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◌ you’re fucked silly with satoru’s “lollipop” ╱ 18+

𓏵 cw. food play oral bondage mock sympathy tummy bulge dacryphilia cowgirl .ᐟ Ი𐑼

𝓎ou didn’t think much of it. him and his vampiric, milk white canines teething at the spit-glossed, candied-dense globe of a cherry blow pop— like a puppy to a bone— dyed tongue suckling the chemically saccharine, viscous syrup which dribbled out onto his pink lips.

of course, not like it should’ve mattered even if you had thought about it; you knew satoru enjoyed a little facile sweet treat, something rotten and purely sucrose— likely cavity-inducing— which he’ll frivolously re-word as “brain-stimulating” since it sounds fancy. less juvenile.

but, sometimes, there’s a silly ulterior motive. because candy alone can’t always satiate a sweet tooth.

“don’t you hate that kind?” you tut, facetiously coy.

brows furrowing cutely quizzical at the immature boy gnawing tenaciously to reach the blow pop’s enshrouded bubblegum, like he didn’t prefer dum-dums, and as if there wasn’t a pooling, sore ache in your own tummy from gawking at his pretty mouth— crude, sticky slick dampening the scant gusset of your cotton panties.

he smiles. fangs too cheshire and kittenishly bonny for a boy who’s killed. “yeah- but i’ll manage.”

and, of course, he does. that is, if “managing” meant impromptu, or languidly pumping your tight, little pussy with the lolli’s bulbous head, marbled raspberry-mauve sphere ignominiously squeezing in-n’-out your velvet hole— gummy walls sensitive and bruising being rubbed flush against the calloused crystalline sugarcoating.

it’s nauseatingly tawdry. but repulsively erotic in a way where your spine is soon arched like a needy, jumpy cat— skimpy pleated uniform miniskirt bunched up, wrinkled, at the plush of your waist— lace-frilled cotton panties peeled halfheartedly aside. knees near either clavicle with tender knuckles quivering against the back of either leg. acrylics drawing mean crescents in the flesh.

“sooo skittish, baby,” he purrs, puerile. sardonic. nibbling and puppy-licking at your puffy, tender clit— doe baby blues engrossed by your greedy, drooling cunt slobbering up the rotund candy to its plastic stick. “would’ya- hah-scamper away if it’s just the tip?”

gagged by his eye veil, your soft mewls of retort are pacified into adorable, mousy huffs, which he faux-croons at, pouty, before slipping the sleek-wet blow pop back into his maw— sugary, artificial flavor now amalgamated with your pungent, honeyed essence— an easily favorite, cloying tang of his. salaciously numbing. addicting.

better than any sugar rush.

“aww. oops.” candy lolled wantonly in his mouth, he guides your shuddering hips— dripping, winking hole beautifully exhibited— to tease feathery-light kisses right upon his cock’s mushroomy, prodding tip, your drowsy gaze unfocused and mollified. “forgot you can’t talk.”

“‘toruu- mph!” delicate, shaky hands feebly anchoring on his sinewy, porcelain abs, you’re bullied, or impaled, upon his blushed girth, shimmying to ease the burning stretch as salty, lemony waterworks soil your lower lash line.

“you crying, bunny?” you’re flustered. vision whitening at its sheer, dizzying, kaleidoscope edges. saliva caked lewdly against his obsidian cloth’s knotted fabric. “m’sorry—”

“sh-hut up,” you quietly mumble, muffled. vexed.

it’s almost comically sordid— being so stuffed full there’s a salient, probing bulge in your lower abdomen— spongy, wet walls fluttering around such size; yet, you still sink to straddle him wholly, bouncing up-n’-down virtuosically.

“oh, fuck, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so good. . .”

you watch, gaze dazed and eyelids droopy, as his pupils seemingly morph into feverish hearts— and his blown bubblegum, nearly translucent due to its volume, bursts as he cums hard— tacky, gluey residue staining his taut jaw and bobbing adam’s apple like smeared lipstick.

“can we pretty please do sweetart ropes next .ᐣ”

[sugurusbeloved]

❤︎﹕giving head to nerdjo ⸝⸝

nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.

“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”

his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”

your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.

“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.

you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.

“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”

you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”

he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.

[xoslutty]

✮ SEX EDUCATION: where your hot professor teaches you how to cum!

⋆ LESSON 1: GUIDANCE ON HOW TO TOUCH YOURSELF

you're on his lap, your back is pressed against his chest, your legs draped over his. "wider, baby." you spread, your skirt is bunched around your waist. your soaked panties are already on his desk. he made you take them off the moment you walked in, holding them up to the light and tsking at the wet spot.

"there," he says, satisfied. "now i can see everything." his hands grip the soft skin behind your knees and push your legs even further apart. you're completely open, completely exposed, your bare pussy on full display, glistening in the lamplight. you can feel the wetness pooling beneath you, soaking into his trousers, into his chair. "fuck, look at you. you're already dripping, good girl." you whimper and try to close your legs, but his grip tightens. "ah-ah. keep them open. this is a lesson, remember? you need to watch. you need to learn."

you force yourself to stay still, your pussy throbbing under his gaze. "touch yourself." you hesitate. your hand hovers over your own body, trembling. "i said touch yourself, baby. two fingers. start with your folds. feel how wet my good girl is." your hand moves. your fingers slide through your wetness, and the sensation makes you gasp. you're so wet that your fingers glide effortlessly, your own arousal coating them. "that's it. feel how wet you are? you've been thinking about it, haven't you, baby?" "yes," you whisper. "every night?" "yes, professor." "tell me what you did." "i—" your fingers are moving in slow circles around your clit now, and it's hard to think. "i touched myself. in bed. thinking about you." "good girl. show me how."

your middle finger sliding down to circle your entrance, then back up to your clit. "mmnh..." your hips buck against your own hand. "faster, baby."

you speed up. the wet sounds fill the room, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you feel his breath against your ear. "now two fingers inside, good girl. fill that pretty pussy for me." you slide them in, and the stretch makes you gasp. your walls clench around your own fingers, but it's not enough. it's never enough. you can feel how tight you are, how desperate. "that's it. fuck yourself on your fingers. imagine it's my cock, baby. imagine it's me splitting you open." "ah— ah— hnnggh! professor—" "look at you," he murmurs. "so desperate. such a good student, fucking herself on her own fingers. you'd take my cock just like that, wouldn't you? all desperate and whimpering." "yes! yes!" you're fucking yourself faster now, your hips lifting to meet your own hand. "that's my good girl, play with your clit now. use your thumb. circle it." your thumb finds your clit, and the it makes you cry out. you're so sensitive, so swollen, every touch sending sparks through your body.

"ah—hah! professor! i'm— i'm close—" "good. cum for me, baby. cum on your fingers like the good pretty girl you are." but something stops you, you're right there, teetering on the edge. your fingers pump desperately, your thumb rubs frantically, but you just can't. "i— i can't— nnghhh! " your voice breaks. "i can't without you, professor. please. please, i need your fingers. i need you."

his grip on your legs tightens so hard it might bruise. you can feel how hard he is against your lower back, his cock pressing into your spine. "if i touch you, baby, it's no longer for education. do you understand that? if i put my fingers inside this tight little pussy, it's because i want to. not because i'm teaching you. do you really want that?" "yes," you sob. "yes, i want that. i don't care. please! i don't care about the lesson... hah! i just want you—"

"say it again." "i want you to touch me. i want your fingers inside me. please, professor, please— i need you—" "that's all i needed to hear, babygirl." his fingers slide into you over yours. two of them — thick, massive. he pushes past your fingers, deeper, and the stretch is blinding. you scream, but his other hand clamps over your mouth, muffling it.

"shh, shh," he breathes in your ear, but he doesn't stop. his fingers move inside you with yours, fucking you open. "take it. take it all, baby." "mmmnnnghh! hir— nnnghh!" "that's it. feel how thick i am? feel how your pussy stretches around me? this is what you've been begging for, good girl." his fingers are so much bigger than yours. they fill you completely, pressing against your walls, curling exactly where you need them. and then his thumb finds your clit, presses down, circles. "fuck— ah!.. haaah— professor!"

your legs kick, but he holds them wide, keeps you open, keeps you taking it. you're sobbing against his hand, drool running down your chin, completely destroyed. "that's it. that's my good girl. you're going to cum on my fingers now. you're going to soak my hand, baby. say thank you." "th— thank you—" "louder." "thank you, sir!—"

your orgasm rips through you, your back arches, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you cum hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your own fingers, everything. your vision whites out. a long, guttural moan tears from your throat as he works you through it, his thumb still circling your clit, his fingers still pumping, never stopping.

"fuck," he mutters, watching you fall apart. "that's it. that's it. good fucking girl. look at you cumming all over my hand. such a pretty sight." when you finally come down, you're shaking. your hand falls away, when he slowly withdraws his fingers, shiny with your cum, and brings them to his mouth. he sucks them clean, one by one, eyes never leaving yours. the sight makes your pussy clench again. "you're a fast learner, babygirl."

⋆ LESSON 2: LET HIM DROWN IN YOU!

his desk is cold against your bare ass. he's cleared it — pushed aside stacks of papers, a laptop, a mug of pens, some students' project folders — and lifted you onto it like you weigh nothing. your legs are spread wide, your heels resting on the edge, your pussy fully exposed and dripping, the papers beneath you are getting wet, but neither of you gives a single fuck.

"you asked me how this would help you learn," he says, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you even wider. "the truth is, baby, it doesn't." you blink. "what?" "i just want to eat this pretty pussy. i've been thinking about it since the first time you sat on my lap. that sweet little cunt grinding on my thigh. i need to taste it."

"then—" "you need to know what a good eating out feels like. so you know what to expect." he grins against your inner thigh. "but mostly because i can't stop thinking about your taste." and then his mouth is on you. he doesn't start slow. he dives in, tongue flat against your entire pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, wet stroke. you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. "ah! fuckfuckk! professor!"

"mmmnh— fuck—" he hums against you, and the vibration makes your hips buck. his tongue circles your clit, flicks it, sucks it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to spit on your pussy — a wet, obscene glob that slides down your folds — and then he's back, spreading it with his tongue, mixing his spit with your wetness.

"that's it. taste so fucking good, baby. sweet, wet and perfect. this is what a good pussy tastes like. remember that." "nnngh!— ah— hnnggh—hiro—" his fingers spread your folds open, and he dives deeper, his tongue pushing inside you. you feel it fucking you, curling, tasting your walls, and you're already so close, your thighs trembling around his head. "cum for me, baby," he says against your clit. "first one. give it to me." "i— i—" "cum. now."

his tongue flicks your clit fast, hard, and you cum with a scream, your back arching off the desk. he doesn't stop. he licks through it, groaning against your sensitive pussy drinking everything you give him. "mmmngh— yes. there we go, good girl. that's one."

your legs are shaking, you think it's over. well, it's not. he goes back in, sucking your clit between his lips, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue. his fingers slide inside you, curling, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "i can't! — another one— it's too haah! much—" "you can, pretty girl and you will. look at this pussy. she's not done yet."

his mouth descends again, and this time he's rougher. he presses his face hard into your pussy, his nose grinding against your clit, his tongue fucking you deep. he talks to it, low and breathless, his lips brushing against your folds. "such a pretty pussy. so wet for me, baby. you love this, don't you? having your professor on his knees eating you out in his office while others' works get ruined under your wet ass. you love it."

"yes! i love it! oh my go—i love it! professor—" "tell my pussy you love it." "i love it! i love my pussy— i love your mouth on it—" "then cum again, good girl." he pinches your clit between his teeth — just enough pressure, and the second orgasm rips through you. your legs clamp around his head, but he doesn't move. he stays buried in your cunt, lapping at you, groaning against you. "mmmngh. mmnh—" until you're twitching and oversensitive, sobbing from the intensity.

when you finally go limp, he looks up at you. his face is destroyed — wet, shiny, your cum dripping from his chin, his lips, his nose, his eyebrows. he doesn't wipe it off. "one more, baby."

⋆ LESSON 3: GET ABSOLUTELY POUNDED BY HIS BIG COCK

he points to his desk — the lower one, where his teaching assistant usually sits, covered in student papers. "on all fours." you don't hesitate. your palms hit the wood, your spine arches, your ass pushes back toward him, grinding in the air. you're wearing a dress tonight — short, thin, no panties, and you know he can see everything. your pussy is already dripping, your arousal slicking your thighs.

"look at you," he breathes. "soaking wet and i haven't even touched you yet." "please," you whimper. "please, professor, i can't wait anymore! i need you—" "you'll wait until i say you're ready, good girl." he drops to his knees behind you. his hands spread your cheeks apart, and you feel his breath on your cunt, hot and damp. "i've already made you cum twice tonight, remember? on my tongue, on my fingers. so this won't hurt, baby. i made sure you're ready."

"yes— yes—" but his mouth isn't finished. he leans in, licks a long stripe up your slit, and you moan, your arms nearly buckling. "for luck." "professor— i can't! mmnh! i've already—" "shut up and take it." his tongue slides inside you just to try it again. "good girl," he says, standing up. "now you're ready."

he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal jingling makes your pussy clench. his trousers drop just enough to free his cock — thick, hard, leaking, the head glistening with pre-cum. he strokes himself, and you watch him over your shoulder, drooling, your mouth open.

"tell me what you want, baby." "i want your cock, professor. please. inside me." "how badly, pretty girl?" "so badly i can't think. i can't breathe. please— i've been so good— i've learned everything— please just fuck me—" he steps forward. the head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you push back, trying to take him, but he holds your hips still.

"slow, baby or it'll hurt. i'm big and you're tight. breathe." "nnnngh... please—" he pushes in, just the head. you scream, but it's late, the building is empty, no one can hear you. he's so big — bigger than you imagined, bigger than his fingers, and the stretch is blinding, burning, perfect.

"breathe, baby. breathe for me." you gasp and he pushes deeper. "ah! mmnghh!!— fuck! professor!" "that's it. taking it. taking all of this cock. such a good fucking girl." he slides in to the hilt, and you feel like you're being ripped apart. his balls press against your clit, and he's so deep inside you that your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.

"look at you," he groans. "taking my whole cock. this tight little pussy was made for me, babygirl." "move— please— move—" and he does. at first he's gentle — slow, deep thrusts that let you feel every inch. his hands grip your hips, guiding you, teaching you. you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein.

"rock back into me, baby. meet my thrusts. that's it. feel how good it is when you move together." "harder, please! haah! harder!" "yeah? you want me to fuck this sweet pussy proper?" "yes, please!" he slams into you. hard. the desk screeches against the floor. papers scatter. a lamp wobbles and falls. "fuckkkfuck! hiromi!" "that's it— that's my good little slut— take this cock."

his hips pound into you, his balls slapping against your clit. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles. your legs give out, but he holds you up, one arm around your waist, still fucking you, never stopping. "i'm gonna! gonna cum nngh! wanna—" "not yet."

he pulls you up against his chest. his cock stays buried in you, and now he's fucking you from behind, upright, one hand on your hip, one hand on your throat, squeezing just slightly. "you feel that? that's what a real cock feels like, baby. that's what you've been begging for all these weeks." "yes yes! mmmhnah! thank you, thank you professor!" "thank me by cumming. cum on my cock. soak it."

he slams into you, and his fingers work your clit, your head falls back against his shoulder, making you cum with a scream that echoes through the empty building — "ahhh— fuckkk, yesyes, so good! "fuccck, yes— cum for me— cum on my cock." your walls clench around him, and he groans. "nnnnggh— fuckkk— baby mmmnhh— gonna cum, where do you want it?"

"i'm on the pill," you gasp. "cum inside me, professor. please. please, i want to feel it." "yeah? you want me to fill this tight little pussy? you want to walk around campus tomorrow feeling my cum dripping out of you, baby?" "yes! haahhh! pleasepleaseplease!" "gonna! i'm gonna— fuck—"

he slams into you one last time. his cock pulses, and you feel it — hot, thick, flooding you. he groans your name and you feel him twitch inside you as he fills you, his cum spilling deep into your cunt. "fucckkk that's my baby, mmhnh... sweetest pussy, all mine." when he's done, he doesn't pull out. he stays inside you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, both of you breathing hard, sweat-slicked and shaking. lessons completed.

more? ──── art cr. @ yunonoai on x sparkle cr: @kthice

[sukunastears]

sukuna making you squirt for the first time

sukuna had you in a mean mating press , he was forcing himself deeper in you. “fuck girl— your cunt is hugging me tight.’

“ryo move i have to pee.’ you squealed , feeling that weird sensation in your stomach. you tried to push at sukuna’s lower stomach but his third hand grabbed yours and pinned it to the side. ‘sukuna please.’ you begged , you didn’t want to pee all over him.

sukuna shook his head , speeding up his thrust. “fuck that. take my cock you slut.’ your mind went blank and your vision was blurry. the feeling you knew all too well was approaching and sukuna was chasing it.

‘kuna please. i need to pee.’ you cried. that pressure inching closer and closer. but sukuna didn’t stop , his fourth hand reached over to rub your swollen clit. sending shock waves throughout your already overwhelmed body.

you couldn’t hold it anymore with the amazing pleasure sukuna was giving you ; your body couldn’t hold it in. ‘shit— ryo i’m cumming.’ you moaned out , your free hand scratching at sukuna’s chest.

you legs started shaking rapidly , before your juices sprayed out onto sukuna. your mouth gaped open filling the room with a strings of moans and squeals. ‘shitttt- ahhghggghh kunaaaa fuckkkk—.’

sukuna came as he watched you unravel. your juices spayed all over his chest and cock , making the bed a mess. it was a beautiful sight. his thrust slowed , as he came deep in you.

‘that’s a good girl.’ sukuna praised as he rubbed your clit once more , your body jerking with overstimulation. you pushed his hand away as your body recovered from that crazy sensation.

sukuna pulled you into a sloppy , wet kiss. he moaned in your mouth before slowly pulling away. a string of yours and his salvia dripped onto your chin and chest. sukuna licked it up slowly before spiting it back in your mouth.

‘you need to squirt more often brat.’ sukuna teased. ‘you made a big mess tho.’

‘shut up ryomen.’ you rolled your eyes.

time invest in a waterproof mattress cover. because sukuna wasn’t stopping there.