as you shook your head at his antics. toji slapped a hand on the shoulder of his son, still doubled over in glee.

“i told ya scum i have that effect on the ladies!”

you clicked your teeth, a sigh escaping past your plush lips. “i told you lot that you have to fuel his ego, otherwise he’ll go off the deep end. looks like someone has to take a break from sailing, eh, fog brain?”

the other pirates howled with mirth while you soaked up the attention. you obviously were one of the favorite waitresses in the tavern, and your tips were indicative of that. the aura you exuded was extremely popular with the customers, especially the sailors who were constantly stopping in for refreshments after long grueling journeys at sea. toji didn’t bother responding to your last jab, so you instead switched to doing the job you came to do.

“enough with the small talk, let’s get you tired sailors drunk, hm?” you suggested. toji rolled his eyes at the word that he hated to be used in reference to his career, but the other men nodded eagerly at the prospect of alcohol to sip on.

“i’ve told you a million times, y/n,” toji scoffed, lacing his fingers behind his head. your mouth went dry at the sight of his huge biceps flexing in the honeyed light of the tavern. blinking rapidly to reign in wandering thoughts, you were able to focus on him once again. “we’re pirates.”

the surrounding men switched from the desire to drink to the desire to correct you with their captain until you leaned over sweetly to get their attention once again. they ate out of the palm of your hand as you took their attention immediately, followed by their orders, not even needing a pad and pen to keep track of what they wanted. a view of your chest was required to dominate their attention, so you gave it. toji ogled especially long, having not seen you in a few months. it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest since the pirate had given up the act of not being interested in drinking up the sight of your body.

after memorizing their orders, you turned and glided away, feeling the eyes that glued themselves to your backside. with a grin, you put extra effort into the mesmerizing rock of your hips. your name lilted from their mouths to your ears as they shamelessly talked of how much they had missed seeing your radiant face during the time they were away, among other more suggestive themes that threatened to send a rush of heat to your cheeks.

“i have a sneaking suspicion that tonight’s gonna pay for my rent,” you commented to hazel as you joined her behind the bar. she begrudgingly agreed with you with a low grunt, serving the lonely souls that frequented the stools in front of her.

“seems i always have luck with the pirates,” you went on, relishing in the glances they stole in your direction as you filled up an entire tray’s worth of beer and other liquors. their captain would hold gazes with you, occasionally blowing you kisses or sending a wink that made your heart skip a beat.

“luck with toji, you mean,” she snickered after seeing a bout of his flirtatiousness. your face heated while your eyes crawled over to the handsome captain, now joking with the rest of his crew. the bob of his adam’s apple as he laughed drew your lips to the skin like a magnet.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you wondered, still gazing at the man that arrested all of your attention. your coworker bumped her elbow into your arm teasingly.

“he’s obviously got a crush,” she explained like it was common knowledge. were you really that oblivious?

“what makes you say that?” it wasn’t like the two of you were in love, but the nights that the two of you had spent together were indicative of something of a different nature. but you had convinced yourself that it wasn’t long term, well, a long time ago.

“oh, my dear,” hazel laughed with a mirth that had her clutching his stomach in just a few moments, “well, he’s obviously the biggest flirt i’ve met, but the tips say something different in regards to your service.”

“oh? i thought he was just nice.”

your naïvite had hazel giggling again as her hand clasped your shoulder. “oh, sweet y/n, go get your money. and don’t pretend that i don’t know about what goes on with you two when he gets home.”

you ignored her last comment but, at her encouragement, grabbed the alcohol-ladened tray and set it on your shoulder. the liquid threatened to spill over its containers as you sauntered over to the crew. their faces lit with a giddy joy when they beheld their angel who was burdened with their sweet nectar.

“howdy, boys!” you sang, setting the tray down and giving them their drinks. the glasses threatened to break as they smashed them together in an enthused toast. rolling your eyes, you let them be and attended to your other customers. the tavern was relatively busy that night, being that it was a weekend and the rowdy group of men kept ordering drinks.

the pirates stayed long into the night, using the quaint and friendly atmosphere to take a drunken respite from their grueling labor on the sea. salt still coated their skin, spreading through the air as they stuck like stubborn barnacles to the booths.

another few rounds of drinks were laid before them before the last few patrons stumbled out of the door. the pirates seemed not to be in any kind of rush; and you were dead set on getting your money’s worth. you and hazel were the last two working, both set to close up shop together. however, in your mind, you had worked up a plan to make sure that you wouldn’t be going home alone.

“i’ll stick around here and close up, hazel,” you told your friend as you cleaned glasses behind the bar. she snickered, putting up the cup that she finished.

“really taking one for the team tonight, hm?” she teased, giving you a quick squeeze. “i wanna hear all about toji tomorrow.”

she sauntered out from behind the bar before you could say anything. after waving goodbye to the crew that roared obnoxiously at their own joke, she took her leave. the door of the tavern swung shut - it was just you and the crew.

they didn’t give any indication or intention of leaving in the near future, and you were finished with your closing tasks after procrastinating by joking around with hazel for so long. cold glass pressed into your lips as the bitter taste of ale stung your throat before you approached the group once again. the rough grain of the wooden floor screeched as you pulled up a chair, much to their amusement.

you stayed with the pirates long into the night, the candle wicks burning to the quick as the hours ticked by. they told you stories of their journeys, so eager to entertain you that it made your heart swell. toji, especially, embellished his tales to the most outrageous of heights; however, it was endearing, to say the least, watching as his fellow crew members threatened to retell a story because of the wild inaccuracies.

but you, you could’ve ignored how with each passing moment, the distance between your and toji’s body closed. touches both accidental and voluntary, glances short and gazes long; every opportunity to share contact was taken as the two of you drew closer. every single time you laid eyes on him, caught him looking at you, your heartbeat sped up erratically. every time he caressed a hand against your thigh, every time your hands brushed, you felt yourself pool between your legs.

you could’ve ignored the nonverbal gestures that toji gave to his crew that he was going to make his move on you. megumi’s eartips flamed at his father’s suggestiveness, but the other crewmates only snickered to themselves at the obvious mannerisms that toji was executing. and you were shameless about it. ever since the pirate walked into the room at the beginning of the night, you knew, deep down, that the two of you were going to follow the pattern you always did.

but you just couldn’t ignore the powerful pounding of your heart in your chest cavity as toji slammed you unceremoniously against the alleyway wall. tongues intertwined desperately as his mouth threatened to swallow you whole. he towered over you, ginormous hands roaming all over your body over your clothes.

the gritty brick soiled your backside as the captain’s body further pushed you into the wall. your hands tried to grasp at his back, but at the width of his torso and the speed of his own groping, your movements were lost in the gale of his lust. he granted you a reprieve, pulling back to behold how swollen your lips already were, how your hair tumbled from the style that you originally had it in for work. but the poor captain was intoxicated - not on the amount of alcohol, but on you. he descended upon you again, drinking in your sweet scent, your breathy moans, your trembling movements.

toji’s hands easily slid through the v of your neckline to palm at your tits. you became acutely aware of his girthy thigh pushing between your legs - you parted them easily, resting your greedy sex on the muscled limb. with a rhythm that you thought to have been long gone, your hips began to grind up and down his thigh. toji’s hands drifted from your chest down to your hips, gripping them as he pushed your bottom half down harder to provide more friction.

“i’m assuming i’m gonna get a good tip then?” you managed to force out between ferocious kisses. toji’s breath fanned across your face as he laughed, the pungent odor of beer invading your nostrils. his arms continued to guide your aching center across his thigh.

“oh, darlin’,” the pirate purred, green eyes flashing with a wild lust, “it’s gonna be much more than just the tip.”

his suggestive comment was all you needed before you were unsaddling yourself from your perch on his leg and dragging him back to your cramped apartment, throwing open and locking the door behind the two of you. it was just in the nick of time, too, because toji wasted no time in slinging you over his shoulder before dumping your body onto your bed.

your legs parted like curtains, waiting for him to slither up between them. after his long voyage, you wanted nothing more than to feel him all around you, but especially buried in you. but, the pirate made no such move to indulge in your desires.

“toji, you comin’?” you questioned, sitting up slightly. your confused (and slightly disappointed) face was absolutely endearing to toji, who knew he was going to have a field day using you to fuel his ego.

“hmm, give me a second to think,” he drawled, crossing one arm to his chest. the other hand tapped his lips thoughtfully; his scar flashed white in the moonlight that filtered through the small window in your room. you huffed, scrambling to the foot of the bed, hand grasping at his massive arm to pull him to bed.

“quit being such a tease, i’ve missed you,” you whined, tugging at him. his huge hand wrapped around yours, gently prying you off his arm. his teeth shone in a malicious grin as he took a step forward. you were suddenly reminded of his ginormous size as he towered over your small frame nestled on the bed.

“oh? why don’t you show me, then?” he released your hand but didn’t move a muscle. your brows furrowed together once again, eyes darting down to make sure that the pirate that stood before you did in fact have an erection poking through his pants. the man that was known to fuck anything was sure exercising an alarming amount of self-control.

“what?” was your incredulous response. you knew exactly what he was talking about, but you wanted him to say it so you were sure that you weren’t imagining things. this was something that toji decided to respond to; he gently cupped your face, pushing a thumb past your lips. you sucked obediently, hollowing out your cheeks as toji looked down on you with a manic look in his eyes.

“show me what you do when you miss me,” he grinned, removing his thumb from your mouth, watching as the beads of saliva that connected his digit to your lips dripped down his hand. your heart skipped a beat at the lewd request, but something about putting on a show for your man lit in your core a fire that you couldn’t accurately explain.

“o-oh, okay,” you breathed, crawling back to the head of your bed to make yourself comfortable. fingers trailed down over the top of your clothes, the rustling of the fabric the only thing that made a sound in the room as the two of you held your breath, waiting for the other to make a move. toji was the first to break before your hands even reached your skirt.

“don’t be shy, love, let me see that body of yours.” before you knew it, he was sliding between your legs like you needed, but it was only to help you remove the barriers of your clothes. you had never known toji to be a patient man, especially not when it came to sex. he always had his way, whenever he wanted; so the snail’s pace at which he undressed you blew your mind.

lips slotted together and parted hungrily as his tongue slid into your mouth. his fingers worked deftly to unlace your corset; the speed in which he did - and without the aid of his eyes, nonetheless - had you bucking your hips against him for friction. toji’s teeth sunk into your bottom lip as he pulled back, keeping the skin caught between the trap of his mouth for a little longer before letting go.

clicking his teeth, he laid down on his side, making himself comfortable with a direct line of sight with your crotch. one hand upheld his head, one hip turned to allow his leg to prop at an angle; he was the perfect picture of leisure as you shrugged off your shirt and removed your skirt and panties.

“god, look at how wet you are already,” toji purred at the sight of your bare cunt when you parted your legs for him a second time. making a v with your fingers, you parted your folds to show him what he had been missing. “what a needy little girl… you gonna play with that pretty pussy for me?”

you nodded wordlessly, using your middle finger to start rubbing circles into your needy clit. the nerves jumped at the first skin on skin contact, eager for more stimulation as toji watched, pupils blown as desire began to take control of him.

“yeah, yeah, show me how much you’ve missed me,” he egged you on, scooting his body closer to get a better view of your gorgeous cunt. your ring finger joined the first in the movements on your clit, the extra ground covered adding a surprising amount of pleasure. “atta girl… here, let me help.”

toji rose slightly from his position. his cheeks puffed before he spat a glob of spit onto your pussy, coating the already soaking flesh with more lubricant. “that better, love? gonna go faster?”

“mmhm,” you whined as your fingers picked up the pace with minds of their own. from the corner of your eye, you could see toji’s erection through his loose pants. the sight of it nearly made you drool as you imagined his length splitting you open. your thighs twitched in response to stimulating your throbbing clit.

“you already seem so sensitive, love,” toji commented, ever observant. teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you bit back a tremulous whine.

“i just want you, babe,” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. the emptiness within your walls spoke volumes as you clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.

“shh, i know,” toji purred, a wide smile stretching the scar that puckered through his lips. “can you take a few fingers in that gorgeous cunt, babe? you know you have to get ready for me.”

gathering up the juices that spilled from your pussy onto your fingertips, two fingers slid in easily. the stretch of your walls was a welcome sensation, but it wasn’t nearly enough compared to the satisfaction that would ring in your nerves as toji split you open.

toji watched through lidded eyes, undressing himself at a leisurely pace, as you worked yourself to an orgasm. it was difficult work jacking yourself off whenever the pinnacle of your pleasure was right in front of you. but your fingers curled against your sweet spot until they were cramping, a sheen of sweat decorating your skin.

the pitch of your whines grew higher and higher in tandem with the proximity to your orgasm. a heat spread through every blood vessel in your body as your eyes wandered up and down his chiseled body.

“are you gonna cum for me, princess?” his voice rumbled through your chest cavity as he leaned forward slightly, running a finger down your inner thigh. the sensitive skin twitched in response to the featherlight touch.

“yes, t-toji.”

“yes what?” your eyes rolled back into your head at his insistence of using the nickname. but you hadn’t seen him in a while, so turning him off now would surely cause some heartache, as he was prone to dramatics and disappearing for days on end.

“yes, daddy,” you spat out the word, much to toji’s delight. his other hand latched onto your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh in his meaty hands. the ball of energy undulated throughout your body as the orgasm hit, overcoming you with bliss.

“that’s my girl,” he purred, leaning forward and licking a stripe between your breasts, the salt clinging to his lips. he tweaked your nipples, relishing in the squeak that tore through your throat. the climax wasn’t that overwhelming, seeing that you were faced with a much better opportunity.

“hah, ’m hardly yours,” you bit back before you could get a reign on your attitude. however, the reply was received in a manner that you didn’t mind one bit, drawing a possessive spirit from toji’s usually cocky composure.

“oh, ho ho, that means you slept with other men?” a malicious smile seized his lips as he towered over you. a glimmer of pre glistened on his tip, aching to be buried inside of your plush walls. and seeing as you’d enraged the pirate, his member wouldn’t have to wait for long.

“i mean, yeah, toji, you were gone for months-”

“and you can just go around slutting yourself out?” the captain wasn’t going to settle for some dumb excuse. you should’ve known that you belonged to him and only him. and he was sure as hell going to make sure you would never forget it.

“toji, i wasn’t-”

“i’ll show you what it means to get fucked,” he growled as he grabbed your arms, fingers digging uncomfortably into your skin. he manhandled you, twisting your body around so that your chest fell onto the bed, ass up in the air. “i’ll show you how you should cum, so every time you decide to go for a mediocre cock you can think of me.”

you whimpered as he slid his thick girth between your slick folds, back and forth, before he was amply coated in your arousal. and still, even after you both were ready, he withheld himself from you meanly. your hips wiggled against his length while you grasped pitifully at the hand that gripped your ass.

“want this cock, huh?” he drawled, tip resting just outside your entrance. the pre that leaked through his slit dribbled into your hole, which still contracted around nothing. you tried to push back against him, to slip even just the head of his cock into your aching pussy, but the hand on your ass held you firmly in place.

“yes, daddy,” you whimpered, hoping that the nickname would inspire the pirate to show some clemency. but it only fueled his desire to berate you.

“say you’re my slut.”

“‘m your slut, daddy.”

the words couldn’t have left your mouth sooner before toji was splitting you open with his cock. your lips cracked ajar, a broken moan ripped from your throat as toji began thrusting without a second thought. walls screaming with his size, tears sprang to your eyes at the inability to adjust in time for him to speed up his pace.

the force of his hips snapping into yours sent your entire body careening forward. try as you might, the grip that you tried to hold on the sheets didn’t provide a solid base against toji’s earth-shattering thrusts; and you slipped back down onto the mattress again.

the inside of your thighs stung with the slapping of skin, at the powerful ruts that buried his cock in your cunt. the pain blossomed across your aching skin, but melted into a dangerously warm pleasure as tears stung your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks.

sniffles began to punctuate your reedy moans as toji continued to pound into you, hands sliding down your back to push on your spine, drawing a more prominent arch that allowed his cock to burrow deeper into your irresistible warmth. toji noticed the sound coming through your nose and peered down at you, finding a pearly tear slipping down your cheek, illuminated by the moonlight.

“you’re so pretty when you cry, slut.”

his girthy fingers tangled in your hair, yanking you upwards with such a force that threatened to tear out your hair follicles. but that discomfort, too, dissolved straight into liquid arousal that shot itself straight to your cunt. toji leaned down over you, breath hot against your ear while the pace of his thrusts didn’t falter with the change of position.

“you’re my slut,” he spat out, hand wrapping around your throat. he squeezed meanly, palm pushing against the pipe under the skin, not exactly threatening to break it, but most certainly showing you that he could. your mouth hung ajar, so he took the opportunity to spit into it, the faint taste of ale dancing across your taste buds. grunts of exertion from each rough thrust forced past his lips, fanning across your skin, as his teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder.

“my whore.” he bit down again, harder that time, supple flesh giving way to the indents of calcium. a cry tore from your lips the sharpness of teeth in your sensitive skin, tears beading along your waterline at the luminous agony that unfurled in your nerves.

“mine.”

toji latched his lips onto the reddened areas of his barrage, suckling on the throbbing wounds. your limbs jerked in retaliation to the overwhelming stimulation, but toji didn’t pay any mind. he released the suction hold with a pop, moving to kiss you roughly once again. it was messy, sensual, and oh so nasty.

his cock twitched within you, signaling the unraveling of any self control that he had left. his hand snaked back to your locks to use your hair as leverage, pulling you back to sheath himself in your cunt, then bullying your hips away with a snap of his. the cycle repeated itself until your legs had given out beneath you, and toji’s hands snuck under your hips to hold you up.

“only mine,” he growled. “and i’ll put a baby in you just to make sure you know.”

if you had thought that he couldn’t get more aggressive, you were dead wrong. it was borderline abusive, the way his cock tore through your walls - no, it was abusive. with each thrust, your insides were ripped open, muscles screaming with the stretch that was forced to accommodate his colossal girth.

but it felt so fucking divine, how warm, how perfect he was sinking into your gooey walls. how the arousal that coated his cock dripped down the backs of your thighs, forming an embarrassing pool on your sheets. and referring to your bed, it was safe to say that the crack that resonated from one of the bedposts while the world tilted diagonally signaled that the monster of a man had broken the bedframe.

but that wasn’t concerning at the moment. what dominated your attention was how your walls clenched and creamed deliciously around toji’s cock, how his balls slapped meanly but serendipitously against your clit. and how the dark spots that crept up from beneath your vision marked the onslaught of a powerful orgasm.

“mmm, too much!” you squeaked, twinges of sharp pains shooting through your clit at the overstimulation. but toji’s pace was relentless, unchanging, slamming into you wave after wave.

“take it, slut,” he growled, dismissing your whimpers with thrusts that punctuated every syllable.

toes curling, you lost the ability to form words. everything was so hard, everything but laying there and taking the pounding cock within your plush cunt. it’s all you wanted, was to be toji’s forever and ever. no matter where he was, he was yours, and vice versa. nobody could ever top his place in your heart.

“toji,” you managed to babble. “toji, toji, toji.”

“fuck, i love it when you say it like that,” he gasped, “so fucked out, so pretty. god, i love you, doll.”

“love you,” you whimpered, ignoring the fact that it was the first time he’d ever uttered those words to you as he delivered a flurry of powerful blows to your ass. the stinging was the last ingredient needed in the recipe for your orgasm. a titillating moan tore from your lips as stars flashed behind your eyes. toji’s speed picked up impossibly fast as his hands snaked underneath your torso, pulling you up flush against his back.

his lithe fingers reached down to toy with your clit, to augment the force of your contractions around his cock as he spilled into you, cum mixing with cream as the dripping mess coated his shaft, leaking down your legs.

hand cupping your chin, he tilted your head to the side to kiss you once again, licking the tears off your face when he had the power to tear himself away from your saccharine lips. his thrusts slowed into something more deliberate and calculating, still playing with your pussy as the aftershocks continued to rock throughout your body.

after recovering from the mind-numbing orgasm, your hands wound through his hair, pulling his head closer to you. he took it as a cue to pull out, his cum quickly following suit as it splattered onto the sheets without something to cork it into your cunt.

the two of you ignored it as you collapsed onto the mattress, ignoring the tilt as you angled your bodies so that they wouldn’t slip down the incline. toji’s warm arms wrapped around you, pulling your back against his warm chest. your foot hooked behind his knee to pull his leg closer to tessellate against your body like a puzzle piece.

“i’ve missed you, darlin’,” he murmured into your hair. taking his arm and situating it so that his hand rested under your cheek, you pressed a kiss to his skin. a haze of drowsiness washed over you, slowly pulling you into blackness.

“i’ve missed you, too,” you whispered. “but when are you leaving me again?”

a breathy laugh left the captain’s nose, rustling through your hair as he flexed around you, sheltering you in the warmth of his body. you nuzzled against him, feeling a giddy happiness make its home in your heart, at being reunited with your lover after so much time apart.

“never, if you wanna come with us on the next voyage.”

the statement drew a derisive snort from you. “as if. i’d rather settle for the few and far between fucks. they’re much more fun.”

“are they?” he snickered. “suit yourself.”

you settled into a comfortable silence, one that lasted so long that you thought toji had fallen asleep in the drowsiness that came after an orgasm. your heart skipped a beat as he piped up once more, tongue loosened with the bliss following the passionate sex.

“y/n, i’m not leaving. you’ve got my heart, somehow, ‘n i don’t wanna leave.”

you didn’t say a word, just snuggled closer against the heart that you had plundered and made your own, against the man that you somehow had wrapped around your finger. his deepening breath signaled a dip into sleep that you would soon be taking, but the feeling of being wrapped in the arms of someone who you loved and who loved you just as much, that was something to savor.

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[tokidokinanami]

A cottage amidst a field of flowers (Fluff Oneshot)

a/n: I highly encourage listening to a playlist I made while reading this chapter because it was inspired by that playlist. If not that, listen to the composition "New Home" by Austin Farewell. It's absolutely amazing.

ao3 version

Summary: You and Vyn buy a cottage just outside of Stellis.

Word Count: 663

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"Sweetheart, come here," Vyn says in the most gentle voice. He's pointing you towards the mountain of blankets he put on the couch. You and Vyn have just moved to a small, quaint town just outside of Stellis. Both of you bought a small cottage in the middle of a field of trees and flowers. You and Vyn love collecting and taking care of plants, so this was the perfect location for both of you. "Wait a minute," you yell, as you prepare two hot chocolates. You put tiny bits of dark chocolate nubs on Vyn's mug because he likes it a little bit bitter. You walk towards the living room, surprised to see Vyn so immersed in the book he's reading. You smile to yourself. You thought, "This man is the love of my life." You are filled with joy and comfort as you stare at him. Vyn looks at you.

"What are you staring at?" He asks you, looking quizzical.

"Nothing," you answer. You find yourself internally smiling at the sight.

You placed the mugs on the wooden coffee table that came with the cottage.

"Come here," Vyn says as he extends his arms, motioning for you to sit under his arms. As you sit under his long, slender arms, you feel warmth in your cheeks. He kisses your cheek as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, putting the blanket around both of your bodies. He stares at you, wondering how he was able to have such a wonderful and beautiful woman. He'll do everything he can to deserve you every day.

"So what are we going to read today?" You ask Vyn, scooting closer to him, desiring the warmth his body provided.

"Hmm, let me surprise you."

You laugh at his remark. You nod at him. He stands and picks up a book from the pile of boxes sitting at the side of your living room. You must admit that you miss the warmth his body provided. His gentle touch and the slight friction on his skin gave you. You stare at him as he walks towards the turntable. Of course, he chooses classical music. He goes back under the blanket and hands you the book. As you open the book and read the first few lines, you feel Vyn’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulders. He kisses your forehead longingly. You grabbed the hand that was on your waist and intertwined it with your fingers. You didn't mind holding the book with only one hand. As you turn to the next page, you hear the faint sound of rain on the roof. This scene was truly picturesque. The classical music, along with the slight drops of rain in the background. However, that is not the best thing about this moment. It's not the fact that you're surrounded by flowers or that you're living in a cottage amidst a vast field of flowers. It's the fact that Vyn Richter is by your side, his hands intertwined with yours, and his eyes gleaming with love when he looks at you. He was yours, and you were his. You wouldn't have it any other way. You reach for your cup of hot chocolate. You take one sip, leaving chocolate remnants around your lips. Vyn chuckled at the sight of you. He holds your chin and pulls it closer to his face. You stare at his eyes. You see his desire and passion-filled eyes wander around your face. He leans closer, putting his lips parallel to yours. He brushes his plump lips against yours, rendering you completely red. You close your eyes, waiting for the moment. You feel his hot breath on your face. Before you knew it, he kissed you, full of love, longing, and adoration. He mouths the words "I love you" as he kisses you. You cup his face, deepening the kiss more.

You’ll never let him go.

[fuwushiguro]

Daddy Was Always Honest, Never Had a Santa Claus

Track Four: Big Bag | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: If there's one thing certain in life it's that I'm never leaving my daddy Toji out of an event :) Warnings: stepcest, daddy kink, bratting, car sex, degradation, praise, petnames, orgasm denial, fingering, vaginal penetration, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie. Words: 2.6k

Your daddy hates it when you’re a brat. That’s how you found yourself in an alleyway in London getting fucked within an inch of your life in the backseat of his hired town car. There is part of you that is remorseful, of course, but there is an even bigger part of you that is grinning from ear to ear at this very expected turn of events. He just fucks you better when he’s riled up. And there’s absolutely no better way to rile him up that to be a big brat. You think he doesn’t know you do it on purpose? Huh? Do you think you have a dumb ol’ daddy who doesn’t know how much you like getting fucked like a whore?

He may tell you he hates it when you brat, but secretly, he loves it.

He flew you and your brother Megumi out to London so that you could do some Christmas shopping together. His wallet is as fat as his cock, and you love him for it. Your poor mother, she couldn’t even come and spend the holidays here with you because she was busy with work. What a shame. It means you have your daddy all to yourself.

Megumi isn’t stupid, either, he knows you’re his dad’s extra piece of ass. But he doesn’t care. Your brother, God love him, is quite possibly a bigger brat than you are. He isn’t a brat in the sense he’ll throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get what he wants. Toji just loves to throw money at him, so he’s come to expect it. He’s willing to turn a blind eye to your indiscretions so long as he gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And it suits Toji just fine, that’s what he’s been doing his whole life anyway.

“Let me out here, I matched with some whore on Tinder. Gonna meet her for some drinks and fuck her later.” Megumi explains. Toji nods, signalling the driver to pull over and let his son out. “I’ll be needing some cash for the date, of course.”

“Naturally, here, piss off and enjoy getting your dick wet. Later Megs,” Toji waves as your driver took off again.

He noticed you pouting out of the corner of his eye. Such a damn brat. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, you know he never does when you go all puppy dog eyes on him. So, you begin to whimper. Pawing at his shirt and snuggling closer to him.

“Daaaaaaddy.” you fuss, doing all that you can to gain his attention.

“What, baby? What is it?”

“’s not fair, daddy.” you tell him, folding your arms and moving away from him with a disgruntled expression on your sweet little face. He chuckles at that. So petulant and just plain adorable.

“What’s not fair darlin’? Look at me ‘n tell me, daddy can’t make it better unless you tell me.” he expresses. When you don’t budge, your eyes widen when you feel his enormous arms wrap around you. He pulls you onto his lap, commanding you to look him in the eyes as he manoeuvres your face with his index finger. “Tell me right now. Or I’m taking all of your new designer shit right on back to the store.”

“It’s just… why do you let Megumi do whatever he wants but not me? I’d never be allowed to go to a bar alone… you’re so strict with me, Toji.”

“Sorry, didn’t catch that. What the fuck did you just call me?”

“’m sorry… I meant daddy. I love you daddy.”

“That’s what I thought. It’s a big scary city sweetheart, ‘n you’re daddy’s little girl aren’tcha? Don’t want anything to happen to my baby, wanna keep you safe at all times.”

“But—”

“Enough. I know best, don’t I? Now, we’re gonna go back to the hotel and get ready ‘cause I’m takin’ you somewhere fancy to eat, alright?”

The novelty of your bratty behaviour quickly wore off, for him. You’d been in a bad mood since you got back to your hotel room. Normally you enjoy listening to music while you get ready, but today you sat in silence with the gloomiest expression on your face he’s ever seen.

Despite the fact you were wearing one of the absolutely gorgeous new dresses he’d bought for you, it still didn’t coax a smile out of you. Ungrateful little bitch. You didn’t even give your daddy a twirl. Why the fuck did he pay for it if you won’t even show him how good you look in it?

Just keep pushing him, see what happens.

You’re back in the town car again. The sky is black, and the Christmas lights are illuminating the sky. There’s too much light pollution for the stars to shine, but the seasonal decorations are the perfect substitute. And you’re back to where you had been earlier, the stores are still open. And suddenly, you’re in the mood to shop again.

“Daddy, I want some new shoes.” you tell him.

“That’s nice baby. But that’s not how I’ve taught you to ask for things plus you’ve been a little shit all day. So,”

“Can I please have some news shoes daddy?” you ask, oh so nicely, fluttering your big fake eyelashes at him. He smiles, holding your chin by his thumb and index finger as he tilts you towards him for a kiss. But instead of a kiss, you’re gifted with a smirk.

“No.”

And that’s it. You screamed bloody murder in the back of the car, pulling out your perfectly styled hair and flinging your shoes you already had on at him. Repeats of how much you wanted new shoes shrieked through the car, until finally,

“Alright, pull over.” Toji lamented. You were smiling so sweetly again, using the mirror from your purse to put your hair back in place. Such a damn brat.

That’s it, keep pushing him juuuust like that.

There was barely any room for either of you to move when you got back into the car. You’d given your daddy’s credit card a gorgeous workout, filling the boot of the car to the brim. You were never going to just get one pair of new shoes. And shoes weren’t the limit, either. More new clothes as well as new makeup to boot. Plus, a few sets of sexy lingerie just for daddy.

Even he couldn’t deny the way his cock hardened as you modelled them for him in the changing room.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you for my new things, daddy.”

“You better be good at the restaurant now, eat all your food ‘n behave yourself.” Toji tells you, there is an expectant look on his face. He expects you to be good. He knows you’re his good little girl, he just doesn’t know what’s gotten into you today.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Baby—”

“No! I don’t want to go, Toji! I don’t wanna go I wanna go home.”

“Fuck sake. Hey, see this alleyway? Yeah. Pull the fuck over.”

Your heart rate quickened as the driver did as he was told. Toji threw a fat roll of cash at him and told him to go somewhere for a little while. He wanted some privacy with his favourite girl. It was exhilarating and alarming all in one terrifying bout. You made the interesting decision to ignore him; only adding an aggressive fuel to the fire.

Do you have a death wish?

He watched you with a threatening glare and a frightening smirk. You found one of the many new lipsticks you’d bought with your daddy’s money in one of the canary yellow bags resting by your feet. It was admirable, really, how you took your time with coating your lips in the nude pink, sweet tasting lipsticks. If he wasn’t already hard, he’s sure it would have had him standing to attention.

“I’ve been sooo naughty, daddy.” you speak as you offer him an over dramatic pout. He yanks you over to him by your wrist, spreading your legs open roughly with heavy palms. He gathers up your dress, slowly… slowly… slowly… until your slutty panties are exposed. The chilling air conditioning in the car instead hitting the sodden material. He laughs when you shudder against him. Poor, sweet thing.

“Such a bad girl for daddy, ain’t ya?”

“Mhmm, I just— oh, daddy!” you are interrupted as he starts prodding at the sticky, black lace between your legs.

“Just wanted your pussy played with, hm? Shoulda told me. Y’know I can’t get enough of your little princess cunt, baby. Tell daddy what you want.”

You can’t think and he’s barely touched you. Simple rubs over lace have you keening and mewling like a lunatic. He cherishes the sight of you losing your fucking sanity over nothing but a little bit of pussy rubbing. Daddy has such good fingers. He’s going at a snails pace, and still, you’re writhing uncontrollably. You’re worse when he does eventually pick up the pace. You try and hide in the crook of his neck, but he’d never allow that.

“Aw, c’mon now. Weren’t so shy when you were throwing a tantrum earlier. Do you want spend all of my fucking money again? Huh? Is that what you want baby?” Toji questions as he continues to flick his fingers over your clit.

“N-No! I want… I want—”

“I’ve only rubbed your cute clit a little, don’t tell me my baby has gone dumb already. What do you want?”

“Finger fuck me! Please, please daddy! I- I- I wanna cum all over your fingers, I need it daddy! I need it s’bad!”

He spreads your legs wider than you thought was possible. You watched as Toji sucked his fingers clean of your slick before moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. His fingers plunged inside of you again, his thumb not letting up on your swollen clit.

“Ohhhhh fuck, daddy! ‘m gonna cum-! Gonna cum f’you daddy!” you manage to breathe out through the delicious assault. He kisses your neck, unrelenting. A sign of solidarity that you are being a good girl for him now. And he’ll give you everything you want.

“So soon baby? Cum f’me… Go on, show daddy how pretty girls cum.”

Your teeth clenched. His lips pressed into your pulse point again and again as you chased your high. He’s such a good kisser. Your daddy always knows just the right places to show you love. You start to buck furiously against his fingers. So damn eager. So fucking needy. There was nothing you craved more in the entire world than this, right now. You wanted to cum. Cum for him.

And he pulled away.

Your eyes shot open, searching his features. He was mocking you. Fuck. You really messed up, it’s been a while since he denied you of anything you wanted. You couldn’t bear to think how long he’d drag this out for.

“D-Daddy?”

“Aw, you’re adorable, darlin’. My little girl is so confused. But you should know better by now, brats don’t get to cum.”

He brought you to the edge and ripped it away from you over and over and over again. It was amusing to him, to see you become such a foolish, babbling mess. All you could manage was slurred wants and desires. Needs and necessities. And he just wouldn’t give them to you. Do you blame him? After the way you behaved; he doesn’t think it’s such a bad thing that he’s battering your g-spot until your brain becomes soupy liquid dribbling from your ears. Tongue lolled out like a whore, just how he likes you.

Daddy’s little whore.

He soon grows tired tormenting fingertips drawing circles into your dewy core. He positions you on all fours, determined to bully his cock into you instead. It’s still near impossible to take his entire length despite the endless time he spent finger fucking your tremoring cunt.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his wrist to gain better leverage to fuck into your spent little hole. The whole car rocks when he starts. It’s so embarrassing, but neither of you can find the ability to care. You can only hope no one comes by and notices what you’re up to. Toji, on the other hand, takes great delight in the prospect of passers by hearing you cry for his cock.

“S’big daddy!”

“I know baby, fuckin’ big. Describe it. Describe it for daddy.”

“Ah-! Too big f’me! So full, daddy! So full, want your cum…”

There was no chance that you could get away with this act of public indency, not with the way you were caterwauling. Toji was splitting you in two! You were sure of it. He began to pound into you with reckless abandon, and you hoped this meant you’d finally be allowed to cum. You held your stomach, positive you could feel him in your fucking womb.

“’m gonna cum daddy, please, please. Can I?”

“Cream daddy, darlin’. Want your creamy pussy gushin’ round me.”

And it’s lights out after that. You remember your vision clouding for a few moments, but he wouldn’t let you pass out on him. Harsh slaps to your face and rear brought you back from the brink of unconsciousness, and you looked over your shoulder, only to be greeted with a furious scowl.

“Don’t dare try to fall asleep baby, not done with ya.”

The statement remains true for a matter of seconds before he floods your stretched walls with his gooey, rich, cum. He’s grunting above you like an animal, unable to control his primal instincts. Marking your pretty pussy is one of the greatest joys of his life, you’re his. You are Toji Fushiguro’s marked little girl, your pussy is his property.

“C’mere. Turn around, face me. Face me, sweetheart.” he instructs. You’re slow in your movements. And of course your perfect daddy is quick to help you. Pulling you around like a perfect little doll, positioning you until you’re eye level with his cock. “Clean it.” he demands.

“D-Daddy…”

“Suck it clean darlin’. Don’t make me ask you again.”

You’d never deny him a request, especially one which involves his cock down your throat. You can feel him softening from his intense orgasm, and yet he’s still monstrously huge. He shudders each time your tongue darts into his slit. You want to do a thorough job of cleaning him, after all. You trace each vein of his drained shaft with your mischievous tongue.

Perfect girl. Perfect slut.

He pulls out, tracing his tip over your plump lips a few times before he gets a little rougher. Before long, he’s smearing leaky cum and your brand new lipstick all around the lower half of your face. Your mascara has already run down your face, so much crying over daddy’s big cock. Such a pretty baby. Your gorgeous face is daddy’s canvas.

“’m tired daddy… can we please go back to the hotel?” you ask, you flinch a little as soon as you speak. Realising that it sounds like you still haven’t learnt your lesson.

“Fuck it,” he starts. He pulls you onto his lap as he scrolls through his contacts to instruct your driver to take you back to the hotel. “orderin’ room service and fuckin’ your cute little pussy s’more. Alright? But we are going out for food tomorrow. And you better fucking behave yourself.” he explains, the stern bass in his voice made you squeeze your thighs ever so slightly. You burrow your face into his neck, peppering your favourite daddy in sweet, affectionate kisses.

“Thank you daddy.” you whisper.

He squeezes his arm around you a little tighter. You giggle at the change in pressure, you’re so close to your daddy. Barely any room to move. To breathe. And you love it. You love him. And…

“I love you, princess.”

© 2021 fuwushiguro

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[chocochipsushi]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞?

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2021 Chocochipsushi Kinktober - Day 2

⤷ 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞 as your tutor

⤷ TW: Protective!Nanami, pleasure kink (a little), public masturbation (f. receiving), a little bit of a begging kink

⤷ WC: 3.8K

⤷ Short summary: You wear a school girl outfit for Halloween on campus, and Nanami hates the way guys are staring.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

I swear I am a bright kid. I really am. But goddamn, university is hard. I thought college was tough but I scraped by just working hard on my own with barely any social life. But boy, is this another level.

I’m sitting in the library now, nervously waiting for a friend of a friend to arrive. She had recommended him to me after seeing just how stressed I have been with my grades and trying to catch up with the syllabus. Apparently he is now a Masters student who has done this subject in his undergraduate days and aced it without any help. He doesn’t do any tutoring, really, but he is apparently her brother’s friend, or something, and he reluctantly agreed to tutoring me.

I know what a hassle it is to be doing something you don’t quite want to do. So I actually got him a cup of coffee and a sandwich. It’s three in the afternoon, so I guess it is teatime.

I am trying to go through concepts that I already know, just so I don’t look stupid in front of my new tutor, when I see a finger on my notebook, tapping twice. I look up in shock, only to be staring up at a blonde man wearing a blue button-down, his shirt tight around his shoulders and his arms. I am probably gaping like an infatuated idiot as I trace my eyes over his sharp features. The handsome man raises an eyebrow in question as my name rolls off his tongue, almost experimentally. My mouth dries.

“Yeah,” I whisper, suddenly glad that we’re in the library because that was not voluntary. “Nanami? Kento? Nanami Ken—?”

“Just Nanami,” he mutters, pulling out the chair next to me.

I nod. As he settles down, putting his file down to get out a piece of paper and a pen, I push the cup of coffee and sandwich I got him in his direction.

“I got you coffee and a sandwich,” I squeak nervously. He flickers his eyes to the side to regard me with a stern, lifeless gaze. I blink and swallow. “I— Just to thank you.”

He stares at me for a few seconds longer. Then, he hums, looking away. “I don’t take anything with caffeine after 12.”

My heart falls. “Oh.”

The male flicks his eyes to my face, assessing the disappointment that makes my lips pout. He eventually asks, “Where is the sandwich from?”

I frown a little at the question before answering in a quiet voice because I know I am going to be rejected again. “The small bakery around the corner, you wouldn’t—”

“I like their bread.”

I shut up and gape at him, my heart swelling at the idea of Nanami accepting one out of offerings. I pick it up and give it to him slowly, almost like I am trying to feed a dangerous animal. The male looks down at the sandwich for a second before taking it from me. His eyes dart up to my now happy face as I beam at him. He looks away and nods at my notes.

“What do you need help with?”

It’s been a month since Nanami has started tutoring me and I can tell that it is paying off. I understand better in my lectures, and my grades for my weekly assignments have been improving. I have also gotten more acquainted with the blonde man, who apparently is just as stoic and expressionless as when I had first met him. The only difference is that he lets me get away with slacking off for five minutes now, and he lets me get away with being a chatterbox.

“What should I wear for Halloween?” I ask him as I sip on my milkshake distractedly. Hearing a grunt from the man who is taking a sip of his decaffeinated beverage, I look up at him curiously. He has taken off his thin-wired glasses that he only wears when he has to read through notes. “What are you going to wear, Nanami?”

“I’m not dressing up.”

I frown. “But why? There are discounts all over campus if you go in wearing a costume.”

“If I stay home, I wouldn’t even need to spend a single cent.”

I roll my eyes and blow a raspberry, which only earns a glare from him. I give him a cheeky grin in return. “I think I know what I’m going to dress up as.”

“What?”

“Secret,” I tease him, even though I am sure he doesn’t care.

Now, it is his turn to roll his eyes. He shifts in his seat and points at my notes. “Whatever. Not that I care, anyway. Get back to work.”

Nanami is already at the library when I get there. He had just been checking his watch before lifting his head, his beady eyes landing accurately on me. I feel so self-conscious as I walk over to where he is, feeling his gaze searing into my Halloween outfit.

Usually, he would be occupying himself with other tasks at hand while waiting for me. But this time, he keeps his eyes on me, unblinking, even when I am standing next to him, his face is tilted to the side and upwards to stare at me. By now, my face is red and my legs and hands feel like jelly. His gaze always feels so heavy.

“What are you supposed to be?” comes his quiet, brooding question.

I cannot get any redder at this point. “A school girl,” I answer him in a small whine.

Nanami lets out a short exhale as he runs his eyes down my blouse, my pleated skirt, and my knee high socks. He runs his hand through his blonde hair as he looks away, only to wear a frown. I watch him scan the space around us, his expression gradually getting stonier. I decide to give our surroundings a look too, but Nanami stands so abruptly that I snap my surprised eyes back to him.

He picks up his file and grabs my wrist, pulling me along with him. His touch on my skin burns, and my heart is racing at the absurdity of this situation (and also because this is the first time Nanami has ever touched me). I stumble behind him, trying to catch up with his long, almost angry strides. I wonder what he is so mad about. Everyone seemed to like my costume, even some tutors that I had today.

I let him pull me to a secluded study corner behind shelves and shelves of books, where only three other people are either on their laptops or poring over their books. Nanami yanks me down into the last seat at the bench while he stays standing behind me, his arms crossed over his chest. I turn in my seat as I look up at him in confusion, my eyes round.

“What?” I whisper, not wanting to disturb the other students studying.

“Why are you dressed like this?”

“It’s Halloween!” I hiss, glancing behind him to see that everyone has their headphones on. I raise my voice a little. “Why are you acting like this?”

Nanami runs a hand over his face in frustration. He pulls the chair out next to me and takes a seat facing me, his elbows on his knees so that his face is closer to mine. I have to hold my breath as I wait for him to speak.

“Next time, don’t wear something so… suggestive to a place of study.”

I cross my arms over my chest angrily. “Why not? It's 'not like you care, anyway'!”

It’s not fair of him to treat me so coldly most times yet thinking he has the authority to tell me off when it comes to what I am wearing. Who does he think he is?

He pins me with a death glare. “It’s just not appropriate,” he mutters, struggling to keep his eyes on mine. He looks away quickly and scoots his chair in, placing his file on the table. “Get your notes out,” he orders quietly, nodding at me.

I huff, not quite in the mood to study anymore, but I still get my notes out on the table. Nanami pulls the sleeves of his blue shirt back, showing off his veins and his forearm muscles. I glance at him to see that he is wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead. Maybe he really is very concerned about me. The library is always cold.

“I’m sorry,” I finally whisper, leaning towards him a little so he hears me. The male looks down at me with furrowed brows. “I thought it was a cute outfit. I was debating between this and a bunny one.”

His jaw tenses as he bites on his bottom lip. He simply stares at me, not saying anything. I awkwardly clear my throat and move away.

“I got an A for the last assignment,” I tell him happily, holding up the paper to flaunt my grades. “But I need help with this concept…” I put the paper down to flip through my notes. “We learnt it today, but…”

I start to trail off when he moves his chair closer and I feel his rough hand on my thigh. The rest of my sentence gets stuck in my throat as Nanami drags his hand up slowly. My mind is feeling as I glance over at him, who has his eyes trained on my notes. I swallow and continue.

“But I still don’t know how this gets to this…”

Nanami hums. The tips of his fingers now trace over my crotch lightly, causing my hair to stand. “I’ve explained this before, sweetheart,” he clicks his tongue. He puts a bit more pressure on his index finger as he draws shapes around my clit. “Are you sure you still don’t know?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, turning my head to face him.

Nanami looks at me. His eyes flicker about my features, watching the nervousness on my face morph into slight shock when he dips his finger under the material of my panties. He bites his bottom lip when he sees the way my eyebrows furrow and my lips part in a silent moan as he slides the length of his finger over my sensitive bud. The corner of his lip tilts upwards so slightly.

Pulling his finger out, he tugs on the hem of my panties. I give him a worried look, but he simply hums and soothes my inner thigh with several strokes of his hand. I lift my hips off the chair and he pulls my panties down, dragging it down my legs. Then, he bends and ducks his head under the table, fishing my underwear off the ground. Before he comes back up, he presses a kiss on my thigh and shoves my panties into his pocket.

He sits back upright, this time sliding his hand down my thigh to hook under my leg. He carries my thigh and places it on his knee so that I have my legs spread. I whine quietly to Nanami at the cold air touching me down there, but he only stares at me, taking in my pleading look.

“Nanami…” I whisper in another whine, trying to shut my legs now.

But the male grips onto my thigh, keeping them open. He tuts. “Be a good girl, Darling. Let me thank you for dressing up.”

“But it’s not for—”

“Whatever,” he mutters, finally impatient with my dragging. “Let me touch your pretty pussy. I’ve been waiting to stuff you with my fingers since you showed up.”

Words have been stolen right out of my mouth. I never knew I would have such an effect on Nanami. He is a handsome and smart man who never takes any BS. He’s always stern with me and never lets me feel like I am special, even though I am sure he knows that I am a little crush on him. But he never acted any other way than a strict tutor to me, which is why I am just as starstruck and excited as I am nervous and shocked to know that Nanami has been trying to push away his urge to touch me when he first laid eyes on me today.

The male now tickles my folds with his finger, flitting the tip of it over my lips so gently and carefully. I shiver a little at his touch. Deciding that, fuck it, I deserve this, after all the shutdowns I have gotten from flirting with him, I shift a little in my seat, spreading my legs wider.

Nanami moans softly as thanks. I watch him bring his hand out from under the table to lick the tip of his finger. Then, he returns to meet my clit with his slightly cold fingertip. I let out a soft moan. His teeth tugs on his bottom lip when he sees the way I clench on my pen and my notes.

“Continue, sweetheart,” he compels in his low voice. “What else do you need help with?”

I gulp and take a deep breath. It is so difficult to focus and to speak, when he is flicking my folds with his finger so leisurely, his other hand resting on my knee that is hanging over his thigh.

“Um…” I squeak breathily. “I… I, um…”

“Pussy’s got your tongue, baby?” Nanami coos, a teasing lilt in his question as he rims my pussy with his finger.

I mewl, turning my head to give him a begging look. The male grins. He pulls the tip of his finger out of my hole, dragging it up my folds to tap twice on my clit before gently, teasingly, rubbing it in circles. I put my pen and notes down impatiently before reaching my hand under the table to cover his. I push his hand down until his middle finger is resting at my entrance again.

Nanami hums. Leaning into my ear, he whispers, “Squeeze your little pussy for me, baby.”

My body reacts without thinking. My pelvic floor clenches and I feel a little honey trickling out of my pussy. Nanami moans quietly when he feels my juices being pushed out of my body, his finger immediately getting coated by the wetness. He slides his middle and ring fingers up and down my slit, just spreading my slick around, before dipping them down to push them into my tight hole.

I grip onto his hand, wanting to push him away yet wanting him to go deeper. He slides into my wetness easily, spreading my hole with thicker, longer fingers than I can pleasure myself with. I let out a soft mewl, leaning onto his arm, resting my chin on his bicep. Nanami lowers his head a little, just to be eye level with me. He slides his fingers out in a tormentingly slow pace as he watches my face screw up into a whiny, almost puppy look. A short, quiet growl rumbles from the male’s chest.

As he enters his digits inside of me again, this time in an upward angle, he closes the distance between our faces and presses his lips to mine. I hold my breath, not just because Nanami is kissing me, but because of the way he is wiggling his teasing fingers inside of me. He tilts his head and gives me an opened, just slightly wet kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“It is a cute outfit, you know,” he whispers, resting his chin on his palm now while his other hand is sliding in and out of my pussy at an unhurried pace. I have to swallow as I try to look into his dark eyes. “But I hate the stares you get.”

My throat is closed and it is very hard to even try to get words out. “But I—”

“Imagine you in a bunny costume… I’d have to send you straight home.”

“But Nanami—”

I let out such a lewd and embarrassing sound that I immediately slap a hand over my mouth when he starts to pump his fingers inside of me, the heel of his palm just resting on my clit. Nanami watches me with his dark, intense eyes, the look on his face just as expressionless as always. It is only from the way he is sucking on his inner cheeks that I know that he is enjoying my reactions.

“Oh, if I’d known this was how I could get you to shut up…” Nanami muses with a slight smirk on his lips. I give him a weak glare, especially when he says, “Sometimes you talk too much.”

I press my palm even harder on my mouth when he massages the heel of hand on my clit all the while his fingers are thrusting into me. The sticky sound of my slick in contact with his hand is distinct in this quiet part of the library, but the students around us are preoccupied with whatever is flowing from their headphones into their ears to hear it, or even notice me moaning.

I have to lift my head away from Nanami’s shaking arm as he quickens his finger fucking, the heel of his palm now no longer rubbing on my clit but simply slapping on the puffy bud every time he drives his digits deep inside of me. But he is violating my fluttering pussy at such a speed that my head lolls to the side onto his shoulder with my eyes shut in pleasure.

Someone around us clears their throat, effectively stopping Nanami’s hand from moving, afraid that we’d been caught. My pussy pulses around his fingers as he slowly slides out of me, leaving me empty. He looks around, just to make sure that we’re not being watchd. And when he sees that the other students are still way too focused on their own work, he turns back to me. Sliding his fingers up my folds, spreading my slick all over my swollen lips, Nanami’s endpoint is my clit when his fingers rest just so lightly.

“So sensitive,” he coos softly, his warm breath ghosting my ear. He slots my swollen bud between his pointer and middle finger now. “And so wet…”

Nanami moans, sliding his fingers back and forth on my clit, sometimes making scissoring motions to massage the sensitive pearl. My body twitches as I hide my face in his armpit. I have to bite on my bottom lip so I don’t let out any embarrassing sounds. But it is so hard, especially when Nanami now slides his fingers all the way down and into my hole, replacing the attention on my clit with his thumb.

“Nanami— nngh…”

I whine softly, unable to stay quiet now. He has his fingers sliding in and out of me slowly in a torturous but gratifying pace, always curling and pressing on my sweet spot with every penetration. His thumb rubs circles on my clit, just toying with it unhurriedly.

“Do you feel good?”

I nod to Nanami’s question, my eyes shut and my mind swirling with different colours of pleasure. He hums. Stopping his fingers from moving inside of me, he buries them deep inside while his thumb continues rubbing lazy circles on my clit. My walls clench around his thick fingers and I feel a familiar tug in my lower belly.

“Do you want to cum, baby?”

“Yes, please, Nanami,” I whisper, lifting my head to look at him. I probably look desperate but at this point, I am already rocking my hips, trying to ride his fingers. I really don’t care what he thinks of me.

He hums again, his eyes flickering down to my lips. “You want me to make you cum?” he coos.

I nod my head as I reach down to grab his wrist, keeping his hand there as I ride his digits. “Yes, please, Nanami.”

“Do you look as pretty cumming as you do when you’re saying ‘please’?”

Using his other hand, he massages and kneads my flesh that is resting on his lap, at the same time trying to keep my legs wide open. Without wasting his time, Nanami’s hand moves almost at lightning speed. He fucks me fast and hard with his fingers that the angry splashes my juices make are loud in the quiet space. I just know that I am soaking his hand, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I am dripping down onto the library floor too. He takes his thumb off my clit now as he slams his palm against it, rubbing relentlessly with the heel of his hand.

My entire body spasms, my legs struggling to stay open even though I am trying to clamp Nanami’s hand between them. I have to turn my head to sink my teeth down on his muscular shoulder to bar my moans from being too loud. I cum so hard that I see black for a few seconds, my entire body feeling nothing but tingling with pleasure.

It takes me almost a minute to cool down. And when I do, I flutter my eyes open, only to be face-to-face with Nanami. He slides his drenched fingers out of my weakly pulsing cunt slowly. He rests his hand on my thigh while I let go of his shoulder. The both of us glance down at the dark blue spot on his shirt where my drool is concentrated. I flicker embarrassed eyes up to meet his gaze.

“I’m sor—”

I gasp a little when he simply leans down to capture my lips in his. He kisses me softly, gently, almost like an experiment. I tilt my head and kiss him back once I have gotten over the shock. His hand on my inner thigh that is on his lap squeezes my flesh gently before he moves away and breaks the kiss. I open my eyes to look at him.

“I’m pretty sure we can’t study here anymore,” Nanami whispers.

I stretch my body a little to look behind him and see that several students are now glancing our way. I immediately turn red and hide my face behind his build. Nanami chuckles softly. He pats my thigh.

“Come, pack up. We’d better leave.”

I nod my head. While I keep my barely touched materials, I see from the corner of my eye, Nanami wiping his cum-covered hand with my panties. Then, he stuffs it back into his pocket. I don’t say anything about it, but it makes my heart flip. Once we’re packed up, we quickly stand and leave the crime scene with Nanami trailing behind me closely. Right before we leave the secluded corner of the library, I feel his warm palm enveloping mine and his presence towering over me as he leans in.

“You do look very pretty. When you beg and when you cum.”

-

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Sticky Paws

Day Twenty-Three: Free Use | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: Toji I've missed you 🥵 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, noncon, spanking, pussy slapping, oral (female receiving), fingering, daddy kink, dacryphilia, masturbation. Words: 1.7k

The all too familiar sound of your step-son trudging up the driveway followed by your husband slamming the door vibrated your skin enough to form goosebumps. What is it this time? They’re always bickering over something or other. Although by the daggers you just barely catch in your husbands eye out of the window, it seems a little more intense today. Megumi seems to be getting worse and worse as the days go by. Defying orders, getting in trouble at school, challenging you and his father at every turn. It doesn’t bother you, he’s a teenager. What did you expect? But that’s something Toji just can’t seem to comprehend.

With Megumi out of the kitchen and already storming up the stairs, you know what’s to follow soon after.

Bang. His door.

And with that, you can already feel Toji’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You just want to get the dishes finished so you can relax for the rest of the evening. Must he do this every single time he fights with his son? Yes. He needs to. It’s the only way to relieve his stress. And this is what you agreed to when he met you.

Free use.

Your pussy is his do to with as he sees fit, whenever he wants.

Your breath hitches as your panties are brought down to your ankles in one fell swoop. He’s addicted to your cunt, it takes him no time at all to gain access to your wet, weeping walls. Your left leg steps out of the white, lace garment. But that’s just as patient as he can bear to be. He forces your right leg up, knee crashing with the countertop with your underwear hanging lewdly around your ankle.

Your breasts are practically in the water-filled sink while the side of your face rests on the window. He snarls as a brutish palm collides with your body. Your ass and your sensitive sex. You’re not nearly wet enough for him, he tells you. There’s only one thing he can do about that. He drops down to the balls of his feet so he can get closer to your heat. Two fingers circle brutally into your tremoring bud, the overwhelming intensity is too much to enjoy just yet. You’re practically singing Toji’s name when he dips his tongue into your fluttering hole.

He knows you love his tongue the most.

He knows you love the feeling of being spread open too. But one hand is busy, won’t you take some fucking initiative for him? Apparently you’re too fucked out from the feeling of his tongue and large fingers being attentive with your heat. His free hand spanks your rear, he pulls away momentarily to speak.

“Spread.”

And you do. Your hand instantly slithers to the fat of your ass cheek to open yourself up more for him. His unused hand grips into the soft flesh of your left cheek, perfect teamwork to open yourself up for him.

He knows you love it. He’s your husband, after all. He knows your body better than you know it yourself, at this point. Your cunt gushes slick all over his tongue from the feeling of being opened up for him.

You were unsure about your little arrangement at first. Being unable to object to sex if he wants it was a little scary to say the least. But he put his money where his mouth was. ‘Let me show you a good time,’ he smirked, ‘you’ll want me to fuck you any chance I get afterwards.’ And you did. Even now, sex wasn’t on your mind, but now that his tongue is fucking your insides you couldn’t be happier.

Thank you, Megumi.

Your moaning is boisterous as your husband works your sloppy cunt. But he hasn’t gotten you all worked up so that you feel good. This is for him, remember? He is the one who has a petulant brat for a son. He is the one who needs to put up with his attitude and name-calling day in day out. So you’re going to take his fat cock, and you’re going to make him feel all better. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Right? This is what you’re made for. This is why he put a ring on your finger. So, you better take it, if you know what’s good for you.

He knows he’s big. He knows he should have fingered you before he began to prod his tip at your quivering hole. But he just can’t wait dammit. Don’t you understand? No… That isn’t fair. It’s very clear that you do understand. That’s why he can see a few tears roll down your face in the reflection of the window. That’s why you’re doing your best to silently sob and not ruin this for him. You’re trying so hard, aren’t you? Sweet, real sweet. A good wife. A perfect slippery hole for him. Try harder.

The hiss and crying whimper that erupts from your lungs has his head rolling back in ecstasy. His cock is already dribbling inside of you, and it’s just the tip. He’s going to go further, and further, and further until…

“Daddy!” you cry. He laughs, and hushes you.

“Yeah, daddy’s got a real big cock, don’t he?” he coos, admiring the way your pretty pussy eagerly sucks in his gargantuan length. What a good girl you are. No wonder he put a ring on it.

He’s got a few rounds in him, he knows for a fact. You know it too. He never cums just once, he never has in your entire marriage. You’re prepared to not be able to walk tomorrow. It’s lucky, really, that he refuses to let you get a job of your own. What do you need a silly thing like that for, anyway? He makes enough money for you to live comfortably. He always says: ‘you’ve already got two important jobs. Blowjobs and handjobs.’ It is funny. He has a humorous side to him when he wants, but it is a little unfulfilling to be home each and everyday with no ambitions of your own.

But right now, you’re very fulfilled. Filled with your daddy’s monster cock. He’s always so rough with you. His fingers curl into your hair and use you for leverage as he fucks into your velvety walls.

“Takin’ this cock so well f’me, darlin’.” he praises. It isn’t enough to stop the freefalling tears dripping from your eyes. It feels good. Incredible, really. It’s just so much. So big! Too much! He pulls your form closer to his, your legs close as you pull them together and he didn’t think you could possibly feel any tighter. But you do, fuck. Tightest cunt he’s ever felt.

His tightening balls slap against your taint, the pornographic sound of skin slapping skin fills the entire room. The entire house. You hope Megumi has those noise cancelling earphones on like he normally does. You’re sure you can feel him in your throat, your mouth. The assault on your pussy is endless, not that you’d want it to end. You feel so whole, so full. As you should. You married Toji, you want your insides to be a perfect mould for his perfect length.

One of his large hands slithers to your breast, while the other settles happily on your clit once again. Your sweet little face is evidently overwhelmed by each individual sensation Toji is inflicting upon you. He’ll never grant you a moments rest to catch your breath. Cream him. Y’hear? Cream daddy’s cock.

“Wanna see you full with my kid, y’hear me baby? Gonna fuck you full one of these days.” he tells you. It’s bullshit, of course. He barely likes the one he’s saddled with, let alone a tiny one who needs constant attention. Although, that’s probably what he thinks you’re for. But you don’t mind Toji depositing his load inside of you, he always does. You’re protected. It’s almost risk free. You want his warmth. It’s your reward for being such an obedient little hole for him.

Your moans are broken and you’re squirming in every direction possible. He doesn’t stop fucking into you. The ferocity of your orgasm literally has you screaming through it all. Toji doesn’t care, he hopes his little brat is cringing upstairs in his room over this. You don’t care either, you can’t. You literally can’t stop yourself. Your husbands big arms are holding you close, skin tight in fact, as he continues drilling into you. Manly moans and huffs fill your ear and rush straight to your core. You didn’t think you could be any wetter, honestly, but you can feel how silky and wet Toji feels in your gummy insides.

And it’s just made worse when Toji finally cums right after you. Creamy white cum filling you up like a donut. He pulled out instantly. You couldn’t tell if you were hot or cold. The temperature of his seed dribbling down your inner thighs simply wasn’t registering in your mind. Was it warming or cooling you? Sperm is warm. Your insides feel warm, anyway. You shiver when Toji feels down your inner thighs. He briskly teases your clit before pulling away. His thick, white essence coating and webbing on his fingers.

“Look at that, baby.” he tells you. And you giggle as you stare, admiring it. It’s so opaque and thick, it almost looks like yoghurt. It’d get you knocked up in an instant if it could, you imagine. You keen and moan your way into a kiss with your husband as he fingers you again and forces his cum back into you. He pulls away from your mouth, biting your lip as he does. “Good fucking girl.”

Megumi hadn’t been listening to his music with those overpriced, noise-cancelling headphones your husband paid a fortune for. He never does when he riles his father up. Because he knows how his father likes to calm down when Megumi pisses him off to new heights. He takes it out on you.

Megumi pretends to slam the door when he approaches his room, but in actuality, he sits atop the staircase with his hands down his underwear. He’s been acting up more lately. Porn simply isn’t cutting it anymore. He likes to hear the moans of his step-mother as his father ruins her pretty, tight cunt. He hasn’t seen it, but he knows. You cry about it enough, after all. Daddy’s too big for you, right? Sick bitch. He’s not your daddy, you’re just a kinky slut. He doesn’t mind that, though.

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I Want You To Know

Day Nineteen: Bimbofication | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Shota Aizawa x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: He's such a zaddy Warnings: 18+, pseudocest, dubcon, vaginal sex, possessive relationship, creampie, alcohol consumption, dumbification, bimbofication, dry humping, degradation, praise, slight choking, dacryphilia, breeding kink. Words: 2.4k

It would be an understatement to say that you weren’t impressed when your daddy brought home Eri. Your daddy wasn’t too pleased to hear you refer to his newly adopted daughter as a that rather than a she. As in, ‘what is that?’ your new kid sister, of course. Barf. As if Shinso wasn’t enough competition for your father’s undivided attention. Although you did eventually warm to her, which pleased him. You took her on shopping trips and got yourselves matching outfits. He hated the day you applied makeup to her face.

And that was a reality check for you. A real wake up call.

You’ve always been daddy’s girl. His baby. But not now, not anymore.

She is.

He was sick to his stomach when he was still up at 4am with no clue where you were. A few drinks at a friends house – that is what you told him. In reality, you wanted to drink away your sorrows. The devastation of being replaced by a cuter, sweeter girl. Were you drinking away your melancholy? Or were you acting out to get your daddy’s attention? Because you knew, deep down, that he’d wait up for you. What kind of surrogate father would he be if he didn’t? He’s worried about you since he found you when you were six years old, he’ll never stop worrying.

Aizawa feels his stomach sink when he finally hears a car door slam shut after all of this time. It’s you. He can hear your stupid high heels clip clopping on the sidewalk slabs as you stumble out of your taxi. For such a stoic man, he easily finds a smile on his face when he thinks of you. Your sweet, drunken giggles.

His first daughter.

His eldest child.

And with that frightful reminder, he realises you aren’t giggling at nothing. It isn’t just because you’re drunk. You’re with somebody, aren’t you?

He can tell. There’s another set of footsteps alongside your stilettos, the clacking of your heels and the other persons feet drawing ever closer to the door. Aizawa doesn’t even want to theorize over how much liquor you’ve consumed. He’s pretty sure he could hazard a guess by the way you and your friend are sniggering and shushing over each other.

Your daddy flinches in his seat when he hears, he assumes, your body connect with the front door. He shouldn’t have closed his eyes, but he couldn’t help himself. Removing one of his senses to enhance another, and he can hear the sound of saliva being swapped. The all too familiar sound of slotted lips and messy tongues. He knows exactly who you’re with now.

“C’mon, let me come in baby.” Keigo speaks, kissing down the column of your neck. You refuse. He can’t. You’re trying to make a statement, not get yourself and your college friend killed.

“No, go home Keigo. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” you respond. He growls. The bottom half of your face is completely encased by his large hand, he shoves your head into the door with a thump. A thump loud enough for Aizawa to stand to his feet. He lifts your leg so it settles on his hip, the morning song of the birds tweeting setting the only ambiance for you both as he dry humps you. He stops almost as quickly as he started, frustrated he won’t be able to get any further.

“Fucking tease,” he whispers into your ear, the vibrations of his words rushing straight to your cunt. He pulls away, heading for his own house a few doors down. “I’ll text you tomorrow, ‘kay baby?”

“Goodbye, Kei.” you smile, waving him off as he starts a gentle jog to his home.

You’re sifting through your purse, eager to find your keys. You cringe as you search too frantically and manage to force them out of your bag and onto the front doorstep. The horrendous jingle and jangling are sure to wake up your family and piss off your dad. Your blood runs cold when the door swings open, the resulting draft blowing your hair and skimpy dress around ever so slightly. He sidesteps, allowing you entry to the warmth of the inside.

He doesn’t say a word.

Neither do you.

You kick your shoes off and begin ascending the stairs. You smile and wave, awkwardly, as he observes your every move.

“How long have you been fucking him?” he wonders, standing at the bottom of the stairs and waiting to gauge your reaction. You freeze. He sees your exposed skin pinch together before you can muster up the courage to turn and face him. He’s never asked you something so abrupt before. He couldn’t even stand to give you the birds and the bees talk – his best friend Nemuri bestowed you the gruesome and graphic honour of that rite of passage. “Keigo, I mean, you’re sleeping together. Yes?”

“I-“ you exhale, shakily, gathering your thoughts. “I don’t—”

“Come here, come on. Down the stairs, I wanna talk to you.” he instructs.

You obey, of course. Anything for your daddy. This is attention. This is what you wanted. Although you didn’t expect to be talking to him over something quite so awkward. But you were getting what you’d planned for. You suppose you have a lot to thank Keigo for.

“The skimpy outfits. The partying. The boys. It needs to stop,” he instructs. “Especially boys like him.”

You felt as though you were a child again. He’d scold you over so many tedious things, it was a wonder that you turned out the way you did. Anyone else probably would have straightened out and became a good, obedient, well-behaved member of society. But no, not you. Although they do say that strict parents create sneaky kids. But you didn’t sneak. You’re an adult, now, so you do as you please.

“Tell me. Tell me how long sweetheart.” he repeats.

You’re sniffling, fighting back tears. You’re so stupid. So easy to read. You didn’t want him to know, you really didn’t. Everything is crumbling around you. But he’s known you almost your entire life, did you really expect him to not be able to read you like the simple book that you are? This is a worst-case scenario. You couldn’t have made things worse if you tried; this is a perfect reason for him to stop seeing you as his baby. Eri had already filled that role, and now you’re hammering the final nails into your coffin.

“A few- a few- m-mon m-months.” you sniff and stammer over your speech. Tears flowing freely now. He pities you, he does. It’s clear something is going on. You’ve always been an attention seeker, so eager to please your daddy. But this is something else, isn’t it?

“Stupid girl.” he chastises, barely able to look at you. “Why would you do a thing like that?”

You stand to your feet. Wiping waterfalling tears from your eyes as your hips sway in your little dress, it’s perverse, how could you dress like this around your own father? Your pathetic breath keeps hitching as you try and regain your composure, but he follows you. The conversation isn’t over just because you’re walking away. So, why would you do a thing like that?

“Why do you even care? ‘m not you little girl anymore daddy.” you whine, it’s all you can manage after he catches your wrist and forces you to look at him. He’s imploring you to be quiet as your siblings sleep soundly upstairs. “’m not your baby anymore. She is.” you hiss, referring to Eri.

“You’ll always be my baby girl—”

“No!” you interrupt him. “I-I’m not! Because you y-you don’t love me like you love her anymore! I hate it, daddy! That’s how you used to love, me.” you stammer and cry even more.

“No, you’re right. I don’t love you like that, not anymore.” he informs you. You attempt to flee to your room, but his grip on your wrist tightens. You worry you might topple down the stairs when he pulls you down towards him. Faces almost touching. The tension in the air is palpable. “Maybe I should show you how I love you.”

Your daddy has never been a patient man since the day you met him. Yes, he’s blasé about most, if not everything, in his life. But he is not patient.

That is why, after the initial surprise, it didn’t shock you to find yourself getting carried over his shoulder back down to the front room. You hadn’t anticipated that he’d begin removing your skimpy clothing, but it didn’t shock you that he practically tore your outfit from your body. They were ‘stupid slut clothes’ anyway, apparently.

“But you’re my stupid, dumb, baby girl. So maybe that’s why you look so fucking good in them.”

You panted, completely astonished when your daddy pulled you backwards onto the couch with him. He made you straddle him backwards while he fondled your breasts with one hand and freed his aching cock with the other. Your eyes fixated on his impressive length as he guided it to your aching cunt. You’d already found yourself gushing arousal after your little dry humping session with Keigo, so your daddy used it to his advantage and lubed himself up between your pretty folds. You mewled and bit your lower lip as his tip ran over your clit. The hand that had been teasing your nipples was now wrapped around your throat, he pulled you flush against his body and the attention ran straight to your heat.

“Keep making stupid little noises for me,” he demanded. “Look at me, daddy wants to see your sweet face while he pushes in.”

So, you face him. And it’s so intimate. He bullies his cock inside of your gummy walls slowly, slowly, slowly. He feels his cock tense with each new expression your face pulls. Thick veins decorating his shaft hit infinite, sensitive spots that you didn’t even know you had. He’d never confess it aloud, but right now, in this exact moment – you are without a doubt his favourite child.

He had no intention of letting you ride him reverse cowgirl. It’s the early hours of the morning. You’re both exhausted, you are drunk. He just wanted to understand what the hell was wrong with you. And now he wants to make his point perfectly clear. So, you’re housing his cock comfortably inside of you. As much as his thick length you could possibly fit is settled within you. Your daddy doesn’t want you to do any work. All you have to do is sit there and take it.

And you do. He fucks up into you and you have never felt more special. His arm is back around your breasts, tweaking and toying with the hardened buds. His other arm is around your torso so that he can keep you firmly in place. Your head is empty. Nothing in your mind other than daddy. Daddy’s hands. Daddy’s voice. Daddy’s cock. He’s furious with you for fucking Keigo. How could you be so imbecilic? He should have been your first. Your only. But he supposes he’ll have to take this time to prove you can’t live without him.

Nobody else will compare.

“D-Daddy, daddy please! Please please please!” you’re begging. Too fucking loudly at that. He shushes you. Tears spring from your eyes. It’s all so twisted and perfect and wrong, but right. You needed this. You love your daddy! You love him! You’re not sure what you’re pleading for. To cum? To take a break? To stop? No. You’d never want to stop. You want him. You didn’t realise you wanted him like this, but you did. You do.

“What? What is it sweetheart? Tell me,” he said, “use that dumb little head of yours. C’mon. Big girl words.”

He nearly came on the spot when he realised how blown your eyes had become. Already fucked so dumb on your daddy’s cock. Good. This is how it should be. This is how daddy’s should be with their favourite daughters. This is what you were made for. A pretty dumb hole for your daddy to fill, and an even prettier dumber face with a lolled out tongue as your daddy makes you feel oh so good.

“Daddy, wanna cum… Can I daddy?” you manage to speak in a whisper. You want to be his good girl, after all. Trying so hard to use your big girl words. You’re bewitched by the way your greedy hole repeatedly swallows your daddy’s cock. It’s all you can focus on other than your building pleasure. You know you’re going to topple over the edge any moment, whether he says you can or not. He squeezes your face, lips puckering for him like a silly little fish, and turns your face so that you’re making eye contact with him again.

“You have to look at daddy while you cum on his cock, okay? Wanna see how good I’m making you feel baby.”

He’s almost as drunk as you are as he’s hypnotised by the vision of your face contorting. The ever-tightening coil within you finally snaps and you’re creaming your daddy’s heavy cock so dreamily. He’s praising you. ‘Good baby, my good dumb baby’ he repeats. ‘My stupid slut, my pretty girl, so pretty when you cum for me’ the insults and the praise all sprint to your mind in a dizzying little cocktail. You love it. You love him. You wanna be his stupid little hole for the rest of your life.

You want his release now. Need it, in fact. You kiss him through your high, his rugged features and stubble are scratchy in the best way. Because it’s his. He hums into your mouth. He’s close. He’s gonna breed you, he’s telling you over and over. He has to do it, because that’s what daddy’s are meant for.

“No one else’s okay? Just mine, my girl.” he heaves as he carries on fucking up into you, desperately chasing his peak. “This pussy just needs daddy’s milk.”

“Fill me, please!”

Your insides are flooded with your daddy’s soupy, syrupy cum. Rope after rope of hot cum spurts out of him and fills your cunt. He holds you harshly against him, totally bottoming out so he can coat the deepest possible areas of your fluttering hole. He’s grunting, gritted teeth bared as he shoots his load into his dumb daughters’ cunt.

Your pull off of him completely, he’s eager to see the way your pulsating hole pushes out his seed. He scoops it onto his fingers. Your daddy debates pushing it back inside of you, but instead, he brings it up to your willing lips. You suck, heartily, enjoying the tangy taste of your daddy’s sperm on your tongue.

“That’s how,” he starts, “Daddy loves you like that.”

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I Know You Love Little Outfits, Babe.

Shota Aizawa x f!Reader

Genre: Smut

Notes: first time writing Aizawa eep!! Wanted to write about a sex ed teacher and chaos-night​ suggested him!!! (thank u btw he fit perfectly ur a legend love u)

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, power dynamics, sir kink, squirting, degradation, praise kink, brat taming,  cream pie, pussy slapping, vaginal sex, breeding kink.

Words: 3.2k

You sit with your friends in the back of the classroom, expecting a boring lecture from the crabby old fossil who teaches sex ed. It was embarrassing enough that your college felt the need to teach this to pupils of your age. Your teacher is a dragon, so boring, so out of touch. Every class, she rolls in a box TV with a VHS player and play an old video from decades ago explaining sex to the class. It is a waste of yours and everyone else’s time, everyone in this room has fucked before. Even the nerds get freaky with each other. What more was there to possibly learn about sex? You’re all waiting for her to come in. Waiting for her to drag that ancient TV with her and turn the lights off in the room. Your best friend is taking selfies beside you. The boy you’ve been fucking for a few weeks is teasing you on the other, prodding your sides and making you giggle.

“Quiet down, this volume isn’t going to work for me.”

The dragon isn’t here.

Who is this handsome new teacher?

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A Party That Was Too Much Fun

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Notes: been a MINUTE since I wrote Toji mmmmm… anyway this is for @httptamaki​‘s anniversary birthday collab!! So honoured that u let me join bb thank u so much I hope u like the fic!! Be sure to read everyone else’s work too 💖

Synopsis: Toji Fushiguro is a wonderful person and boss, or so you thought. After an argument with his son, you begin to see a side to him you didn’t know he had. 

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, possessiveness, cheating, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, sir kink, dacryphilia??, cream pie, squirting, breeding kink, fingering, spit, mutual masturbation, choking, slapping/spanking, vaginal sex.

Words: 3.6k

Mr. Fushiguro was a marvellous man to be under the employ of. He didn’t rule with an iron fist, he never got angry or disrespected his staff. He was a gentleman through and through, suave, sophisticated and composed. It made your heart ache when you realised everyone else in the office had forgotten his birthday. It was unfortunate that his birthday fell on the same night as the biggest office party of the year, New Year’s Eve. While everyone was getting drunk, photocopying their behinds on the machines and kissing under the leftover Christmas mistletoe; Mr. Fushiguro was sitting silently in his office doing paperwork. You didn’t enter, but you could clearly picture him in your mind with a pen in one hand and a tumbler of whiskey in the other.

You were sitting on your desk outside of Mr. Fushiguro’s office. A few of the men who had some Dutch courage in their system had approached and propositioned you, but you turned them down instantly and they backed off. People in the office didn’t usually bother communicating with you on a day-to-day basis since you were just Mr. Fushiguro’s secretary. They saw you as nothing but a skirt and a pet to him, but it wasn’t like that. He respected you and was appreciative of everything you did for him. It was hard to not feel the blood fill and warm up your soft cheeks whenever he complimented you.

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