🚨It was 10:15am on a Friday which is usually a good day, until Haechan & the reader argue. Reader slaps Haechan! Mixed race friend group! Aave will be used, but just know…it is used by black characters⏰. Ass beating mentioned! No dv! Haechan is mean as FUCK! No dv!
You don’t go home, you go to your friend Omar's house with Savanna since the two of them hadn't gone to school. You need to get high & just vibe with some friends.
Haechan on the other hand...is still pissed off, so he decides that he's gonna call Omar and see what he's up to.
“Yoyo”
“Yoo”
“Bro where’re you at?”
“Shii the cribb where i'm always at...unless i'm at practice muhfuh.” Omar giggled. He’s goofy for sure.
“Say no more. I’m on the way.”
“Ard bet.”
“Bet”
Beep beep beep*
“Wellll Haechan is coming over.”
You immediately roll your eyes at the first syllable.
“What?”
“We fought & almost got suspended earlier.” You’re clearly stressed about it.
“Damnnn”
“Why ya'll fight?”
“So we was arguing cus his bitch was acting funny toward me for some reason, so i said something, then he was like “calm down” and I politely told him to get his bitch, and he proceeded to say, “bro thats not my bitch” lyin like fuck. So we started arguing and then i smacked him then yea.” You rolled your eyes again.
Just irritating as fuck.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
“Oh i got it.” Omar leaps up to go get the door.
Haechan pov.
“What’s up?”
“Shii we chillin” They dapped each other up before—
“Who’s here?”
“Just the normal folks. She told us about ya'll fighting too.”
“She gonna get her ass beat.” He was serious. He wouldn't beat you horribly.......just in the ways that you like.
Omar just laughed and locked the front door.
Once they got upstairs, he spotted you rolling up on Omar's bed, while Savanna was sitting on the couch with Omar. Haechan could’ve easily set down next to Omar, but he decided to take his shoes off and sit on the bed with you.
You roll your eyes hard.
“Don't fuckin roll your eyes at me.”
‘She gonna piss me off again bro.’ He thought to himself. Sighing loudly.
You ignore him.
He knows it won’t last.
Once he heard the spark of the lighter, he turned to realize you were now lying down.
Should he lie next to you or no?
He does anyway and you move away.
He's officially fed up.
You pass him the blunt and some peace comes to his mind.
‘She really slapped me hard as hell in school today.’ Thinking about the situation made him mad all over again. ‘Had the nerve to call that bitch my bitch-let me pass this shit, i'm heated.’
He got up to pass the blunt to Savanna.
“Kali let's do this tiktok, i'll send it to you”
“Okay bet.”
‘She got me so mad. I wanna make her scream. She has to pay. Get your ass back over here.’ He thought as his eye started to twitch a little.
As you and Sav were making your tiktok, you kept feeling Haechan staring holes of fire through you.
“Yo Chan you good?” Omar asks concerned.
“Yea i'm alright.” He lied
“Alright well i'm finna go out here & get this weed you comin?”
“Hell yea.” Haechan hopped off the bed & slipped his kappa slides back on.
Once you and Sav finally got it right, you just had to tell her what you peeped.
“So girl why when we was doing our tiktok, i felt Haechan staring at me so hard”
“Yea i saw him!” Savanna's eyes got big as she realized you peeped the same thing.
“He's probably so mad and i don't give a fuck cus at the end of the day, your bitch needs to know her place cus it's not in my fucking face.”
“That's not my bitch.”
“Okay.”
“That's not my bitch. If you say that shit again i’m gonna smack you in your mouth.”
“You won't.” At this point Omar and Savanna had read the room and decided to go get a bottle and some snacks.
“You won't cus you know that's your bitc-.” he smacked you in the mouth for sure. We know this started a physical fight right?
“Get off me!” He wasn’t on you. You just wanted to add wood to the fire.
He had her restrained from behind. Hands and lower forearms behind her back.
“Get over here.” He walked you forcefully into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Smacking you slightly hard, he stated,
“You want her to be my bitch? Huh? You do. You want me to fuck her?” He grabbed your neck really hard. You’re actually choking. “Huh? Answer me now!” Did I mention that you’re choking?
‘She got me so mad and i finally got her ass where i want her.’
As he pulled your shorts down, you couldn't help but wonder what he would do to you.
“Get up there.” He means the counter.
You get up onto the counter and Haechan pushes your legs up higher to get closer to your pussy. With a kiss to your clit he starts eating.
“Oh”
“Mhm”
“Mm”
You tug onto his thick fluffy hair as he starts to get more aggressive.
“Fuckk.” You whimper to yourself.
Haechan stands up straight and pulls his sweatpants off and revealed his oh so thick dick. You could feel your pussy clenching, while he could see your tight pussy clenching as you watched him beat his dick getting it a little harder.
Rubbing the tip up and down your wet pussy, he let out soft moans. He doesn't have a race kink but he loved to see his tan dick against your darker brown skin.
“Sssoh ffuck. Get down.” He backed away to give her room as she hopped down.
He then grabbed your arm and spun you around, so now you’re in a downward position. He finally puts his tip in deeper and deeper until you felt full.
“Fuuck”
“Mhmm. U feel me?”
“Fuuck”
“Huh?”
He was going slow and deep.
“Shhit this pussy so good.” Picking up his pace, he grabbed the back of her neck to pull her body toward his.
“Ohmmfuck.”
“Mmhm. Take it.” His eyes & and head were rolling all over the place.
“Sshit i'm trying.” You were trying. Your thoughts and emotions were everywhere.
“I’ll make you take it.”
“Fuuck baby mm.” You sounded as if you were about to cry.
“Mmm.” He mocked your crying.
All you could hear was
“Oh my fucking go-ouu”
“Fuckk my pussy so fucking good.” He got lower toward her to whisper
“What you do to my pussy? Huh?”
“Oh my go-this shit so good”
“So fucking good.” He slowly came to a halt before slamming into her taking a 2 second pause between each thrust. She was definitely screaming.
“You're fuck—” she couldn't even speak. He was so deep that her stomach started to cramp.
“Mhmm.” His head was on another planet at this point. Eyelids so low, you would think they were closed. While speeding up a little, his head was thrown back.
“Ugh!” He wasn’t starting to lose his mind. Unintentionally moving faster now, Haechan gets so lost in you. Letting out whiny groans. Drool slowly pooling in the corner of his mouth. Meanwhile you, are going limp.
Once an inch of his conscience is back, he notices your body language and changes your position. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up straight. You were continually moaning, feeling him still inside although, he wasn't. He turned you to face him and grabbed your thighs lifting you up. Once you felt that your feet were no longer on the cold floor, you started to come back and held onto him. With his free hand, he grabbed his dick and slapped it against your clit.
Slap* “oh” slap* your eyes were shut tight. slap* “fuck!” slap* slap*
“You like my dick slapping that pussy? Hmm?”
“Yesss!” He then rubbed it against your pussy before putting it back inside.
“Ah!” You shrieked at the depth.
“Shut the fuck up” he knew he was deep.
“You thought that shit was cool?” Free hand around your neck very tight.
“Huh? You thought i was gon let that slide? Slapping me in front of everyone??”
You did. You hoped that just this one time you would get away with something like this.
“You know what-get down” he pulled you off of his dick and using his right hand around your neck, he placed your head down onto the counter.
“You better *slap* stop *slap* fucking with me.”you love being slapped. He only slaps your ass hard, but you try to piss him off enough that he just may actually beat your ass. MASOCHISM! I do not support Domestic Violence!
“Yes sir.” You lied again. You know you were never going to stop fucking with him. You’re just worn out for the day.
This time, Haechan is harsh. Slamming quick and deep with no mercy. You quickly put your hand back, onto his stomach somewhere.
“Move.” He is stern. You know he isn’t playing so you did. Until you didn't..
“Please i can't!”
“Shut the fuck up.” He knows you can.
“Please!” You’re now on your tip toes with one leg up trying to get him away from at least one of your spots.
“Don't run from me.” He brought himself closer, pressing your lower half into the cabinets.
“Ohh my—ffff—ugh” Your voice was now faint and your face was now wet.
“Pleaseeugh!” You put your hand back against his stomach to push him again, but he wasn't going.
“Move.” You don’t.
“Move.” still nothing
“Baby please”
‘Is she seriously trying to be good all of the sudden?’ He knows you’re a fraudulent good girl.
Slap* “move.” *slap* “move.” At this point he's fed up with the act. Grabbing both of your arms, he crosses them behind your back, making it difficult for you to get them out.
“FUCKKKK!” He was so merciless.
“AHH” he was going so fast and deep that you could no longer control your own body.
Your legs were now shaking very quickly and your tears came running thicker.
“Take that dick.” he was still upset and giving demands.
“You better not cum.” He could feel that you were coming close. He also didn't care.
“Hold that shit.” His hips don’t falter. You hope they will some time soon.
“I can’t.” Your thoughts are frantic at this point.
Brain getting cloudy.
Haechan simply chuckled.
“Did this bitc *scoff* did this bitch just cum after i just told her not too? Or am I insane?” Little did either of you know...the answer was both.
He didn't know he was thinking put loud until you had abruptly started repeatedly saying your sorry.
“You’re really still not listening to me?” Of course you couldn't answer, because he was cutting your air flow, of course.
Fucking into your now even more sensitive pussy, he was feeling euphoric.
“Fuckk you like this shit.” Duh.
“Mmhmm you like when I overstimulate my pussy?” Faster now
“Ughh fuck.” His eyes rolled at the feeling of your wetness on his feet. Looking down to see your cum dripping down your left ankle, with some dripping down his own leg.
“Gonna fuck this pussy dry.”
All you can do is whimper.
“Mmhm.” You are his weakness.
“You feel so good baby.” His eyes were now half crossed with blurred vision. He didn't care. He didn't give one fuck.
“Ohhhhh baby” He was starting to whine, which tells you that he’s so close.
You started to squeeze your pussy tight so that he could cum harder.
“FuUck don't do that.” So you do it again.
“Gonna nut all in my pussyyy”
“Ohh i'm gonna nut all in my pussy babyy”
Thrusting Harder. Harder. Harder.
“Ohh” He was starting to hurt you for real, yet you know by his whimpering that he was almost finished. You also loved the way he sounds right now. Whimpering for you.
Your eyes had crossed at the feeling of each other throbbing, inside and around one another.
“Mm baby” he kissed your neck as your torso still lie flat against the counter.
“Stop trying me.” He pulled out in one abrupt motion causing you to yelp out.
“I’m gonna run a bath for us. Can you walk?”
“no” You roll your eyes. Haechan can’t help but chuckle. “So you didn’t learn your lesson?” He’s back to that stern look. “I did.” You spout frantically. “Okay..” he steps closer. “So what exactly did you learn?” You were hesitant. You didn’t want to give the wrong answer. “I learned that just because you talk with people doesn’t mean you’re fucking them.”
“Good girl.”
Whewwww😮💨 this took a long time. Hopefully there are little to no errors. I kept fucking up and changing the main character, but I think it fits Haechan
Anything he promises will happen. “You’re not wearing that shit.”This man is more powerful than people think, because he seems so sweet and nurturing. He is sweet and nurturing, so much so, that if you piss him off…you know you’re doing too much. “I’m leaving now. You’ll show up in 30 minutes..wearing something different.” The group had to be there early and as the respective leader that he is, Taeyong will be 25 minutes earlier than the rest. “Or?” You tried to argue, tilting your head. “You’re not cute. I’ll beat your ass.” He promised. He makes a promise? It’s happening. No excuses. None. Which is why you aren’t going to wear the outfit. Maybe.
When you and your friends exit the elevator, you immediately scan the room while your friends run along to find something to get into. You don’t see him. He sees you though. What you do see is one of your favorite artists. Megan. Here she was, looking stunning as always. In the middle of your thoughts she notices you and starts walking your way.
“Hey hottie!!” “You look so good sista!” After a few shared compliments and short convo, Meg changes the subject.
“Uhh sis yo man watchin us like tv.” She whispers giddily.
“It’s because of my outfit.”
“Damn. Niggas can’t handle hotties these days.”
“Right. He told me not to wear it.” You pause, feeling a pinch of regret seeping in. “He also told me what he would do to me if I did. Oh well” you shrugged. She just looked at you with her eyebrows raised. She seemed..intrigued.
“Oh well?” She laughed slightly. “You crazy as hell. You just told me that the man whom I thought was one of the sweetest thangs walking—threatened to fuck you up. The fact that he has a side like that to him without nobody knowing is…scary. But you like what you like. I’m a freaky bitch and er’ybody know.” She shrugged.
She was right. Why would you do it? Why would you wear the outfit after he told you the consequences?
Which is why you’re in the bathroom shoved between him and the counter as of now.
“Didn’t I tell you I would beat your ass if you came here like this? Showing up to our dinner party with your friends and this little ass outfit like you’re cute or something.” He asks in a way that shows he isn’t looking for an answer. Soothing the area he was about to fire up. You had no time to think of the answer before you were getting spanked.
“Sss-fuck” You know he doesn’t like you cussing, but why can you say? He caught you off guard.
“Watch that mouth.” He spanked harder this time.
“Ss-ahh” You couldn’t help but react to the sting. And he hit again. “Owshiit” And again. And again, ignoring your pleas.
“Shut up you wet little bitch. I only have 36 minutes to correct you. Have to make sure you act accordingly.” Who would’ve thought that everyone’s motherly little leader wasn’t so cutesy behind closed doors. He made sure to have a grip on your body, before getting up and shoving you down on the vanity. You moaned subtly as he manhandles you. You love it.
“I don’t know if i should eat this pussy or fuck it.” He only had 30 minutes now. “Fuck me.” You plea.
Per your request, he slides in easily. Already covering your mouth, knowing how you are with his dick. Blissfully stretching you every time your hole swallows that curve. Your moans muffled into his hand, and his moans flowed lowly.
“Fuuck me.” You whine into his palm. Crumbling at the slow paced deep strokes. Trying to keep your eyes on his, which are piercing piercing through your own as if he was watching and waiting for you to look at him.
“Mmph—babyy” you plead with both your mouth and eyes.
“You wanna get fucked? Huh?” He asks while moving through you thoroughly at the same deliberate pace, rotating his hips a little.
“Yess baby. Pleaase mm.” He was touching your g-spot softly. Too softly for the moment. He then wrapped his arm around your neck and the subtle suffocation went right to your juicy clit. You could probably squirt with just his arm around your neck and two of his fingers. “Shut up.” He starts moving faster and deeper after stating his command. You simply cannot follow.
“You’re getting loud baby.” So he tightens his arm. “Shut up and give me that good fucking pussy.” His pace consistently jabbing at your pink insides. As a leader, it is his duty to make sure everyone is on task however, you always needed extra discipline. You don’t know how to do what you’re told so, he makes you. You can’t even make out anything he’s saying to you.
“Oh my god Tae” You try and grip anything to pull yourself away from him. “Pleasee-ahh” you beg in breathy moans. He had your voice box nearly plugged with the way he was knocking your airflow.
“Unt unt. You wanted fucked right? Now i’m fucking you and you’re gonna keep creaming on me.”
“Ohmygod I can’t! Please..mmph Ffuckohmygod” You cried out frantically, holding onto his forearm for dear life.
“You think he’s going to help you?” You sure as fuck hope so and for 34 minutes, you do nothing but squirm and try to run. “You’re so disrespectful. So fucking disrespectful, til i’m inside you.” The are so many lewd sounds in the room. Underneath the noises coming from your dirty ass mouths, you could hear his heavy balls smacking up against you. It’s one of your favorite sounds.
“Next time I give orders you follow them. Hear me?” You barely heard him honestly. You’re too busy with sensation. “Huh?? You’re gonna listen to me. Shut up and listen.” He was so rough, covering your mouth so tight it seemed like he wanted to snatch it off.
“Next time..I tell you to do something…you fucking do it.”
Outside of the room stood your friends Jayda and Kali, whom you arrived with.
“I told her he wasn’t playin. I don’t know why she keep fuckin wit him like that.” Jayda says while shaking her head.
tell me why i keep having the nastiest thoughts about buff!johnny from all these concert clips i keep seeing. like just imagine having his big, meaty arm wrapped around your neck while your back is pressed against his chest as he fucks you from behind while tears roll down your cheeks. then he gradually tightens his hold on your neck, not giving a fuck that you genuinely can’t breathe anymore and your eyes roll into the back of your head before you pass out.
“What did I tell you? Huh?” He asks while smacking fire from your ass.
“Huh?”
“Fuckin answer me when I’m talkin to you.” He grabs your throat tightly.
“What the fuck did I tell you?”
“That I better have your money by today!”
“And you don’t have it do you? I told you , you could fuckin run, but you can’t hide from me.”He says while spanking your ass mercilessly.
He was right. You had come home from a night out while ignoring his calls all day. You had so much fun to the point that you’re not even noticing that he was in your house until you got into your room.
A sly Rio standing behind your closed door. Waiting to pounce on you. You opened your bedroom door & suddenly you were snatched.
“Oh my fucking-!”
“Shut up.” He cut you off with his hand going over your mouth.
“You know what this is mama. You owe me. Where’s my money —? Huh? You’re 3 weeks late & lucky I even gave you that long. If you scream, I’ll kill you. Now answer me.” He let go of your mouth. “I-I’ll have it.” You say in shame.
“You WILL have it or you DO have it?” He asks in your ear.
“I will.”
He chuckles at your response.
“You know. You keep doing this shit I’ll have to kill you. Do you think this is a joke?” He asks while slamming you down onto your hands and knees. “Huh?” he sends a smack of fire to your ass.
“huh? What the fuck did I tell you? You tried to hide from me. Ignoring my calls.” He goes on, still swatting his hand to your ass. “I-” “who told you to speak—did I fuckin tell you to speak?” He swats again.
“You don’t wanna pay me, you don’t wanna shut the fuck up. You really are something else. I think you think I’m a joke. ‘He won’t kill me, he just digs in my guts and lets me go.’ Is that what you tell yourself?”
“No”
“You sure? Cus’ it seems like every time I let you off, you just wanna see if I’ll do it. Well, let me tell you I will. That pussy of yours won’t be the only thing I kill.” That last piece got you soaking & before you knew it, he had you prone bone.
“Oh fuck!” You squeeze out with the little bit of airflow he did let you have.
“Mhm. That too much for you?” He chuckles at you.
“How audacious.” He starts, still drilling into your spot. “Can’t take it? But you expect me to take not getting what I’m owed? Huh?”
“Ughh fuck mee!” He was. He was fucking the shit out of you. Something you hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“Mhm.” He responds nonchalantly, as if he isn’t making your legs shake.
“Fuuuck oh my fucking-”
“You better not.” Just as he told you not to, you came and started to pull yourself away from him.
“Unt unt. I’m not done. I told you not to do that, now look at you. Pathetic.”
It’s hour 6 and your pressed underneath his top half as his bottom half fucks into yours. This position has you trapped as he continues to ignore your pleas.
“Yeah scream for me mama.” He says getting rougher.
“Fuuuuuck please!!” You beg for his mercy, yet he stays merciless. At this point you’re dead on screaming.
“Fuckin scream for me. This what you want? This why you don’t wanna pay me?”
“No-Ffuck! I’m sorry”
𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞...
“Yes hello I need police. My neighbor is screaming and she’s usually quiet so I think something may be wrong.”
They actually showed up.
“Hello ms.—?”
“That’s me.” You were all roughed up in your robe.
“Great, so we got a complaint of you screaming and we were called out to make sure everything’s okay.”
“Yes everything’s fine”
“So can you tell us why someone would call about screaming. Like it was described to us as a murder type situation.” You didn’t want to flat out tell him to his face that you were getting fucked the shit out of.
“Well. I was screaming, but not about a murder.”
“Right, so that’s why I’m just wondering why the screaming. Cus you’ve got neighbors and they’re very clearly worried about you.”
“Hello officer…Jackson” Rio says coming up behind you.
“Ahh I see. Maybe have some mercy and keep it down.” He says walking off the porch toward his patrol car. You close the door and sigh in embarrassment. You even forgot that Rio was here until you turn around to face him staring at you.
“You better pay me. Or they’ll definitely be showing up about a murder.”
Three days later you’re sitting on the couch binging big little lies. Thinking about that night. You couldn’t believe the police showed up. Thinking about all the ways he—“I have to pay him.”
Imagine owing Rio money and then he breaks into your home while you’re out. You come home to him sitting in your bedroom waiting. After a few words, you’re getting spanked and degraded. He fucked you so deep that night, you couldn’t forget it.
“I have to pay him.” You say to yourself 3 days later.
I wish all Black girls a clear shot at this world. I wish all Black girls a full belly. I wish all Black girls a respite from their many troubles. I wish all Black girls nothing but grace, prosperity, and ease. Black girls I am hoping for your continued safety and success every single day.
content: your parents pulled you out of college and sent you to a “discipline camp” because they thought you were too 'exposed' and 'dirty' plus, they were super religious. However instead of fixing you, it does the exact opposite of that. tags: counselor!gojo satoru :: pastor!toji fushiguro :: camp leader!nanami kento :: instructor!sukuna ryomen :: disciplinarian!geto suguru :: cleaner!choso kamo :: elder!hiromi higuruima :: fem!reader :: jjk :: creampie :: blowjob :: smut :: etc
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Gojo ✩ Satoru — Pride
You were doing this on purpose. You’d been at this camp for a month now and you’d purposely gotten into trouble more times than you could count. Why?
It's simple really.
Your counselor was hot—like..really fucking hot. Gojo Satoru. The hottest man in camp. He was most likely in his early thirties, with the hottest body you’d ever seen. But your favorite part?
The way he spoke to you when you broke the rules. His voice is always so strict and proper. You craved knowing how his voice was when he lost control.
So, you always showed up to his office dressed in barely contained outfits—short skirts, tops that barely contained your breasts—another rule you always broke.
And he noticed. Of course, he noticed. How could he not?
The way your eyes always flickered to his biceps. The way you shifted in your seat, your skirt riding higher every time you sat down in front of him, wearing that same innocent expression. Before leaving his office, you always leaned over his table to say 'thank you, sir', allowing him a clear view of your breasts before leaving with a grin.
God, you were killing him.
And he was finally starting to lose his patience.
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔
Gojo had you bent over his table, one hand around your throat and the other on your hips as his cock drove into you in rough fast thrusts. “You wanted this didn't you?”
"Mngh—" He pulled out, watching you clench desperately around nothing. Gojo grinned and thrust inside once more, burying himself balls deep inside you. His balls slapped against the curve of your ass, making your cheeks bounce and yout body jerk forward.
Paperwork and pens clattered to the floor as you gripped the table for stability. "All those times—those outfits..you fucking tease."
Your moans and whimpers filled the room, tears streaming from your face in pure unfiltered pleasure. "Ngh..'toru you're soo deep."
You gasped, back arching as he rocked his hips into you, pulling out and slamming my cock back into your pussy each time.
Your back arched—pushing your ass against him, allowing him to slide deeper inside you.
"Fuck—you're killing me baby."
"You wanted this didn't you?"
"Yes," You moaned, knees feeling weak.
"How much?"
"So bad, 'toru please." You cried out, orgasm fast approaching.
"Good girl." Gojo rewards you by dropping a hand to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.
Your pussy wetter as his thrusts got faster. He grunts, gripping your hip tighter. "Cum with me baby."
His hand squeezed your throat and that was your undoing. Your pussy clamped around his cock as you came. Eyes rolling back, hot white pleasure filling you. Gojo groans, his thrusts flattering. He thrusts into you one last time, cumming with you. You whimpered, ropes of him filling you over and over.
"Hah—look at you." Gojo pulls out, watching your joint orgasms leaking out of you, falling to the floor as you shuddered.
"Come, let's get you cleaned up."
Ryomen ✩ Sukuna – Wrath
Sukuna prided himself on one thing. He was a patient man. There's nothing in this world that made his patience slip—except for you of course.
It started with an outdoor activity—scavenger hunt. You came late, you refused to participate and even worse? You talked back to him. He thought since it's your first day there, you'd learn eventually but no—you only got worse.
He cornered you in the shed, trying to be civil with you and in return he got attitude and he had enough of you.
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔
"Open your mouth. If you're going to act like a whore, then suck me like one."
"Sir—" You begin to speak, the look in his eyes made you pause. Deep down, this is all you've wanted from him. He knew that—hell botj of you did.
You barely had time to breathe before he shoved his cock past your lips, stretching your mouth wide. A groan rumbled from his chest as he hit the back of your throat with barely any resistance. A choked sound slipping from you.
"Fuck—that's it," he growled, hips snapping up roughly. His hand gripped your hair harshly. Forcing you down to take more of him. "Take every fucking inch, brat."
Sukuna was merciless with you. He fucked your mouth with barely contained anger. Each thrust was deep, his thick cock bullying its way down your throat while his grip on your hair kept you exactly where he wanted you. Saliva dripped down your chin as you gagged and sputtered around him, hands scrambling to his thighs to grip desperately.
Sukuna grins, a sadistic smile on his face as he watched tears streaming down your face. "Yeah?Not so bratty now are you?"
He hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes glowing. "All those times I wanted to punish you for misbehaving...."
He held your head down, forcing you to take him to the hilt until your nose pressed against his pelvis—refusing to let you up for air. Your thighs clenched, each thrust from Sukuna made you even wetter.
Truth to be told, you thrived from this. All those days of acting like a total bitch finally paid off with his cock in your mouth and you had never been happier.
"You're loving this aren't ya?"
He groaned, pulling you back just to give you momentarily release before slamming back in.
The wet, filthy sounds of your mouth sucking him filled the shed. The gagging, slurping, his low angry grunts mixing with your muffled moans. Sukuna's thighs tensed beneath you as he fucked your face harder, chasing his pleasure. Your hand found it's way to his balls—a surpised moan slipping from Sukuna. Motivating you even futher.
"Ah—shit..I'm gonna cum." He tells you. His pace turned sloppy, hips snapping as he chases his orgasm. "Fucking swallow it."
With a groan, Sukuna buried himself down your throat and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum filling you. He held you there, twitching and pulsing. When he finally pulled out, strings of saliva and cum connected your swollen lips to his still-hard cock.
Sukuna stared down at your messy, tear-streaked face with dark satisfaction. He smirked. "Get up and all fours. Time to really punish you brat."
Toji ✩ Fushiguro – Greed
Toji had never prided himself as being a religious man. If someone told him, 2 years after retiring he'd be desperate and become a priest and some camp? He'd laugh right in their faces.
Truly, Toji had no idea what he was doing. But it paid him good money so he did what he was instructed. Life at the camp for Toji was exhausting at times but mostly pleasant.
At least until you came there.
Your parents had sent you to this camp after you had 'flirted' with your father's boss—which to be fair, wasn't entirely true. Toji's carefully constructed routine was destroyed the second you came to his confessional—wanting to be forgiven for your sins.
Then you made your own routine, finding his confessional booth every afternoon to 'confess'. Yet you only spoke about one thing. Him. It was beyond obvious of course, the way you described the 'temptation'. You told him how much you craved him—in the nastiest details ever.
Toji finally had enough of it when you slipped up (on purpose) saying his name.
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"Fuck..I need you. Right now." Toji sat on the narrow wooden bench and pulled you onto his lap, lining up his cock with your soaked entrance. You were beyond turned on—your nails digging into his shoulders.
He dragged you down onto him slowly, savoring every inch as your pussy stretched around his thickness.
"Mghh 'ji oh fuck.." You whimpered as you sank down on his cock. He was so huge. Toji groaned, eyes rolling back for a second.
"This is what I've been starving for...it took song long." Toji bottomed out, his hands gripped your hips with bruising greed and he started fucking up into you with deep, desperate strokes. He was pace was frantic, almosg like he couldn’t get enough of you. Ever since Toji's wife died his entire focus was on his job, not sex. Being in you felt so fucking live changing to him. "Been hard for days because of you,"
Your moans echoed in the small confession room. Your head falling against his shoulder as he claims you.
"..you've been in here whispering about wanting my cock and then leave me like nothing happened. Never again." You moaned loudly as he thrust up harder, his thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The booth creaked with every greedy roll of his hips.
Toji's hands found your ass. Gripping your ass and pulling you down onto him. "Come on doll. Ride me,"
He tells you breathlessly, his voice rough with desperation. "Give me that greedy little pussy. It's mine now."
You moved your hips. Bouncing on his cock as he thrust up to meet you. The wet, filthy sound of your cunt taking every inch of him filled the small space. Toji looked completely lost in pleasure, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. "I'm never letting you go after this."
He groaned, fucking you deeper. "Gonna fill this tight cunt every single day. Keep you dripping with my cum inside you..you want that don't you?"
His pace grew faster, more urgent and pure greed taking over as he chased his pleasure and yours. One of his hands slipped between you, rubbing your clit in messy, desperate circles. Your whined, clenching around him. "Fuck 'ji plesse..im so close"
"Yeah? Cum on my cock doll. Milk me." you clenched hard around Toji as your orgasm hit. You hit his shoulder to muffle your scream, causing Toji to freeze. He cursed loudly and buried himself as deep as possible, pumping thick, hot loads of cum into you with greedy, stuttering thrusts. He held you down on him, making sure not a single drop escaped. You both sat there, breathless and needy.
"Again." he whispered, already starting to roll his hips again.
Suguru ✩ Geto – Envy
Being the disciplinarian of Camp Biscuits meant one thing. Order.
Suguru Geto had always been one to be orderly. He ensured the rules were carried out, kept the camp in order for Nanami and made sure everyone remained on their best behaviors.
So, what the hell was it with you?
You never once showed fear the authority in his voice nor have you listened. Instead you insisted on doing the complete opposite of keeping order.
You were always late to sessions, you refused to do what he said, he'd spot you by the river at midnight, half naked after being told not to go there.
Suguru hated it. He hated how much you ticked him off, he hated the fact you were so irresistible, he hated every moment of it.
You picked up on his unexplainable desire for you of course. It was only natural since..you wanted him too. Normally, you'd make your move on him but for once, you wanted him to break first.
So, it began with your teasing glances, the new found desire to obey the rules, the inappropriate clothes..flirting around with others.
Suguru catched on easily at what you wre trying. He wasn't stupid—obviously not. But..how could he really stop himself from temptation?
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"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" Suguru's voice was low and dangerously smooth, but laced with pure venom. He stood behind his desk, arms crossed, dark eyes burning with envy as he stared you down.
"Flirting with Satoru right in front of me? Knowing I was watching?" He stepped closer, tall and imposing, his long hair loose over one shoulder. The envy radiating off him was palpable— hot, ugly and starving.
"See, I think you wanted this. You wanted to make me jealous," he said, voice dropping even lower. "Guess what love? It worked."
"Mister Sug—" He cuts you off with his finger. Backing you against the wall, his mouth crashing against yours in a possessive angry kiss. His hands trailed down your body. Rough and greedy, sliding under your camp shirt and squeezing your breasts harshly. He broke the kiss, breathing heavilh. "These are mine, love. Not Gojo's or anyone else. Just mine."
"Mm...Suguru wait—" He spun you around and bent you over his desk, yanking your shorts and panties down in one harsh motion. Refusing to give you any time to speak.
You heard his belt and zipper, then felt the thick, heavy heat of his cock pressing against your soaked cunt. Suguru hissed. Rubbing his mushroom tip against your slit. "Shit. Look at you, already dripping...did flirting with him get you this wet? Hm?"
"Suguru s-stop talking and fuck me already—ah!"
Suguru pushed inside you with one deep thrust, burying his cock to the hilt. A broken moan left your throat as he stretched you open.
He groans at your tightness. Giving you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside. After a moment he starts fucking you with hard, deep strokes that made the desk creak beneath you. "See who's fuckin' you? Not him. Me. I see the way he looks at you and I want to kill him."
"Do you want a death on my hands, love?" Every thrust was fueled by jealousy. He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock like he was trying to claim you completely. "S-slow down—hah no..no killing please."
"Shut up." he grits, a hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. "I'm going to make sure every time you sit down tomorrow, you're going to feel me."
He leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he drove into you faster. "Say it love. Tell me whose cock is ruining this pretty pussy right now." "Yours, Sugu—fuck, all yours" you gasped, your hips pushing back against him, chasing your orgasm.
"Good girl."
His pace turned punishing, hips snapping against your ass. "And I'm the only one who gets to fuck you. The only one who gets to fill you up."
His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles while his cock kept pounding into you. The pleasure got too much. You clenched around him desperately, eyes rolling back as you finally came around his cock and crying out his name. Suguru followed right after with a groan. Your grip on his cock so tight—literally milking him. He buried himself as deep as possible, pumping thick ropes of cum inside you, like he was marking his territory—which he was.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing heavily against your neck, still twitching. "Don't ever test me like that again," he whispered, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your shoulder.
"Maybe don't pretend you don't want me then.."
Suguru's eyes darkened at your words. "Oh yeah? Seems like I didn't discipline you enough yet."
Nanami ✩ Kento – Sloth
Nanami Kento was overworked and deprived of sex. Being the leader of Camp Biscuits came with it's pros and cons—mostly cons.
He had to work everyday regardless of the staff he had. He hated every single second of his job. Sometimes he'd wonder, was quitting easier? Or..perhaps a trip to Malaysia?
Of course none of those became reality. Nanami began slacking off as the weeks went on. Having you as a new member in his camp messed with his head more than he wanted to admit. Regardless of hating every minute of his job, he never slacked off. Never once broke his composure or his neat proper schedule.
But, you were so irresistible. A beautiful sweet lady always talking to him in the sweetest tone ever. In his mind, you were sent from the gods above to help him.
And he definitely made the most of this..blessing he'd like to say.
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Nanami's private quarters was on the other side of the camp. Quiet and dimly lit. Nanami lounged back on the large leather couch. His shirt was unbuttoned, tie loosened and his blond hair slightly messy as he watched you with heavy-lidded eyes.
"You've been awfully restless lately, princess" he tells you. You've been teasing him for weeks after catching on his desire for you. At first, it started with innocent gestures before they got bolder. Bending over in front of him, "accidentally" brushing against his body, wearing shorter and shorter skirts whenever you saw him. Nanami pretended he hadn't notice your desperate acts. Afterall, how could he?
Instead, he waited until you needed him beyond resisting. Like tonight.
"Come here," he ordered calmly, patting his thigh. You straddled him without hesitation—too far gone before he even touched you. Nanami didn't move much. It was late at night and he was tired. To his surpise you werent wearing panties under that dress of yours. Your wetness soaking his pants.
He leaned back further, one hand resting on your waist while the other guided his thick, heavy cock out of his pants. He was already rock hard, veins pulsing and leaking pre as he rubbed the fat tip along your soaked slit. "Ride me princess."
He whispers—his eyes burning with quiet hunger. "Fuck yourself on my cock like a good girl yeah?"
"O-okay.." you mumbled, raising your hips before you sank down onto him with a shaky moan, stretching around his girth. Nanami let out a sigh of pleasure as your warm, wet cunt swallowed his every inch.
"That’s it..." he breathed, head tilting back against the couch. "Good girl."
His hand stayed steady on your hips—allowing you to choose the pace. Your moans and whining filled the room whenever you sank back down—allowing his tip to hit your cervix. His hands lazily squeezed your ass.
"Fuck princess look at you," he said quietly, voice roughening. "Such a desperate little thing aren't you?"
"Mngh—yes..please you feel so good."
You began picking up your pace, moaning as his cock dragged against every sweet spot inside you. Nanami's breathing grew heavier, every whimper you made felt like music.
"Faster princess," he commanded softly, eyes half-closed. "I want to feel you creaming all over me."
His fingers finally moved from your hips, trailing down to between you two. He lazily rubs slow circles on your clit while you bounced on his cock. The contrast between his relaxed posture and the filthy way his dick stretched you open was dizzying. "I—I can't anymore please..so tired Ken."
Your legs started shaking, orgasm approaching causing Nanami to take the lead. He thrusts up in you few from below, just enough to push you over the edge.You came hard, pussy clamping down around him as you cried out. Nanami groaned lowly, eyes fluttering shut in pure lazy bliss as he spilled deep inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your cunt while he held you down on him.
Even after finishing, he didn't pull out yet. He wrapped one arm around you, keeping you seated on his cock as he relaxed back into the couch again, breathing steady. "Stay like this for a while princess..." he murmured, voice sleepy and satisfied.
Hiromi ✩ Higuruma – Lust
The elder's private quarters were quiet and dimly lit by candlelight. Hiromi Higuruma, one of the camp's most respected spiritual elders, had you sitting on the edge of his heavy oak desk with your legs spread obscenely wide. His dark eyes burned with pure, unfiltered lust as he stared at your glistening cunt like a starving man. "You keep coming to me night after night," he murmured, voice low and rough.
"...confessing how you touch yourself thinking about my mouth. How you soak your panties during my sermons just from watching my lips move."
He slowly sank to his knees in front of you, robe partially open, revealing his toned chest. Lust had completely consumed him. "Oh and I'm so done resisting."
Hiromi grabbed your thighs and yanked you forward roughly, burying his face between your legs. His hot tongue dragged straight up your dripping slit, licking a long, filthy stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit. The sudden pleasure causing you to jolt. A moan slipping past.
"Fuck...you taste even better than I imagined," he groaned against your cunt, the vibration making you twitch. He was shameless — loud, wet, and ravenous. He licked and sucked like a man possessed, tongue fucking deep into your hole before pulling back to swirl around your clit.
Two long fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spongy spot while his mouth latched onto your clit and sucked hard. You whimpered. Fingers gripping his hair as your hips bucked against his face.
Hiromi growled in approval, the sound vibrating through your core. He devoured you like a man starving. His nose bumping your clit as fingers pumping deep and fast inside fo you. Slick sounds filled the room as he ate you out like he'd been fantasizing about it for months.
"Look at this pretty cunt dripping all over my face," he groaned, pulling back just enough for you to see his chin and lips shiny with your juices. You blushed. Suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"Ugh can you..stop talking?"
"You were grinding on my face like a desperate slut and now you're embarrassed?" He smirks at your flustered face before he dives back in even more desperately, sucking your clit harder while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot inside you. His other hand gripped your thigh so tightly to ensure you couldn't escape.
"Hiro! W-wait fuck, I'm gonna cum—" you whimpered, legs shaking around his head. He doesn't stop. If anything, he became more aggressive. His fingers hit the sensitive part inside of you, sending you over the edge. You came hard, crying out his name as your cunt clenched around his fingers and gushed against his tongue.
Hiromi groaned. Licking and sucking up every drop like he was addicted, refusing to pull away even as you twitched and trembled from overstimulation. Your back arching as you try to escape. "T-too much I can't—"
He finally lifted his head, his eyes were glazed with lust, lips swollen and glistening. He pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, breathing heavily.
"Too much?" he grins, voice dark and dripping. "We're not done until I have you squirting on my tounge baby."
He leaned back in, flattening his tongue against your sensitive clit with a hungry groan. Your eyed rolling back. "Shut up and let me enjoy my meal."
Choso ✩ Kamo – Gluttony
Choso had never once encountered seduction or temptation during his years as a cleaner at Camp Biscuits. Make no mistake, he wasn't a virgin. After his first fuck, he never found anyone else interesting enough to focus on.
Until you.
Choso was inlove with you. The moment he was cleaning and some kid knocked over his supplies and you helped him? He fell inlove. Truly, you were an angel in his eyes.
And he'd do anything for you.
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The camp's old storage cabin behind the mess hall was quiet and dimly lit. Choso had you pressed against a stack of wooden crates, his large hands gripping your thighs like he was afraid you'd disappear.
"I-I tried to stay away," he breathed, voice hoarse and shaky. "I really did...but you kept hanging out with me, smiling at me, letting me see you in those tiny shorts. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm so fucking hungry all the time. For you."
"Please let me taste you.." He whimpered dropping to his knees right there on the dusty floor. "Can I have you?"
You looked down at him, flustered and grinned. "Okay.."
That confirmation was all he needed. He yanked your shorts and panties down in one desperate tug—wasting no time to bury his face between your legs like a starving man. A deep, guttural moan ripped from his chest the second his tongue touched your pussy. His eyes rolling back at your taste.
"You taste so divine—hah..my angel." he groaned, licking long, messy stripes up your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth.
He was loud, sloppy shameless—eating you out like your cunt was the best thing he'd ever tasted in his life. Choso's hands squeezed your ass, pulling you harder against his face as he devoured you. Your hand gripped his hair, your head falling against the wall. "Yeah..mmm Cho just like that."
His tongue pushed inside you, fucking in and out while he moaned and hummed in pleasure, the vibrations shooting straight through your core.
Two thick fingers joined his tounge. Sliding deep into your soaked pussy and curling greedily. He couldn't get enough really—he kept pressing his face deeper, rubbing his nose against your clit while his tongue worked you relentlessly. Your grip on his hair tightened as your legs started shaking. Choso whimpered against your cunt when you clenched around his fingers, clearly loving every reaction you gave him.
"D-don't stop—please don't stop," you whimpered between the wet, filthy licks. Your moans served to motivate him. He sucked harder, fingers pumping faster, completely lost in pleasure.
When you finally came, crying out his name and gushing against his mouth, Choso moaned like he was the one orgasming. He licked and drank up every drop, refusing to pull away even as you twitched from sensitivity.
But he still wasn't satisfied. He stood up, breathing heavily, lips and chin shiny with your juices. Without a word he lifted you onto the crates, spread your legs wider and dropped back down to continue eating you out. "One more," he rasped, eyes glassy with hunger.
"Just one more please my angel." he whimpers, his tongue flattening against your sensitive clit again as he groaned in pure bliss.
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Kali and Rio have been together almost 5 months now. It's been messy and it's been fun. He was currently out on a job, while you were in the bed eating and watching youtube.
Papi: Hey mamas, you okay?
Yea I'm okay. Just waiting on you.
Papi: Imma be there soon baby i
Okay I love you
Papi: I love you more mì amor
Hours went by and he still wasn't home. Kali finished a painting, colored a few pages and smoked a few woods. He still wasn't home.
"Ugh. Fuck him." She hated when he did this.
He was probably out with Beth and them other hoes.
2:30AM
He was finally home. You didn't want him to know you were still awake, but oh well. You were too busy frying your brains out while watching tv.
"Oh how I missed you baby." You ignored him, puffing the wood again. From the corner of your eye you can see him nod his head as he does when he senses some fuck shit.
"Okay. You ignoring me?" You were.
"I'll take that wood and burn this whole fuckin' house down." You then put it out, just incase his crazy ass really tried it and he grabbed your jaw to make to look at him.
"Kali." He paused, maybe waiting for a response no matter what she might say.
"You know you hear me."
"I just wanna get high."
"You mad at me?" Duh. She didn't answer him, because why would he come home at 2:30AM? The bars close at 2.
"Answer me."
"You mad cus you asked me a dumb ass question? The fuck?" She states, the volume of her voice rising.
"Girl." He chuckles before continuing.
"recognize who you talkin too. Real shit."
"Mmkay." She states, rolling her eyes.
"And get that attitude outcha tone. I can hear it."
"I don't have no attitude." She was obviously lying.
"Girl shut the fuck up talkin to me. Real shit."
"You came in here talkin to me when you could've kept talkin to them other hoes."
"What?" She didn’t respond. He heard her.
"Other hoes like who, Kali?"
"Just get the fuck out my face. I hate bitch niggas."
"Like who, Kali?" She ignored him. She didn't wanna add fuel to the fire.
He snatched her up out the bed.
"Who?" He spoke slower.
"You. Bitchass nigga."
"Kali" He laughs. "Who the fuck are you talkin to?"
"It's only us here."
"So that means you talkin to me like that?"
She just nods her head.
"Pretty much."
"So you think i'm playin? Do I look like i'm playin?"
"I don't care Christopher. Let me get high in peace."
"You wanna use that smart ass mouth?" She didn't even realize his dick was out until he shoved it in her face.
"Open that shit." And she did as he fucked her face.
"Wanna get smart 'n shit. Now look."
Fucking himself into her mouth he keeps talking shit.
"Yea, i'm gon' tear yo ass up." He confirmed, shoving her back into the pillows. She tried to keep your legs closed, in hopes that it would stall him. She knew it wouldn't.
"Open these fuckin legs." She did.
She couldn't help but moan loudly at the familiar, euphoric stretch. He wasn't punishing her just yet. Fucking into her slowly, making sure she felt every detail.
"Oh fuck."
"Mmhm."
"Oh shit."
"Mm-you gon stop having an attitude wimme?"
"Yes sir-ffuck." She was creaming already.
The weed intensified the whole situation for her.
"I know." He states before fucking you faster with the same killing depth.
"Oh my-ffuck!!" She put her hand downward to push him back.
"Unt unt. Fuck off me."
"Ouu baby pleasee-fuck!" She started to scream as he abused her pussy. He continued to ignore her pleas.
"Ohbaby-mmm I'm cummin"
"No you not."
"Ffuck please i'm cummin baby!"
She tried to hold it as he ignored her plea.
"Fuck-mmm-baby I'm finna cummm. I can't hold it no moreeee!!" She whined.
"If you cum on me imma spilt yo shit."
"No-please-please-l can't!!"
"No?" He chuckled at her. "You gon do whatever the fuck I tell you to do." He states.
Fucking her as if she had just dropped a baby that wasn't his. Then..she came. Tears falling down her face slowly as he kept going.
"Did you just cum on me?"He started fucking you rougher.
"Ohh fuckkkk i'm sorryy!!" She cries, slowly getting up the bed and away from him. He didn't even notice.
"Stop fuckin' movin'"
"I cannn't!" She screams trying to push him off.
"Unt unt. I'll chase yo ass round this house, stop playin' Kali." She creamed, screamed, and squirmed before he finally pulled out.
She thought it was over until he grabbed her and dragged her into the bathroom, bending her over the counter and fucking her again.
Her eyelashes felt cold as she closed her eyes, letting the pressure take over her body.
"Mm mm. Open your eyes." He demands while wrapping his hand around her neck to keep her head up and let her know who she needs to respect.
She couldn't think or speak and he didn't need her to.
"Look at yourself. You wanted to cum so bad, cum again."
"No." You weakly managed to get out
"Oh, but I'm a bitch right?" She couldn’t even think of a response. She just wanted to explode.
"Right? Answer me!"
"No! No sir-fuck." You could barely get it out.
"Then why did you say that shit to me?"
"I don't knowww" He giggled at her.
"I don't knowwww" he mocked. "You gon stop fuckin disrespectin me. You hear me!?" He was being so rough, coming closer to his own orgasm.
"Cummin' all in this pussy. This mine. I'd never touch nothing else-fuck." He was so serious. Why would he switch out a dime for a penny?
Once he finally finished and let her free, she sighed in relief. Then she heard the water start.
"C'mere." He held onto her, taking her and putting her in the bathtub as it filled up.
It felt so nice. He then got in and sat behind her. He held onto her tight whispering in her ear and kissing on her neck.
“I would never ever, ever fuck on you. I'm just tryna' keep you fed mamas. If I eat then you eat, that's all."
She recognized the last statement, as he had said it to her often.
After their bath, he dried them both off and put her in the bed.
"You goin to sleep baby?"
"Eh. I wanna smoke. Can you roll up?"
"Yea baby. You still got your half 'a wood over there."
"Oh, you mean the one you threatened to kill us with?" He chuckled at her sarcasm.
"Yea mama and you know what you was doing. Stop it."
"Mmkay." He stopped what he was doing to kiss her forehead.
"I'm sorry."
"I know baby. You always had a slick ass mouth though."
"You love it.""
"Maybe. You just needa learn who you fuck wit." He states continuing his assault on the wrap before lying down next to her.
"You know you love me. Xoxo Gossip Girl."
"Papi can you get me some chips?"
"Yea baby I gotchu." He passed the wood before getting up. "Which ones?"
"Regular lays please."
"A'right mama, I'll be back." He eventually came back with a few snacks and water. They both smoked and ate away until she finally fell asleep in his arms, just like they both needed.
The bratty!reader goes on a “friendly date” & forgets that she had Superman as a fiancée. Superman who gets mean when provoked. Superman who can see her insides. The way her heart beats when she lies.
Super, super short!
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“You thought I wouldn’t know you’re fuckin’ lyin’ to me?” He chuckles. Not because it was funny, but because— “you are insane.” All you could do was look at him with— “that stupid fucking face. I’m gonna fuck you up you know that?” He chuckles eerily once again, shaking his head while removing his belt. Within the next five minutes you’re on your knees with your ankles duct taped together. “I’m sorr-” “you’re not sorry.” He cut you off while removing his button up. “-but you will be in a second.”
He was right because all of the sudden you felt the familiar sting that hurt so good yet so bad. Once he felt ready to stop after 27 swats, he didn’t. “Tell me. Now.” He he demands, still lighting fire on your bottom half. He wasn’t playing. This isn’t anything you’ve ever experienced from him before. “Okay! Okay!” You plead while cumming. “Just please stop!” And he did. “Speak.” “I went because I was just trying to make you jealous.” He snickered. “What is this? High school? You do know there are consequences for your actions, right?”
You knew. I mean after all, you did want to be punished, you just didn’t expect all of this. The way he threw you onto your back lifting your legs into mating press. Swirling that pink tip over your clit as you cried while he bullied his way into your pussy. You moan and squeal trying to push him away as he punishes your spot with that big ass dick.
“Don’t run from me.” He demands fucking you harder. You don’t know how or why you came up with the conclusion that trying to upset literal Superman was a good idea. Big, heavy Superman.
His large hand wrapped around your throat as he continued his attack. Something in you said “slap him.” So you did. His movements paused for 2.5 seconds before he slapped you back even harder. “Bitch.” He states. “You wanna hit me? Huh? Wanna hit me cus’ you wanted to fuck around and find out?” You can’t speak. His hand around your throat is tighter than before. His movements deeper. Sex sounds getting louder. You started to speak until—“unt unt. Shut that mouth.” He cut you off. At this point, you aren’t sure whether or not you regret your decision.
By your third orgasm, you’re over it. “ I’m sorry!!” You choke out. “No the fuck you’re not. You just want me to stop. I’m not going to stop.” He wasn’t and he didn’t. “It’s almost like you wanted me to do this. You wanted to piss me off so that I could do this to you.” You’re going crazy. The position. The sounds. His dirty ass mouth. Once he was officially done, you squirted. “Oh fuck!” “Mmm look at that. Wet ass pussy. You wanted this yeah? Wanted me to beat this pussy.” When it was over, he ran you a bath and babied you. “Don’t you ever lie to me again.” He demanded sternly. “Yes sir.”
Lesson Learned | cw: 18+ mdni, country!simon, cursing, excessive spänkíng, angry sêx, sèx against the wall, dâcryphília, dégrègàtíon, (slight) edging, pet names (lil girl, Lucky, darlin, baby).
Truthfully, he wouldn’tve been so angry if you’d didn’t show up so nonchalant. Gave him that pout you do when you’re upset, and explained why you’d disappeared off the face of the earth for two days without telling him.
Well not disappeared, you’d gone to your side of the family two days ago, it was just supposed to be lunch. But you didn’t do much as call to tell him what was going on, he knew you were a “free spirit.” You needed space to do as you wanted, but this wasn’t fucking city anymore, and Simon was gonna be your husband soon.
You’d showed up to the house in a car, a different outfit on and a couple shopping bags in hand, waved a ‘hi’ like nothing was wrong. He’s waited all fucking day for your ass, was gonna call the police if he hadn’t heard from one of the farm hands hadn’t seen you in town. Simon lazily took a sip of his beer from the rocking chair he sat in.
“The hell ‘ve you been [+]?” His voice barks out, voice booming over the open land.
Your eyebrows furrow at the tone, shrugging, “Was out Riley, I told you.” The other day. In your head.
Wrong fucking answer.
Simon clenched his jaw, another swing of beer down his throat. He stands from the chair, “Have you lost your god damn mind [+]?!”
“I don’t hear from you for whole a day Lucky, a full 24 hours! Not a call, not text, a god damn letter from the sky— do you not know where you’re gonna fucking live in the near future!? We’re in the fuckin back country where anything can happen! ‘Nd then another 24 rolls by and I think you’ve gone ‘nd died! And you show up with not a care in the world?! Use your fuckin brain and communicate where the hell you are!” He yells.
Your mouth opens once, processing everything, then closing, then opening again, looking at him like he’s the god damn idiot. You do a take a look around the nearly empty property, flabbergasted—
“Who the fuck are you talkin to?!”
“[+]—“
“I’m not a little fuckin bitch, I’m my own woman! I do what the fuck I want when the fuck I want! I don’t need your stamp ‘f approval for what the hell I wanna do! Shit, maybe I should get back in the car and go have fun, again!”
“[+],” he drawls deathly low, eyes glaring down at you, “Get on the fuckin porch. Now.”
And suddenly, it’s like your feet are rooted deep in the dirt road, throwing your shopping bags back in the car. You fold your arms over your chest. “No!”
Stubborn little city broad, Simon was gonna sort you all out.
Boots heavy with every step down the porch, he’s quite as a mouse and swift as ever getting over to you and throwing you over his shoulder. You gasp, hitting his back, “Put me down you ass hole! Put me down right now or I swear to God!”
Sure, he puts you down. right in his lap once he got to the top step of the porch, ass up. He used one hands behind your back as you try to wiggle out his grasp, the other yanking your jeans down.
“Count em.” He grumbles.
Before you can even get another word out, there’s a heavy smack! to your ass.
“Riley—“ SMACK!
“Mr. Riley!—“ SMACK!
And you let out a yelp in pain when another ache from his heavy hand lands on you.
“Told ya t’count. That’s three, or should we start from the beginnin?”
You didn’t even bother saying a word, just putting your head down and letting out cry of, ‘four’ when you felt his hand come down once more.
“Such a god damn brat [+], all you had t’do was apologize, but youre a fuckin hardheaded brat.” His teeth clenched, adjusting you after the tenth are so spanking.
“I-“ you hiccup, tears blurring your vision as you grip onto his legs, “I’m not a brat.”
“Bitchin at me when you’re dead fuckin wrong is bein a brat Lucky.” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!
“Ya want respect? then use that brain ‘f yers and show me mine. What I say goes, I’m not doin this back ‘nd forth shit over you runnin off when ya want to. I’m your husband. And I don’t mind straighten you out over and over till you fuckin get it, ya hear?”
You let out a sob, nodding your head and clawing at his jeans.
Simon huffs. “Use your fuckin words.”
“Yes sir, mmph- I understand.” You wipe your nose, looking back at the blonde to see if he was done. But his eyes were low, flickering between your tears stained face and yout the wet spot in your underwear. His calloused hand grabs the back of your neck, guiding you off his lap and having you stumbling up the steps to meet his strides like a stray kitten gripped at the neck.
“Come on, ain’t done with you yet.”
The screen door slams behind you once you get inside the house, Simon pushing you into the nearest wall face first. You can feel him panting in your ear, hands sliding down your body after yanking down your pants along with those blue panties he likes to your ankles. Your hands lay flat against the wall trembling all from the burn coming from below.
“Spread ‘em.”
And you do, widening your legs as you tremble.
He cursed, dipping his thumb in your drenched hole, “Shit baby, ya don’t change. Spanked ya fuckin raw ‘nd ya still yearnin’ for it. A little slut for it yeah?”
You get so god damn mouthy, your pussy does too, soaking his fingers as he slots two inside you, working them in and out roughly. You claw at the wall, hips bucking for more movement then he’s giving you. You’re delirious, from the stark difference of Simon giving you the second whooping he’s ever given you to him finger fucking you right in the houses entryway. You don’t even realize your chanting a ‘please, please, please’ as he thrusts fingering inside you.
“Heh- Almost fuckin pathetic how fuckin needy you are right now. Should be greatful your husband is willin t’ help you, take care ‘f ya like ‘m ‘posed to.” He hisses once you clench down on his fingers, pulling his fingers out just as you felt your stomach tightening.
“M-Mr. Riley-“
He lays an Another smack to your ass, laughing at you, “Aht- aht- ahh darlin, that’s where you go it wrong. Why would ya even think ‘f cummin first when this is a punishment?”
You let out another whine, pushing your pump ass against him as he strokes his hardening length. You feel the cockhead push into the globe, Simon smearing his pre-cum. You groan, so desperate, “Please Mr. Riley!”
“Keep it up ‘nd you won’t get shit lil girl.” He grumbles, circling the strawberry tip on your hole. This was already hard enough trying to keep you in check, but edging you was just edging himself— all to have you dumb on his cock.
And that you were, as soon as he slid into your gummy walls. He perfectly stretched you out and filled you to the brim, you could every ridge and bein of his pulsing dick.
“Jesus baby, fuckin chokin me here.” He hisses, his hips pounding into you mercilessly. You trembling in his hold, head thrown back as you moan so loudly you’ll spook the chickens that are just across the yard.
Simon hikes your leg up higher, strokes getting faster, meaner, the loud ‘fwop, fwop’ fwop’ filling your ears everytime he slams back into your oozing hole. His jaw is clenched, seething at how good you feel, “Fuckin pissed me clean off Lucky, was- shit- was worried ‘boutcha ‘nd then you just had to act all big ‘nd bad. Like you run shit.”
Simon tilts your head up, scuffing at your fucked out face, your eyes glazed over as you while you keen his name.
“I bet you ain’t even thinkin, poor thang, been drunk since I been in ‘er.”
“Shit- uugh! Mr. Riley you’re just- it’s so biiiig!” You croon so sweetly. He can’t help the smirk on his pink lips, kissing your shoulder blade.
He lets out a snicker, finding your lips and sloppily kissing you, spitting in your mouth and making sure you swallow it. “ ‘Posed to be a punishment, hckk- but you always get what you want, huh Lucky?” He teases.
You finally catch his ocean blue eyes, your lips purse, looking up at him with those pretty puppy dog eyes, slurring, “No- I- hmm- hngh fu- I’m sorry Mr. Riley. Was wrong. I really am sorrry.”
God damn it, you really are the cutest person on the planet. Simon kisses you again, hitting your g-spot with a thwack that makes you sob.
“Yeah baby, I know. ‘S okay, such a good girl for ‘pologizin.” He coos, kissing you all over.
You can feel it, your orgasm building as he ruts into you wild as ever. You gasp, pushing at his thighs and inching closer to the wall, hardened nipples brushing agasint it, “Wait- wait- it’s- I’ll cum-“
“Nooo, don’t run, fuck darlin, ya can’t run. You g-gotta cum on it.” Simon rasps. He can only push deeper inside you, your face flesh against the wall as you have to take every down right nasty stroke of his cock inside your velvety walls.
“O-oh shit!”
Your orgasm knocks into like a harsh wave, hard and unforgiving. Walls tightening as Simons milky cum paints the inside of you.
“That’s my girl.”
a/n: atp call me “can’t-write-a-simple-Drabble-teddy.” I love plot too much. This request *chefs kiss*
or: Country!Simon catches you attempting to tag his property, of course he has to teach you a lesson.
cw: 3.6k words, 18+ mdni, Country!Simon, alt universe, no use of y/n, some plot with smut, dub-con, spanking, breeding kink, p in v, creampie, age gap (Simon 29, reader 23), primal play & reencounter (if you tilt your head), pet names (little girl, city broad, lucky), fingering, lite pussy pronouns, degradation, lucky!reader
a/n: a scrapped Drabble turned into a full story cause I love plot
part 2!!! <3
You were running like your life depended on it.
It was dumb for you to even attempt to tag the Riley barn to begin with.
You knew that, your friends knew that, anyone in town would’ve warned you otherwise.
It all started with a little end of college fun, wreck havoc like the good ole days. Nothing out the ordinary. Something that supposed to be a silly little prank, saying goodbye to college and hello to adulthood by spray paint and a little egging.
Was it a little too much for your liking? Yes.
Just plain rude and disgusting because at the end of the day, what exactly did Ghost do to deserve any of this? But peer pressure is a nasty, annoying, bitch. Regardless of age.
The Riley Ranch had been rumored as evil and haunted, the only people who really interacted with the land being other farmers. Even when Simon Riley, the last standing of the family, came to church (on the rarest occasions), people kept their distance. Afraid his families “bad” energy would spread over to them.
They called him Ghost.
There was a fire at the families home, started by Ghosts father who was always in a rage. Your father made sure your family stayed clear of him when you visited, he wasn’t too kind to quote, ‘big headed, posey, no good, city slickers.’ No one thought his rage would grow so large into trying to kill his whole family.
No one one besides Ghost made it out that night, there was rumored to be a large burn mark on his back to prove it.
You’d gotten found too fucking quick, “What the hell do you think you’re doin?” His voice booming on the highway road.
Simon Riley was blessed to have ears like an owl. Heard the car pull up and stop on his property, the rumbling of the engine— a beat passes— the car doors slamming shut and the far off hushed giggles. Nothing new, people had passed his property to spook whoever the hell they were with. Try to show how “evil spirits” ran rampant on his land, even if they were, he hadn’t ask for them to be there. But they’d never stop. They’d do it before.
They’d do it again.
But he heard that can of spray paint shake and his boots hit the floor before he even realized it.
Not the brown farmhouse gate he’d spent so long sanding down as a child with the help of his grandfather. Not the white ranch fence he’d spend so long getting together as soon as the land was properly handed to him and in his name, that’d he hand painted himself and fixed up the grass so people knew better than to drop any litter there.
No fucking way.
Your friends were already in the mustang you’d arrived in, those bastards, revving the engine and zooming off. You dropped the can, more spray getting on the grass fuck, fuck, fuck— your brown eyes slowly looked up, meeting a more than livid pair blue eyes.
You wanted to squeak out, ‘im sorry’ but where would there be room for that? Not in between the ranch fence that already had a squiggly line and crooked smiley face with black spray paint on it created by yours truly. There would absolutely be no room for an apology when his face was already screwed up, jaw clenching from underneath the bandana that hid his face, eyes narrowing into slits.
Well duh, babe. Move those feet!
And you did, turning at a 90 degree angle and sprinting like it was the end of the world. Ghost mumbled a ‘god damn it’, and ran right after you, his boot quickly meeting a carton of unopened eggs.
Oh you were definitely in for it now.
You ran through the Egyptian wheat, tall as the eye can see, green leaves scratching your arms and legs. You prayed to God there wasn’t any crazy animals hiding in there. You were panting, taking a quick glance behind you and you could only hear rustling of the large plants that surrounded you, feet hitting the floor.
Then you heard a distant yell in the field, “[+], you get back here!”
Well it wasn’t exactly the hardest to spot you out, you looked like your mother— who looked like her mother. You came from a family known for actually being good people, never hesitating to help or providing when need be. You’d met Mr. Riley a couple times in your 23 years of life. Quick instances that you vaguely remember. But you knew his face, and he knew yours.
Your mom had been one of the few good people making sure he was well taken care of when he was younger, she couldn’t raise him like she had wanted to with having to travel back and forth from the city for work as a children’s author. But she’d made sure he was taken care of in whatever home he was placed in, encouraged him to join the Boys and Girls club, something to ground him.
“Just needs someone to look after ‘em is all,” she’d ensisted while braiding your hair one night before heading to meet him at his group home, fingers weaving through your curls with purpose, you were around eight. “Some kids need a lil extra love, show ‘em someone’s there for ‘em. Simon’s one of those kids, so is your older brother, even though he’s a pain in my side at times. They’re all good in their core— their heart. It’s important to have someone nurture it. Gods called me to do that.”
Though, the relationship strained when the foster system let him go. “He’s just having boy troubles. Boys go through those weird hormones when they hit a certain age. Wants to prove ‘imself as a man. They get real hard headed [+]. He’ll get over it ‘nd pull through. He always does,” she’d say. So certain. Undoubting. Like a sixth sense.
And Simon did manage well enough, clearly, for him to have a proper farm for himself, one that was properly taken care of and thriving. You’d visited with your mom two years back. It was so clear to you now. Your mother practically smothering him in a hug when she got close enough. Simon was awkward at first, but accepted it. His eyes and whole body softing by her touch. She’d been family when no one else would be.
He looked towards you, you met a gorgeous shade of blue, long blonde lashes to match his short blonde hair, face with a few noticeable scars and half his face hidden under a black bandana. You were standing a ways off so you couldn’t hear what he or your mother was saying, but you saw him nod toward you. Your mother saying something and him nodding in response. She waved you over,
“[+] you know Simon— I mean, Mr. Riley since you’re a grown man now, ain’t that right.” She laughed.
“Whatever you want ma’am.” He looks down at you and extends his hand. You take it, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and give it a firm shake.
“Good seein you.” It wasn’t just words, he was sincere, caring. Like seeing an old friend.
You nodded, “ ‘S good seeing you too.”
He showed you the farm after that in his truck. The big house that was farther toward the woods, properly fixed after the fire a decade ago, the Egyptian wheat field, the horses and chickens and the new blue barn he was building to accommodate them, the horse training area used to break in horses no one else would. It was a lot of land, a lot of work, but you could tell by the sound of his husk voice, he was proud of himself and the work he’d been able to accomplish. Even more happy when your mom praised him.
It finally clicked: that barn— and right on time, you’d caught sight of it. Not the one Mr. Riley had been fixing when you visited, the old one. Large and in charge that had old wood, and was definitely falling apart. But you made a bee line for it anyway.
What other option did you have?
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, nerves on a high because you didn’t even notice how close Ghost was to you before you ducked so he couldn’t grab you. Kicking his shin and dashing towards the barn that was bones.
“You damn brat! fuck me!” He cursed, hopping to ease the new pain on his leg before running right after you.
You undid the large wooden latch, sliding the doors open and immediately trying to slide them close. But his hand shot through the opening, a shiver runs down your spin.
Up the steps you went, the only place you could go, and Ghost was right on your heels, quick, almost silent— didn’t call him Ghost for no reason. You tripped and fell on a pile of hay and wild chickens went fluttering and clucking down to the barn floor, clouding your vision. Next thing you knew, Ghost finally caught you. His hands grabbed hold of both of your arms as you rolled around and thrashed underneath him.
“You fuckin asshole! Let me go!” You grunted, trying to kick your legs where the sun didn’t shine but completely missing when the older man closed your legs, gripping them together under your knees in his hands. He had you like a pig about to be roasted.
“You ruin my property but I’m the asshole?” The fucking audacity of you. “Gonna teach you a fuckin lesson cause clearly they don’t teach you city folk manners.”
With ease, Ghost sat himself down on one of the old hay bails, bringing you over his lap. He grunts, keeping you as still as you can, and then like thunder— his large calloused hand comes down to your plump ass, echoing in the empty barn.
“Mr. Riley!” You gasp, your head shoots up, eyes widening— there’s no way- was he giving you a spanking? The next one yanks you out of your thoughts, brutal, harsh, that makes you scream his name again, “Mr. Riley, that’s enough!” But he’s completely ignoring you.
You’re crying and whimpering, as his hand continues forming ripples in your ass. You’d gotten one singular whopping your whole life, from your grandma for breaking her good vase when she told you no ball throwing in the house. Life altering from one incident that made you into the goodest girl there ever was.
And then there’s this predicament, one that ripped your soul in two. One half fueled with hatred for doing something so crude— so audacious. And then the other that’s struggling to keep itself contained. one more hit that meets your tender bottom, one that hits you in a place you didn’t realize was boiling over— a smack to the ass that forces an egregious moan out of your trembling plump lips.
Simon stills, his eyes flicking over the state of you. You’re shaking, head down and legs finally not kicking. But he sees the way you try to hide yourself further into his lap, because you and he both know you just moaned because of a little whooping.
Oh— you're crazy.
You’d unknowingly created a fire and Simon would add lighter fluid to it.
He lifts the bottom of your short flower patterned dress, just to peak, you jump but still, your heart pounding even louder than it had before. And it’s a sight for the man to behold— your underwear soaked like the damn ocean. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to bring the hands down to hide the slick that was ever growing.
“D-don’t look.” You sniffle. Too damn cute.
But there’s a snicker, something that makes you look back at him and his eyes are shining with mischief, “My god, you’re a filthy lil thang, aren’t’chu?” It’s almost rhetorical, he’s not asking you, he’s asking your cunt. “Didn’t know you city broads were like that, learn somethin new every day, don’t you?”
You yelp when he yanks your underwear down to your knees, thrashing around once again, but Simon keeps you still. Your pretty pussys glistening as bright as sun on water, slick all over your fat second pair of lips. He brushes his fingers against them, sending shivers up your spine, you cant help but arch further into his touch.
You whine, “Mr. Riley-“
“—Shhhhh, gotta hear her,” he murmured, slowly slipping a finger in your drenched hole. Your pussys practically sputtering out with every thrust of his finger, slipping another one and coating it perfectly. He takes them out, sucking up the juices on his tongue that you’ve left on them, spitting down on your hole before stuffing his fingers back into you. He hums in satisfaction as you lose your mind, “such a fuckin slut, you just get this wet for anyone, don’t you?”
Your eyes reach the back of your head, breath hitching, “Nooo, I don’t- I wouldn’t!— ooh- agh- Mr. Riley!” your interrupting yourself with your own moans. Whatever anger you had before, folding into nothing.
He finally let’s go of your hands and you grip on to his leg, nails clawing at his jean cover thighs. Your stomach tightens running away as your orgasm builds but Simon follows, thrusting his fingers into your gummy walls even more, curving them to find your sweet spot with determination.
“Eaaasy now, don’t want to hurt you. Be good ‘nd cum. Know you want to, make a mess all over me darlin’.”
And that’s all it takes, with a twitch and a squeal, your cumming all over his hand. Simon thrusts his fingers a couple times, watching the wave of euphoria wash over you before sucking one of fingers clean, then bringing the other to your mouth.
“Come on, don’t be fuckin uppity, taste it lil girl” he tsked, you take the middle finger in your mouth, tasting your own arousol, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly pulling your head back with a ‘pop.’ It all goes straight to the blondes aching dick.
You hear it, the unbuckling of his belt, your stomach touching the tint that had built because of you. your mind finally snaps out of the trance he’s got you in. You barley manage to get out of his lap, scrambling through the hay, tripping over your underwear, on your as knees. Giving Simon the perfect view of your tender ass and the slick that’s dripping down to your thigh before you turn when you meet a wall. Pushing yourself into it.
“We- shit- someone- someone’ll come!” You ramble out, panting, still feeling the after effects of your orgasm. Your eyes avert to anything in this barn besides the man infront of you. But he made his way over to you, slow, stalking. And once he’s on his knees and hovering above you, he springs his cock from from his boxers. The blonde is hung, large and girthy, his tip strawberry red and leaking pre cum.
He bends down, sliding his fat cock between your wet folds, and then smacking his tip on your clit creating a plap, plap, plap. You can’t help but whimper at the sensation.
“You want it don’t you?” he whispers in your ear, taunting you, goosebumps wave over your skin. “Don’t want me all the way,” he traces over your belly, and then pokes right where your uterus is, “up here, hm?”
“Don’t want me to make you feel good pretty girl? Don’t wanna feel it once?”
Maybe it’s the adrenaline that’s pulsing through you, the way he’s looking down on you like you’re pathetic, dick crazed maniac. And maybe that’s exactly what you are, just once— you just want feel him stir your guts just. this. once.
“I do.”
And your soft voice is just enough for the brute to yank your legs open, Simon throwing your legs over his forearms and spreading your pretty hole open with just the tip. The man starts bullying himself inside the tightness of your pink walls.
He’s big. He’s too big. You hiccup, shoving at his shoulder while he’s splitting you in half, “Mr.Riley, ‘s so much! hicc- can’t. I can’t.”
He croons, slowly thrust more and more of his veiny length into you. “Come oooon city broad, thought you could take it? Don’t go runnin. Been runnin from me alllll this time little girl.”
“Bet you won’t do no shit like that again, ruining my damn property,” Simon hissed, smacking down your clit a few times. “Gonna fuck that nonsense outta that lil brain ‘f yours.”
“I won’t! I promise! Mmmph- I’ll be good! S-so good just for you. Always for you.” You mewled, one hands clawing at the wall behind you and other hand at his shoulder. He finally feels it, his cock reaching the very hilt of you, balls smacking your ass crack. The damn obscene sounds your syrupy pussy is making to keep him inside you, and his tip giving your cervix the messiest and he’s sure, the first kiss it’s ever received.
A baby.
You’d look so fucking sexy, being all plump with his fucking baby. He pushes your thighs back to you head further, jackhammering into your heat rough and mean.
“Five,” he mumbles, groping at one of your tits in his hand. Squeezing and kneading it like a vice.
“Wha-“
“You’ll give me five ‘f ‘em, won’t’cha? Make me a daddy.”
He’s talking nonsense, partially. Simon wasn’t dead set on five, he’d wanted a baseball team but he’d settle for whatever you wanted. One would do if it caused you too much strain. He’d take care of you and the baby, buy you whatever you asked for, have you sat on that back porch, in a rocking chair. Your hand on your full belly, watching him as he worked all lovingly.
Simon breath hitches, rolling his hips into yours with a grunt, fucking drunk at the thought of it. The thought of you, all while your pussy was squeezing on him like you were reading his fucking mind.
“C-christ almighty, I got lucky with you huh? A snug lil cunt like this deserves to be up filled up with my cum.”
You still couldn’t believe it, thee Simon Ghost Riley, was with you in this old barn fucking your brains out like you were fucking Eve in that damn garden, on top of a pile of hay. Both of you letting out moans and groans like animals that you’re sure anyone who stepped foot on property would be able to hear. It’s hot, and sweat is forming on both of your foreheads, your skin is sticky. Simon’s big balls hitting your ass every punch of his tip into you G Spot. both of your eyes hazy, stupid off the other getting off.
“Feel so gooood M-Mr. Riley! So much!” You keen, reach for the bandana hiding his face. He always pushes your hand away but then he remembers what you’re about to be— his lover, his wife— the mother of hic children.
“Mamma’s gotta know the face of ‘er children’s daddy right? pull it off.” And you do, tugging it. And god, maybe this whole ordeal got you lucky.
So damn pretty. A scar on his nose, another one at the end of his pink lips, blonde strands swaying everytime he ruts into you, “Mr. Riley’s sooo pretty,” you slur, talking to him like it’s some secret. You’re lucid in his cock, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure while you stomach coils up.
“Uh-uh, eyes on me city broad, look at me!” He squeezes your cheeks together, planting a fat kiss on your smooshed lips. He snaps his hips forward, and your head would’ve hit the wall from how good you feel. But Simons still got your pretty face in his hands.
“Gonna have ya allll bare foot ‘nd pregnant, waddlin yer cute ass ‘round here with a ring on that finger.” He’s telling you, as if this is already happened and he’s seein it with his own eyes. All you can do is moan at his words. You can’t even form a sentence at this point. Just nodding your ditzy little head while he gives you his dick.
“Gonna be a pretty fuckin mamma too, fu- shit baby, your pretty tits all full with milk for our kin— damn, you love the sound ‘f that dontcha? You can deny it all ya wont, but she’s achin for it.”
God, you are. She is too. You didn’t even know how greedy your pussy was being as he pistoned in and out of you, “Gonna— gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna-“
“-Yeah, thaaat’s it lucky, come all over your husbands cock.”
All you can utter is a ‘s-shit’ when your orgasm smacks you, your toes curling in your converses, thighs shaking in Simons hold.
The blonde gets you in a headlock, smooshing you down into the floor further, brushing your curls with hay out of your gorgeous face. rutting into you as your walls clamp onto him, begging for his all milk he’s able to give you.
Simon growls, and the strings of cum fill your womb. Your clammy bodies are still stuck together as he rocks the last bit of cum into. Mumbling while kissing your neck, “take it lucky it’s all yours. Gotta keep you nice ‘nd full if you’re gonna get pregnant.”
It’s quiet finally. The barn itself is old and creaks but you can hear the chickens right down the steps clucking, the cicadas chirping, the breeze passing through the trees. The only think you hear are his and your pants,
Simon scoops you up in his arms, adjusting your dress to cover the mess he’s created thats dripping down on that barn floor with every steps he takes.
“Mr. Riley, where are we- where are we going?” You hiccup, gripping onto his shirt. All you can look at is him, a little in shock, a little blissed out. The only thing your able to focus on is the handsome man holding you against his chest. The way his heart pounds louder as he looks down at you.
“To the house. It just won’t take after one go.”
a/n: a draft that’s sitting since last month. Luv you bubs. Can’t wait to write more country!simon
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