Brittney, Nickname: Fuyuko Age: 25 Few likes and dislikes.Anything that interest me. Nothing much to say about myself. I'll post some picture of myself at time.
⥠simon ghost riley x virgin!female reader ⥠18+
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You didn't mean to bring it up. Hell, you didn't even mean to think about it. It was just that the air in the safe house was too thick, the silence between you and Simon was too heavy, and the bottle of whiskey you'd been nursing had made your tongue loose and your filter non-existent.
You were perched on the edge of the rickety bed while he leaned against the wall, cleaning his rifle with the methodical focus of a saint polishing a relic. The only light was a single naked bulb, casting a jaundiced glow and carving his face into a landscape of harsh shadows.
The conversation had been about nothing. Mission fatigue, the shitty food, the way the rain sounded like nails on the tin roof. Then, you'd made a joke. A stupid, clumsy joke about a fellow soldier who couldn't keep it in his pants.
"Man's a walking liability," you slurred, a little too loudly. "Thinks with his dick, gets himself into all kinds of trouble."
Simon just grunted, his eyes never leaving the barrel of his gun. But you, feeling the warm, reckless burn of the whiskey, pushed on.
"At least he's getting some, I guess. Not like some of us are dying over here."
That got his attention. His head lifted, his dark eyes pinning you in place. "That what's on your mind, Sergeant? Dying for a shag?"
The way he said it, so casual, so dismissive, should have made you shut your mouth. Instead, it acted like gasoline on a fire. "Maybe," you retorted, trying for bravado and landing somewhere in the vicinity of pathetic. "What's it to you, anyway?"
He set the rifle down with deliberate slowness, the clatter of metal on wood sounding like a gunshot in the small room. He pushed off the wall and crossed the space in two long strides. He was a tower of muscle and barely contained violence, and you were suddenly aware of how small the bed was and how close he was.
"You sound like a bloody teenager," he rumbled, his voice low and dark. "It's just a fuck. It's not a holy grail."
And that's when it happened. The words tumbled out, a drunken, shameful confession that you couldn't claw back even if you tried. "Well, maybe I wouldn't know, would I?"
The air in the room changed, going from thick with tension to frozen solid. Simon stared at you, his expression unreadable, but you saw the flicker of surprise, the slow-dawning realization, and the subtle shift in his posture.
"Say that again," he commanded, his voice quiet, cutting through the whiskey haze.
You shook your head, a wave of intense heat rushing to your face, your stomach twisting with a mortification so acute you thought you might be sick. "Forget it," you mumbled, trying to look anywhere but at him.
He crouched down in front of you, bringing his face level with yours. His gloved hand reached out, tipping your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those eyes were searching, dissecting you.
"You're a virgin." It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact, delivered with a kind of breathless awe that was somehow worse than mockery.
"Shut up," you hissed, trying to jerk your head away, but his grip was firm. The shame was a living thing inside you, clawing at your throat. You felt exposed and raw, like he'd peeled back your skin and found something soft underneath.
He let go of your chin, but he didn't move away. He just stared, his mind clearly working behind those dark eyes. You expected him to laugh, to call you a kid, or to tell you to get the fuck over it. Instead, he said something that shattered you completely.
"You want me to fuck you."
It wasn't a question either. It was the most terrifying, exhilarating statement you'd ever heard. Your denial was automatic, a knee-jerk reaction to the unbearable vulnerability. "No! I didn't say that. I just..." You trailed off, because what could you say? You did. You wanted it so badly it hurt. You wanted him. The terrifying, scarred, lethal man who now knew your most private secret.
His lips quirked into a ghost of a smile. It wasn't mocking; it was hungry. "You're a shit liar," he murmured. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that made your skin pebble. "Is that why you've been lookin' at me like a lost puppy? Hoping I'd bend you over and show you the ropes?"
The crude, direct language sent a jolt straight to your core. You squeezed your thighs together, a pathetic attempt to relieve the sudden, throbbing ache. "Fuck you, Simon," you whispered, but it sounded weak and breathless.
"That's the idea, sweetheart."
So it had started as a joke, a stupid, whiskey-fueled slip-up that you'd both tried to bury under layers of snark and forced professionalism. For a few days, it was like a bizarre, unspoken truce. He didn't mention it, and you tried to pretend you hadn't basically offered up your virginity on a silver platter. You trained harder, kept your head down, and avoided his eyes like they were the abyss.
But the world had shifted on its axis, and you couldn't unsee it.
You started noticing things. The way his t-shirt stretched across his chest when he reached for a high shelf, the fabric straining over the solid muscle of his shoulders. The way his tactical gloves creaked when he balled his fists. The scent of him that seemed to linger in the air long after he'd left a room.
His eyes were the worst. Before, his stares had been assessing and analytical. Now, they were heavy, weighted with a new kind of intent. You'd feel them on you during a briefing, a heated, lingering sweep from your boots to your face that made your breath catch and your cunt throb. He was looking at you like he was picturing you naked, and the constant, low-level humiliation of your secret acted as a toxic aphrodisiac.
He was harder on you, too. His critiques in the field were more cutting, his expectations higher. He'd push you during PT until your lungs burned and your muscles screamed, his voice a low, relentless bark in your ear. "Again, Sergeant. Is that all you've got?" It felt like a punishment, or maybe a test, and every time you pushed through it, you felt a flicker of pride, followed by the hot rush of imagining what he'd do to you if you really impressed him.
The tension coiled tighter and tighter, a wire vibrating at a frequency only you and he could feel. It was only a matter of time before it snapped.
It was a normal enough afternoon. The whole team was sprawled in the common room, the low hum of the TV and Price's cigar smoke filling the space. Johnny was recounting some wild story about a bar fight in Prague, his voice boisterous and animated. You were trying to laugh, trying to be normal, but all you could feel was Simon's presence on the other side of the room. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a beer bottle in his hand. He wasn't looking at you, he was looking at Johnny, but you could feel his attention like a physical touch.
Then Johnny, the glorious, oblivious bastard, said something that twisted the knife.
"Aye, but you know what it's like, Si," he said, grinning. "Sometimes you just gotta get in there, get the job done, no matter how tight the fit is. Am I right?"
A beat of silence. Your heart stopped. Simon's eyes, slow and deliberate, slid from Johnny to you. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Yeah, Johnny," he said, his voice a low, gravelly drawl that seemed to be directed only at you. "Sometimes you just have to be patient. Make sure they're ready before you... make your move."
Johnny laughed, clapping Gaz on the back. "See? The man's a poet."
But you weren't hearing it. Your blood was roaring in your ears. He was going to tell them. The paranoia, the toxic cocktail of shame and fear, exploded in your chest. He was going to expose you, right here, in front of everyone. He'd tell them you were some pathetic virgin who'd begged for it, and they'd all laugh, and you'd have to leave the task force.
Your chair scraped against the floor as you stood up, your movements sharp and jerky. "I need some air," you mumbled, not meeting anyone's eyes.
You didn't make it two steps before Simon's voice stopped you. "Sergeant. A word."
Your stomach dropped. You turned to see him pushing off the wall, his expression unreadable. He mystic jerked his head towards the hallway. "Now."
The others were already back to their conversation, but you felt their curious glances as you followed him out of the room and down the hall, your boots feeling heavier with every step. He pushed open the door to his quarters and you followed him inside, the door clicking shut behind you with a terrifying finality.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" you hissed, the words tearing out of you the second the door was closed. "Are you going to tell them? Just get it over with and humiliate me, you bastard!"
He turned to face you, his eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. "Tell them? What the hell are you on about?"
"Don't play dumb!" you shot back, your voice cracking. "You're going to tell them I'm a... that I'm... that I don't know what the fuck I'm doing!"
His face softened just a fraction. The anger bled out of him, replaced by something that looked uncomfortably like pity. "Jesus," he muttered, running a hand over his masked face. "I'm not going to tell them anything. That's your business, not mine."
"Then why are you looking at me like that?" you demanded, your breath catching in your throat. "Why are you always fucking looking at me?"
"Because you're driving me fucking insane," he ground out, taking a step towards you. "I'm trying to give you space, trying to be a fuckin' gentleman, and you're over here thinking I'm about to announce your sexual history to the whole squad?"
The sheer absurdity of it, the relief mixed with the lingering fear, was too much. The words you'd been holding back for weeks finally burst free. "Just fuck me and get it over with!" you blurted out, the words sounding pathetic even to your own ears. "Just do it so I can stop thinking about it!"
He stared at you, his chest rising and falling with a deep, controlled breath. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Then he spoke, his voice quiet, cold, and utterly commanding.
"No."
Your heart plummeted. "What?"
"I said no." He took another step closer, crowding you, his presence overwhelming.
You stammered, your brain short-circuiting. "I-I don't understand. You... you want to, don't you?"
His eyes flashed, a dark fire igniting in their depths. "Wanting to and fucking you are two different things, Sergeant. I'm not going to take your virginity because you're having a fuckin' panic attack. You'll wait."
"Wait?"
"You'll wait until you're sure. Until you can ask me properly." His gaze dropped to your mouth, then back up, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "And you'll ask me in my bed, after everyone's asleep. Then, and only then, I'll consider it."
The shift in power was dizzying. He wasn't rejecting you; he was setting the terms. And God help you, you wanted to agree to every single one.
"Okay," you whispered, your voice trembling.
He tilted his head, a gesture of both command and curiosity. "Okay, what?" His gaze was piercing, demanding.
You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. The old shame was there, but it was being drowned out by a new, more powerful feeling: a desperate, clawing need to please him. You sank to your knees on the cold, hard floor of his room, the movement feeling both shameful and right. You looked up at him, your heart pounding against your ribs.
"Please, Simon," you whispered, the words barely audible. "Please... fuck me."
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, visible even around the mask. He reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin with a surprising tenderness.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Now get up and go back to the others. Act normal. I'll see you later."
You didn't remember much of the rest of the evening. You sat through the briefing, you ate dinner, you even managed a few stilted laughs at Johnny's jokes. But all of it was a blur, the background noise to the roaring in your head. You were going to Simon's room tonight. The thought was a live wire in your stomach, sparking terror and anticipation in equal measure.
Hours later, the base was quiet. The hallway was deserted, the only light coming from the red glow of the emergency exit signs. You moved like a ghost, your bare feet silent on the linoleum as you made your way to his door. You didn't knock. You just turned the handle and slipped inside.
He was waiting for you. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his mask illuminated by the single lamp on his bedside table. He'd taken off his tac vest, leaving him in just a tight-fitting black t-shirt and his cargo pants. He looked human, and terrifyingly sexy.
"Lock the door," he said, his voice soft but firm.
You did, the click of the lock sounding like a gunshot. You turned back to him, your body thrumming with nervous energy. And then you noticed the room. It was different. The usually stark, military-neat space was softened. The bed had clean, crisp sheets on it. And there were candles, a few simple tea lights flickering on the windowsill and the dresser, casting a warm, gentle glow over the room.
"You... lit candles," you said, your voice small.
"I wanted you to be comfortable," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He patted the space on the bed next to him. "Come here."
You went, your legs feeling unsteady. You sat down, a careful distance between you, your hands twisting in your lap. He didn't rush you. He just watched you, his dark eyes patient.
"You don't have to do this," he said quietly. "If you've changed your mind"
"I haven't," you said, a little too quickly. "I want this. I want... you."
He nodded slowly. "Good." He reached out and took one of your restless hands, his grip warm and steady. "We'll go slow. We'll go as slow as you need. And you tell me to stop if you want to stop. Understand?"
You nodded, your throat tight. "I understand."
He leaned in, and for the first time, you thought he was going to kiss you. But he just pressed his forehead against yours, a gesture so unexpectedly tender it made your eyes sting. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin.
"Relax," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."
Then he did kiss you. It was nothing like you'd imagined. It was slow, soft, exploring. His lips were warm and firm against yours, and the fact that you could feel them, that the mask didn't cover them, made it incredibly intimate. You gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping out to taste you. He tasted like mint and the faint, bitter hint of coffee, and it was the most intoxicating thing you'd ever experienced.
You kissed him back with a clumsy, desperate enthusiasm, your hands coming up to clutch at his t-shirt. He let you, his own hands moving to your waist, guiding you. He pulled you closer, until you were half in his lap, and you could feel the solid, hard plane of his chest against yours.
"Simon," you breathed against his lips, his name a prayer on your tongue.
"Shhh," he soothed, his hands sliding under your shirt. His fingers were calloused, rough against the soft skin of your back, and you shivered at the sensation. "Just feel."
He kissed his way down your jaw, to your neck, his lips and tongue tracing a path that made you arch into him. He pulled your shirt over your head, his eyes drinking in the sight of you in your simple cotton bra. He reached around and unhooked it with practiced ease, letting it fall away.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned, his hands coming up to cover your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. The praise, so sincere, so raw, sent a bolt of heat straight to you. You'd been so focused on your own inexperience, you hadn't considered that he might actually want this, want you, with the same desperate hunger.
He laid you back on the bed, his body hovering over yours, and continued his exploration. He kissed every inch of your exposed skin, his touch reverent. He was taking his time, so much time, working you up with a maddening slowness that had you writhing beneath him.
He started kissing your tits, his mouth hot and wet as he closed his lips around one nipple, flicking it with his tongue. The sensation was electric. And in your head, the old, ugly thought surfaced: He's done this a hundred times. He knows exactly what he's doing, and you're just another body in his bed. The thought made you squirm, a mix of jealousy and insecurity twisting your gut.
He must have felt the change in you, because he pulled back, his eyes searching your face. "What is it?" he asked. "Talk to me."
"I just..." you couldn't say it. It was too embarrassing. But he just waited, his gaze patient and unwavering. "I just... I know you've done this before. With people who know what they're doing."
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I have," he said, his voice a low, dark rumble. "And do you know what I've learned?" He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "I've learned that nothing is hotter than watching someone fall apart for the first time. I've learned that I fucking love being the one to make it happen."
He moved down your body, his hands hooking into the waistband of your pants. "I'm going to eat your pussy now," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And you're going to let me hear every single sound you make. No holding back. Understand?"
You nodded, your breath coming in short, shallow pants. He pulled your pants and underwear down in one go, leaving you completely bare to him. He settled between your thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them apart. He looked up at you, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly lowered his head.
The first touch of his tongue on your cunt was like a lightning strike. You cried out, your hands flying to his hair, your back arching off the bed. He groaned against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.
"Fuck, you're wet," he rasped, his tongue lapping at you with long, slow strokes. "So fuckin' wet for me."
He ate you out with a devastating skill, his tongue finding your clit with unerring accuracy, circling and sucking until you were a whimpering, moaning mess. You could feel his spit mixing with your own slickness, the obscene, wet sounds filling the room.
While he worked, his hands found yours, his fingers lacing through yours, pinning them to the mattress on either side of your hips. It was an anchor, a connection in the midst of the overwhelming pleasure. He held your gaze, letting you watch him, his eyes dark with lust as he showed you exactly what his tongue was doing to your swollen, aching clit.
"Tell me how it feels," he commanded, his voice muffled against your flesh. "Talk to me."
"It feels... so good," you gasped, your nails digging into the backs of his hands. "Your tongue... fuck, Simon, don't stop."
His grip on your hands tightened, a silent acknowledgment of your plea. Your pussy was burning, a deep, throbbing ache that demanded more. You felt a fullness in your belly, a tightening coil of pleasure that was wound so tight it was almost painful.
He slid a finger inside you, then another, curling them just right. The stretch was intense, a dull burn that quickly melted into pleasure. He was watching your face, reading your every reaction, ensuring you were with him every step of the way.
"You're taking my fingers so well," he praised, his voice thick with arousal. "Look at that. So fuckin' tight." He pumped his fingers in and out of his mouth, his tongue still working your clit.
The dirty talk, the sight of him between your legs, the feel of his fingers and tongue, it was too much. The coil in your belly snapped, and your orgasm crashed over you in a blinding wave. You came with a loud, broken moan, your thighs clamping around his head as he worked you through it, drawing out every last shatter of pleasure.
He finally released you, crawling back up your body and kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You could feel his erection, a hard thick line pressing against your thigh, and you were suddenly desperate to feel it, to feel Ghost.
You reached down, your hand palming his cock through his pants. He hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily. You wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made you feel. You wanted to show him how desperate you really were.
You pushed at his shoulders, surprising him. He let you roll him over, until you were straddling his thighs. You quickly undid his belt and fly, freeing his cock. It was even more intimidating up close, long, thick, and flushed dark red at the tip. A bead of pre glistened there, and you leaned down, licking it off on a whim.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.
You looked up at him, your eyes wide. "Show me," you whispered. "Show me how you like it."
His eyes snapped open, dark with lust. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip. "Like this," he said, his voice strained. "Spit on it."
You did, your saliva glistening on the head. He used it as lube, his fist moving in a smooth, steady rhythm. You watched, utterly mesmerized, as he pleasured himself.
"Your turn," he grunted.
You replaced his hand with yours, your grip tentative at first. You mimicked his movements, and he let out a low, encouraging sound. "Yeah, just like that, love. Tighter. Squeeze the head when you get to the top."
You followed his instructions, your confidence growing with every groan you elicited from him. He was leaking steadily now, his pre-cum making your hand slick.
You leaned down and flicked your tongue over the head again, tasting the bitter saltiness of him. He twitched in your hand, a guttural sound escaping his lips. Emboldened, you took him into your mouth, just the tip at first, swirling your tongue around him. The taste, the feel of him on your tongue, the power of having this strong, dangerous man at your mercy, it was intoxicating.
"Jesus, fuck," he gasped, his hand flying to your hair, not to guide you, but just to hold on. "You're gonna make me come, you little minx."
You smiled around his cock, a surge of feminine pride washing over you. You cupped his balls, rolling them gently in your hand, marveling at the weight of them. You even ran your fingers through the coarse, dark hair at the base of his cock, finding the fact that he was unshaven, so naturally and undeniably male, incredibly hot.
"Christ, stop looking at me like that," he groaned. "You're gonna make me blow my load before I even get inside you."
You pulled off him with a wet pop, grinning. "Sorry."
"You're not," he said, sitting up and kissing you hard. He flipped you over again, pinning you beneath him.
He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom and ripping it open. He rolled it on with practiced efficiency, his eyes never leaving yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against you.
"Last chance," he said, his voice serious. "Tell me to stop."
"Don't you dare," you breathed, your legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer.
He pushed forward, slowly, so slowly, the stretch immense. You gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders. It burned, but it was a good burn, a sign of the connection you were making. He paused, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours.
"You're doin' so good," he murmured, his voice strained. "So fuckin' good. Just breathe."
You did, and as you did, he slid in deeper, inch by incredible inch, until he was seated fully inside you. The feeling of fullness was absolute, overwhelming. He was so deep, so much a part of you, it brought tears to your eyes.
He kissed them away, his lips gentle. "You okay?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
You nodded, unable to speak. He started to move, his thrusts shallow and slow. He held your hand, his fingers interlaced with yours, anchoring you as he began to fuck you. It was nothing like you'd imagined. It wasn't frantic or rough. It was deep, intimate, and devastatingly slow. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, his lips worshipping your body as his cock worshipped your cunt.
You could tell he was holding back, his body trembling with the effort of not pounding into you. His thrusts were angled perfectly, stimulating a spot inside you that you didn't even know existed. The pressure built again, a slow, rising tide of pleasure that was even more intense than the first.
"That's it," he panted in your ear. "I can feel you gettin' tighter. Are you gonna come on my cock, sweetheart? Gonna come all over me?"
His words, combined with the relentless, perfect pressure, sent you over the edge again. You came with a silent cry, your inner walls clenching around him, your body shaking with the force of it.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his rhythm finally faltering. "I can feel you comin'. So fuckin' hot. So goddamn perfect." He slammed into you once, twice, three more times, and then he was coming with a hoarse shout, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled the condom.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight a welcome, heavy blanket. You lay there, tangled together, your breathing slowly syncing up as you came down from the high. After a long moment, he rolled off you, disposing of the condom before pulling you back into his chest.
You were silent, your mind reeling. You felt different. Changed. The shame, the insecurity, it was all gone, replaced by a deep, bone-deep satisfaction.
Simon pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Stay," he murmured, his voice already heavy with sleep.
You didn't need to be asked twice. You cuddled closer, your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. In the morning, things would be different. But for tonight, in the warm, candlelit glow of his room, you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
The only thing more shocking than the fact that you'd just lost your virginity to Simon 'Ghost' Riley was the realization that you wanted to do it again. And again.
The first few days after were a weird, hazy blur. You moved through your training exercises on autopilot, your body aching in places you didn't know could ache. A deep, pleasant soreness that was a constant, throbbing reminder of the way he'd felt inside you, the way he'd held you, the sounds he'd made. Every time you caught sight of him across the compound, a dark, imposing figure against the grey concrete, a jolt of heat would shoot straight to your core.
You expected things to be awkward. You'd braced yourself for smirks from Johnny or a pointed, knowing look from Gaz. But there was nothing. Simon was the consummate professional on the field, his commands sharp, his demeanor as unreadable as ever. If anything, he was a little more distant, a little more controlled, as if he was holding himself back with a supreme effort. And Johnny just thought you were hungover.
That first night back in the safety of your own room, you'd slid your hand into your panties and touched yourself, trying to replicate the devastating pleasure he'd given you. It was useless. Your own fingers were a poor substitute for the thick, insistent stretch of his cock, the expert roll of his hips. You came, but it was a hollow, fleeting thing, and it only made you miss him more.
It took three days of this simmering tension before you snapped. You were in the gym, pounding away your frustration on the treadmill, when he walked in. He was wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and sweatpants, his hair damp from a shower. He didn't look at you, just gave a curt nod and headed for the weights. But you saw the way his jaw ticked, the way his hands flexed at his sides.
You hit the stop button on the treadmill, the machine's whine cutting through the quiet hum of the room. "My room," you said, your voice sounding more confident than you felt. "Ten minutes."
He didn't even turn around. "I have a briefing."
"You'll be quick," you retorted, a sharp heat rising in your chest. You saw his shoulders shake with a silent, dark laugh before he gave you a single, sharp nod.
You were waiting for him, your heart pounding when your door creaked open. He slipped inside, closing and locking it behind him with the same quiet efficiency he did everything. He didn't say a word. He just crossed the room, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you.
It wasn't sweet or slow this time. It was a kiss born of days of frustrated denial. His tongue was in your mouth immediately, claiming, possessing, and you met him with equal desperation. You clawed at his tank top, pulling it over his head, and he did the same to yours, his hands rough and impatient on your skin.
"Couldn't stop thinking about you," he growled against your lips, backing you towards the bed. "About this tight little body. About how you felt squeezing my cock."
His filthy words sent a rush of wetness between your thighs. You whimpered, your hands scrambling for the button of his pants. He shoved his trousers down, kicking them away, and then he was on you again, his naked, scarred chest pressing you into the mattress. He was already hard, his cock heavy against your stomach.
Si was tearing at your pants, and you lifted your hips to help him, kicking them away along with your panties. He was between your thighs in a second, his cock nudging at your entrance. You felt the tear of a condom packet and you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
"Don't," you said, your voice breathless.
He stilled, his eyes searching yours. "You sure?"
"I'm on the pill," you rushed out. "And I trust you. I just... I need to feel all of you. Please, Simon."
He stared at you for a long, tense moment, something raw and vulnerable flashing in his eyes. Then he crushed his mouth to yours, the condom forgotten. He pushed into you in one long, smooth stroke, and the sensation was overwhelming. No thin barrier, just the hot, silky feel of him, every vein, every ridge. He was so deep, so impossibly deep, you could feel him everywhere.
"Fuck," you gasped, your head falling back. "You feel so good."
He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours, the bed creaking in protest. "You feel like fuckin' heaven," he gritted out, his face buried in your neck. "So wet, so bloody tight for me."
You wanted more. You needed to be in control, to set the pace, to take what you needed. You pushed against his chest, and he let you roll him over with surprising ease. You straddled his hips, his cock still buried deep inside you, and braced your hands on his chest.
The sight of him below you was breathtaking. His chest was heaving, his muscles tensed, his eyes fixed on you with a burning intensity. And his mask, it had shifted slightly during the tussle, riding low on his nose, revealing more of his face than you'd ever seen. The sharp cut of his jaw, the curve of his mouth, the scar there. He looked wild, untamed.
You started to move, rising and falling on his cock, setting a rhythm that had you both moaning. His hands found your hips, then slid down to grip your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh as he guided you, helping you take him deeper.
"Simon," you panted, your head lolling back. "I can't... I can't stop thinking about you. You've done this to me. I'm obsessed."
His grip on your ass tightened, his eyes blazing. "Yeah?" he rasped, his voice strained. "Tell me what you're thinking about, sweetheart."
"Thinking about how full you make me," you whimpered, feeling another orgasm coil low in your belly. "How you stretch me so good. Si, please... please don't stop filling me up."
That was what broke him. With a groan, he sat up, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting as he drove up into you, meeting your downward thrusts with powerful, desperate strokes of his own.
His mask was pushed down further, and you turned your head, your lips finding the corner of his mouth, kissing the scarred skin there. "You feel so good, LT," you whispered in his ear. "So fuckin' good inside me."
He came with a roar, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself inside you, the hot, thick flood of his cum triggering your own release. You came with a silent scream, your whole body clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. You collapsed against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, trembling with the aftershocks.
For a long time, neither of you spoke. You just held each other, your breathing slowly returning to normal. He was still inside you, softening but not gone, a warm, comforting presence. He reached up and gently adjusted his mask, pulling it back into place. The intimacy of the gesture, the quiet trust it implied, made your heart ache.
"Now you stay the night," you murmured into his neck, not a question, but a statement.
He didn't answer. He just held you tighter, and that was answer enough. You knew, with a certainty that this was no longer just about getting rid of your virginity. This was something else entirely.
And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you realized you were in way deeper than you'd ever planned to be.
Synopsis: Simon has been watching you for a while. So he waits for you heat to finally make a move.
No use of y/n. No ai used.
Wc: 4.8k
Cw: Non-canon au. Omegaverse. Alpha!Simon. Omega!reader. Kissing. Make outs. Short plot. Fingering. Youâve got a deep dish. Squirting. Pubic hairs. Knotting. Unprotected sex. p in v. Fat dick Simon. Cum eating. Cum play.
Grey dull skies. An enmity of snowy clouds. Barely audible patters of snow smear the concrete. Frost fragments fracturing the roads. Small cracks. An icy cast. Slippery. Polished by the freezing air, reflecting a cold blue-grey.
The town is quiet. People retiring to their homes. A combination of flats and houses. Bricked. Semidetached. All lifeless and ashen now painted in snow.
Itâs December. The coldâs really taking root. Youâre in a small cabin just a few yards away from the main road. Dark wood, white stained trees looming around, making it seem like you're buried deep into a forest. Luckily, you live close by to the nearest town centre. English weather was never really nice.
Youâre in your kitchen. Pastel yellow coloured walls, adorned in small beautiful plant paints. Pictures of flowers youâve taken over the years. Paintings youâve bought. Small counter top, bluey-grey marble board at the surface with white coloured sides. Youâre wearing your white turtle neck paired with a long black silken skirt and black Mary Jane flats. All covered by a long black trench coat. The weekâs coming to a close. Youâre running out of ingredients.
Black pen in hand tapping slowly at your bottom lip, a small note in the other.
Meats, vegetables, fruits, water bottles, go to pharmacy.
Youâre missing something. Eyes squinting in annoyance. Brain raking, itâs bothering you. Youâre getting lost in the walls around you, trying to figure out what this thing is. You repeat the list again.
Meats. Vegetables. Fruits. Water bottles. Pharmacy.
Ah.
Suppressants.
You rolled your eyes scoffing at yourself. Youâve been a bit forgetful lately. Waiting until your suppressants are nearly out. Youâre checking your cupboard. One..two pills left you count. You sigh.
âTomorrow.â You say aloud.
Youâre used to this little life youâve created. Weekly shopping, Sunday cleaning. Wake up 5am. Earphones in. Jog, eat, shower, work, repeat.
Like clock work, youâre awake. Still black out. Alarm panging, dead on five. Screeching in your ears.
Youâre laying in your long sleeve bunny pyjamas belly flat on the bed, head turned, pressed into your pillows. Brows screwed, eyes squinting, sleep lines etched on your face. Crust stuck at the corners of your eyes. Your nose crinkling in annoyance. Sniffing. You bring up your right elbow from its disfigured but comfortable position and smack it down on your alarm clock sitting on the bedside table.
Groaning, you rise slowly. Stretching your back, tiptoeing, arms up high now folding behind you. Heading to the bathroom, youâre splashing cold water on your face. A slow deep breath. Arms steady, hands holding either side of the sink. You meet a tired you in the mirror. Opening it, you reach for your scent repellent. Just two sprays. Now youâre ready for your day.
Shutting the front door behind you, earphones in, you stretch a bit. Left arm swinging, right arm under it. You do it the other way. Back bent downwards, legs straightened, arms elongated, touching your toes, the ground almost. With a gradual rise and a long exhale, youâre on your way. Unhurried, lazy runners pace. You maintain that for a lap around your cabin. Then youâre headed to the main road. âNettlesâ by Ethel Cain playing softly in your ears. Low melodious. Pace still measured, arms shifting each step. Youâre a few metres in, flats, houses forming in your peripheral. A corner shop open. Bright. Vivid.
You could use a drink.
You head down further into town, body directed at the shop. Eventually meeting the door of the shop, your body slightly adjusted to the frozen air. A ring of the bell is heard as you enter. The male shop keeper notices you, his face resting in one of his hands, eyes heavy. Sagging. A purple brownish colour engraved below them. His head falling and quickly rising. His eyes lighten fairly upon seeing you. Waving sluggishly at you. You give a soft smile and wave back.
Heading to the drink section, you grab a five hundred millilitre bottle of water from the fridge and walk up to the till. Placing your bottle down on the counter, you pay shortly after.
âHave a nice day.â You say. Short, soft, concise.
âAnd you too.â
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The sun had already risen. A pale whitish sphere, faintly piercing through. 9am, the clock read. You were in your home, had already showered, eaten. Although your fridge was practically begging to be full. Only a couple red peppers remained. âMore shops will probably be open.â You thought.
You were out the cabin, car keys in hand on your way back to the town centre. A small, red Mini Cooper sitting slumped in heavy snow just outside. You open the drivers side, snow falling off that side of the car, and sit down. Plugging your keys into the vehicle, wind shields wiping away at the snow covered front window. You drive steadily into town.
Meats, vegetables, fruits, water bottles, pharmacy â must go!!
A vivid image of the note you made flashed. It repeated in your head, chanting almost.
First stop, the supermarket.
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A cold quiet morning. Harsh crispy air brushing against your cheek. Your eyes crinkle at the feel of it. Youâve parked your car in a nearby parking garage.
Not so often you see the supermarket this silent. Youâre dressed warmly in a loose white shirt underneath a grey jumper. Straight legged dark blue jeans covering your black uggs. All hidden under your black trench coat.
Boots crunching in the snow, youâre walking in. Automatic doors sliding open for you. You grab a basket and begin your search.
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Heavy bags weighing down at your sides. Full of fresh ingredients, meats.
Meats, vegetables, fruits, water bottles, pharmacy.
âAlright.â You whisper, cold air passing through your lips, pleased with your small achievement of the morning.
Second stop, small shop.
You enter the shop, a bell sounding as you do so. Thereâs a few people in the shop. About four if you bothered to look. You pay no mind though. Just solely focused on one task at hand. That task being water bottles. Youâre pacing around the shop, eyes raking up and down the shelves. The bottles. Finally. Placed on the grey marble ground, in front of a transparent fridge directly reflecting the shop door. A free mirror, you think. You crouch down, hands out and ready to grab one pack. For a reason you couldnât explain, your eyes glance up to the fridge, unfocusing, you see a few people walking by, their figure cutting out where the fridge ends. Still looking around, you see the trees, how theyâre no longer green but white. The no longer brown wood, eyes trailing down the trees back to the public. Eyes- you notice deep hazel eyes staring as if staring at your open skeleton itself. Fixed on yours. You let the thought of the transparent fridge fool you into believing no one could see you. A coincidence.
Shrugging, you pick up either end of the pack of water bottles and stand to your full height. Out of curiosity, you eye the see-through shop door.
Khaki coloured eyes. Closer now. Black jacket. Hooded up. A man that seems to be in a balaclava?
Heâs huge, you ponder. Biceps nearly bursted at the sides of his black coat. His lower half is covered by bushes. Your face contorts into a puzzled look. Thereâs no way he saw you. You donât want to believe it. Looking away you head over to the till and pay.
Exiting the shop, hefty bags carrying all your shopping, a litter of bumps gather on your skin. You want to believe itâs from the cold. A low lump sitting at your belly. A warning maybe.
You head over to the last stop on the list. The pharmacy. Suppressants. Your brain reminding you once again.
Itâs a cramped place. Medicine stacked on the dark wooden shelves across the room. Chalky walls. Ashen almost. The lights flicker a bit. Must be old. Thereâs a man at the other side of the till. Got a gloomy look to him. Thin glasses hanging at the top of his bridged nose. Crinkled skin. A small bruise on the side of his cheek. Eyes droopy.
âCan I help you?â You hear his tired voice ask.
You give a small smile.
âIâm here for a replenishment.â You keep your eyes on his, still smiling as you readjust a bag on your arm.
âYour name please.â He responds dryly. Your face falters a bit.
You give him your name. He types away at the old white desktop on his right. He reaches over to a small brown plastic bag and hands it to you.
You hear a smile chime of the pharmacy bell but donât pay too much mind to it. Thereâs heavy thuds behind you. A hefty musky smell, woody almost with a hint of an orange peel. A citrusy smell meant something. A near heat or rut possibly. A familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. Fear? It's only footsteps, probably getting their suppressants. Youâre still focused on the man in front-
âHave I seen you âround here before?â A deep baritone voice sounding behind you. Close to you. You spin around, eyes all wide at the sound of him. The pharmacist immediately drops into a crouched position. He knows that voice. Canât let this customer see him.
âUhâuhâŠâ You stutter. Lip quivering.
You know him. Know exactly who this is. Simon Riley. Or what the town calls him, âGhostâ.
The whole town knows of him. They know to steer clear of him. Never get in his way. Avoid him if you can. Donât let him get you. A menace. Killer. All sorts of nasty comments you havenât heard before. Heâs got a familiar balaclava on. Almost looking like the one you saw earlier. Squinting eyes staring deep into your wide ones. Head tilted slightly, amused by your reaction. You canât tell though.
âCanât talk?â
âUhm noâno. No you uh havenât.â Youâre shaking your head looking everywhere else but at him. Thereâs a thin line of sweat forming at your forehead. You try not to wipe it.
His broad frame, blocking everything in front of you. You finally look up at him, eyes all doey, scared.
âHm.â He grunts, gives you a slow look over. Eyes falling slowly down your frame then back up to your nervous face. Cute.
He turns back around and exits the pharmacy. You heave a sigh of relief. Ghost? Talking to you? You nearly donât believe it. Not until the pharmacist behind you speaks.
âHâhere. Please leave. Quickly.â
Weight bags on either side of you, youâre walking over to your parked car. The cold air, still lingering. Youâre heart patters in your chest. Simon Riley. Absolutely no way.
You make it to your car, fiddling with your bags arms scurrying deep in each one to find the key. You hear it unlock and youâre carefully placing the bags at the back seat, then heading quickly into the front. Door slamming shut. Locked. Both hands on the wheel. Knuckles losing then regaining colour.. Youâre brain still lagging. You look around yourself, assessing the area. You see him. Again. Your breath stutters when you notice him. Heâs staring deep at you. Heâs to your right, body slightly hidden by a tall bush. Youâre tapped in place, body hypnotised, regulating. Registering something deep. Pooling low. A small warmth. Thereâs no way. Your body recognises him as compatible. You have his full attention.
Your breathâs still stuck in your throat.
âSimon.â You breathe out finally. Itâs almost as if he heard you because heâs walking now. Quick measured steps toward you. Youâre shaking. Yet you canât move. Hands still plastered at the wheel. Heâs nearer. Walks over to the passenger's seat window. One two firm taps at the window. Eyes still fixed on him. He never left yours. Your body responds before your mouth can. A needy smell illuminates you. Lemony. Citrusy. Your eyes are fully dilated. The omega in you keening. Inviting. You want him. Your brain hasnât caught up yet. His scent now etched in your body. You didnât even realise he had been warming you up to his smell this whole time.
A whisper of a faint musky orange peel surfaced your brain. It was when the autumn air still lingered. That citrusy smell you couldnât get enough of. Youâd perch over your opened windows, eyes all closed as you relished the smell. He was scenting your home and you didnât know. You recall hearing small cracks of sticks but it couldâve been anything. Except it was Simon.
Your right arm moves to open the passenger door. He opens it and sits his burly body inside your car, shutting the door as he does so.
Youâre still looking at him, mouth parted slightly. You canât understand why your body is reacting this way. Heâs still staring. Eyes heavy, low. You donât know what it is but you start the car, engine roaring quietly. Youâre driving home now. A hidden command from him. Your omega wants him in your space. Wants him to invade your things. Invade you. Is it your heat? Thatâs not until a coupleâ days. You wanted to think weeks. But your body has found a compatible mate. It just so happens to be the worst person you can think of.
You park in your entry, turn off the engine and slowly look to your left. Eyes hazy, breathing hesitant. A whine stopping at your throat. Trapped in your esophagus. He knows you want to. Doesnât need to ask you.
Youâre both stumbling into your cabin, his tongue deep in your mouth. Balaclava bunched on his crooked nose.
Heâs ripping your coat off your body. Biceps contracting. Your black trench falls carelessly on your floors. Green veins running up his large hands holding the back of your neck, your waist. One of his hands drifting down, gripping your arse. Groaning into your mouth. Spit mixed. Your odours intertwine. A ripe lemon and orange peel staining the air.
You're whining. Teeth clashing. Heâs biting at your bottom lip. Strong arms wrapping you. Engulfing your body.
âBeen watching you for weeks.â His voice came out heavy, breathy.
You canât respond with anything other than a mewl. Your hands havenât left the fabric at his chest. Youâre clutching at him. Body all needy. The warmth at your lower belly blooming into a vicious heat. White hot pleasure taking hold of you. Body seizing up. You're stunned. Eyes all wide and wet. Breath coming in fat heaves.
âSiââ You whimper out. Knees bending. Betraying you. Submission. He sees your body submitting to him before you can even voice it. You really want to. Badly.
Beefy arms pull you up and into him. Your legs hanging off his forearm, head lulled out, falling backwards.
He knows where your room is. Knows where everything in your home is. He knows exactly where you keep your suppressants, your diary. Heâs read it all. Youâve never heard anyone enter your home at night. Yet heâs always there. Watching you sleep. He admires how your tits puff out when you breathe in, how you drool a bit. A few snores. Fucking obsessed with your body. The fat of your thighs. His alpha knew you were his.
Youâre trembling, snivelling into his chest. He sets you down on your bedsheets, body going slump. He stands to his full height, pulling down his balaclava back over the rest of his face and just watches. Hidden again.
Heâs slow to take his jacket off. Pulling the zip down in a long stroke. Shoves it off his body.
âI need nghh~â Youâre moaning out, hands attempting to take your top off. Too weak. Thereâs a little drool spilling at the side of your mouth.
He doesnât bother to take the rest of his clothes off. Heâs come too far in this to focus on himself.
âShh.â Your body, listening immediately.
He hauls your top off for you, now left in just a black lace. Sweat glistening on your chest. Beads rolling down.
âFuckinâ âell.â He curses low.
His arms circle your body, taking the lace off. Tits spilling out, the air wafting over your hardened nipples. You sob. Body clutching in on itself. He doesnât let you. His large hand, pushing you down at your shoulder.
âNo movinâ.â A warning.
Your arms are flat on the bed, hands resting above you, fisting the pillow. He removes your lower clothing in one strong pull. Your hips lifting instinctively. Your insatiable need to please your mate.
Panties gone. You're vulnerable before him. Hairs decorated around your wet pussy. Weeping. Leaking. A bead of slick sliding down from your hole onto your arse. Hips twitching.
Your bodyâs flushed, waiting. Heâs being too slow. He has to savour this moment.
âPlease.â You whimper out.
âA talkative bird ainât ya.â He voices, still low toned.
âGotta please this pussy, donât I?â Taunting you. Letting out a low, mocking whistle.
Heâs got his knees pressed into your bed, hands on your inner thighs, pressing into them. Your pussy parting each time. A tear slips out of you. Your headâs thrown back into the pillow. Lips tightly pressed, suppressing the moan trapped at your throat. Eyes shut tight.
He presses in once more, and you canât help the noise that left you. You bring down one of your arms, scratching at his, trying to bring it where you need it most.
âWant me there, hm?
My fingers in your cunt?â
Youâre vigorously nodding. A string of âpleaseâs leaving your wet, kissed stained mouth. He doesnât remove your hand. Doesnât need to. You canât move someone as big as him.
You still canât see his face fully. Only his eyes. But you know heâs smiling at you. You make out a small dent under the balaclava. His alpha pleased at your omega. You want to see more of him. But your heat wonât let you form the sentence.
He doesnât care though. Heâs going to take you.
He brings his rugged thumb, circles it on your throbbing puffy clit.
âAngh!â
Your hips twitch towards him. More beads of slick fall out your drenched pussy. A few more tears rolling down your face. The heat nearly consuming you.
His thumb moving slowly up and down your clit, inching towards your gaping hole. Your hips follow on instinct. Rolling with his hand.
âFuck sakes.â Youâre a sight. His tip leaking heavy drops of pre.
His thumb finds your soaked hole, another bead leaking out coating it. He pushes in slow and deep. Long thick thumb stretching you out.
You scream. Back bowing. Toes curled into the sheets, fingers still scratching at his arms. Your head is lulled to the side, the whites of your eyes on display.
Heâs thumbing your hole. Quick deep strokes of his thumb.
Squelch squelch.
âSheâs a loud twat, ainât she?â Voice rugged.
Youâre moaning loud, your heat making it feel way better than itâs supposed to.
Fuck youâre close. Body heating up even more, twitching, writhing. Leaving moon shaped dents on his forearms.
âYou markinâ me already?â Heâs cackling low.
âNgh câclose!â
âI know.â You pussy throbs.
His voice has such an intense effect on you. Heâs been scenting your clothes so you get used to his smell. Needs your body reacting before you do.
OneâŠtwo..three pumps of his thumb and your convulsing. Body quaking. Mouth hung open in a beautiful âoâ shape, brows squinted. You silently cry out letting your orgasm wash over you. Long waves of heat spread over your body.
âNeed you.â Voice all gone, yet you managed to whisper out.
âYouâll have me.â
He slowly pulls his thumb out and stares at it in awe, glistening in your cum. Youâve marked him as yours, now he has to return the favour.
Not giving you any time to recover, he plunges two thick long fingers deep into your pussy. You let out a shocked scream. Hips jerking at the sudden stretch. He leans his body into yours as he pushes his fingers as far as they could go. Heâs close to you now. Face just a few inches from yours. You're breathing out hefty breaths, fanning his hidden face. Eyes fully dilated.
âGot a deeep cunt on ya.â He praises. You moan in response. Your arms feel heavy, your trembling fingers attempting to hook the edges of his balaclava and pull down. It comes off revealing messy blonde locks. The two of you reach forward, lips meeting in a sloppy kiss. Mouths open, breathing heavy. Tongues rolling against each other. Heâs pistoning his fingers fast. Quick deep strokes making it hard for you to kiss him back. Itâs too messy.
Heâs grunting into you, youâre whining into him. One hand gripping the hairs at his nape. The other gripping the hairs at the middle of his head. You're rolling your hips into his hand. His thumb bumping your clit every stroke. Heâs fucking at your g spot, fingers curling, scissoring your pussy. You break the kiss with a loud moan.
âCâcanât take it! Simonââ
âYou will. Didnât wait this long for you to tap out.â He sounds so rough.
âAnhh! Hngh.â
Another few scissors of your pussy and youâre sooo close again. Youâre whinging, body twisting, turning away. You want to run. Want to scream at him. Fight him.
Youâre smacking at his chest, heâs still too close watching your face so intently. He needs to see what makes it contort. He likes that you fight back. Makes him harder. Heâs straining at his boxers. Cock twitching, itching to be inside your needy cunt. He knows you need his knot.
You're slapping his shoulders, hands balled up in fists, punching at him. He curls his fingers just right and youâre screaming. White blinding pleasure. Youâre clutching at him now. Heâs fucking his fingers at that exact spot. Engrossed in the way your brows contorted, the way your cheeks deepen in colour. How your wet lashes stick to the top of your cheeks.
âFâfuck fhuck!â Your orgasm, ripping through you.
Your arse pressed deep into the sheets, back arched, pussy gushing out ruining his hand. Arms flailing.
Squelch
His hand sliding out slowly from your bruised pussy. Admiring your work on his fingers. Shining wet. He sees your pussy lips flutter in the corner of his eyes.
âYouâre something else.â
He brings his stained fingers to his mouth, sucking them deep, relishing the taste. Groaning deep. Eyes fluttering shut.
âKnot. Yâyour knot please.â You cry out. Head still planted to the side. Arms wobbly, you reach out to his dark grey joggers. Fingers tugging at the top of it. His happy trail peeking out. He helps his dick out of his joggers, his boxers next, not taking them off fully. Itâs so big. Thick veins running up a few sides, dark red at the tip. Angry. Purple almost. So girthy. Leaking so much pre. Heâs so wet for you.
Your omega hungry at the sight. The orangey peel stench, very prominent now.
âGonna fuck you now. Knot you.â
âPlease.â
He lines his fat cock at the opening of your cunt. Rubs it slowly up and down your clit. Youâre hips jutting, bucking away from him.
The tip pops into you in a slow, deep stroke. He stalls for a moment. Hot pulsing pussy pulling him in.
âFuckââ
He pushes further in. Still slow. You feel every vein on his cock, every curve. Every inch, stretching your walls out. Your mouth, watering at the fullness.
You push at his lower hard stomach, a few hairs tickling your fingers. Heâs fucking huge. You canât take it all at once. Youâre weeping, tears spilling at the sides of your face, tits puffed out.
âMâgonna make you take it bunny.â
He hikes your thighs on top of his, pushes himself further into you, digging your knees into your chest. He sinks in another few inches. Your squinted eyes peer down at where youâre both connected, thereâs still so much more. Your head falls back as you sniffle, a tiny noise leaving your lips.
He pulls his hips back all of a sudden, you gasp at the loss. Your head comes up quickly. Watching.
âNoo. Simon, fuckââ
Slamming his cock deep, hips grinding into yours. A bulge forming at your lower belly. Your head collapsing back onto the pillow, brain fogged. Your eyes forced back, body quivering. Quick heaves of your chest, your mouth left hung open, more drool spilling out.
Plap plap
Heâs fucking you so deep. Big burly body rocking into you, your pussy sucking him in so tight. So wet. So hot. The roomâs filled with the mix of your bodies, your sweat, the smell of your pheromones. Blooming. Inviting him even more. He takes it.
Cock, pistoning so good. Fucking at your spots. You're wailing against him, scratching at his chest, his hard rigid stomach, his neck. Leaving red crescent marks all over.
âAnngh!â
âSuch a good bird huh? Taking a stranger's cock so well.â
âYâyeah nghh ahh.â
Heâs grinning at you, a few teeth on display.
Youâre gone. So far gone. You're grinding your hips into his, grabbing behind him, his back, pulling him into you. He slows. Deep long strokes now. You canât do anything but feel it. The dent of your stomach, more evident at every rock of his body into yours. Simon places one of his hands on the bulge. Pressing. Pushing it.
You scream, your juices squirting out of your uncontrollably. Youâre shaking so much. Crying. Head stretched back, you're pushing at the bed, jolting away from him.
âThereeeeâs a girl. Thaaâs it bunny, squirt all on me.â
Heâs still fucking you slow and deep, riding you through it. The bed, soaked in your cum, your sweat.
âKnot! Knot me please.â You beg. Voice strained, gone from pleasure.
His arms come to the neck of his shirt. Heâs taking his shirt off now.
His broad hairy chest on show. Ample. Decorated in various tattoos. Youâre in awe of his body.
A few wet hairs stick to the top of his forehead, cheeks dusted pink. Eyes heavy, low. Heâs ogling at your scent gland, right by the curve of your neck and shoulder.
âMâgonna mark you.â His eyes gestured at the gland. You can barely hear him through your heat.
He moves both of your legs on his shoulders, pushes closer to you. Breaths mingling. He pulls his cock out to the knob, then rams into you. Quicker, harder than before.
âOuuh fuck.â
Chasing his own high now, on the brink of release. Cock brushing at your cervix on every thrust. Did he get bigger? Your eyes widening at the thought. Thereâs a swollen feeling at the bottom of hisâ knot.
âWant my thrust knot yeah? Tell me bunny. Thrust. Tell me how bad you wanâ it.â His voice, straining. Low, deep. Grunting.
âI wanâ it. Want it so bad. Please. Please. Pleaseââ
He angles his face at your neck, his mouth a breath away from your gland. One hard heavy thrust into your pussy heâs finally cumming. He bites down hard. Your gland, blooming. Blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes rolling back. You shriek at the feel. Your breath comes in short, rapid pants. Eyes shutting tight. More tears spilling. It hurts so good. Burning sensation washing over you. White hot. Scorching.
White blotchy spurts of his cum flooding you deep. Throaty groans leaving his mouth. You're soaking, drinking it up. Thereâs so much cum, itâs spilling out. Dropping on the sheets. His body nearly collapsed on yours. Your body canât take the weight on you. Heâs so heavy. Your omega yearns for it, wants the weight on you.
His knot, plugging your cunt, trapping you together. You sigh in pleasure. Satisfaction. Content. You still feel a twitch of his cock, small spurts shooting into you.
A few beats pass, his knot finally deflating. Cock only half hard now. Heâs pulling out of you slowly. Beads of his cum following suit. It catches on his tip.
His breathing ragged as he brought his face down to your bruised pussy. It throbs under his burning stare. His mouth inches closer. Wetting his bottom lips, he lunges into you. Sucking, circling, licking at your pussy.
Youâre whining, mewling, bucking your hips away from him. Heâs quicker. Pining your hips down with two large hands. Heâs eating his cum out your pussy.
âTâtoo much!â
âMmh.â Groaning, voice vibrating through your over sensitive pussy.
He brings one of his hands, two fingers plugging it back in. Deep. Fucking his cum back in. Youâre on the cusp again. Hips hiking up. Back arched in a beautiful bow.
His tongue curling, circling on your clit. Youâre seeing stars, everythingâs all blurry. Youâre cumming again.
âSimon!â
His fingers slow. Just strong unhurried thrusts. Youâre coming down. Breath haggard. Eyes blown.
âCanât leave me now.â He tells you, voice quiet.
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ăĄăąăâ been in a deep depression + âwas missinâ my number one, my man, my lover, my only in another lifetime. this was inspired by a lilâ tik tok made by @scrumptious_chowderâi canât seem to find the specific link for the video i saw, i think she mightâve deleted it? but if you see this, babe. this oneâs for you. love your content + all the nasty thoughts in your head. @chrollohearttags ? love you baby. teehee. enjoy.
IT WAS ONE OF THOSE DAYS.
One where talking your husband off the verge of a crash out wasnât enoughâbut fucking it out of him made it all complete. Sweeter, somehow.
The evening sun spills honey gold through lace trimmed windows, casting delicate shadows across the yellow bricked backsplash of your kitchenâyour sanctuary.
The air smells like yeast and the faint citrus of lemons piled in your farmhouse sinkânatural light streaming in soft, golden pools across the Tuscany checkered floors. Your fingers, dusted with flour, press into the supple dough, kneading with practiced rhythm, the marquise cut pale gold band on your left hand catching the warmth with every movement. French tips glint against the raw, pillowy mass, your wedding ring a quiet testament to the life youâve built hereâfar from the noise of New Orleans, in a house he built for you with his own calloused hands. Â
The vintage radio hums low, crackling with updates between New Orleans and Mississippi, the announcerâs voice a distant murmur beneath the rustle of your Persian kittenâYumiâsâfur as she nudges the radio with her tiny, impatient head. You glance up, dark lashes fluttering, and reach over to twist the volume knob down.Â
âToo loud, baby?â
Yumi answers by leaping gracefully onto the vintage dining table behind you, stretching her fluffy body into a perfect arch before collapsing into a loaf, her purrs filling the quiet kitchen like a melody. Â
ââŠI guess so,â you hum softly.
Your kitchen was made with more love than his proposal, more intention than the ring itself. The single bowl sink overflows with lemons, limes, and a single stray peach, their vibrant colors bleeding into the muted tones of your oasis. Â
The curtains flutter, carrying the scent of distant rain and turning earthâhis scent, soon. The house breathes around you, every nail driven by his hands, every brick laid with the weight of his promise.Â
âAinât gonna let nothinâ touch you âcept me.âÂ
You and Yumi share the same untamed spiritâboth of you all flickering tails and sharp, watchful eyes. Â
Your face, sultry as a fox, intense as a panther mid hunt, holds the kind of beauty that makes men pray before they dare to speak to you. Slender eyes, naturally dark waterline like you were born with kohl rimming them, framed by full, wispy lashes that give you an air of mischiefâalmost wicked, even when your soul is nothing but sugar. Deep pink lips, their edges kissed by a natural brown halo, part just slightly as you exhale, your large, arched brows lifting in amusement at your feline counterpart. Â
That wild mane of yoursâdeep copper melting into cinnamon, black balayage curling like tendrils of smokeâis tossed messily over your head, a single stubborn curl swaying against your forehead. A constellation of dark freckles dusts the bridge of your wide nose, the warmth of your ochre complexion glowing beneath the golden kitchen light.Â
âYouâll look no different in pregnancy," his voice rumbles in your mind, "Glowinâ. Red. Fuckinâ perfect.â
You narrow those eyes at Yumi, who chirps at you like sheâs got a whole argument prepared. Â
âDaddyâll be home soon," you murmur, thumb stroking the edge of your sourdough loaf before setting it aside to riseâââŠYou think heâll like dinner?"Â
The scent of New Orleans hangs heavy in the airâshrimp and andouille sizzling in a spiced roux, red beans simmering with a bay leaf tucked between them, and buttery cornbread waiting to be pulled from the oven. His favorites. The kind of meal thatâll soothe every ache in his body, warm.Â
Yumi answers by rolling dramatically onto her back, paws curled, tail flicking. Â
âYeahâyouâre no help."
The soft hum of the radio wraps around you as you lose yourself in the rhythm of cooking again, fingers dancing over ingredients with practiced ease. The music plays just a hair louder nowâenough for Yumi to shoot you a withering glare from her perch, her tail flicking in disapproval. You ignore her with a little smile, your voice a gentle murmur as you hum along to the tune, the melody curling around the warm, spice laced air. Â
Thenâthe growl.Â
The deep, guttural rumble of his pickup truck tearing through the gravel drive is a warning, a proclamationâheâs home. Your spine straightens before you even realize it, ears attuned to the familiar sequence of his arrivalâthe creak of the screen door, the slam, the heavy thud of boots being kicked off near the welcome mat. Â
Except todayâsilence.Â
No boots. No pause. Just the hurried, uneven thud of his footsteps, heavier than usual, more urgent. A shiver races down your spine, instinct flaring before you can even turnâ Â
And then him.
Big. Encompassing. Swallowing you whole. Â
His heat presses into your back, rough hands gripping your hips like heâs afraid youâll vanish. You donât need to look up to know his expressionâyou feel it. The tension coiled in his muscles, impatient huffs against the curve of your throat. Â
âYou scared me,â you whisper, voice trembling just slightly as your fingers lift, clawing back into the wild strands of his hairâmidnight black, nearly blue in the dim light. Itâs longer now, unruly, a messy tangle between a wolf cut and a short mullet, the front nearly falling into his eyes. Your nails scratch lightly at his scalp, and he exhales sharply through his nose, his apology a low, graveled grunt against your skin. Â
ââCouldnât get to you fast enough."Â
You know him. Â
His anger, his irritation, the frustration clings to him like a second skin. It seeps into you like ink in water, dark and suffocating, a storm barely contained beneath the surface. Your body responds before your mind can catch upâarching back into him, your pulse fluttering beneath his touch.Â
Thatâs when your hands shift, turning you just enough in his grasp to catch his gazeâand the moment you do, the world narrows. Â
Those eyes.Â
Deep gray, like storm clouds rolling in over the pasture, narrowed and restless beneath the weight of his scowl. His browsâthick, dark, almost severeâare knit together, tension carved into the space between them. At thirty two years old to your twenty nine? The years have only sharpened him, etching his features with an intensity that makes your breath catch. A full blooded Japanese man raised in the heart of the South, heâs a walking contradictionâheritage and home clashing in the best ways. Â
And today, every inch of him shows it. Â
Dust clings to him like a second skin, ground into the fabric of his filthy wifebeater, streaked across the navy and black flannel rolled up to his forearms. His tattoosâa sprawling canvas of ink swallowing his egregiously broad frameâpeek out from beneath the dirt, the edges of them smudged with the dayâs labor. Â
Head ranchmen. Raising livestock. Wrestling miles of fencing. Hauling hay, operating machinery, fighting with the land and the heat and the men under him who canât keep upâitâs all written across the stars. His muscles are still coiled tight, his jaw working as if the frustration hasnât fully left his bones. Â
And yet, god, heâs yours. Â
The scent of himâsweat, leather, and something wild washes over you, a pheromone laden reminder of exactly who you belong to. Â
You reach up, thumb smoothing gently between his furrowed brows. Â
âYou okay?â
He exhales sharply, "Mâalright. Always doinâ this, woman. Thinkinâ Iâm about to cry."
A laugh bubbles in your chest, but you press closer instead, fingers trailing down to cup his jaw. Â
âMy soulâs with yours," you remind him, tilting your chin up despite the height differenceââI know when youâre sick before you doâ"Â
He grunts at that, but thereâs no real irritation behind it. Instead, he ducks his head, nudging his nose against yours in a rare moment of tenderness, the gesture contradicting every rough edge he wears so well. Â
Tojiâs head dips low, those storm gray eyes scanning you with the kind of focus that makes your pulse flutter. Â
You stand there in white fuzzy socks, swallowed whole by the oversized replica of his flannelâthe deep blue of it sharp against your caramel skin, sleeves slipping past your wrists, the hem hanging dangerously high on your thighs. Â
And as your husband, he knows whatâs beneath.Â
The way your waist cinches in like a damn hourglass, unnaturally narrow compared to the flare of your hipsâso wide, so heavy it looks like youâve carried a child before. The ass that fills his palms perfectly, fat, jiggling with every step. And those titsâfull, heavy, sitting high like they belong on a sultry pin up poster. His nameâFushiguroâin tiny cursive beneath the curve of your left breast, a claim he never gets tired of seeing. Â
Your fingers drag gently through the hair at his nape, nails scratching lightly as you murmur, âYumi missed you.âÂ
His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, calloused and roughâââMomma missed me too?â
You nod, just slightly, tilting your head with those fox eyes of yoursânarrowed, knowing, stripping him bare of any lie he could try to spin. Â
âTell me what happened at work.â
His brow twitches, âYou tellinâ me?â
You donât argue. Just raise your brows, waiting. Â
A beat. Then, with a sharp exhale, it spillsâ
âMen actinâ like goddamn children. Argued with me âbout the fence lineâthen one of âem nearly flipped the ATV âcause he wasnât payinâ attention. âWhole damn day wasted fixinâ other peopleâsââ His voice deepens, slipping into sharp edged Japanese, ââŠNande kon'na baka-domo to issho ni hatarakanakya naranÄ nda? Mattaku, kuso jikan'nomudada.âÂ
Why the hell do these idiots work for me? Total waste of fuckinâ time.
You stand on your tiptoes, pressing your thumb between his brows again, smoothing the crease there as you answer himâfluent, just like he taught you.Â
âSon'nani ikatteiru to, fukeru no ga hayamarimasu yo.âÂ
Youâll age faster being so angry.
He pauses, nostrils flaringâbefore he lets out a sharp exhale, forehead dropping against yours. Â
"...Goddamn, woman. âAlways knowinâ how to shut me up.âÂ
You hum, pressing closer. Â
âSo thatâs why you keep me around?âÂ
âNah. Keep you âcause youâre mine.âÂ
You hum, fingertips tracing the corded muscle below his neck, your touch featherlight.Â
âDid talking about it help?"Â
His jaw flexes, âYou want me to lie?"Â
âIâd rather you be honest, Fushiguro.âÂ
A rough exhale escapes him, âIâm on the news tomorrow? âKnow I killed one of those bastards."Â
You know he doesnât mean itâbut the frustration is real, simmering beneath his skin like an untamed storm. So you tease just a little, trying to loosen the tension coiling in his shouldersââFussier than a baby, âswear."Â
That gets you a glareâ"Nowhere near a damn child."Â Â
You react before he can pull away, fingers tangling in the dark strands of his hair, holding him just firm enough to ground him.
âHey," you murmur, voice softening, âI was just pokinâ, love. Yeah?"Â
He stares down at you, that perpetual scrawl of his features more habit than anger now. After a beat, he nods. Â
You press on, voice a gentle lull.Â
âRough days are inevitableâŠbut thereâs your favorite meal to look forward to. And cuddles from me anâ Yumi."Â
His expression doesnât change. Â
"Or," you offer, tilting your head, âI could rub your ear âlike you like?âÂ
Something shifts in his gaze thenâdark, heavy. He looks at youâreally looks. That sweet, sultry face heâs seen crumble beneath him, twist in pleasure, pout in frustration. It all hits him at once, a wave of something possessive and hungry that makes his fingers flex against your waist. Â
And in response? Â
âYeah."Â
A single word. Deceptively simple. Â
Because you did rub his ear, sureâbut what you didnât expect? Â
Was ending up bouncing stupidly on his cock in the process. Â
Now, here you areâhair a mess of copper, cinnamon, and black curls, wild like a halo around your flushed face, the flannel hanging open, barely clinging to your shoulders. The fabric dips, revealing the sinful swell of your tits, the heavy weight of them barely contained by the parted material. Your fuzzy socksâadorable, ridiculous in contrast to the filth of this momentâcurl helplessly into the bedsheets as you struggle to steady yourself. Â
Your thighs ache, burning from the relentless pace heâs set, but you barely feel it. Not when heâs got his hands wrapped around your waist, his fingers so big they nearly touch when he grips youâeffortlessly hauling you up, then slamming you back down, forcing you to take every inch of him. Â
âFâFushiguroâ!"Â
You choke on his name as he pulls you all the way up, the slick length of him just about to slip free before he yanks you back down, letting his dick carve straight into your g-spot with every punishing thrust. Â
And the worst part? Â
He hasnât even undressed.
Leaned back against the vintage headboard, still in his dirt-streaked wifebeaterâtugged halfway up to reveal the hard planes of his abs, ink-dark tattoos trailing down the cut of his V-line. The roughness of his pubic hair grinds against your clit with every brutal snap of your hips, the friction almost too much, threatening to push you over the edge before he even lets you. Â
And his faceâÂ
Dark brows pulled low, storm gray eyes locked on you with an intensity that borders on cruel. He watches you with that same scowl, like you mean nothing to him in this momentâjust a warm, trembling hole for him to use, fucking you with ruthless precision. Â
He leans back, the muscles in his arms flexing as he lifts you again, dragging you down onto his cock with a sharp snap of his hips. Â
âCâmon," he growls, voice rough with restraintââKeep fuckinâ feelinâ me.â
Youâre silentâtrying to beâbut your pussy isnât. Â
Loud. Obscene. Creaming around him in thick, slippery pulses, gushing with every brutal snap of his hips. The sound of itâwet, filthy, shamefulâfills the space between your ragged breaths. Your lips stay pressed together, but your expression betrays youâeyebrows pinched, a cute little frown twisting your face as pleasure burns through you, sharp and unforgiving. Â
Discomfort. Overstimulation. The kind of pleasure that hurts, that makes your toes curl and your stomach clench. Because god, the way he stretches youâthick, unrelenting, carving into you like he was made to ruin you. Â
The worst part? He knows. Â
Knows that in places where youâre soft, silent, observantâhere, like this? Youâre a mouthy little thing when he gets you there. Which is exactly why he cocks his hand back, fingers tangling in the back of your flannel, yanking you down harder on his cock beforeâ Â
SMACK.Â
The sharp, stinging crack of his palm against your ass echoes through the room, your flesh jiggling from the impact, the heat of it blooming fast. Â
âAin't hearinâ shit from you," he growls.Â
âCâmon. Gimmeâ somethinâ.â Â
The rough clap of your thighs against his hipsâhard, frantic, skin slapping skinâdoes something to you. Your eyes flutter shut, your fingers sinking into his forearms, claws digging in as a whiny little cry punches out of you. Â
Itâs a domino effect afterwards. A whimper slips free, trembling, desperate, and then anotherâanother, slurring into heavier, broken whines, like youâre trying to swallow them back every time they threaten to escape. But you canât. Not when heâs like thisâwhen his thighs are so thick, his grip so bruising, when he makes you fuck him like he hates you. Â
âThere it is,â he grunts, fingers tightening around your waist, hauling you down harder, heavier.Â
ââKnow my wife more than anyone in this fuckinâ world.â
You're an eye-rolling, pouting, mess.Â
His mess. Your pussy keeps gushing, clenching forcefully around the thick swell of his cock, kicking off a series of unfinished, half-shattered orgasms that leave you spiralingâdizzy, overwhelmed, ruined. Â
Tears brim your dark, pretty eyes, lashes sticking together as broken little whimpers spill from your lips. Â
âI'mââM cumming.âÂ
But Toji? He doesnât stop.Â
His grip tightens, digging into the softness of your hips as he finds a devastating new rhythm. Slower now, but heavier. Louder. Each deep, punishing thrust drags a wet, filthy sound from where youâre stretched around him, the slap of skin echoing through the room. Â
And the scent of himâgod.Â
Woodsmoke, leather, the erotic musk of a hard dayâs work still clinging to his clothes, swallowing you whole even as he lounges beneath you, lazily using your body to chase his own pleasure. Â
âWanted me to feel better, âainât you?"Â
His palm lands against your ass againâhardâthe sharp crack reverberating through your bones before he spreads you open with that same rough hand, exposing your flushed, dripping cunt as he starts fucking up into you with renewed force. Â
âGonna fuck you âtil every nut makes me less angry," he grunts, fingers biting into your fleshââHad a hard fuckinâ day, remember?"Â
You lean forward, sniffling pathetically, nodding in meek submissionâlike youâve lost a game you never even meant to play. Â
âOkay," you squeak, voice surrendering, small. Â
His teeth flash in a wicked grin. Â
âAtta fuckinâ girl."Â
And then he takesâpounding up into you with a brutal pace that has you muffling trembling little moans into the crook of your arm, body jolting with every deep, claiming thrust.Â
Toji slides his broad palm against the top of your head, fingers threading through your curls as he tilts your face up to meet his heavy-lidded gaze.Â
âYou here with me?"Â
You nod, and that's all he needs before he tugs you forward by your hair, sealing your mouth with his in a deep, tongue-filled kiss. It's filthy, possessive, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he pulls back just as swiftly. Â
And thenâSMACK.Â
His palm meets your cheek with enough force to make your breath hitch, just sharp enough to snap you back into focus.Â
âFill your fuckin' mouth up.â
You sink down instantly, taking him between your lips with breathless little whimpers, your lashes fluttering as you suck him in deep. You pull back just enough to kitten lick along his length, teasing the flushed tip before swirling your tongue around it. Then lowerâsucking his heavy balls into your mouth, your fingers lightly jerking the base of him. Â
It's adorable in the most pathetic wayâhow easily you obey when you're usually all quiet fire and defiance. But like this? You're truly his.
Toji watches as you work him overâhis cock glistening with your spit, your lips stretched around him. Then he takes himself in hand, slapping his length against your flushed cheek, dragging it over your lips with a filthy, wet sound. Â
âLook at you," he grunts, voice rough with satisfaction. Â
And he does lookâdrinking in the sight of your dark, caramel skin flushed raw, your pretty eyes swollen with tears, your lips parted and trembling. It makes him crave more. Â
âC'mere," he growls suddenly, gripping your waist before flipping you both in one swift motionâyour back now pressed to his chest, his thighs bracketing your head as he maneuvers you into a 69.Â
The second you're settled, he buries his face between your thighs with a groan, his tongue devouring you. You gasp, trying to refocus, wrapping your lips around his cock againâbut it's impossible to concentrate when he's sucking on your clit like he's starved, his tongue dragging hot and wet through your folds, slurping obscenely. Your hips jerk, back arching as pleasure zings through you, your forehead dropping against his hip as you whimper around him. Â
âFocus, baby.â
He mutters this against your cuntâright before his hand comes down on your ass again, the sharp SMACK making you jolt. A broken moan slips past your lips, and then you're bobbing your head faster, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him back into your mouth with desperate, sloppy devotion. Â
And Toji? Â
He just feastsâgrunting, licking, takingâhis fingers digging into your hips as he fucks his tongue inside you, making sure you feel every second of it. Â
You donât stand a chance.
The air is thick with the sound of skin on skin, your breath ragged and wet as you lose yourself in the rhythm of him. You move without thought, drunk on the taste of him, the weight of him on your tongueâboth palms wrapped tight around the base of his cock, jerking him from root to tip in slow, filthy strokes. Your tits bounce with every movement, swaying heavy and lewd as you work him over in a way thatâs downright pornographic, your body moving like it was made just for this. Â
Tojiâs hips twitch, his breath catching when you suddenly take just the head of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the swollen tip while your small hands take care of the rest. His head knocks back against the headboard with a low groan, his voice rough, strained, as he mutters something under his breathâhalf curse, half praiseâbefore his hand comes down again, another sharp SMACK landing on your ass. Â
âEdge of the bed. Now.â
You crawl there on shaky knees, face pressing into the blankets, ass upâpresented, waitingâand before you can even brace yourself, heâs sinking into you, stretching you open in a way that punches a muffled whine from your throat. His fingers tangle in the nape of your hair, tugging just enough to make your back arch as he yanks you back onto him, filling you to the hilt with a single brutal thrust. Your face stays buried in the blankets, lips pouting, muffling little whimpers and breathless complaintsâbut theyâre weak, half-hearted, lost in the haze of pleasure as he starts moving, fucking into you with rough, measured strokes. Â
âFussinâ just like Yumi," he growls, voice thick as you tuck your face deeper into the sheets, hiding the way your cheeks burn.Â
âTchâfeet closer to your chest.â
He rasps this, voice gravel-scraped and impatient. You whimper but obey, knees pressing tight to your body, hips lifted higherâexposed, helpless. Then, in Japanese, sharp and commandingâ
âJibun no handan de ugoite kudasai.â
Move on your own.Â
And you do. Â
At first, it's slowâtentativeâyour hips rocking back and forth in small, uncertain motions, your body arching as you try to find the right angle. The sight of you like thisâspread open, trembling, taking himâis obscene. Erotic in the rawest sense. Â
His fingers snap once, sharply. Another order, another growled phraseââHead up.âÂ
You just obey, lifting your face from the sheets, breath ragged as you look back over your shoulder at him. Â
âIf you donât move, Iâll show you how I wannaâ be fucked.âÂ
You poutâlips trembling, eyes wetâbut then you start moving again. Â
Little bounces at first, your ass clapping lightly against his hipsâgentle, testing. Then deeper. Faster. More. Until youâre fully fucking yourself on him, your body taking over, driven by instinct, by the need to please. His fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as you pant, as you whimperâ Â
ââŠMâsorry, baby."Â
It slips out without thought, weak and breathless. Â
Toji only grunts, âYeah?âÂ
You donât even know what youâre apologizing for. But you say it again, lips quivering.Â
âMâsorryâ"
Youâre squirting.Â
A hot, sudden gush, spilling around him without warning, your body convulsing as pleasure rips through you. The words turn into something elseâdeep, shuddering sobs, your voice breaking as you keep repeating it, "Mâsorry, mâsorryyy...âÂ
Your husband? He could care less.Â
Toji fucks you through it. His grip on your hair tightens, his hips snapping up to meet yours as you sob, as you tremble, as you fall apart.Â
Because this? This is how he takes his anger out.
The world narrows to nothing but the brutal snap of his hips, the sound of skin meeting skin in sharp, wet slaps. Toji yanks your legs out from under you, planting your feet flat on the floorâforcing your spine into a deep arch, your ass tilted up just right for him to sink into you even deeper, each thrust punching the air from your lungs. Â
You canât help the noises that tear out of youâloud, broken, punched out moans that rise higher with every merciless drive of his cock. His fist tightens in your hair so everlasting, wrenching your head back as he growls above you, the sound rough and satisfiedâbecause nothing pleases him more than hearing you unravel, your voice frayed beyond coherency. Â
Your fingers clutch at the sheets, knuckles whiteâuntil he tsks, a single sharp sound of disapproval that has you scrambling to correct yourself before he can fuss. Arms straight back, wrists together, like you know what he wants without him even saying it. His free hand wraps around both your wrists in one brutal grip, pinning them against the small of your back as he drives you into the mattress, fucking you so deep you squeal, high and desperate, your body jerking beneath him. Â
âFuckkkkâŠ!âÂ
Itâs a shriek, reallyâraw and guttural, your cunt gushing around him as he pistons in and out, his grunts syncing with your cries in a filthy, primal rhythm. Heâs not gentle. Not close. Every snap of his hips is punishing, claiming, his cock dragging against that sweet spot inside you until youâre keening, your thighs shaking, your mind gone beneath the sheer intensity of it. Â
And thenâ Â
His rhythm stutters. Â
A deep, guttural growl rips from his throat, his fingers tightening hard in your hair as he buries himself to the hilt, spilling inside you in thick, pulsing ropes. Your sounds drown hisâwhimpers, choked cries, the way your body clenches around him as if trying to milk every last drop. Â
For a moment, thereâs nothing but the sound of heavy breathingâhis, yoursâboth ragged and uneven. Â
Then he slowly pulls out, leaving you limp beneath him, your lower body trembling, your nerves still alight with aftershocks. Toji catches his breath for a beatâjust oneâbefore he leans down over you, his voice rough but soft now, murmured against your ear in Japanese. Â
âDaijĆbudesuka?â
You alright?Â
His hand cups your throat from behind, tilting your face toward his. And thenâkisses. Tiny, chaste pecks against your swollen lips, one after another, as if checking that youâre still with him. Â
You let out a breathless little giggle, your lashes fluttering. Â
âMmm...legs feel numb."Â
He hums.Â
âThey should.âÂ
The moment his hands twist you around, your breath catchesâbut it melts into another light giggle as he scoops you up effortlessly, depositing you onto the bed like something precious. The sheets are cool against your overheated skin, a stark contrast to the burning imprint of his body still lingering on yours. Â
And then he looks at you.Â
His fingers slide through your hair again, slower this time, almost reverent, before his mouth finds yours in a kiss thatâs startlingly gentle. You nudge your nose against his, affectionate, lingering, before you pull back just enough to murmurâ Â
ââŠâGonna have a better day at work tomorrow?"Â
Sweet. Hopeful. Â
Toji rumbles, the sound vibrating deep in his chest as he presses a kiss to your foreheadââAlready havinâ a better day now."Â
Your eyes dilate at that, lashes fluttering as you whisperâ"Really?"Â
âMurderâs still in question for âthem employees, though.âÂ
Your face falls immediately, lips pressing into a pout as you sigh, long suffering. Before you can protest, his palm lands on your thighâa light, teasing smackâand then heâs pushing off the bed, leaving you sprawled there. You scramble to grab his discarded flannel, draping it over yourself like a makeshift shield before flipping your hair back with an exaggerated huff. Â
âYouâre hardheaded!âÂ
âGot a hard head, baby.âÂ
You suck your teeth.Â
But then? he reappears in the doorway, Yumi cradled in his big arms.Â
The whiplash of it nearly gives you an actual headache. One second, heâs got you bent over the bed, fucking you like you owe him money, and the next? Heâs holding that Persian kitten like itâs spun glass, cooing at her in a voice three octaves higher than youâve ever heard come out of his mouth. Â
You roll your eyes so hard you swear you see your own brain. Â
âYou donât talk to me like that.â Â
Toji ignores you, of course. Because why would he ever acknowledge the way your metaphorical tail is swishing back and forth in irritation? Heâs too busy booping Yumiâs tiny pink nose, murmuring, âMommaâs the fussy one, isnât she? Yeah?"Â
âBoy, please. I donât win the hot head award. Youâre an overachiever for that score."Â
He just smirksâsmirks!âas he sets Yumi down on the bed, watching with that stupid, smug expression as she prances toward the headboard like the little princess she is, tail held high as she lets out a dignified Mrrow.Â
One second youâre lounging there, all sass and post coital glowâthe next, heâs on you, knocking you flat onto your back in the sheets with a oomph that dissolves into breathless giggles as you shove at his chest. Â
âGo away!"
He doesnât. Â
âYou know how much I love you?"
You tilt your head, pretending to think.Â
âNot sure."
The air between you shiftsâjust for a heartbeatâfrom playful to something deeper, something heavier. His rough fingers catch yours, and he brings your hand up, pressing a slow, almost reverent kiss to the gold band on your finger. Against the metal, he murmurs something low and rawâsomething that sounds suspiciously likeââMines forever."Â
You sigh, but it's a warm sound, your fingers curling around his, intertwining like they were made to fit there. Playfully, you squeeze. Â
âHungry?"
He exhales through his nose, âBeen thinkin' about those red beans all day."
You bat your lashes, feigning innocence.Â
âI wasn't part of the meal plan?"Â
His thumb drags over your pulse point as he leans in, breath hot against your ear, âYou were the meal plan."Â Â
Then, just like that, he's hauling you upâone arm under your thighs, the other bracing your back as he tosses you halfway over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. You yelp, but your legs lock around his waist instinctively, arms looping his neck as he starts moving. Â
âC'mon. I'm starvin'."
You press your lips to his jaw, nipping just to feel him tenseââYou're starvinâ, and you love me?"Â
He gruntsâbut for him? Itâs not a denial. Itâs yes, a thousand times over.Â
And just like that, the scene fadesâinto the quiet hum of domesticity, into love and passion and marriage with all its rough edges and sweet, stolen moments. Â
Can't stop thinking about an older woman holding my head in her lap while her husband rapes my fertile little pussy,
She can't have children of her own for whatever reason, so she brought me home, under the pretense of just another one night stand.
Next thing i know I'm on their bed with my head in her lap, too drunk to put up much of a fight. She's holding my ankles so I'm spread nice and wide for her husband to rut into, panting and groaning, using me like im nothing but a toy to get off in, while she coos in my ear about how good im doing, how ill look so cute all swollen with their baby, that ill be the perfect little incubator for them. That i look so good getting stretched out by her husbands big, fat cock.
She reaches down and rubs my neglected clit, eliciting a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan from me, i should hate this, but I'm so fucking wet. I beg them to stop,let me go,slow down, please. She shushs me, rubbing faster while i squirm, on the verge of cumming. My walls clench down on his cock as i get closer, making him fuck into me harder, faster, pushing us both over the edge. He slams his cock painfully hard against my cervix, his hot cum shooting straight up into my waiting womb, my orgasm only serving to milk the last few drops out of him. He pulls out and i feel his cum dripping out of me, which she quickly pushes back in with her fingers, shoving it back up into my fertile womb, making me cry from the humiliation and overstimulation. My sensitive cunt tightening down on her fingers.
This ritual continues for over a month until she gets a positive test, several times a day, leaving me nothing but a fucked out mess, constantly dripping cum and unbearably sensitive. Their perfect little incubator.
She tells me she's always wanted a really big family.
Going camping with Dadâs best friend!Toji who tricks you and gets you all alone in the woods
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Going on a camping trip with your father and his best friend Toji, only to be woken up in the middle of the night by the older man, telling you to follow him because he found a deer to hunt and he needed your help.
Following him through the dark forest, wondering where this poor deer is. Your cute boots were now soaked, your body shaking from the cold.
The crackling fire at the small campsite was no longer in view, your father nowhere near you. Couldnât hear if you called for him, couldnât hear if you screamed, couldnât even hear if a shotgun went off.
But when youâre finally there, you see nothing. Just darkness and bare trees. Only the sounds of wind and creaking from the trees moving around you filled the empty void. No crickets, no owls, nothing to give you a sense of comfort that animals were near.
You clung onto him out of fear from the darkness, wondering where this deer was so you could get back to the site already. His breathing was heavy and animalistic, almost on edge like he was waiting to move any second now.
All he could do was stare at your face, watching your cute yet scared expressionâyour eyes widening trying to adjust to the darkness that surrounded you.
He didn't rush, wanted to savor it. The way your chest rose fast, the fear beginning to set into your widened eyes, how you clung onto his larger arm.. thinking he would protect you from whatever predator was out there.
Oh, how helpless you looked in the darkness with nothing on but your boots and the sweater that barely kept you warm
Poor you didnât know that he lied. Didnât know that he planned thisâplanned to drag you all the way out here just to fuck you like how heâs been wanting to this whole goddamn trip.
The deer? Forgotten. Hunting? Just an excuse to get you alone. One second he was standing. The next, he moved like lightning.
Your clothes had been long gone, the rough wool of his coat scratching against your bare back as his hand clamped over your mouth to block out any sounds. Prone. Helpless.
The sight of you naked beneath him while he was fully clothed to stay warm made him feel like a true predator.
The crisp sounds of his hips slapping against your soft ass, his cock rutting in and out of your tight cunt. His heavy balls slapped against your leaking cunt, making your muffled cries of pleasure grow louder.
Your poor body felt like it was getting crushed, all the air in your lungs slowly leaving as the older man above you was now putting the full weight of his body onto youâtrapped beneath his heaviness like prey under a predators weight.
You felt so fucked out and messy. The mixture of mud and sharp branches scratching at your bare thighs and tits, cold and dirty from being pressed flatley into the ground.
âThis isnât right,â youâd whine. All thoughts were foggy. Couldnât think straight, couldnât feel the cold air sting your skin anymore.
All you felt was pleasure, an overwhelming amount. Enough to make you cry and beg for more like the desperate little slut you were.
He didn't flinch at the tears streaming down your cheeks though. If anything, they turned him on more. The helpless crying of his best friends daughter who trusted him like family.
The flashlight that was thrown across from you when he manhandled you shined across your face, making the pleasurable tears on your red cheeks glisten. The light slightly flickered here and there, signaling that the batteries were slowly dying.
"You don't know what you do to me, y/n."
He was hot and bothered, all sweaty, eager to cum inside you already. His groans were growing louder with each thrust, his hip movements getting sloppier, and sloppier.
God, it felt so good, and you hated it. Your body kept pushing into his for more. Wanted to feel his cock reach places your small fingers couldn't reach.
âTell me to stop," he grumbled as he buried his face deep into the curve of your shoulder.
It was a test. A cruel one.
âJust fucking tell me, y/n.â
His tone was weak, as if he knew this was wrong. Taking his best friends daughter out into the woods, far from any form of saving.
He wanted to stop, but he couldn't. Every whimper that left your mouth, every clench from your warm cunt, every whine for him to go slower--it only pushed him further away from stopping.
The least he could do was let you hold his hand. Knew you were doing such a good job when he felt your grip weaken the harder he fucked you.
He waited for your answer, kissing your shoulderâwet and soft, then he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. A loud yelp left your lips before you finally answered like the good girl you were.
âd- stop,â you whispered, your breath shaky. You were hesitant, didnât want to say the wrong thing.
But it was too quiet. Maybe you didnât want him to hear, didnât want him to stop. You were enjoying this far too much.
Just enjoyed how he used your poor body like a fleshlight. Enjoyed how his cock hit all the right spots. Enjoyed how he took control of you and didnât let you think for yourself.
His harsh thrusts suddenly came to a halt, his wet lips leaving your neck, his sweaty, now bare chest unsticking from your back.
The forest seems to pause too. No animals, no wind.. just pure silence.
He towered over you, chest heaving, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his breath visible and dangerous looking.
The flashlight finally died with a sad little beep.
It was pouring outside, could barely make out the dim lights in a few rooms of the cheap motel he had picked. The weak flickering neon sign that read 'motel' casted an eerie glow as you approached room 326.
A real gentleman Toji was, making you walk all the way to his room in this weather. Too windy to even carry an umbrella.
A couple sat out front, smoking a cigarette whilst staring at the storm, then at you, probably thinking what the hell an innocent looking girl like you was doing at a dump like this. You were dressed differently from those who came here, more put together, well keptâ a flowy white dress, looking like you just came from church even though itâs almost 12 in the morning.
But in reality, youâve just ditched family dinner to sneak off and see your fatherâs best friend. Itâs been two weeks since youâve last seen him. Couldnât get him off your mind, desperate for touch, for a release.
So when he messaged you from a burner, texting you the address and the time to come.. you set all plans aside, ditched dinner, and made your way over. You didnât care that it was an hour from you. You just wanted to see him again, feel his touch, hear him.
You walked up the rusty steps, your heart racing as fast as the downpour, body shivering from the cold.
The door in front of you creaked open before you could even step in front of it, Toji's towering frame filling the doorway, white tee shirt, sweat glistening on his neck under the cheap yellow light bulb.
A stupid smirk formed on his lips, stepping aside to let you in. An unsettling pit in your stomach formed, like you were doing something illegal, something so, so bad.
"My pretty girl made it," he murmured, locking the door behind you with a heavy click. You stood there, looking up at him, drenched head to toe in your now see through dress. You could hear his deep breaths, see his chest slowly rising and falling, taking in the sight in front of him.
It was unfortunate that it was raining, youâre wet and gross, felt like you looked like a mess. But lucky for him, he can see your cute little underwear straight through your wet dress. Light pink, his favorite color. He grew harder from the sight of your hardened nipplesâyour mouth open trying to catch your breath from running in the rain.
âCute underwear,â he hummed, swiping his finger across the words on the front that read âlucky you.â He got closer to you, almost closing the gap between you two. You felt the heat radiating off of his body, giving you some form of comfort.
The room reeked of cigarettes and cheap detergent, but all you could smell at the moment was the alcohol on his breath and that certain cologne he always wore. The white fabric of his shirt stuck to his muscles, like he had been working out before you came. There was a quiet threat behind the way he pressed you against the wall, his breath heavy and animalistic.
"Been awhile since i've seen ya. Missed hearin' those cute lil' noises ya make." His teeth grazed your earlobe. "I go to bed thinkin' about you, y/n. That tight cunt, the way you grip on me.â
Your eyes didnât leave his, his messy hair brushing against your skin as he leaned in close. A mix of excitement and fear swirled in your chest.
âMake me feelâ so fuckinâ guilty.â He gritted his teeth, trying to control himself around you. You were too hard to resist. How could any man resist you? All wet, nipples hard with your cute lilâ panties on display. The rain suited you so, so well. All wet and shivering for him like the good girl you were.
He roughly gripped your chin, but not too hard to leave a red mark.
âYa know yer daddys best friend done a real bad thing, y/n? Took a lil' piece of his angel...â
Your breath got caught in your throat, cheeks warming when you felt your heart stop for a moment. Just the fact that he knew this was wrong, it turned you on. You could see that stupid smirk of his crawl onto his lips the moment he pulled away from you, his hand still latched onto the strap of your dress as those perverted eyes of his gleamed over your body.
He was enjoying this, the thrill of you fearing him, your nervousness, all of it. He backed off, turning around and making his way over to the nightstand, grabbing the small bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass. Acting like what just happened..didn't.
"N' what's with the dress? Don't need to get all dolled up for me, kiddo. S'just me."
"I was at dinner with my Dad.." you stood there stupidly, fiddling with your damp dress, staring at his large frame from the back. "Told my Dad I was meeting with my friend after. I had to convince him, he was whining about how it's unsafe to be driving right now.â
He nodded, taking a sip of his drink before sitting down on the bed, the old mattress dipping under his weight. He ran his hand through his hair, green eyes roaming up and down your body.
"Well, isn't that cute. Daddy's little princess having to lie to him. Suchaâ naughty girl." He said it sarcastically, eyes lingering on your wet figure in the dim light.
"C'mere." He patted the spot next to him, eyes locked in on you. Something about him comforted you. He was scary yet so gentle with you and only you. That scar on his mouth, his giant hands, the way he'd look down to talk to you, the way heâd always be by your side when your Dad invited him over, the way heâd always grip you so hard just to get a cute squeal out of you.
You kicked off your shoes and slowly approached his large figure, his gaze following your every move. You tucked a strand of damp hair behind your ear, climbing right next to the open spot beside him. He set the glass down with a quiet clink before gripping your waist and yanking you fully onto his lap in one swift motion, his bare chest pressing flush against your damp back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
"Mmph, fuckin' hell," he growled against your neck, "bet daddy would lose his shit if he knew what kinda 'friend' you really came to meet tonight." A dark laugh rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, "Lucky me."
He whispered to himself, lifting up your dress a little to reference what your panties had written on them.
You got a wiff of the strong whiskey on his breath, warm and tempting. It got to you, made your body feel things you've never felt beforeâmouth dry, body starting to ache for him. You couldn't speak, couldn't think of anything to say. You opened your mouth to say something but all that came out was a small gasp before your words got stuck. When you looked up at him his eyes were already glued onto you, waiting for an answer.
"Cat got yer tongue, princess?" His palm pressed flat against your lower back, forcing you to arch into him. The whiskey on his lips burn when they brush your shoulder. "Or you just now realizin' what you're doing?"
Projection.
You gulped, hearing the seriousness of his voice made you question why you came all the way out here in the first place. "W-well.. itâs not at all bad. Youâre just a friend of my Dad. Itâs normal.. and we only had sex once.â
A nervous smile formed on your flushed lips. It was bad, but you were trying to find some stupid excuse to make it seem like it was okay, like this whole situation wouldnât ruin Tojiâs life and the business he had built with your father.
It was all a game to him, but your clueless self couldnât see that. After all this time, waiting for the right moment to get his hands on you, you were now wrapped around his finger. He practically owned you now, held all the power over you.
His grip around you tightened as you gave him a reassuring peck on his cheekâas if he was physically holding back a groan. The sight of your forced innocence against his predatory grin is almost laughable.
"Normal?" He repeats, mocking, "That's cute, kiddo." He slowly dragged the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. "Cut the act,"
His calloused hand on your thigh slowly moves higher, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your dress. "And quit playin' innocent when yer sittin' on my dick like some kinda desperate little nympho. We didnât fuck once, we went 8 rounds till you couldnât do it anymore."
You gasped, instantly pouting at his rude commentary. "why're you being so mean?"
He snorted at that, clearly amused by your reaction-but he could see you were visibly upset, making him loosen up. His voice went soft,
"Mean..?" He asked, his thumb rubbed roughly at your lip before moving to grip your cheeks instead. "Babygirl, I ain't mean. Just honest. Or did ya forget how much you like it when I talk to you like this?"
His hand slid further up your dress, now hovering over your clothed clit, eyes locking on your face. "C'mon. Yer here to be my good girl. Remember what ya told me last week? Hm?"
You smiled, looking away in embarrassment. It wasn't your fault that you accidentally took aphrodisiacs. In fact, you still never knew, that's why this time feels different, less strong, less intimate.
"Told me I could do whatever I wanted to you. Whatever I needed." His fingers slowly lifted up your dress, eyes still glued onto you. He leaned in, nose grazing yours as he spoke. "Thank you, Toji." His voice dropped to a mocking whisper, "wanna do it again next time, Toji."
You bit your cheek, your smile fading at his low, breathy words. You weren't looking into his eyes anymore, too scared to look at his. But you could feel his eyes burning into yours, trying to find your gaze again.
His hand roughly gripped your cunt, pushing you further into him, lips brushing the shell of your sensitive ear. You gasped.
"Ya sounded so fuckin' wrecked. Couldn't even stand straight." He cocked his head and looked straight at you, his predatory eyes meeting your terrified ones.
He was quick to flip you over like you weighed nothing, his large frame hovering over you, blocking the dull neon light that came through the window.
Oh, how you looked so vulnerable in front of him, laid on your stomach with your dress ridden up high enough to reveal your soaked panties. His free hand suddenly gripped the back of your neck, leaning over your smaller frame, voice low and gruff in your ear, "you whimpered 'thank you' like a goddam prayer."
Your face pressed into the mattress, the cheap bedding itching at your skin. His knee was shoved between your thighs, and before you could even respond, his hands forcibly pinned each wrist to beside your head. The room filled with the sound of the rain hammering against the window, like a sound of trouble starting.
The sound of his belt clinking to the floor was almost piercing in the quiet room. His hands worked fast to lift your dress up over your arms. His strong grip on your hips was bruising as he yanked your panties down with one rough, excruciating pull, the fabric tearing at the seams. A low whistle escaped him as he palmed your soft, bare skin, dragging his thumb over the red mark left behind.
"Fuckin' pretty," he murmured, "all cute n' soft like some kinda fucked up angel." A sharp slap landed on your ass, hard enough to sting, hard enough to make you yelp. You could hear the soft fabric of his shirt hit the ground behind, the sound of his jeans sliding down his legs.
The bed dipped again, his frame now caging you in, putting you in prone bone. He was heavier than you, and it was painfully obvious. The warmth of his bare chest was pressed against your sticky back, your panties pooled at your ankles, your wet cunt exposed, your dress thrown on the dirty ground of the motel. The view was justâhe couldnât put it into words, just groaned at how perfectly sinful you looked.
Without a warning, he lined himself up and pushed inside, slow at first, savoring the way you clenched around him before snapping his hips forwards with a low groan.
He was impatient. Didnât bother to prep you, didnât bother to talk you through it like the first time. He was rough as he went on, mean, different. It didnât feel as intimate like last time.
His thumb pressed against the edge of your mouth. He knew you knew what he wanted. "Open." He commanded. "Let me see that pretty lilâ mouth of yours."
You obeyed, openeing your mouth just to let his warm thumb enter, finger pressing down on your tongue, whimpering as his cock slammed deep inside you with every rough thrust. The cross pendant around his neck swung wildly, smacking against your cheek in time with each snap of his hips
It was all too much, the way his weight suffocated you, the wetness and feeling of him entering your gummy warm walls, his balls slapping against your sensitive clit-
At this point you were gagging on his fingers, unable to breathe, couldnât get a word out to him that this was too much. Your fragile body was being rammed into the rough mattress at such a fast speed that you could feel your breath getting knocked out of you with each and every thrust of his.
"Fuck. Jesus Christ, you're so goddamn good," he snarled into your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin under your ear as his pace turned brutal. He was a moaning mess, groaning into your skinânoticing how his hips grew weaker and weaker and his kisses on your neck grew sloppier.
You could feel him slow down just enough to drag his tip all the way out before slamming right back into you, causing your whole body to jolt forward into the soft sheets.
"Toji.. ah-! mmmph."
"Bet ya think about this when yer home alone too, huh? Touchin' yerself to the thought of me ruinin' you, huh?"
You didnât even know what to say at this point. Each word that came out of his mouth just made you feel even more guilty for the sinful actions you were committing right now. Him on the other hand? He took pride in all of this.
The bed creaked, headboard slamming against the wall with each and every roll of his hips, his free hand fisting the sheets right beside your head.
He lived for this, the way your eyes watered, the little hitched breaths you took every time he bottomed out inside you, how helpless you looked beneath him as he held full power over your body. Broken moans escaped your lips, unable to take in everything that was going on.
You could feel your climax coming and he knew it. You were breathless, mouth hung open with your fists squeezing the sheets so tight, your knuckles turned white. With his fingers rubbing at your clit, his heavy sack hitting against your clitâ
âT-hink mâgonna cum, tojiâ
He leaned down, the cold pendant now settled on the bed right in front of your eyes. That cross, that gold cross that held no meaning when only he had it. You swear that every-time it touched his skin it would burn. He was full of sin, and he had you wrapped around his finger no matter what.
âHuh?â
His breath was hot against the shell of your ear, his sweaty back pressed flush against your back, the rhythm of his hips only getting faster, giving you no justice. You spoke up again, but quieter, more breathless.
âI-⊠I think mmph-!â
You couldnât even finish your sentence before you came, spilling your juices all over him, all over the bed, down your thighs. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting out the ungodliest moan, something he could have never imaged would come out of that pretty little mouth of yours. You clenched around him, practically pulling him in, pulling him closer to his release.
âF-uck! Oh fuck, y/n-â
His groans were loud and rough, his hands now entangled in yours, gripping as hard as he could. His thrust becoming sloppier and less on point. Almost felt like he was going to break your hands with how he was trying to control himself.
You felt filled, so warm and weak. Felt his cock twitch inside you, desperate to get every droplet of his semen out inside of you. His rhythm slowed down and his weight grew heavier as he gave out on top of you.
His sweaty chest heaved against your back, face still buried in the crook of your neck before slowly pulling back and out of you. His breathing was ragged, body weak and trembling from that orgasm from just before and the effort to keep himself from putting his whole weight onto you.
Hadnât had an orgasm like that in ages. Couldnât believe a girl like you could do that to an old man like himâmilk him so dry that he thought he wouldnât be able to cum again.
He rolled over onto his back, right next to you. Chest heaving, one arm draped over his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He then looked over at you, your hair beautifully wild and splayed across the pillows, skin flushed and glistening. He moved your hair out of your face, and god did he realize how much trouble he was in.
âFuckinâ Hell..â
You looked so beautiful. Your lips red, your eyes glossy just begging for more, had that look of raw and untouched innocence still lingering despite all your actions from before.
âFuck me.â
It wasnât even a curse of satisfaction this time, more of like a man realizing heâd just stepped into a trap of his own making. The reality of what heâd just done came crashing down like a fucking sledgehammer.
Youâre sitting on Nanamiâs lap, completely spread open for him.
Your thighs are spread as wide as possible, draped over either side of his, your back pressed against his broad, solid chest. Your skirt is hiked all the way up to your waist, your panties long since pushed aside.
His long, thick fingers are fucking you without mercy, plunging deep into your soaked pussy with a slow but brutal rhythm.
Every thrust makes a wet, obscene sound. Two fingers sink in to the knuckles before pulling out almost completely, only to slam back in harder. His knuckles rub perfectly against your G-spot with every stroke, while his thumb circles your swollen clit with precise, steady motions.
Your juices are flowing abundantly. They soak his fingers, run down his hand, and stain his expensive suit, that perfectly tailored dark gray trousers that must cost a small fortune. A dark, shiny wet patch is already forming on the fabric, but Nanami doesnât care at all.
âLet go,â he murmurs against your ear, his voice low, calm, and slightly husky. His warm breath caresses the back of your neck. âYou can get as wet as you want. This suit is nothing compared to the feeling of you like this around my fingers.â
You moan loudly, head falling back against his shoulder. Your hips move on their own, meeting his fingers with every thrust. Your body trembles, your thighs trying to close reflexively, but he holds them open with a firm hand on the inside of your leg.
âNanami⊠ugh pls!â you cry out when he curls his fingers just right, pressing hard against that sensitive spot that makes you see stars.
He speeds up slightly, fucking your pussy harder, deeper. The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of you fills the living room. Your juices are now flowing freely, soaking his pants, his thigh, and even the couch beneath you.
Nanami places a slow kiss on your neck, then gently nibbles your skin before licking the spot.
âYouâre so wet for meâŠâ he breathes, almost in awe. âLook at what youâre doing to my clothes. Youâre so open, so drenched just for me.â
His fingers continue their relentless work: plunging deep, curling, rubbing, while his thumb never leaves your clit, stimulating it without pause.
You feel the orgasm building fast, violent and uncontrollable. Your walls clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking hard.
He smiles against your neck, a calm but satisfied smile, and picks up the pace just a little more.
âThen come,â he murmurs in a low, commanding voice. âSoak me completely. I want to feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers.â
His thumb presses harder on your clit, his fingers fucking you faster and deeper. The orgasm hits you brutally. Your body arches violently against him, a raw cry escaping your throat as your walls spasm rhythmically around his fingers.
A hot jet bursts out of you, soaking his hand even more, his pants, and the couch. You squirt, unable to hold it back, your pleasure gushing abundantly over him.
Nanami lets out a soft, satisfied growl, continuing to move his fingers slowly to prolong your orgasm until youâre trembling and breathless in his arms.
When the spasms finally subside, he gently withdraws his glistening fingers from your soaked pussy. He brings them to his mouth and licks them slowly, never taking his eyes off you.
âDelicious,â he murmurs, voice still a little rough. âAnd my suit is completely ruined⊠but it was more than worth it.â
You answer with a small, incoherent sound, too exhausted from your orgasm to speak properly. You feel Nanami smile against your shoulder. He turns your head and kisses you tenderly.
â¶ïžïžïž Feelin' On My Body (starring . various jjk men)
synopsis . In which you and your partner finally agree to free use. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, & Choso x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, free use, somnophillia, modern au, oral sex, pussydrunk men, fingering, established relationships, dirty talk, manhandling, rough sex, degrading, unprotected sex, begging, choking, size kink(s), exhibitionism, throat fucking, pussy slapping, desperate men, thigh fucking, pervertedness, whining, them being overlyyy obsessed, praise, a bit of nipple play, filth, implied cum eating, etc.
word count . 8.8k || author's note: a singular twt vid inspired this post (technically sukunaâs part but eh) and i got a lil carried away in some bits (gulp)! banner art by Rororogi Mongera. <3
â Sukuna Ryomen
Heâs woken up to his cock engulfed in something all warm ân wet, a sinfully slick tongue lathering up the side of his shaftâdecorating his most throbbing vein in a sheeny gloss of saliva.
The thick pink of his brows begin to furrow as his brain struggles to depart itself from sleep, groggy eyes peeling open, and ears picking up on the nasty gagging ân swallowing coming from below.
When Sukuna looks down, he sees a head under the covers bobbing back and forth and back ân forth. Then he feels your mouth swallowing up his cock, the tip knocking into the very depths of your throat with the way he wastes no time in thrusting his hips forward.
A big hand comes to the back of your head over the thin sheet covering your face and you feel him hold you still as he instantly starts fucking your mouth.
âWhy didnât we agree on this sooner?â His bellowing morning voice breaks out into the wet silence, âFuck, what a slutty tongue. Do you always wake up like this? All hungry for some cock?â
âM-Mhmm,â You squirm, throating his length with great fervor as his sudden thrusts take you by surprise.
Although you canât see it, Sukuna flashes a wide grin before pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth and letting his brow furrow.
âYeahh, I bet you do.â The man rasps, fingertips pressing into your head a little firmer, âYouâve probably wanted me to fuck your mouth first thing in the morning like this so many times, hm?â
Your throat tightens around him before you try tugging your head away, only to be stopped by a low grunt rumbling out of him.
âOhhh, donât take this away from me now. Come closer, let me give my wifeâs throat a proper stretch.â Sukuna rasps heavily, a wet slick of precum dribbling out against the center of your tongue. You then swirl the oral muscle around his cock and feel it twitch in reaction. âMhmm, love it when you spoil me like this.â
You canât see it but your husbandâs got the biggest grin on his face, cheeks tinted in a rosy hue and breath growing heavier by the second. His hips buck a bit harder and you could feel his rhythm steadily growing erratic as his cock swells further against the tight walls of your throat.
Thick spurts of salty precum flood into your mouth as you happily slurp over every ridge and vein pulsing down his dick. As your lips kiss his base, your nose is quickly left buried into the coarse hairs of pink at his groin. Your eyes roll further back into your skull and you release a moan in between your desperate sucks.
A guttural groan is ripped straight from his chest as his fingers begin to twist into the sheet over your head, anchoring your mouth in place just to feel the way your throat struggles around the thick girth of his cock. His tip smooches a little deeper and you're left to gag softly as a breath gasp jumps out of him.
Sukuna has always looved head, so to have you waking him up like this was nothing more than a wet dream come true.
One last thrust into your mouth takes place before there's a rope of warm cum pouring down your throat. His hand gets impossibly heavier against the back of your head and you swear you hear him choke before uttering, "Milk me, y-yes. Fuck, s'good."
Then a slight arch forms in his back as you swallow everything flooding into your mouth, earning a sinful purr out of his throat just before the thin sheet yanked away in one swift motion. Your flushed face and swollen lips are left exposed to his gaze and you try not to smile at how flushed his face is.
"Show me," Sukuna murmurs with a carefully cocked brow.
You obediently open your mouth and lull your tongue out flat to display the emptiness on itâno evidence of him ruining your throat left aside from the glistening traces of spit sheening over your lips.
The sight of you like this first thing in the morning doesn't fail in the slightest to have his cock twitching right back to life as if you'd never sucked him off to begin with. Sukuna's never had a long refactory period but fuck, you didn't think his cock would be curving up for your attention that quickly.
With a brash grin on his face, your husband casually gestures his hand your way as if to tell you to take care of him again. He's sure your mouth and throat are already tired but it'd be cute to actually see you struggle on hisâ
You're cutting off his train of thought by swallowing up his dick without the slightest bit of struggle. The way your mouth slops past his thick tip and suctions his length in to the deepest corners of your throat has Sukuna choking.
The moment you hear him do so, you flick your eyes up at him and let your tongue slather against the prominently throbbing vein resting at the left underside of his cock. Sukuna's hand curls into the sheet he'd pulled off of your head just moments ago and he weakly pushes his hips up and then tips his head over to the side.
In doing so, he just barely catches sight of how his dick is outlined against the clenching muscles of your throat.
"Fuckkk, that's it." He praises hoarsely before moving his shaky hands to the sides of your face. Then he steadies you completely and maintains eye contact with you for a couple seconds, smirk widening out across his face. "Swallow my cock juuust like that," Sukuna coos in between the next few slow rolls of his hips.
His hands tighten against the your face before he starts fucking himself into your mouth again, quickly picking up his once shallow pace, and letting his brows furrow at the sight. He watches closely as your eyes gloss over and specifically waits for you to gag loudly around his dick before he smiles.
Then Sukuna starts nodding as if to let you know he's about to cum and you don't think there's anything sexier than the face he makes every time he does. His brows would twist upward and his jaw falls open, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly while a louddd groan bellows out of his throat.
The feel of warm cum flooding down your gullet is just enough to serve as some form of breakfast for the morning and you're entirely content with that. Your husbands hips are relentless as he fucks his second load das deep as he can and you try your best to swallow every drop just as you did the first time.
Once Sukuna pulls out, you're finally allowed a moment to gasp and cough a couple times while he slumps back against the pillows.
It's quiet for only a few seconds before his head rolls over to spare you a glance and then his hand reaches out to cup your jaw and tilt your face up. Your lips are all swollen and slick, throat still tensing from the proper stretching he just gifted you with.
He thumbs at your bottom lip and then parts it to inspect the insides of your mouth again.
Making sure to whisper, âSâpretty,â as if to not let that go to your head and then moving to haul you up by your arm so he can lean in and kiss youâshamelessly licking at the corners of your mouth and capturing the few drops of his cum that somehow failed to run down your throat.
After quickly devouring your mouth to replace the taste of his cock with his tongue, his hands are felt at your waist, and he tugs you impossibly closer before hugging you. The gesture is unexpectedâdespite your many years of marriageâbut his next few words make it all make a lot more sense to you.
âNext time, I should like to wake up and see you on top of me," Your husband demands.
You stare at him all innocently, âI dunno about all that, Sukuna.â
His somewhat affectionate stare quickly fades into a sharp glare, âI wasnât asking.â
âOh.â
â Geto Suguru
As soon as you sat up one morning, something thick ân sticky began to ooze out of you, warm rivulets of cum trickling down your inner thighs. The panties you had on the night prior? Gone, vanished without a trace. Your boyfriend of many years? Sound asleep next to you!
Just as you shift slightly, feeling the slick mess between your legs, the man in question begins to stir awake and releases a soft hum just as his eyes flutter open. Your gazes meet once he props himself up on one elbow, his eyes dropping before yours get the chance to as he catches the evidence of his indulgence seep out of you.
"Morning, sweet girl," He hums rather innocently before leaning up just to kiss at your cheek and whisper, "I left a little something inside you while you were sleeping.â Geto points out casually, âHope you donât mind.â
Truth be told, part of him hoped you would mind. He hopes youâd scold him for being soo perverted, despite the fact that youâre the one who told him you wanted him to use you whenever, even if you were asleep.
He hardly waited two days after receiving that consent of yours before he was fucking you while you dreamt of god knows what.
Even seeing you under the gentle glow of the morning's light, it's all he can think about. The way he'd spread your legs apart with insistent hands, feeling your unaware frame fall exactly how he needed it to whilst he positioned himself between your thighs.
Geto stuffed the thick head of his cock into your sleeping pussy, letting each inch stretch you out nice 'n slowly, your welcoming walls hugging him with a sloppy heat that made his breath hitch. Drool seeped from the corner of your lips as you readjusted yourself in your sleep, eyes remaining closed, and lashes fanning slightly against your cheeks.
The first thrust into you almost made him feel bad, considering how your body had rocked forward and your cunt clenched ever so sweetly around him as if to gasp.
âYouâre sâgood to me,â Geto mumbled into the dark room, âF-Fuck, look at youâŠâ His hand went caressing across the side of your face before he tilted his head, âDonât even know Iâm inside you right now, huh?â
He couldnât help but reel his hips back as he caught the faintest scrunch in your nose. Then he leaned over your body a bit, caging you underneath him and doing his best to hold back from fucking you like he really wanted to. Even though you werenât awake to make fun of him for it, he still didnât wanna cum too soon.
Getoâs cock plunged in a little deeperâslathering right against that spot he knows normally has your body arching away from him as if you couldnât take it, âWould it be bad if I kept going tilâ you woke up? Mngh.. youâd probably like that too much.â
Just then, your pussy decides to respond with a ringing squelch! around his cock as he bottoms out. Youâre so wet around him that even the dark silks of hair decorating the skin just above his base is shimmering over from your slick. The bed below your bodies is already soaking and Geto nearly feels worse for knowing heâs doing all this to you and youâre missing it.
A pout pulls out his bottom lip for a moment before he shoots his gaze down some more just to watch your juices spill out all around his cock as he slowly rolls his hips back ân forth in a languid motion.
âMmnh..â Youâre grumbling in your sleep, but to him the noise sounds mostly like one of pleasure.
One warm breath falls from his mouth as he looks back up to your face, âMoaning in your sleep,â Geto whispers, stilling his hips a moment so that he doesnât wake you. âSo cute.â
While part of him wished you were awake to react and be in the moment of sex with him, the other part of him relished in having you so pliant. None of those whines you spew his way when you swear heâs going too fast or too hard or too slow or whatever-the-fuck. The list of complaints you teasingly throw your boyfriendâs way just to irritate or taunt him while heâs got his dick inside you is quite endless.
You once spent thirty minutes begging to suck him off just to complain about him âbruising your throatâ the following morning.
Did you show all symptoms of having a bruised throat that morning? Perhaps. Is that his fault? Nooo, of course not!
Either way, Getoâs appreciating being able to fuck you while youâre sleeping. Itâs a little surreal here ân thereâconsidering how heâs talking to himself instead of talking you through itâbut itâs enjoyable nonetheless.
Especially when your cunt seems to be wide awake as his pace picks up a little. Youâre squeezing around him just how he likes it and itâs pulling the oxygen right out of his lungs, leaving him a panting mess above you within mere minutes.
Geto finds it moderately unfair how perfect you are for him even while youâre sleeping.
âNngh-, shit. Iâm gonna cum,â His brows furrow tightly, hands having found security on your hips in a neat fashion to keep your body a bit more steady for the way he rocks his lengthy dick into you. âYou want that? My sleepy girl, youâre gonna wake up sâfull of me.â
His rambles continue on as he grows closer to something creamy gushing out of his cock, words of filth flowing so naturally out of his mouth that anyone would assume it to be second nature to the man.
Then his tip crams up against a particularly sappy nook of your cunt and a whine squeaks past his lips, âAh, imagine.. all my cum just leakin' out this pretty hole of yours.â Geto huffs as his hands trail further up your body just to give your tits a hearty squeeze, âBet youâd call me a perv if you woke up right nowâtell me how wrong it is to fuck you while youâre sleep...â
He knows thatâs only half-way true, considering you did give him your full consent to this. But the thought of it. The thought of your eyes fluttering open with a gloss of confusion shimmering over them, your steady breaths quickly turning into panting moans, and your entire body awaking to your whorishly gorgeous boyfriend fucking you like the freak youâve always known him to beâŠ
Thatâs what gets him.
âYou trust me so much.. hahh, fuuck..â Geto chokes as the realization sends something sinful down his spine, his cock throbbing against your dormant walls, âGets me so fuckin' hard I can barely think.â
Even though heâs keeping his voice pretty low, itâs getting harder ân harder to maintain that volume. You snore softly beneath him and somehow that makes your pussy feel all the more clenched around the head of his weepy dick.
âMgh-, baby.. youâre getting tighter on me, câmon now. I donât wanna cum yet,â He puffs desperately, billowing his hips with slower thrusts as if to combat with your bodyâs natural reactions to him. âRelax that pussy for me, câmon. Relax for Suguru, let me make you feel good.â
Your body does exactly that as if used to his cooing wordsâcunt adjusting to his size within the next few thrusts, oozing out slick all around his deft base as his balls are left flush with your skin.
âAttaâ fuckinâ girll,â Geto purrs hotly before letting his jaw fall open, âUhuhh, you feel even better now. Canât believe you listen to me even when youâre sleepinâ.â
He thoughtlessly swishes a hand down in between your bodies, his thumb locating your clit and rubbing something utterly delectable into you. Something light like a moan escapes your throat and he worries for a moment that heâd just woke you upâhis movements coming to a sharp stop.
When your boyfriend hears that alleged moan fade into another snore, he exhales slowly and then plucks his hips all the way back. His long cock bobs out of your pussy and the dew sight of slick ân filth alone is enough to make him draw his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Then Geto takes ahold of his shaft and pumps himself a couple times before tapping his tip against your puffy folds, swatting his cock in between them and then groaning out, âMâgonna cum. F-Fuuck, gorgeousâŠâ
You just-so-happen to move in your sleep after he says thatâunconsciously pushing forward and swallowing up his plump tip.
Getoâs face contorts into something just short of pornographic before he whines, âYâgonna let me do that to you? Cum inside you while youâre sleeping? Ohmygoddd.â
Then heâs inching his hips forward as much as he can before cumming all inside your pretty pussy, leaving you nice and coated with his seed.
He had to put a hand over his mouth to conceal the sounds heâd let out in fear of waking you but right after heâs emptied himself into you, Geto pulls out and hastily holds a finger to your pulsing hole to stop his cum from spilling out.
Smirking, âYouâll probably wake up ân get soaked as soon as you feel what I left inside youâŠ.â
Which ultimately brings you back to nowâthe following morning where youâve done exactly that.
You hadnât minded what heâd left inside you at all. It may have been a little uncomfortable for you to sit up with the feel of gooey cum dribbling out of you in nasty globs but, itâs swiftly accompanied by dews of your morning arousal.
Then you were leaning back a bit and sending your boyfriend that looks he knows and loves, âWell? Are you gonna sit there ân stare at me all day or are you gonna clean up your mess?â You huff towards Geto.
His eyes seem to have a twinkle in them upon hearing those words, his body melting into position in between your legs faster than you have time to process.
You feel his palms come sticking to your thighs as he pushes them apart and swats his tongue over his lips, âYouâre the one who said I could use you whenever I wanted. Donât be such a brat about it, princess.â
Peering down at him, you cock a brow his way, âYeah well, I didnât tell you to leave your cum in me all night. Now less talking and more cleaning, perv.â
Oh fuck.
Do you even have any idea of what you just started?
Spoiler alert: no.
â Gojo Satoru
You made a mistake.
Giving your "sweet" husband Gojo the permission to bury his dick inside you whenever he wants was probably not in your best interest. Fairly enough, you'd given him that permission about a month ago now and he's only exhausted that free use a handful of times.
You expected him to be all over you nearly every night but, that simply wasn't the case. Instead, he waited for rather specific situations to pull the free use card.
Specific situations such as now, while you're laying across your living room couch with your phone pressed up to your ear. You'd received a call from one of your exes and now you're listening to him ramble on about how harshly life's been treating him since you left.
You swear you were seconds from hanging up the phone, but you were never quite given a chance to do so since the sound of your husband returning home from a long day of work pulled you out of the dully dragging, one-sided conversation. Before you could turn your head towards the hallway that led to the front door, you felt this sudden weight shifting down onto the backs of your thighs.
When you glanced back over your shoulder, Gojo was giving you this deceivingly innocent smile as his big hands moved to slide against your sides.
You gave him a greeting smile of your own before he leaned down to kiss at your forehead.
Then his ears caught the familiar voice on your phone.
He'd been no stranger to this ex of yours since you'd shared the many, many horror stories about what you'd experienced with the him over the years. But, Gojo wasn't in much of a mood to care or question you about it right now.
Not after the looooong day of work he's hadâhaving spent the majority of it fantasizing about returning home to his beautiful wife.
Hence why it only takes one short push of his hips for you to feel the lump of his cock bulging out against his slacks and pressing into the cushioning of your ass. You gasp at it but quickly cover it up with a fake cough before the idiot on the phone could ask you any questions about it.
Then you look back at your husband again, only to find that all his attention is on your ass. His hands move to squish your cheeks together as he bites his lip, cheeks hued in blush just from how aroused he already is. Fuck, he'd been thinking about thisâabout youâall damn day.
And now you're in his hands, all soft 'n pliant for him. Gojo feels you glaring at him from just beyond his peripherals but he still doesn't care. In fact, he lifts one of his hands to wave your starring off entirelyâsilently signaling you to focus on your little phone call instead of what he's doing.
You let it slide for the time being and turn your head away with a roll of your eyes, humming into the phone in response to whatever your ex had last uttered to you.
This continues on for a few minutes with nothing unusual happening until Gojo smacks at your ass and you feel his cock rutting in between the valley of the two mounds. His pants are still keeping him constrained but it doesn't do much to conceal how much he's twitching beneath the fabric.
Nor does it aid with how hot you begin to get as he shamelessly begins to hump you. The sounds of his soft pants fan out from behind you and you're hoping this is all he'll do before he cums and leaves you to work your way off the phone.
Unfortunately for you, that's not at all what happens.
Gojo's hands get greedier as his dick gets impossibly harder and you feel his palms sneaking to your waist for a moment before he slips them right under you. Your stomach is given a soft squeeze as he smiles and then his hands are traveling up to your titsâsuccessfully groping at them in sync with the rocking of his hips.
Sometimes you think he forgets just how big he is. Those long limbs of his are straddling your legs but that doesn't help with the weight of his firm body pressing down against you.
Then he has the nerve to crane over to your other ear. "Need you," Gojo whispers whilst his hips thrust lightly, his hands having snuck under your shirt by now.
He thoroughly cups your breasts and lets his fingers dig into your flesh while leaking an embarrassing amount of pre into his boxersâthe moisture seeping through enough to leave a wet patch against his dark pants.
Before you can mute the phone to respond to himâor do anything, reallyâhe's kissing at the side of your neck and muttering into your skin, "Gonna fuck you now, okay?â
As quickly as you can, you move the phone away from your ear and hope it doesn't catch your voice as you huff, âSatoru, wait.â
âShhhh, you told me whenever I want, remember?â He cuts off quickly. His hands are moving right after he says that, reaching the flimsy waistband of your bottoms and tugging them down along with your moderately soaked panties to reveal your naked skin.
You look back with a pout on your face, gesturing slightly towards your phone, âButââ
Gojo meets eyes with you shortly while his hands fly to his thick belt to tug it out the way and then unzip his pants. His chin nods towards that pesky call of yours, âWho is that anyway?â He asks as if not already aware.
âUh," You swallow thickly, "Remember uhm⊠Naoya?â
Unbothered, your husband flashes a smile. âOhhh, thatâs your ex, right?â He hums back to you. Your head nods in response and he scoffs in between his fingers steadily unzip his pants, âFuck's he want?â
âHe said I-, ahâSatoru..â Your breathy moan was prompted by the heavy thump of his cock against your ass with all its veiny weight as Gojo lets it bob and then slap at your cheeks.
Still looking at you, âHe said you what?â Gojo asks.
Your lashes flutterâand despite the hushed back and forth going on here, your clueless ex is still talking to himself on your phone. ââSaid he found some stuff I left over at his place, and then went rambling on from there.â
You mostly expected this to be the part where Gojo acts out of possessiveness or jealousy, but to your surprise, he only shrugs. "Why didnât you hang up?â
âI was curious," You tell him honestly.
He nods, âOh yeah?â
Your eyes drop to the way his hand is rubbing along his cockhead, smearing his own pre around his pinkened tip and leaving it to glisten under the dim living room lighting.
Then you gulp, â...I figured something might be wrong, but heâs just talking to me n-normally,â Your stammers come from his cockhead shhlicking down between your folds, kissing your hole all sloppy.
âMh. Alright,â Gojo murmurs, nodding his head toward the phone again as his attention falls elsewhere, âKeep listening to him then.â
âBut I thought you wanted toââ
His hand finds the back of your head all of a sudden and he pushes your face down against the couch cushions a bit, doing so to muffle the expected moan thatâs ripped out of your throat as he bucks his hips forward all meanly.
âYou heard what I said.â He warns as he watches you shakingly obey via drawing the phone back up to your ear. âUhuh, donât even worry about me, sweetheart. Just let me use this pussy tilâ Iâm satisfied. Pretend Iâm not even here.â
Itâs quite difficult to do that as Gojo wastes no time sprawling the lips of your pussy out around his wide shaft. Those gorgeous white lashes of his flutter in relief as he first begins to feed his cock into your cunt, eyeing the way you suck him in despite having to bite down on the couch to stop yourself from moaning directly into the phone call.
In courtesy of said call, your husband is even nice enough to go easy on you!
âŠFor the first few minutes, anyway.
It doesnât take much longer before his hands are properly anchoring your body down against the couch via your hips and his thrusting is timed perfectly with each time you try to open your mouth and speak to that stupid ex of yours.
The first few times you were able to play your moans off as a cough and told the bummy Naoya that youâd probably come down with a cold or something. You knew if you tried to work your way off the phoneâeven though youâd been doing so long before Gojo got homeâyour husband would probably punish you by edging you tilâ your legs lost functionality in them and your pussy was a leaking mess all over this very couch.
So, you did your best to maintain the one-sided conversation for as long as you could. The only bad thing about it was that your talking and moaning made you squeeze Gojoâs cock all the more tighter and he fucking loved it.
He just couldnât get enough of how wet this was getting youâhow you seemed to relish in this kinda situation. It quickly let him know that this should be a reoccurring thing he does.
Free use is one thing, but executing it only when youâre talking to someone else was definitely in Gojoâs best interest now.
So in between him purposefully waiting until youâre mid-response to fuck you harder, heâd angle himself over and talk into your other ear all nasty, âYeahhhh, you like this, donât you? Getting fucked real good while that pathetic ex of yours rambles to you? Makes me wonder if youâd be this wet if I did this more oftenâfuck you while youâre on the phoneâŠâ
Then his hand would come down against your ass again, the smack surely loud enough to be heard on the phone.
âWhat was that?â Naoyaâs grating voice asks through the call.
You bite down a little harder on the bit of cushion you already had in between your teeth so you could drool out a moan before lifting your face up and gasping. âM-My husband dropped something. Donât worry about it,â You breathed out.
The man on the other end of your phone didnât seem too convinced but he was in the middle of explaining something before he interrupted himself with his own question so, he returned right back to the topic.
Gojoâs lips curl against your earâhaving picked up on the sly way in which you tried to remind Naoya that youâre married, clearly hoping that it would get the call to end sooner.
âShould I wait tilâ you get a call from work next time?â He grunts into your ear just as his cock knocks into your cervix, smearing the area over with a glimmer of his glossy precum. âThink you could hold in your moans if I did that?â
You mindlessly move the phone away from your mouth and let your maw hang open as you look back at him, âToru..â
Gojo gives you a toothy smile before shaking his head and tugging your body back to meet his heavy thrusts, âUh-uh, answer my question.â
His hand then tugs your face all the way up by your jaw and the phone falls as he plows into you. In doing so, he also manages to force your body into this nasty arch against the couch that has all noises heard by your ex on the phone.
You even hear Naoyaâs sentences fall short as he pauses for a long moment and listens closely. Then, âThe fuck is that noiseââ
Plap plap plap!
The smacking of Gojoâs hips to your ass is picked up by your phone in the best of quality, each slap of skin heard perfectly by the man on that call.
Eyes narrowing on his end, even though you canât see it, Naoya glances at his phone sideways and his face twists up, ââAre youâŠâ
âMmgh! Fuuck, Satoruu,â You choke out helplessly. âR-Right theree, ah!â
The sudden encouragement from your lips is exactly what eggs Gojo on into grunting all loudly and leaning his body up. The prone bone position you two have been neatly tucked into this entire time is unmoving as he continues to pull you back onto his cock.
He moans upon feeling you cumming around him and leaving this creamy mess all over the thumping veins that decorate his length.
Shamelessly talking at a normal volume as if that call of yours isnât ongoing. âThere she iss, thereâs my perfect wife.â Then Gojo reaches over and swipes up the phone, talking right into it, âSounds sâpretty doesnât she?â
Naoyaâs spewing and sputtering out curses to the both of you but Gojo tosses the device faster than he has time to hear or care. Then his hands pin you down against the couch by your waist and his bucking becomes insistent.
The couch moves slightly, scraping the floor with how rough he was being before Gojo lets his leg slide off slightly so he can steady himself. Then one of his hands move to the side of the couch to hold it still while his dick angles somewhere to the left inside you.
You sometimes forget just how big ân strong your husband isâhow easily he can fold your body and handle the janky movement of furniture at the same time. And it seems youâd forgotten it so much that now you were trying to run from him a bit.
He notices how your hips pull away whenever he tugs them onto himself and the cute attempt makes him grin. To distract you from your futile attempts of escaping him, Gojo weighs his head to the side and huffs, âYou uh, you never answered my question, sweet thing.â
Your eyes roll back almost instantly and the man feels his heart throb at how pretty you look getting fucked out on him already. âYes, âToru. Hnngh-, fuck! Iâd love it if you-, ohmygod⊠i-if you did this more often,â You moan to him.
âBabyyyyy,â Gojo coos, pearly sloshes of cum quickly pouring out from the head of his cock but not stopping nor slowing that bullying pace of his, âThatâs so slutty of you. Wonder where you got that from.â
You just barely send a glare back his way. âD-Donât act innocent.â
His brows shoot upward and he grins cheekily, âHmm?â Itâs almost like he wasnât actively flooding your insides with cum. âAre you implying that I turned you into this?â You nod and he tuts, âSay it then.â
You hated loved when he challenged you like thisâas if you were scared to admit it or something. Swallowing down your moans firmly enough to breathe, âYou did this to me, Satoru.â
That dopey smile of his returns to his stupidly angelic face and heâs fucking his cum into you realâ good whilst talking, âOh yeah? Whatâd I do, baby? Talk to me nice.â
âR-Ruined me,â You cry out with drool dribbling out from the corner of your mouth, âTurned me into a slut for you.â
âFuck yeah I did,â Gojo replies proudly. Then he looks down and rocks his hips forward before stilling himself inside you just to feel you clench and unclench around him. âNow, are you gonna cum for me again or do I have to get that ex of yours on FaceTime?â
Your eyes widen, âYou wouldnât.â
âHah,â The phone he tossed earlier is swiped right back up and you hear that signature ringing faster than you have time to process anything.
Naoya answers after only two rings. Though, it should be noted that he never even hung up the regular call.
âThe fuck?â He spits as heâs met with your husband angling the phone up just right to show his smothered cock tucked inside you.
Gojo moves to tap at your head next, meeting eyes with you for half a second once you glance back at him, âSmile for me, sweetheart.â
â Nanami Kento
âYou said anytime I want, my love.â
You didnât think he would finger you while you had company.
Two thick fingers were idly rubbing against your pussy over the fabric of your pantiesâa small blanket the only thing concealing the sight.
You whispered back to the man as quietly as you could, not wanting to deal with what was to come if anyone around you two figured out what exactly was going on under that blanket, âKento this is absurd!â
âShh, shh," Nanami hummed deeply, his eyes trained forward just over your shoulder whilst his fingers continued with their motions, "I canât hear the movie.â
A frown took over the shape of your lips, âButââ
Already annoyed, âShut up,â He cut off before glancing away from the TV screen to make sure no one was looking at you both. With no peering eyes found, he decides now as a good time to stuff your mouth full of his free fingers. âIsn't this so much better? Now suck.â
Your cunt twitched against the digits he had neatly rubbing against you and he took that as a sweet reply from you, your lips slowly molding around his fingers before you bobbed your head forward ever so slightly.
You made sure to keep the sounds of your sucking to a quiet slurp that could easily pass off as one of you sipping on somethingâand this surprisingly worked just fine for the next few minutes.
...At least until Nanami pulled your panties to the side.
Then his fingers lifted away from your skin for a few seconds to allow your poor pussy a moment to throb 'n clench around nothing before he smacked! at it lightly. The wet plp that rang out into the space surrounding you both surprisingly wasn't loud enough to cause any heads to turn.
Which, of course, was what you preferred.
But it did cause you to moan, "Ken," as his fingers fell from your mouth.
He tipped his mouth up to your ear for a moment and made sure his words didn't escape the space between you whatsoever, âTheyâll catch on if you keep moaning my name like that.â
Despite his warning, he purposefully begins to feed his thiiiick fingers past your dewy entranceâwhich accepts him nicely via squelching hotly in between your thighs.
âFuck,â You whine after bringing some of the blanket up to cover the bottom half of your face.
As if that would properly conceal your sounds or something...
Nanami's behind you grinning as his free hand fingers your hip and forces your body to push back 'n forth against the very prominent erection in his pants, âCan you feel me? Feel what this does to me?â He asks softly, breath cascading down the side of your shoulder now, âFuck, Iâve been thinking about this all day. Seems like you have too.â
Just as he points that out, he's poking two fingers into your cunt and letting the tips of them swipe against your sopping wallsâearning a gorgeous gloss of liquid arousal to spurt out from where you're currently connected.
Your body naturally slumps back against his a bit as your legs sprawl out some more over his. âPlease...â You huff, unsure of what exactly you were even begging for.
âYour squirming will only make it worse, y'know," Nanami warns far too kindly.
âNngh-," You moan again.
It's almost like you were caring less and less about the surrounding company!
âYou're a mess, my love. Can you really not handle a couple fingers without my others in your mouth?â He sighs, sparing you no time to answer, and letting his fingers scissor out against your walls as they dig further into you.
He easily fucks himself knuckle deep and leaves his pointer and pinky to press into the plush of your surrounding skin.
Then, after plugging your mouth up with his digits yet againâsince you can't seem to behave without themâhis whispers felt like warm honey against your ear, "I suppose this means I can go faster now, no?"
âMmgh!â Your grumbling around his digits truly has his cock aching in his pants. But he doesn't want to fuck you in front of everyone like this.
At least, not yet.
Though, the thought is most definitely tempting.
You figure this much based on how taunting his voice soothes out against your ear again, âDo you want them to see you like this, darling?â Then his fingers slide against the center of your tongue whilst his others curve into your cunt, âShould I move this blanket and let them?â
Your head shakes frantically and you even move a hand of your own to push at the one he's got buried in between your thighs, inaudibly begging for some sort of break or moment to at least gather your thoughts.
âOhhh, donât do that.â Nanami purrs in this suddenly condescending tone, tongue peeping out past his lips to lick a stripe against the side of your neck. Then his words feel just as warm and feverish as his breath is all pressed up against your skin, âI think you want it. You want me to toss this blanket and let everyone here watch me fuck you.â
âM-Mmph!â You grumble before slithering your tongue in between the fingers he's got lodged past your wobbly lips.
âLook at you, practically crying for it," He adds on in reference to your currently sobbing cunt. If only he could see how wet you had his slacks right now. Feeling it is one thing, of course, but he knows setting his eyes on it directly is another thing in itself entirely. âYou want all our neighbors to see how pretty you look bouncing on my cock?â
Nanami slides his fingers out of your mouth just to let you respond with the quiet whimper of his name, âKento..â
âI want them to see," He admits naughtily, âWant them to watch how wide I stretch you, watch how I make this pretty cunt squirt⊠shit.â Now his fingers were diving in and out of you at a faster rate, sloshing left 'n right each time they came out to slander your slick all over the place.
A friend or two surely caught on to what was happening under that blanket by now.
But... you think both you and Nanami lost it in yourselves to care enough by this point.
Which is confirmed and doubled down on as your head angles back and you lose all your senses with the way you kiss him.
Nanami groans lowly into your mouth, the sound vibrational. Then he sears his next array of admissions in between your lips, âMmh, I knew it. You want it too, huh?â
âYeah,â You huff, nodding slightly.
Neither of you were thinking things through at all. Moreso him than you, though.
Which is proven in the next number of minutes just after Nanami adjusts his cock out of his pants and works it past your quivering ring of resistance in slow motion. The wide stretch had your body squirming all over the place and the hand that covered your mouth was most certainly a necessity by this point.
Although one or two people in the room had caught on to what might have been happening between you and Nanami, they couldn't be entirely sure just yet. It was still dark in the room and the TV was loud enough in the moment to mask your muffled cries of pleasure.
âIf you moan too loud, Iâm moving the blanket and fucking you in front of everyone for real," Nanami warnedâtrying his best to at least let you try to give this a solid attemp-
âK-Kennn,â You whimper beyond the palm of his hand, killing that attempt entirely.
With a scoff, âOh. You don't think I'm being serious, do you?â
One moment his cock is fully inside of you and the next... the blanket flies off.
Shit.
â Choso Kamo
Legs pressed up to his chest, thighs clasped together tightly, and something hot ân rock hard rutted in between themâoccasionally nudging in between your folds and against your clitâyou were woken up to the sight of your rather depraved boyfriend fucking your thighs.
Whimpering as quietly as he could, âFuckFuckFuckFuck-, nnngh⊠fuuuck-,â Choso gasped all pathetically.
The two of you had been napping and cuddling together just minutes ago but then he woke up so painfully hard with his cock already crammed up against the pretty curve of your ass. He just couldn't help himself!
And surely you didn't expect him to ignore his boner when you specifically told him that if he ever needed you, he could have youâno matter the place or situation.
So when you turned over in your sleep and he saw how nicely your thighs were hugging one another, he just couldn't help but imagine what his flushed cock would look like smudged in between them. He's already shown you time 'n time before that he's dangerously obsessed with your thighs.
Well, technically he's obsessed with all parts of you but, something about your thighs make him dizzy in his own arousal. Every time Choso has you riding his face, his hands are always groping and squishing your thighs. And he can't deny how attractive he thinks it is when you've just finished sucking him off and his cum spills down past your face and into the perfect crease of your clamped legs.
Which is exactly why he didn't waste much time repositioning himself so that he could hold your legs up now and slowly nudge his dick in between your legs. He tried to be careful of rubbing against your cunt as he held your limbs up against his chest with one bulky arm, the other propped somewhere to the side of him so that he'd be in a decent enough position to thrust against you.
âS-So pretty,â Choso grunted as he saw just how much he came already. Creamy globs of cum coated the entirety of his cock and smeared all nastily along your inner thighs, making it easy for his still-rigid length to slide back and forth now. All while he whispers, âI love you, baby. Love f-fucking you like this.â
His pelvis would clash with the back of your legs over and over again, the rough motion hard enough to have your torso rocking further up against the bed. If not for the pillows he adroitly set behind your head prior to getting off with your legs, you surely would've woken up from the top of your head knocking into the headboard.
Luckily enough for Choso, you wake up from feeling the other thing he'd been trying to avoidâthe friction his cock created against your pussy.
It was an accident, really. He wanted to use your thighs really quickly and then go back to cuddling with you as if nothing ever happened but... well, after he came the first few times he was still hard.
He had to do something about it, right?"
âGo faster, Cho,â You're heard murmuring while your sleepily rub over your eyes, âCâmon, if you're gonna fuck my thighs like this then do it properly.â
âO-Ohh shiiiit,â Choso's breath gets tangled up almost immediately. He saw that you started to move and knew you were waking up but he didn't expect you to start talking to him like that so abruptly.
Then you give him a cute, but groggy smile as he mindlessly follows your instructions and picks up his pace, âThere you goâgood boyyy.â
Choso's eyes roll back and his hips are moving uncontrollably now. He probably would've ended up like this even if you didn't say anything but fuck, now that you have? Oh, the poor man was done for.
âGonna cum,â He pants, watching through glossed eyes as you move your hand out to stroke at his cock each time it slots through the small gap he's created in between your thighs, âGonna cum on you-, shit. Your thighs are sâwarm.. They-, hahh-,â Heâs cut off by you squeezing your legsâhis eyes rolling back, headboard knocking up against the wall, and raw, husky groans pouring out of him.
Then you watch silky strings of cum spurt from his flustered tip, landing all over your torso, and even flying up to hit your mouth a little.
Choso's brows are left taut as he tries his best to keep himself from falling over on top of you and tugging your pajamas off just to plop his creamy cock inside you. Instead, he maintains his balance just fine and sways his head to the right before looking down at the way his dick is rubbing against your core again.
âDoes it feel good for you too?â He pants cutely, doe-like eyes running up to your face, âCan you still feel me there? Against your pussy?â
You've clasped your bottom lip in between your teeth by now and your hand is left wet from his cum but you still manage a nod in response. To which Choso releases an eased sigh.
Then he leans up to properly, keeping his body steady on his knees and wrapping his other arm around you to come and pinch your clit somewhere in between his somewhat jittery grinds.
âChoso,â You call out in surprise, your hand flying down to hold his wrist.
He flashes this fucked-out little grin your way, answering his own question, âMhmm, you cann. Fuck, youâre so wet from this.â
You let off a moan and then smile right back at him, âSo are you.â
âUhuh,â He gasps, âA-Always wet for my girl.â
You giggle at his dazed way of speaking now, wondering distantly just how many times he came while you were sound asleep, âI donât think thatâs how it works, baby.â
Choso's eyes soften in awe of you. âDonât laugh at me,â He says with his plump bottom lip begining to poke out.
You gesture your hand out for him to come closer to you, âAwh, câmere. Donât pout.â
Casually ignoring you, your boyfriend naturally presses your legs down flat against your chest and his cock pops out from in between your thighs, dangling in the air with a drooling string of cum dripping from his flushed head.
Then he uses his strength to hold you down with one hand, the other grabbing ahold of his dick and letting it pat against your pussyâwatching the way your plump lips press out around his shape through the fabric of your panties.
âYouâre soaked from all that," He points out, noticing how the majority of your underwear is a dark shade indicating just how wet you'd gotten from waking up to his actions.
âChoso..." You murmur as you unconsciously send him a frown.
He looks up at your face, âAw, now youâre the one pouting.â
Accompanying his words is a steady build up of something sloppy rubbing back 'n forth against the outline of your pussy. He doesn't really feel like taking your panties off or even moving them out of the way just yet, wanting to drag out your need for him as punishment for your first act towards him being those taunting words you threw his way earlier.
âStop teasing,â You end up whining after the first few slips of his dick.
Normally you'd be all for this kinda thing but considering you woke up and immediately got horny from seeing your boyfriend finally taking advantage of the free use you'd given him months ago, it was a bit difficult for you not to be impatient now.
Choso lets out a hot breath as he decides to try something a little different. You'd already seen enough of his pathetic needy side for the day so, he figures it's time he switches it up now. Rasping out a rather commanding, âSay please.â
âPlease?â You beg instantly while sending him that look you know makes him absolutely weak for you.
For the first time in foreve, Choso manages to ignore that look of yours and tips his head back a bit while thrusting his cockhead in between your drooling slitâbumping his own against your clit. âA little more than that,â He requests in a softened tone, âSay, âcan I please have your cock, chosoâ?â
âIâŠâ You swallow thickly at firstâcaught entirely off guard by his specific request. The worst part about it was the fact that you know he felt the way your cunt went twitching and clenching in reaction, yearning to be stuffed full of him sooner rather than later, âCan I please have your cock, Choso?â
âGood girl," He hums in between the slightly shy smile he sends down to you, "Now you get your reward."
Your panties are torn right off within the following moment. Choso hadn't exactly meant to rip the fabric off of you like that but, y'know, he was still just as needy for you as you were for him.
He couln't help himself!
When his cock finally begins to push against your hole, he breaks your legs open and displays this whorish look you've never seen from him before. Sounding far too confident as he hums, âGonna fuck you tilâ youâre wishing I kept using your thighs now, princess.â
As if he doesn't end up cumming not even a minute after being inside yo.
Summary - Impaled on the lap of Dr. Victor Gideon and unable to escape, you take some time to think of the developments which have led you to this point.
The first time Dr. Victor Gideon had tried to fuck you was an experience like nothing else.
More monster than man, your journey from one of his facility employees to something much more complicated was one for the books, but one thing which had remained consistent for some time was that your sexual encounters were limited to the use of hands and mouths. A necessity as you grew slowly and steadily more accustomed to his terrifying physicality.
It wasnât just the size of his cock, easily double anything you had experienced or even seen before, but also the unnatural cold of his touch that had taken some getting used to. But, get used to it you had and your shivers were now a mixture of both the chill and the arousal which the relentless, possessive touch inspired. There was also the issue of Victorâs teeth and tongue. The latter darkened and forked in the way that no human tongue should be, it did nothing to deter from the clear talent he possessed in using it to drive you to ruin as he devoured you with the same dedication he offered any of his other work projects.
You had tried once, quite early on in your midnight encounters when the other staff were otherwise occupied, to fully take him within your cunt after a heated and prolonged dry-ride in his work chair. The arousal was there, as was the determination, but the pain of the terrible stretch had proven too great to handle and Victorâs frustrations had been equally as vocal as your own.
âDo you feel me, pet? Do you feel the tension in my body? That control?â Victor had asked, his typically soft voice holding a harsh edge as his hands wrapped around your waist to hold you securely in place â allowing you to feel the tightness in his grip and the coil of pure strength within the thick muscles.
âYeah.â You had gasped out. âI feel it.â
âThatâs the only thing stopping me from tearing you apart.â He confessed in a rush, golden eyes flashing in the low light of his office.
âOne push and you would take me, all of me. Yes, it would hurt. Yes, you would be torn in ways that I would have to mend. But you would take me. Do you know why Iâm not doing that?â
âNo, Victor.â The fear of him melted into your arousal, cunt clenching around the teasing tip of his cock as its girth spread wide across your hole, unable to breach.
His face lit up at the admission, gaze crinkling and lips tilting as he gazed into your face with something which made you feel like a baby bird trapped in the mouth of a predator.
âBecause you may yet prove to be part of my salvation and I know we can work together to create something divine.â
Since that fateful night, Victor had made good on his word and, like any good doctor, he had designed and implemented a rigorous testing schedule of his stimuli to ensure optimal success.
It started with fingers; one, two, and finally â once your body had acclimatised â three, and his talents in scissoring those digits wide to stretch and open you up without causing too much damage past the gnawing inescapable pressure was impressive. He was a doctor, a man with a more intimate knowledge of human anatomy than maybe any sane person should and he used that understanding for his own benefit.
For your benefit.
After much effort and stretching, progress was quickly made and the pain as he was finally able to fully press the wide, slightly flared head of his cock within your hole had been enough to make you come undone.
With a scream, your fingers had clawed against his snakeskin duster as the sudden, inescapable fullness forced a gush of liquid to coat his cock as you spasmed around him. Having never squirted before, the shock of it had made you cry out as heat flooded your cheeks and you stammered out an apology once you had regained control of your senses.
Victor, however, had gasped in open delight, his hand instantly dropping to press into the mess which now coated his groin and dark pants as he crooned his astonishment.
âMarvellous. Beautiful. Such excitement. For me.â His fingers, coated in your mess, came to his lips and his blackened tongue slipped out for a taste, the forked ends massaging his fingertips. âIt requires further attention, a new thread to add to our game.â
With a stuttered grunt, he had thrown dignity to the wind as he pressed his two digits greedily into his mouth. At the same moment, his cock had jerked within your cunt and immediately flooded you with his shameless release â his delight in your unravelling. It was shocking in terms of both the heat which seared along your quivering walls and the sheer volume of his seed as he filled you with a selfish, undeniable possession.
Even now, his fascinations with your bodily functions had only deepened as his constant experiments had revealed aspects of your body and pleasure to him in ways even you had never known were possible.
And, in that regard, you learned to appreciate the man the monster could be.
Victorâs tongue circling your nipple, the buds kept sensitive by his constant touching and suckling, the forked ends twist to lap across the peaking nub as your hand tightens in the messy strands which sit along the back of his neck.
Youâve both already come, his refractory period inhumane enough to keep up with the natural boons which your feminine body offers, and the mess of his release as it coats your cunt â both inside and out â feels wickedly cool as the air brushes across it.
His cock is still buried within you, the screaming muscles once again forced to stretch wildly to accommodate his impressive size and every slight shift of his length only serves to deepen that now-familiar ache which makes your gut feel hollow and your legs numb.
âDr. Gideon,â you use his title with a desperate edge, knowing how much he enjoys listening to it spill from your lips, âplease, I donât think I can take anymore.â
âYouâre not quite filled yet, sweet thing. As long as there is room, you will keep taking me as I make a mess of that pretty skin.â
His fingers had filled you first, two thick digits stroking along your walls to ignite fire using your g-spot while his mouth attached itself to your clit like it was built for it. It was a dual sensation which time had shown would quickly grow to make your knees shake and your back arch to the point of discomfort as you filled his mouth with your arousal.
Victor had only let you up after you had come twice in wicked succession, easily using the slick of your release and the natural slackness which came with arousal to bully his cock within your cunt. The intrusion, as brutal as ever, had forced another orgasm as he took his time on his latest project; working on the depths at which you could take him.
âYou like my mess.â Tone more accusatory as you would like as you adjust in his lap and swallow another half inch of his cock, you tug at the lapels of his duster as your thumbs tease at the grey expanse of skin on show beneath it.
âMy greed for it knows no limits.â
Victor replies quietly, refusing to pull his head from your chest even as the size difference makes such a feat difficult; his body bending at an angle which would spark an easy backache in the average person. In that regard, his snakelike movements do have their benefit and you arch your back for his benefit.
His left hand leaves your hip, travelling upwards until two fingers pinch at your chin â the jingle of his rings and the chain which connects some of them to his bracelet ringing out quietly. His other hand pulls you down sharply, forcing another inch of his relentless cock within your cunt, uncaring how the stretch makes you stiffen and cry out.
You snatch your chin free of his grip in an instant, burying your mixed scream of discomfort and arousal in his hand as you bite at the side of his pointer finger with blunted teeth. Victor shudders at the sensation of your teeth against his skin and your walls flutter around his length as it jerks slightly, the small movement being felt throughout your entire lower body.
âFuck, Victor.â Throwing caution to the wind, you tug more harshly at his hair as you push his head back down to your chest and thrust your tit into his mouth to encourage him to treat you in kind, his sharpened teeth immediately grazing your nipple at the obvious invite.
He wasnât the only one to suffer the sin of greed and if your body was going to be ruined by the monster then what other choice was there but to meet him on the path to your own destruction.
â CW â making amateur 'home movies', Xavier; cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, Zayne; unprotected sex, backshots, cumshot, Rafayel; oviposition, breeding kink, mating press, belly bulge, Sylus; blow jobs, pet name (kitten), edging, begging? Caleb; camgirl, masturbation, video sex
â NOTES â I saw a ff16 Clive edit to p*rnstar by nessa barrett and the thirst inspired me somehow oops
XAVIER
Making a sex tape never really crossed Xavier's mind. Mainly because he doesn't see the need for it. He's already between your legs at every opportunity he gets, and he has every part of you memorized.
He only agrees because you want it for when he disappears on long missions.
It's hard to keep your phone steady when Xavier is ravenous between your thighs, sucking your sensitive pearl between his glistening pink lips.
He kisses your clit one last time before looking up between your thighs at the camera. "Get a good angle?"
You wish your phone could pick up on the pink flush across his cheeks, but the view otherwise is downright sinful. The lower half of his face is coated in your juices as he takes in your wrecked state with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Mm, not really," you muse, zooming in a bit to fill the screen with his pretty face. You're sure half the video is either pitch black or just shots of the top of his head. It's hard to focus on keeping anything in frame when he's slotting his tongue in your cunt.
"I can hold it. You just focus on feeling good," he suggests, already prying your phone away.
You're about to argue that he can't do all the work when his fingers sink into your pussy, sliding past your slick folds without any resistance to the knuckle. A weak gasp is your only response as you sink against the pillows, instantly forgetting whatever argument that was on the tip of your tongue.
Your mind too muddled in pleasure to resist as he fingers you, curling his fingers and adding one more to stretch you open. Once his mouth joins, sucking and grinding his tongue on your clit, your body jolts in response.
"Ah, Xavier!" Your free hands pull at his silvery locks as he hums against your pussy. You rock your hips against his mouth, chasing your peak, feeling it riseâhot and fast. Almost too fast.
He strokes your walls expertly with his long fingers, having memorized every inch of you already, knowing exactly what spots make your toes curl and your back arch.
But this time, what he's doing is something else, something too intense.
"Wait, wait I- I think-" You attempt to scramble away to but he keeps two hands firmly on your hips, gripping you so tight you have no choice but to take it.
You come hard and fast, back arching against the sheets, crying his name. He doesn't take his mouth off you, licking up every drop that gushes on his tongue. By the time he comes up, the lower half of his face is glistening with your juices.
You try to steady your breathing, head spinning and legs still shaking in the aftermath.
"Did I just-" You trail off when your cheeks start to burn. The sheets below you are wet against your skin.
"Yeah," he says, an almost dreamy sigh comes after as he licks his lips clean, wiping off the cum streaked across his cheek with his hand.
You notice his other hand still gripping your hip. "Xavier? Where's the camera?"
You look off to the side where your phone is laying face down. Who knows how long it's been there? You shoot him a glare. He has the audacity to look innocent with his eyes going round.
"Oops, my hand slipped," he pouts, cupping your sensitive pussy. "Take two? I can make you squirt again for the camera."
ZAYNE
He has a secret (not so secret to you) collection of all your nudes and videos in a private folder on his phone. He thumbs through them whenever he misses you.
He LOVES adding to his collection. His favorites are the close up shots of your body preferably with his cum splashed on your back or leaking from your cunt. Welcome to my pervert Zayne agendaâŠ
"I think she's ready." Zayne parts your folds with two fingers, bringing the camera up to record the way your cunt drools down your thighs. He collects the slick on his fingers, smearing it back over your swollen lips.
You bury your face into the pillows, feeling completely exposed to not only Zayne's eyes but the cold lens of the camera. Your thighs are aching from how long you've been propped, ass up for him as he gets his perfect shot.
He pulls the camera away before sucking the mess off his fingers.
"Please," you moan, rocking your hips back to press against his obvious bulge. All the teasing he's done to you while holding himself back has only gotten him even more worked up. You peel your face from the pillow to look back at him. Your pouty lips and watery eyes only earn you a low groan.
"You're beautiful," he says, moving the camera to snap a photo of your expression. "Stay like that."
You bite your lip. He looks about to burst right then. The camera clicks rapidly a few more times as he adjusts the angle. It's a huge ego boost knowing how easily you can turn Zayne on and how obsessed he is with you and your body, how easily it gets him hard just thinking about all your curves and your pretty face on the edge of ecstasy.
"I know pictures last longer, but I can't," you murmur, pressing harder against his cock.
"Sorry, I can't help myself when it comes to you," he confesses, sliding his hand down the expanse of your back, massaging a handful of your ass. He undresses himself with one hand, the other never leaving your skin.
You watch his dexterous fingers move down the buttons of his shirt, popping off each one by one to expose more and more pale skin. You almost wish you had your phone to record too.
Zayne slips his shirt off and undoes his pants. His cock, neglected by his desire to focus on getting the perfect photo of you, springs against his belly once freed, already weeping and red.
You spread your legs wider as he aligns his tip with your slick, tight cunt. He eases in slow, hissing at the way you squeeze him, hands gripping your waist to pull you onto him.
Your lashes flutter as he pushes in until he bottoms out. It's so good to finally have something filling you other than his fingers. "F-Fuck, feels like 'm gonna come already," you moan, as he rubs at your swollen clit.
"Don't hold back then." Zayne takes all of his pent up energy out on your poor, sensitive cunt. You squeal into the pillows, grasping for stability as his thrusts punch into you rhythmically.
The peek of your orgasm approaches fast and so does his as his thrusts growing more and more unrestrained.
He pulls out, using his hand to get himself the rest of the way, before coming in a hot stream over your back.
"Hold still," he orders, still catching his breath. The camera clicks again. "Perfect."
RAFAYEL
The two of you have a secret porn account. No faces, just fucking. The face you make when you come around his cock is just for him.
The account blew up because of one thingâthe ovipostion. People are fascinated, glued to the screen watching as he breeds you with his eggs. The comments are always feral and begging to see just how much you can take before you break.
"I'm stretching you out good, huh?" Rafayel all but purrs as he folds your thighs to your chest. "Getting you nice and ready for my eggs."
His presses down on your abdomen where his cock is spearing your walls with each hard thrust. You squeal and squirm against his unrelenting pressure but don't get anywhere.
"S-So full," you slur, grabbing onto his hand and blinking away the tears gathering in your waterline.
"You're so cute like this. Are you gonna cry?" He thrusts his hips once, hitting that spongy sensitive spot, making you clench around him. You've already come twice now in preparation for his eggs, so every little movement is making you writhe.
"Ah! Ngh, R-Raf!" You yelp, the tears in your eyes spilling over, hand clawing at his hips.
He dutifully wipes them away for you. "What, my beloved?"
"I-"
"Can't speak?" He takes the camera that was set up on a tripod, pointed at your entwined bodies, and brings it to where you connect. "We can let this do the talking then."
The slick sounds of his intense thrusts mixing with your desperate pants are no doubt getting picked up by the mic.
"Hah, f-fuckâready, beautiful?" He pants.
You nod, mouth and tongue failing you when you feel the swell of his cock. It stretches you until you're trembling around him, cunt throbbing as your body tries adjusting to the new size.
No matter how many times you've done this, you still tense up in the beginning.
But you guess that's what people like. Listening to you whimper, watching you squirm.
"Breathe," he reminds you, low enough that the phone won't hear. A comfort for only you. His own breathing is drawn, close to a whimper as the first egg passes from him to you.
When it begins to slide in, kissing your cervix, you claw at Rafayel's chest, trying your best not to jostle him for the camera.
The tears flow down your temples, breath growing quicker. Whimpers and sobs falling from your lips as the egg, no bigger than your fist, breaches your womb. It sits snug inside you, jostling with each thrust, but there's still more to come.
Your thoughts drift as another egg is deposited into you, knocking against the other one seated in your womb. The bump of your stomach growing more and more visible and the fullness in your womb makes you shift. "Mmph-"
Rafayel grabs your hips to keep you still. "Ah, no moving. Gotta show the audience how good you take it."
You try your best to breathe through it, laying as still as possible as another slips into you, eyes nearly rolling back. Three round eggs sit nicely inside you, heavy and filling.
He pulls out of you slow, careful not to jostle you too much, and turns the camera off before tossing it onto the bed. Editing can wait. First, he needs to tend to you. He laughs at your dazed expression. "Still alive?"
You mumble something, tongue still tied, resting a hand on the bump of your abdomen.
Rafayel lowers himself to kiss the swell. "You did so well."
(NOW IMAGINE IF HE HAD TWO CO- *blows up*)
Check out a comic of this scene by @conjunction-of-crows !!!
SYLUS
Don't get mad, but Sylus is fairly vanilla. I SAID DON'T GET MAD!
He's not making some crazy, raunchy sex tape where you fuck ten ways to Sunday. And if he does make a sex tape, it's meant for your eyes only, and it's intimate. Low light, up close shots, just the sounds of your lips around his cock and his low breathy moans.
"Take it in your mouth, kitten," he instructs, a gentle hand guiding your chin toward his stiff cock.
He leans against the couch cushions, phone in hand with your pretty face on screen, looking up at him with round eyes. Your lips part, tongue peeking out to give his already weeping head a lick.
He's salty on your tongue. Your hand wraps around the part of his shaft you can't take into your mouth. You start slow with your mouth bobbing off the head of his cock, running your tongue over his slit.
He groans, head falling back against the seat. His hand is tight around the phone, gripping it as steady as he can to keep your pretty face in focus.
"Good," he praises. "You can take more though."
You take him deeper, wrapping your hand around the half you can't fit. Your head bobs around his cock as you tease him slow with your mouth.
You want to work him upâhave him beg for you on camera, if that's even possible. That's your real mission.
You kiss his tip, batting your lashes up at him as your hand works his cock slowly.
He raises a brow, a silent question.
"Say please," you purr.
The ever impossible man laughsâin your face. The flush across his cheeks and the heavy rise and fall of his chest are a hopeful sign. "Is that what you want from me?"
You nod, trailing your tongue up from his base and along his shaft, eagerly listening to his shuddering breaths.
"You'llâahâhave to give me a reason to beg."
It's a challenging smirk versus your icy glare. You look into the camera that's still focused on you. "I'll have you begging in minutes."
"I invite you to try."
You don't back down from his invitation and go back down to tease his shaft with slow, strokes.
The teasing goes on until you know he's about to come. The way he slumps against the cushions, eyes shut with his head back, Adams apple bobbing, heavy breaths escapingâall the signs you've learned to pick up on.
You bring him to the height of pleasure only to pull away at the last secondâover and over. His hand reluctantly lets you pull away. "Ready to beg?"
"You'll have to try harder than that, sweetie." He lets out a dry chuckle that makes you huff. You take his cock in your hand again, holding him tight as you thumb over his leaking tip.
He hisses, hips jerking into your grip, and you smirk.
"One little please won't kill you, Sy." You grab his hand and bring the phone closer to his lips. All he sees in its vision are your glossy, swollen lips. Sweet eyes batting up at him as you ask him to beg for you. "Just once."
Maybe it'll take a little more to break him. One more push closer. Maybe you'll have to climb onto his lap. Or maybe-
"Please."
You're almost left in a state of shock as the word leaves his mouth. Part of you never thought you'd get here, and the other only feels the ache between you legs with the desire to hear it again.
CALEB
You're a fairly unknown camgirl. At most, you'll have three people watching your streams at a time, and you better believe Caleb is there 100% of the time.
He's your top donor. When your streams are quiet and it's just him, you even address him by his username and ask what he'd like to see.
Got carried away with Caleb's part, read the whole fic on my old blog here! Please read my A/N before you click away tho! <33
A/N â thinking of potentially turning Rafayel's part into a full length fic. let me know if you're interested in reading more! do you want more oviposition (ik I do... pls tag me in the fics) anyway, thanks for reading! comments and reblogs always appreciated (â â â âżâ ă»â )â ââ â
an old lady sitting at the next table looks over, appalled at the nature (and volume) of the question your best friend geto has asked you in the otherwise silent restaurant.
"oh my god, suguru," you hiss, giving the cranky old lady an apologetic smile before leaning over the table and scowling at your best friend. "you're still an asshole, right?"
"obviously," suguru shrugs. "i'm just asking."
"for your information, i'm not," you swat his hand away when his chopsticks reach into your bowl of ramen for your egg. "i met a tall, rich, sexy man and he ravished me allll night long. i still can't feel my legs."
suguru blinks at you, and then his shoulders start shaking with laughter. he ducks his head down and cups his hand over his mouth, he's that amused.
"what? don't believe me?" you smile back, ducking down to peek at the look on his face.
"ravished," he finally catches his breath, looking up at you with a wide grin. "you really do read too much of that weird porn. plus, if you did get 'ravished', you'd have that look on your face."
your chopsticks freeze halfway to your mouth. "what look?"
"you know," suguru reaches over again to steal your egg, this time faster than you can stop him, "after you cum, you have this dumb looking smile on your face for the entire day after. either you're a horrible liar, or this rich sexy man couldn't rock your world like i did."
"geto!" you gawk, glancing over to the cranky old lady who is already staring right back at you, wrinkled lips pursed. suguru is smiling when you look back at him, and you're stuck between slapping him for being so lewd, or for calling what he did to you 'rocking your world'. "shut. up."
"suguru," he corrects. "you're too shy. it's like you've forgotten that i know you're a huge fucking pervert?"
"i'm notâ"
you're cut off by the old lady coughing very pointedly. you wince and look back at geto. "let's just go."
"wait wait," he starts shovelling his food down. "let me finish this."
the walk home is one that the two of you are familiar with. before life got busier, you used to walk this way almost every evening. suguru and you would share an earbud each and fight over who got to queue up the next song, just to end up pausing the music to focus on whatever benign conversation would spark between you.
suguru would walk you home, make you laugh by pretending to go in for a goodbye kiss at the door, and then act horribly offended when you'd slam the door in his face instead. every single time. without fail.
"you know," you look up at him. "we've still never kissed."
geto scrunches his nose up, glancing down at you as you walk side-by-side. his lips are still shiny with the broth from his ramen, because he is apparently still a child and doesn't know how to wipe his mouth. not with food, not with you...
"sure we have," he says. "what about that time after graduating that we played blind spin-the-bottle? we kissed then."
"oh, that was satoru," you muse. "i just took his place when he took the blindfold off you. remember? you complimented me on my 'sweet lips'? all him, baby."
suguru stops, and you try not to laugh at the awful sound of his shoes scuffing the pavement. "you're fucking with me."
"i'm not!"
"you are always fucking with me," he laughs, taking slow steps towards you that quicken with each step you take away. "c'mere. i'll fucking spank you."
you're running, trying to stifle your laughs as to not lose your breath. "and i'm the pervert?!"
he chases you all the way home, though you half resent him for making you run the length of your journey. with those fucking legs of his he could have caught and carried you home a solid three seconds into the chase.
at the door to your apartment, the two of you catch your breath. suguru's chest heaves up and down, and you're very suddenly reminded of just how winded he got the other week when you had the length of his cock in your mouth.
"thanks for lunch," he grins, though he was the one to beg you to come and eat with him. and the one to pay. "i forgive you for lying to me about your virginity."
you roll your eyes. "i think we traumatised that old woman."
"this one?" suguru reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, handing it to you. "i think she wants a piece of what you got."
you unfold the paper to reveal a phone number written in slanted lettering. well goddamn. the old lady was giving you the look because she wanted suguru.
"you should call her," you say, pushing the number back into his chest.
"ah, so you're saying i've still got it?"
you snort. "you never had it."
"hey. i could totally rock her world."
"you could rock her hip out of joint, maybe."
that earns you a laugh, which makes you laugh as well. the two of you say your goodbyes and, as per tradition, suguru puckers his lips up and makes a show of going in for a goodbye kiss.
though this time, for some reason you can't even pretend is lost on you, you don't slam the door in his face. you lean up, cup your best friends face in your hands, and meet his lips half way.
it's a perfect first kiss, really. his lips feel different against your own than they do between your legs. this time he's tentative in comparison to messy and hungry and yes, he still tastes like broth.
for a man always so ready to receive, he takes a long while to kiss you back. it worries you, even, makes you wonder if all of this building tension between the two of you had truly been just for fun.
but then he catches up, and lifts his hands to your waists and leans in so far that your arching back to avoid getting consumed whole by the starved man. you've never been kissed like this, like you're a smooth liquor with a dangerously high risk of addiction. something that doesn't taste too strong. that you could drink and drink and not realise the world is spinning around you.
you love it.
"i want it," suguru says as he pulls back, just enough to look you in the eyes. it's nice seeing all of his face like this, with his long hair pulled back.
"want what?" you scrunch up your nose. "my virginity?"
"no," suguru shakes his head, nearly clipping your nose with his, and then stops. "well, yes. holy shit, yes, more than anythingâbut no. this, idiot. i want this."
you look down to his hand which is gesturing wildly between the two of you. "...yeah? really?"
"really," he nods. "i think i hate being your friend."
"wow, i'm hurt."
"i'm serious."
you blink. "you're serious."
"dead serious," he looks between your eyes. "do you want it? ...me?"
you do. god, you do. you think you've known it since before all of this began, but to hear geto say it out loud, without using it as a joke or game or stupid line he'll tease you for falling for later makes your chest tight and sore.
you laugh, because thats your most natural state with him, and nod. "a little, yeah."
"a little," he parrots, smiling. you're only graced with the sight for a second though, as he's quick to lean in and press his lips to yours again.
this kiss is deeper. impossibly hungrier than the last, and you think if they only get better with time that you're going to grow old very fucking spoilt. he steps you backwards into your apartment and kicks the door shut behind him, not parting his lips from yours for even a second.
it feels a little cliche, sure, being walked right to the bedroom from the door. you're sure you've read this exact scenario a million times before in those eroticas that suguru teases you for, and part of you wonders if he's trying to emulate them for you, but you couldn't care less. few things in your life have ever felt as right as being with geto.
he's already hard, you can feel his tenting pants pressing against your lower stomach as he kisses you. it's only emphasised when he pushes you gently back onto your bed, and has you wrap your legs around his clothed waist. the weight and heat of his restricted erection against your pussy is enough to make you gasp.
you've held his cock before, tasted it, stroked it to completion and licked the cum clean from its length. but feeling it like this, pressing against your clit... you might go crazy. you understand the 'overwhelming need' you've read so much about now.
he's leaning over your body to kiss you again, licking over your bottom lip before pressing his tongue into your mouth. you can't tell if you're grinding against him, or he's grinding against you, but a newfound friction down south has you gasping into his awaiting mouth.
such ministrations go on for what you feel could both be an hour or ten seconds. your mind is so blurry and hot with need that you're lost to all concepts of time and space. he's got both of your tops off, and is working on his pants when he seems to reach a moment of clarity and suddenly stalls.
you glance down to where his thumb breaks the seal of his waistband. god you love that fucking happy trail of his, snaking down to his cock that is just aching to spring free and fill you...
"look at me."
you glance up at his firm tone, and meet his intense gaze. his pretty eyes are staring into yours, more serious than you've ever seen them. "i want this," he starts, half-breathless. "but i only want this on your terms. tell me what you want, pretty. i can use my mouth, or my fingers, or we can stay like this. we could stop, even."
you start to shake your head, but he takes your chin between two fingers and has you hold his gaze as he continues.
"i'd feel privileged to wait for this. and i will, for as long as you need me to. i have no expectations of you. never have. i tease you, i know, but i never fucking thought i'd actually get to have you like this. so, if you aren't ready, neither am i."
suguru makes it hard for you to tease him sometimes. your idiot of a best-friend-turned-lover, for all the stupid shit he says, has these beautiful moments of sincerity that oftentimes make you want to cry.
"i've been ready, i think," you say. "maybe not for just anyone, but if you'd asked at any point before this, i would have said yes. as long as its you."
"you're sure?" geto presses his forehead to yours. "say it out loud."
"i'm sure. i want this, and i want you. and i'll let you know if that changes and i want to stop."
"good," he presses a kiss to each corner of your mouth. "good."
in his back pocket is his wallet. and in his wallet, alongside the old lady's number and a polaroid of the two of you is one condom. he fishes his cock out of his pants and rolls the latex on to the achingly hard length.
you half expect him to fuck you there and then, but instead he dips a hand down to toy with you a little. he rubs circles over your clit until you're lax and writhing, and then stretches you open on two, and then three, of his fingers.
once you're practically begging for it, suguru presses a kiss to your nose, and then leans down to whisper in your ear. "when i first tasted you, i said you wouldn't be able to take me."
you feel his tip running up and down your folds, from clit to entrance, and then back up. "i know," you sigh, locking your ankles behind his back and closing your eyes.
"you wanna prove me wrong?" he nuzzles the side of your face. "we can make a bet. if you take all of me, i'll buy dinner."
"you'll buy dinner anyways," you smile, kissing his shoulder. the gesture makes him shudder.
"mm, true. if you lose, then, you have to let me read some more of that nasty porn on your phone."
you grimace. no matter how soft he is with you, suguru will never stop teasing you. "deal."
"deal."
a kiss to your neck, and then your jaw, and finally your lips, pulls a smile to your face. suguru holds himself over you, revels in the closeness of your bodies, and has you look him in the eyes as he pushes just his tip into you.
and there goes his ability to tease the intactness of your virginity. you gasp as you feel yourself stretching to accomodate him, hardly an inch deep inside of you and you're starting to thin the world might end if he ever pulls out.
he stills just for a moment, watching as your eyes flutter shut and you catch your lip between your teeth. "okay?"
you nod, and he pushes in further. bit by bit, stopping to kiss your face, or rub distracting circles on your clit, until the subtle pain that comes with being so full starts to morph into pleasure and suguru is once again whispering in your ear.
"you win."
your eyes open, and the already fucked-out expression on his face makes you smile. glancing down, you find the two of you connected completely, and you're suddenly very aware of the capacity to which he's inside of you.
you feel split open. in a good way. if that's possible.
"you're big," you say.
"yeah?"
"yeah," you nod. "don't let it get to your head."
"too late," suguru smiles. "can i move?"
you close your eyes once again, savour the feeling of him fully inside of you for a moment longer, and then nod.
the bliss that follows is full-body. he's slow to start, dragging his cock out of you in a slow burn, just to thrust forwards and fill you to the brim all over again. it has you moaning incoherently, which only seems to spur suguru on into a more consistent pace.
you like sex with him, you conclude, and you're pretty sure he likes it with you, too. if the sweet sounds from his lips aren't indicative enough of his enjoyment, the way his hips are already stuttering towards a release certainly is.
"close?" you ask.
"no," suguru lies, moving his hands down to hold your hips. he increases his pace a little, pushing you further up onto the bed with each now-harsh thrust.
god, you've never been so overwhelmed. the pleasure that suguru can pull from you is unmatched. you couldn't emulate this with fingers or toys or even his mouthâthis is a unique pleasure that far surpasses your stomach and feeds instead into every conceivable inch of your body.
your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks that you want to run your tongue over again and again. he's looking down at you, mapping your face out with his eyes like you're some sort of painting to be dissected and ogled at for years to come.
he fucks you mean, and dotes on you at the same time. "so pretty," he calls you. "so fucking tight, too. gonna be the only one to ever feel you like this, okay?"
"that's presumptuous," you start to joke, but are quickly cut off by an intense and near-blinding pleasure when suguru starts hitting a very specific spot inside of you. yeah, you're done for.
"you like that?" he groans, only speeding up and adding two fingers n your clit to bolster your pleasure. "yeah you do, shit, you're tightening up on me so much. gonna come with me?"
you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, much like it did in your hand after you'd taken him in your throat. you wonder how it'd feel without the latex barrier, to have his release flood your insides... claimed in that primal way you might think cringeworthy once this is all over.
you're close nonetheless, rolling your hips up to meet each thrust of suguru's cock inside of you. he's perfect, and you find yourself saying just that as your orgasms build and build and crash over the two of you like treacherous waves on the beach.
who knew dick made you so poetic.
he meets your orgasm with a kiss, cumming into the condom as you squeeze him tighter than ever. tongue pushing into your mouth, he fills you in more ways than one, not stopping his movements until you're shaking and whining into his mouth for some mercy.
his forehead rests against yours as you both come back down to earth. your breathing syncs, deep laboured breaths shared between youâbody and breath and pleasure. you've always shared everything with each other, huh?
"good?" is all suguru can say. you can only answer with a nodâgood is an understatement. you might have a new vice.
he starts to pull out, nice and slow, and you're already grieving the sensation of feeling so full when he stills, his tip still inside of you.
you look down to meet his gaze, this stupid knowing smirk on his face. "there it is," he says.
"what?"
"that smile you get," he smiles. "now what was that fucking word you used? oh, that's right."
"huh? what are you doing, idiot?" you furrow your brows as he pushes your thighs back into what might be the start of a mating press.
"in your own words? i'm going to ravish you, baby."
you wonder if now is a good time to ask the 'what are we?' question.
Not because he spat when he talked, or because he fucked anything that walked. No, it was because he had this nasty obsession with your underwearâespecially when you were still wearing it.
It wasn't uncommon for the pervert to cop a feel whenever you had a skirt on â his large, calloused hand sliding under the ruffled fabric to grope the plush curve of your ass. His fingers went exploring, probing around like he was on a mission.
He'd grunt, low and satisfied as he figured out what pair of panties you were wearing that day â frilly lace, granny panties, even that worn-out pair with the little holes. It didn't matter to him. Toji would find out regardless.
But what he loved most was eating you out whilst you still had them on.
"Pussy inspection," he'd grin, crooked and filthy, as he bullied your knees up to your chest, folding you in half like it was nothing.
"Is that really what you're calling it?" You'd scoff back in embarrassment, calling him on his bullshit. You knew that this position was just the easiest way for your clothed cunt to be at the mercy of Toji's mouth.
Toji didn't bother answering with words. Instead, he buried his face between your thighs, broad nose pressing hard against the damp fabric as he inhaled as hard as he could. The huff that left him was guttural, vibrating against your mound. "Fuuuck, when did you last change these?'
"Uhâ yesterday?" You stammered, mortified as you looked at anything but him.
Toji grunted, pulling back just enough to shoot you a displeased look with those hungry eyes of his. "Yesterday, huh?" Tch," he scoffed, lowering his head back down to nip at your crotch once more. "Waste of flavour if you ask me. Could've let your pussy marinate them f'longer."
"What theâ Toji!" You squealed, tangling your shaky fingers in his ragged mop of hair. "That's so fucking gross, don't say that."
No matter how hard you shoved, though, Toji didn't move an inch. He simply chuckled, the sound muffled as his lips attacked you with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Each lingering mwah had you shaking under him until he went back to sucking the fabric â like he could taste you through it. It was then you squirmed harder.
"D-don't do th-a-a-atâ" you keened out, legs kicking out and threatening to shut as Toji flattened his tongue and dragged it up to your aching clit. But you felt one thick finger hook under your panties, tugging up hard. The fabric slid between your fat lips, outlining your folds and making your clit throb against the aggressive pull.
"Mmm, thaaat's it," Toji groaned, shaking his head against you and huffing deep like a bitch in heat. "Look at that hole winking up at me â so fuckin' cute. Gonna kiss this pussy till it's making a mess f'me."
He wasn't kidding â Toji sealed his scarred lips over the wedged fabric, sucking hard over where your hole would be with his tongue flicking out and gliding over your clothed clit.
Your protests grew weaker, hips bucking into his mouth despite your previous hesitation. "Mmfâ s-so good, 'ji . . ."
"I know, I know," he laughed, continuing to devour you whole. "Toji will make you feel so, so good."
And he did â even if your panties weren't as . . . seasoned as he'd like them to be.
â HIS CINDERELLA CAUSE I MAKE IT FIT ! â
             ‷ Enjin x Fallen Spherite!Reader
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đđ§: major special shoutouts to @honeybunnnnie my trash daddy partner in crime, who beta'd for me and gave me lots of good lil' gems I incorporated here. we share one horny brain cell when it comes to this man and the amount of headcanons we have made based on this that I didn't even include is INSANE lmfao.
You arenât Enjinâs type.Â
That much is certain the moment he stumbles upon you after being called to check out a disturbance in No Manâs Land. Scanning the terrain of garbage, Enjin wonders if heâs hallucinating.
Still high from the night beforeâor maybe thereâs a leak in his full face?
Either way he had to be tripping absolute balls right now because what the hell else could explain the giant kaiju-like plushie with bunny ears, wide beady eyes, and jagged teeth ripping apart trash beasts in the distance like they were wet paper towels?
But blazed or not, Enjin still has a job to do. Umbreaker sweeps him across the trash dunes in a speedy blur, but by the time he arrives he is already too late and the show is over.Â
All thatâs left is you: a young woman passed out in a pile of demolished trash beast remains and other junk. The giant kaiju-like plushieânow inanimate and no bigger than a handâlay beside you tethered to your person by a keyring.Â
Happening upon another giver in No Manâs Land wasnât out of the ordinary, sure, but if Enjin thought he was high from seeing your jinki in action he had to be damn near in the clouds once he recognized your clothes. Â
Similar to when Enjin discovered Rudo, he could immediately tell by your dress you are a Spherite. But unlike the threadbare attire of the scrappy tribesmen teen, yours practically screams wealth. They are the finest clothes Enjin has ever laid eyes on. Appearing as if they are woven from gold itself, despite the fresh layer of grime that settled on them.
You arenât just any olâ Spheriteâyouâre a Spherite noblewoman.
Keh, interesting.Â
With a shake of his head Enjin scoops you up, heading back to HQ. They arenât gonna believe thisâŠ
Enjin digs out a backup mask from his satchelâclearly not made for your face, because it slides right off. With an annoyed sigh, he holds it in place himself. Guess thatâs his job now⊠at least until you wake up.
Although Enjin soon discovers a pattern of how unnecessarily difficult Spherites can be upon arriving to the Abyssâas the first thing you do upon waking in Enjinâs arms is to slap the everloving dogshit out of him.Â
Fuck, you have a mean right hand.Â
Enjin tongues a tooth to make sure itâs still there.Â
âLet me go this instant, you filthy kidnapping degenerate! I demand you to take me home!â You cry out.Â
Tears fog up the mask on your face as you clearly mistook Enjin for some kind of criminal with his âfull faceâ on. Enjin sighs, tightening his grip on you and taking the not-so-painless beating youâre dishing out until you reach the nearest city.Â
The very second you both are in a habitable area for breathing, Enjin unceremoniously dumps you to the ground. He catches the mask, yet he leaves you to fall straight on your ass. The fall shocks you but Enjinâs sure whatâs really got you stunned is the strange bustling city surrounding you.
Removing his fullface, Enjin crouches down to eye-level with you. Overwhelmed and overstimulated by the foreign place, your eyes dart around helplessly. Youâre frantic, looking everywhere for some sort of bearing of where you are and avoiding the man in front of you.
Yet Enjin just waits, clicking his tongue and rocking back on his heels, for you to quiet your hysterics enough for him to get a word in.
When your eyes, still wide with panic, finally meet, he has the nerve to raise a browâlike youâre the one being dramatic and not the guy who literally kidnapped you.
âSo, as you may have noticed by nowâŠthis ainât the Sphere,â Enjin says, balancing a cigarette between his lips.Â
You look at him skepticallyâhe says it like itâs nothing, while your world is actively falling apart. What is he even talking about?!
âI know this ainât the welcome wagon you posh Spherites are used to butâŠâ
Enjin pauses, exhaling smoke to the sky. Your gaze follows up, widening once you see the oddly shaped dome covering the city, a strange yellow fog in the atmosphere.
â....welcome to the Abyss, Girlie. Nameâs Enjin.âÂ
Blankly staring at Enjin, you say nothing. The both of you in a mini stare down. Although youâre the first to give by suddenly bursting into sobs.
Rolling his eyes, a thought briefly flashes in Enjin's head that he should have just left you for the raiders. Hell, he could still leave you nowâyouâre calling way too much attention to yourself.
However, Enjin also figures that with you all but swimming in luxury on the Sphere, you probably thought of the Pitâyour so-called Hell, or its inhabitants as mere fairytale.
Enjinâs inkling is confirmed when you calm down enough to piece together that your now ex-husband had hired a bunch of shady tribesmen to kidnap and dispose of youâall to collect your inheritance.Â
Yeah, not your fault. Enjin thinks and cuts you a break.Â
For your own sake, Enjin somehow convinces you to come back to Cleaner HQ with him. He canât return you to the Sphere himselfâbut he knows another Spherite whoâs trying to make their way back. That small glimmer of hope is enough to lift your spirits, just barely. This time, you follow him willinglyâthough you still cry the entire way to HQ.
Shame how prone to hysterics you are, otherwise Enjin actually thinks youâre pretty hot. Noting how the expensive silk of your dress clings so damn well to your every curve. Heâd sell your clothes while you were near the shopping districtâbut unlike Rudo, he doubts he could talk you out of them.Â
At leastânot yet.
But that thought is drastically short lived as Enjin spends more time in your presence. Sure, you could have gotten along. You couldâve even been Enjinâs type. Yet thereâs one glaring problem:Â
Youâre an annoying, needy-ass brat. Â
Besides looks, you tick off nearly every one of his dealbreakers. Youâre ditzy, dependent and whiny. Basically Enjinâs nightmare.
Plus your snobby little ass never once thanked nor apologized to him over the following weeks.
Not after he saved you.
Not after he brought you back to HQ where you were welcomed with skeptical, yet open armsâas a new, very reluctant (you had no other options really) recruit in-training.
And you certainly never thanked Enjin, even after all his shit luck, when he was assigned to be your teacher and look after your haughty ass. You have the most indignant pout on your face when Corvus announces that since Enjin found you, you're Enjinâs problem.
âYou have to be kidding me? Iâm stuck with Trashy Poppins here!?â
âYo, Trashyâwhat!?â The reference doesnât land with Enjin but he knows it isnât good.
Semiu nods curtly in agreement of the pairing, amused that Enjin finally has someone to keep him on his toes as she ushers you off to get settled in.
The fuck?!Â
Lamenting being stuck is supposed to be Enjinâs line. Enjin had figured the logical move was to pair you with Zankaâthe closest thing to nobility among the Cleanersâand let you bond with Rudo, a fellow Spherite, even if he was a tribesman.
But it doesnât take long to realize neither boy can handle a grown ass woman like you. One flutter of your lashes and theyâre useless sapsâlike the big sister he never had, you could soothe Rudoâs worst moods with a mere head pat.Â
While Zanka, older and appreciating your more ârobustâ qualities, trips over his own tongue trying to talk to you.
Both ready to do anything just to earn a few sweet coosâunless someone steps in.
It had to be Enjin. He was the only one who could âresistâ your charms.
Still, Enjinâs got his work cut out for him when it comes to youâespecially training you for combat and figuring out how the hell youâre supposed to use that so-ugly-itâs-almost-cute vital instrument.
He tries not to judge. Really, he does. Jinki are personalâhe knows that better than anyone. But stillâŠthe fact that you even have one? Thatâs wild.
A Spherite? A noble Spherite, no lessâthe same pompous assholes who treat the Abyss like a dumping groundâactually caring enough about something to pump it full of anima?
Yeah, thatâs impressive, heâll give you that. What wasnât though was the name you gave the lil thing: Bubu.
Tsk. Wack as hell. Vital instruments deserve names with some bite. Something likeâUmbreaker.
Still, credit where itâs dueâyouâre picking things up faster than expected.Â
However, that doesnât spare him from your nonstop bitching, though. The complaints come daily: the strange smells your hair absorbs, the absence of your sacred skincare routines, not being able to take a 30 minute shower, and how everything down here always tastes just a little off.
But the most absurd? The cherry blossoms.
You complain the most about not being able to frolic in your lush, petal-covered garden full of rows of cherry blossoms. Enjinâs never even seen a damn tree like that, let alone the acres of grass and flowers you describe like some bedtime fairytale. You haughtily anoint yourself as a floral herbalist, an expert when it comes to your pretty little flowers.
Itâs shit like that on top of everything else that irks Enjin when it comes to you.
And yet?
Enjin thinks the most irritating thing about you is the fact that he canât seem to stay away from you.Â
Sure, youâre annoying as fuckâbut in spite of his own objections, Enjin keeps finding ways to keep your time occupied. He makes up excuses to train you longer and drags you along on missions that are solely meant for him.Â
Moreover, since you can never keep that pretty little mouth shut, anyone you meet clocks you as a Spherite within secondsâwhich means you need Enjinâs constant protection, whether you like it or not.
Enjin ends up spending less time drinking or chasing women, finding a far more amusing pastime insteadâthe way your face twists in indignation every time the Ground doesnât live up to your so-called ânoble standards.âÂ
He gets a kick out of it, really. Agitating you on purpose, just to watch you squirm.
âGoddamnit, Enjin! Watch it!âÂ
Youâd shriek every time your short skirt went flying from a sudden gust of wind heâd whip up with Umbreaker. Enjin saves that lil trick for No Manâs Land when the othersâ backs are turned.
âThatâs Enjin-sensei to you, Princess.âÂ
âChokeâslowly, Trashy Poppins.â
Youâd lunge for his mask like you actually meant to rip it off, but at 6 '3, Enjinâs tall enough that you never have a chance at reaching it. Itâs all worth it tooâEnjinâs already got every pastel scrap of lace you own burned into memory, each one tucked away like a reward for getting under your skin.
Itâs a little sadistic, sureâthe way he taunts you nonstop, delighting in soiling that polished image of yours to grind you into the dirt of the ground right along with him.Â
Thereâs a fire in your eyes every time Enjin dubs you as âYour Royal Trash Princessââor just âTPâ if heâs feeling lazy. You never fail to rise to his bait, eager to prove yourselfâand prove him wrong.
Enjin feels heâs owed a bit of amusement for all his troubles.
Doesnât mean anything.
Yet the more Enjin pushes, the harder it is to ignore that your bratty spark isnât just an attitude problem. Itâs energy. Real, raw passion. The kind that could actually cultivate anima. He sees it best when youâre snapping at him, flushed and defiant, too stubborn to back down.
Itâs trouble to be sure, but fuck if Enjin doesnât love coaxing it out of you.
All it took this time to get you going was him doubting your so-called knowledge of plants and remediesâ âwhat kinda âfloral herbalistâ hasnât toked one?â Â
So now here you are, in the HQ lounge, about to smoke your first joint as a âpre-gameâ to the happy hour Corvus organized for all the Cleaners.
You and Enjin sit shoulder to shoulder on a worn, black quilted-leather sofa thatâs seen better days. The cushions creak as you nervously smooth your skirt and settle in, unhooking your jinkiâBubuâfrom your belt to set her gently on the table.
Enjin rolls a few joints with unhurried precisionâlike heâs got all the time in the world, and watching you squirm is part of the ritual.
âBet ya didnât have anything like this in your lilâ garden, eh TP?â Enjin quips, breaking the silence.
Nose already upturned, your face scrunches as Enjin tosses an extra bud from his stash into your open palms. You hated the nickname âTPâ most of all, too easily mistaken for âtoilet paperâ and Enjin knows that.
You shoot Enjin a dirty look before letting your focus drift back to the brittle sprig in your handsâthe first real plant youâve touched since becoming a Ground-dweller.
You think you actually recognize it.Â
Back on the Sphere, your family was among the wealthiest, and your garden was massive. You took pride in your green thumbâlike Delmon, whose garden youâve been meaning to ask about. You want to help, if only to see what kind of plants can survive in conditions this toxic. But Enjin never gives you the spaceâalways hovering, always cutting in before you can finish a full conversation.
You brush off those thoughts but your frown stays as your fingers trace the budâs dry veins. Even for a dehydrated sample, it feels wrongâbrittle in a way that hints of sickness.Â
âHmm. We had something like thisâI think. But itâs just another weed.â You say shrugging.
âHeh,â Enjin smirks at your cluelessness, âWould you believe me if I told you âweedâ is exactly what we call it, Princess?â
You roll your eyes at the inordinately simple name. It probably has a proper scientific designationâbut expecting Enjin to know it? Please.
âWe always uprooted themâweeds are unsightly in gardens, you know. A weed, let alone one sick as this, would definitely be pruned right away so as to not syphon nutrients from the other plant life.â
âHAH?!â Â
Mid-seal on his joint, Enjin stops cold, staring at you like you just dared to commit some sort of sacrilege before exhaling a theatrical sigh, shaking his head in pure betrayal.
He canât believe Spherities are probably pissing away the dankest shit ever cultivated. The thought was maddening.
When Enjinâs eyes do meet yours again, there's no amusement as he takes a rather chastising tone with you.
âPrincess, for your own good, never repeat that in front of anyone down hereâŠI mean it.â
You huff, but Enjin doesnât blinkâjust starts sealing the joint again, eyes never leaving you as his tongue drags slowly across the edge of the paper.
You squirm, and thatâs all the reward he needs.Â
âSee somethinâ you like?â Enjin drawls, holding the finished joint out toward you like itâs a giftâand not a trap with your name written all over it.
Turning on teacher mode, Enjin decides to school you.
âI know we mostly have âreggieâ down here, but still, itâs worth its weight in gold for its purposes. Not just for fun ya knowâchronic pain, nausea, anxietyâgives a bit of relief from the ailments of Abyss-living you Spherites have so graciously bestowed on us.â
From his pocket, Enjin produces a lighter, shoulders curling as he bows into the flame to set it alight.
Your eyes flick over the sinewy stretch of Enjin arms, the way his jacket strains across his shouldersâreminding you just how solid Enjin really is beneath all that shapeless fabric. Built like a weapon, hiding in plain sight.
You watch as his ringed fingers lift the joint to his lips. Drawing in a slow, steady breath, Enjin sinks back into the sofa like gravityâs got a tighter hold on him than usual. Smoke pools in his chest before slipping out in a long, deliberate exhale.
His gaze follows it, distantâlike heâs chewing on thoughts far heavier than anything you said⊠but somehow still set off by it.
âThatâs the problem with you SpheritesâŠ.you donât see things the way they areâyou see things the way you are.âÂ
Enjin chuffs at his own words, closing his eyes to let his high settle. Not even completely stoned yet and heâs already spouting off pseudo philosophical one-liners.
âEverything else is collateral, amirite?â
Ouch.
Toeing at the floor, you sulk in silence. Wounded from the verbal licks Enjin just dealt you. Mulling over his words in silence though, you know it isnât that simple. Horticulture can be complicated even in the most ideal conditions. Just because a plant is viable doesnât mean it belongs in every gardenâsome plants are just incompatible.
HoweverâŠ
You sit silently, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you study the brittle bud in your palm.
âŠthat doesnât make it worthless.
Instead of exploring any potential use, you tossed the so-called "weed" outâjust like everything else the Sphere deemed useless. Not even considering how valuable it could be. You can see why Enjin wouldn't want you repeating that mistake. Enough people already looked at you with disdain as it is.Â
Sure thereâs a lot of things you miss about it, mostly superficial things that had to do with vanity, but overall life up there was super sterile and dull. Youâd never say it out loud but you are glad you fell, it was hard on the ground but it was liberating.
Sighing, you quietly concede. You hate anytime Enjin actually has a point though. Itâs the worst thing imaginableâfor your pride and for his already unbearable ego.
Cracking an eye open, Enjin curses under his breath. Switching tactics, he decides to replace the long look on his Trash Princessâs face. Annoyance would do just fine. Besides, there was no need for you to pout over it, you actually had a shot at redemption here⊠heh, the kind that might just work out in his favor, too.
âYâknowwwww, weâre always learninâ better ways to grow things down here, faster too...â
Enjin moves so quietly, you donât realize how close he is until you turnâand heâs right in your face, barely a breath away. Swiping his ringed thumb across your cheek, Enjinâs touch is surprisingly tender. However his expression is entirely obnoxious, full of amusement from how fast your pouty little face flusters.
â...could be a nice little hobby that would do alotta goodâŠand if anyone could figure out how to grow this shit properly down hereââ
Enjin plucks at the heat of your warm cheeks, pinching just enough to tease and drag the moment into something more lighthearted.
ââI do believe it could be youâTrash Princess.â
Your eyes catch something deeper than just teasing in his golden gazeâbut before you can dwell on it, instinct kicks in. You jerk back, swatting his hand away, shoving whatever that was out of your mind.
Enjin just laughs, unbothered, as you glare at him.
âAnd why canât you get Delmon to do it?â you counter, arms folding across your chest. By now, youâve learned Enjin usually has an angle for everything.
Right on the mark, for a beat, Enjin actually pauses. He hadnât expected you to bring up the obviousâDelmon, the gentle giant practically martyred to the idea of saving whatâs left of the Abyss. But Enjinâs roguish grin slips back into place, spreading wider as he leans in, unapologetically invading your space.
âWhy? Well...âcause I asked you, Princess. The olâlug has enough on his plate as it is. You can handle it alone, canât ya?â
Truthfully, even knowing your interest in Delmon never strays beyond roots and soil, it still irks every time Enjin catches sight of you with him. You look every bit the nobleâgraceful, composed, eyes soft and curious as you gaze up at Delmon, eager to learn. It grates on Enjin more than heâd admit, knowing heâs never once gotten that look, despite monopolizing most of your time.
âYa knowâunless, your skillset just ainât up tâpar?â Enjin finishes with a shrug.
Wholly unconvinced, you see this for the bait it is from a mile away. Nevertheless, you canât deny that you are eager to get even the tiniest bit of normalcy back in your life from your old hobbies. Planting something, anything, would be niceâeven if it ends up being contraband for Enjin. Although you still arenât quite sure why you canât consult Delmon.Â
âUgh! Fine!â
You fall back onto the sofa and Enjin follows, his arm settling behind you, practically draped around your shoulders. You donât even flinch. He takes another slow hit, smoke curling toward the ceiling, but this time thereâs a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you. Deciding heâs babysat the joint long enough, he leans in with a lazy smirk and holds it out to you.
âEnjinâyour eyes!â You blurt out, disregarding his invitation. âIs that just from smoking!? I canât go to happy hour looking like some kinda zombie!â
Enjin sputters mid-laugh, coughing as wisps of smoke leak from the corners of his smart ass grin.
âEh, well duh. Why else would they get so red when I smoke?â
Enjin coughs out a few more chuckles. You roll your eyes.
âI donât know, Trashy PoppinsâŠI didn't make the connection since the air quality down here is 80% pollution! You could have anything.â
While Enjin is amused by your sass, the joint continues to burn down. Each second unsmoked is wasting precious bud. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low purrâthe kind that makes your stomach flip.
Heh, time to pull out the big guns.
âAht-aht-aht, câmon now, Princess, you know the golden ruleâŠâ
You sigh, thinking you need that happy hour drink more than ever right now.
âYouâre not serious.â
But you know he is, and of course you remember the silly motto Enjin makes an unspoken rule for his team. Although he mostly just uses it to get you to do something youâll usually regret later. You sigh, knowing youâll never make it to happy hour until you appease the big man-child in front of you.
Enjinâs golden eyes shine with even more mischief than before and together like some damn mantra, you both repeat:
â...itâs not peer pressureâitâs just your turn.â
Resigned, you click your tongue, swiping at the joint in his hands. But Enjin is much faster as he pulls back with infuriating speed. You glower at him, snark locked and loaded.
âNah, actually Iâll help you out since itâs your first time, Princess.â
Innuendo coils around his words, heat radiating off him as you tense under his gaze. You donât want to argue with him though, the sooner you smoked, the sooner you both could be at happy hour.
âOpen.âÂ
Enjinâs fingers graze the corner of your mouth as he holds the joint to your peach-glossed lips, eyes darkening when you part them obediently for him.
âNow breathe it in, nice and slowâŠdeeper. Yeah, thatâs itâhold it. Donât let go until I sayâgood girl.â
You want to scoff at him, but you canâtânot with tears stinging your eyes and smoke burning its way down your lungs. By the time Enjin gives you the nod to exhale, youâre already choking, coughing it all back up in ragged plumes.
Yeah, this was nowhere in hell as easy as Enjin made it look.
The buzz rises in your head almost instantly, an airy haze creeping into your consciousness.
âSee? Not a terrible cherry pop, eh?â
The glare you throw at Enjin is more of a squint. Still recovering from the fire tearing down your throat, your coughs earn you a few heavy-handed smacks on the back from Enjin. If itâs out of comfort or mockery, you can't tell.Â
Everything in the room is spinning and becoming more distant, like a daydream.
âEasy there, breatheâitâll hit easier when ya figure out how to grow it right, Princess. The dank shit wonât burn this hard.â
You want to bite back that even if you do figure out how to grow the damn âweedâ plant, youâd never touch it again. But the sudden heaviness seeping into your limbs drags you down, tilting your head on the axis of equilibrium.
âI think, noâI know, I need to lay down.â
Not waiting for permission, you flop down onto the worn cushions beneath you, curling up awkwardly with your head leaning against the armrest and your legs dangling off the seat at an angle.Â
Enjin doesnât miss a beat thoughâhe scoops your legs into his lap, tugging off your boots so you can be comfortable.
Leaning back, perfectly at ease, Enjin holds the joint in one hand while the other rests on your stocking-covered shin, giving it a casual, reassuring pat. The way your arm drapes over your face tells him everythingâyeah, youâve got the spins.
âKeh, youâll make it, Princess. Just let it all ride out.â
Youâd make it alright, but not to happy hour anytime soon. Enjin supposes he mightâve let you take a bigger hit than you were ready for.Â
Whoops.
Silence stretches in the aftermath but itâs not uncomfortable. Enjin takes a few more lazy tokes, one golden eye cracked open just enough to watch you, taking stock of your state.Â
Itâs in moments like thisârare ones, when youâre quietâthat he remembers just how fucking smoking hot you are.
Especially in that Cleaner uniform. Man, God bless August.
The eccentric tailor took special care in designing it thanks to a sudden burst of inspirationâAugust even convinced Enjin to allow him to keep some of the trim from your Spherite clothes that he repurposes. The outcome of your uniform is shinier, more fitted and much sluttier than standard issue.Â
You took to it immediately, without much fuss and actually complimenting August. That was Augustâs gift thoughâwhipping up pieces to suit even the finickiest of tastesâand Enjin had to admit, the man did his big one.Â
But the real surprise wasnât the craftsmanship. It was youâhis oh-so-prim little Trash Princessâstrutting around in something so damn naughty. Dressed up like a treat that Enjin canât help but eat up with his eyes.
And whaddya know? Enjin has the munchies bad right now.
Left to his own devices, Enjin takes his time devouring the sight in front of him. His gaze lingers down the length of your legs sprawled across his lap, to the soft, exposed flesh of your thighsâspilling over the edge of your stockings just enough to make his jaw clench.
Fuck, they look so soft. He can't help but wonder how they'd feel locked around his head as his eyes climb to the next indulgenceâyour crop top. Rucked up to your ribs, the thin white cotton hugs just beneath your tits. Shit, the way your cute little nips poke through the fabric makes his mouth twitch with the urge to say âhiâ right backâwith his tongue.
Is it hotter in here, orâ?
Leering at you for too long is a surefire way for Enjin to pop a boner. Enjin knows heâs not alone in that either. That uniform of yours turns heads in every city you pass through. Consequently, Enjin has split more skulls because of idiots trying to hit on you or cop a feel than he ever has for anyone trying to snatch a Spherite.
Not that heâs jealous or nothing.
Nah. Just doing his job. Watching out for you. Plenty of unscrupulous assholes out there willing to pounce on a clueless little thing like you.
However, right now, Enjinâs just as unscrupulousââwatching outâ only for a flash of your panties as each restless wiggle sinks you deeper into the lumpy cushions, bunching your skirt higher and teasing him with a glimpse of skimpy lace.
Man, just a little more and heâd know exactly which pair you picked today.
Sobering up a bit more, you sigh at your inability to get comfortable when you could feel the very springs in the sofa. Stretching, you straighten your leg suddenly andâ
âYo! Watch the feets, girl!â Â
Though thereâs amusement in his voice as he jolts upright, tatted hands grabbing your ankle before youâre able to land another blow.
âAh, sorryââ You mutter sheepishly, reeling back your foot. âI didnât mean to kick Umbreaker.â
For what itâs worth, the apology comes quicklyâyouâve learned better than to mess with a manâs jinki, especially Enjinâs. You've nearly tripped more times than you can count over that bulky extension of himself that he always keeps within reach.
You know itâs serious too when he doesnât even bother with the stupid nicknames he usually calls you. Nevertheless, youâre left puzzled when Enjinâs laughter comes out loud and sharp.Â
â...that wasnât Umbreaker, Princess.â
Huh? What does he mean that isnâtâÂ
You freeze.Â
Carefully peeking out from under your arm, your reddened eyes squint down the length of your body and onto his. When the realization does set in of what exactly you kicked, it smacks you harder than any hit of ganja ever could.
âOâŠohâŠâOH MY GAWD!â
Immediately springing upright, your vertigo swirls with how fast youâre scrambling to your knees as you gawk.
Time passes for what seems like a solid minute or two and neither of you speak.Â
Youâre staring at the crotch of Enjinâs baggy pants and Enjin is staring at you.
âHeh.â
The devious look on Enjinâs face right now could shame the devil himself. Yet youâre still in utter disbelief.
Thereâs no way thatâs his dick!
Still, your brain wonât stop running the numbersâhigh girl math with clumsy calculations drawn from the fleeting brush of your toes against the long, thick mass hidden beneath the fabric of his baggy pants. Enjinâs words ring in your mind like a gongââthat wasnât UmbreakerâŠâ
âYouâre burninâ a hole through my dick, Princessââ
Enjinâs voice unfurls seductively, like the smoke curling from his lips.
ââkeep starinâ like that and Iâm gonna think you wanna see it.â
Your eyes meet his dead-on.Â
âI do.â
âYeah, Iâm sure yoâwait, come again?!â
Enjinâs grip goes slack, the joint slipping from his fingers. He was halfway to some sassy quip, ready to taunt your denialâbut your delivery is so honest, with no teasing or angle to play off, he doesnât know what to do with it.
The embers hiss against his thigh before he even registers he dropped it.
âTch.â Cursing under his breath, he flicks it asideâitâs all roach anywayâand tries to pull himself back together.
Youâre fucking with him. Yeah. Thatâs it.Â
Smug again, Enjin leans into the bit you started.
âHa haâŠright. I know my stuck up lilâ Trash Princess isnât asking to give me a dick inspectionâŠâ
Enjin adjusts his pants in a casual sweep that doesnât fool either of you. Heâs not brushing off the remaining flakes of ashâheâs palming his restless cock that jumped at the idea of you actually wanting to see it.
But both you and Enjin would quickly discover, despite your snobby Spherite upbringing, you lose any type of filter and sense of couth while highâblurting out your thoughts unabashedly.Â
âI said I wanted to see it, Trashy Poppins. Or mânot gonna believe youâre actually that big.â
You fold your arms, huffing stubbornly.
There was no way an unbearably annoying man like Enjin was slanging actual horse cock!Â
He had to be the one fucking with you here.
Well, wait, noâa cocky, stupidly sexy man having a big dick actually tracks, now that you think about it.
But stillâyou need to verify. For science, if nothing else.Â
Yeah. Science.
Enjin blinks, taking stock of youâkneeling close, your tits straining like theyâre about to burst free, and your skirt rides so high on your thighs this time, he swears one more millimeter and heâd see your panties for real.Â
âCâmon nowâŠâ
Your sickly sweet coos needle at Enjinâs spine.
â...as if you arenât always upskirting me just to see my panties.â
Shit. You knew it was intentional?
âAt least you can show me your undies for a change. If youâre really that big, then Iâll be able to tell.â
The spark alight in your eyes is a challenge to Enjin, who loves pushing your limits. Now he needs to know how far youâll go. Even if heâs completely unprepared for this turn of events, heâs sure as fuck not gonna be the one backing down first.
âSâthat right, Princess? Well, I havenât even seen yours today soââ
Enjin doesnât even get the chance to finish before youâre lifting your skirt and spreading your knees wider. You stare up at the ceiling, the popcorn squares suddenly appearing super interesting to you. Enjinâs eyes however immediately zero-in on the pink lace stretched tight across your pussy.
Christ.
With a much closer view, Enjin picks up all the little details he usually missesâlike how the hem digs into your soft curves or how the material is thin enough to see the split of your chubby lil pussy lips pressed underneath.Â
Goddamn, are you intentionally buying them a size too small?Â
Or is your pussy print just that fat?
Enjin gulps, mouth dry.Â
His attention caught like a hook to your cunt, everything else is unimportantâincluding the irony of how he was just teasing you for the very same thingâitâs all utterly lost on him. His priorities shifting rapidly the longer he ogles you.
After a minute, giving him quite frankly more of his fill than he deserves, you let your skirt drop back into place. The alluring spell of your fatma breaks when your knees snap shut and Enjin is yanked back to a world that doesnât exist between the apex of your doughy thighs.Â
All of his lecherous starring is worth it thoughâif only to be able to throw his own saying back at him for once.
âNow, howâs it go again? Itâs not peer pressuââ
ââYeah, yeah, I got it, PrincessâMy turn.âÂ
Enjin relents, cutting you off with a twisted grin as he shakes his head.
âYa donât gotta break my arm to see my dick, babe. Just makinâ sure youâre sure. Donât need you runninâ off telling Semiu I flashed ya.â
Semiu is already on Enjinâs ass for teasing you as much as he does. Something about him being âtoo grownâ not to ânut upâ and âcome to terms with his realityâ, but Enjin was never listening for long, zoning out as soon as a new lecture was underway.Â
However, if your prissy ass really wants to see his dick that bad, of course heâd oblige. Hell, Enjin would get another kick outta watching your horror when you realize for real just how much heâs packing. It had been a minute since he'd seen that look on a woman.
For being as hot and charming as he is, Enjin didnât get nearly as much play as he shouldâve. He isnât a virgin by any means, but too many women take one glance at his size and back off expeditiously. Â
Life on the ground meant hustling to survive for most. Nobody could afford to be laid up for days just because Enjinâs wrecking ball of a cock tore through their walls, rendering them unable to walkâlet alone go to work.
Yet with a clink, that all changes as the leather strap of his belt and gear slides free. Enjin lifts his hips enough to shove his pants down past his thighs and there it isâshort red boxer briefs with a black waistband, the fabric stretched thin over the obscenely long, thick outline of his dick resting along his thigh.
Simply put, your jaw drops. Thereâs a static-like silence buzzing in your mind as you process the monstrous mass of phallic muscle before you.
Youâve never seen a dick that huge in your entire life.Â
Clocking your shock, Enjinâs chest puffs like heâs just been crowned a king in the room.
âRelax, PrincessâŠâ he drawls, smugness saturating every word.
âI ainât even all the way hard yet.â
Bullshit!Â
Your eyes pingpong between his face and his cock before landing on the obvious conclusionâno overthinking this time.
âWhat are you waiting for then? Get hard.â
Enjin actually chokes for real this time, still not used to how blunt his demure lilâ Trash Princess gets when sheâs high. He manages to laugh regardless once he finds his breath as he sure as hell doesnât hate this new side of you.
âHah?! It doesnât work like that ya knowâŠâ
Enjin lies right through his fucking teeth.Â
Just hearing that vulgar command from your prissy lilâ lips has his blood surging south, his cock swelling at rapid speed. Already on go, his dickprint thickens, straining against the fabric until threads stretch thin to form almost obscenely over him like second skin.
Yet unlike his past hookups you donât flinch at the sight of him getting even bigger.Â
Thereâs more than enough incredulousness on your face for sure, but Enjin half expected you to backpedal for the sake of your pussyâs self-preservation and book it out the door. Instead, the look youâre giving his dick is more akin to awe than fear.
Truly, thoughâyou are in awe.
Men werenât like this on the Sphere. Well, your husband certainly wasnât.
Older than you by over a decade, your husbandâs stamina was so poor he never lasted long. His size, his endurance, and his dismissive comments about your sexual appetite being perversely unbecoming for a lady of your station had you wondering if something was wrong with you this entire timeâif you expected too much from sex.
But when your eyes drift back to Enjinâcatching the thick vein running along his length, visible even through the fabricâyou know better now.Â
It was never you.
The realization brings a surge of boldness. Your gaze trails the pulse of his cock down to the wet patch blooming at the tipâso much pre spilling it seeps through the fabric.Â
Enjin inhales sharply through his nose. He knows heâs proven his size, but your silence and the way youâre eyeing his cock like some kind of museum exhibit is starting to get to him.Â
Enjin doesnât want to back down as he impatiently waits for your final verdict of approval. But if you keep staring at him like that, with those big pretty eyes of yours, heâs going to come in his pants, untouched, like some fucking cuck.
âWell, Princess? Big enough for ya?â
You donât even hear Enjin, too lost in your own thoughts. Your body, buzzed and reckless, has a mind of its own though. Reaching out, your hand leaves your lap to trace the thick ridges of his cock, mapping its shape through his briefs.Â
âOh, shiiiiââ Enjin hisses.Â
His lip catches between his teeth as all thoughts vanish the moment your delicate little fingers start stroking him.
âArghâfuck. Canât jusâ go grabbing a manâs dick like that ya know.â
Yet Enjin does nothing to stop you as your touch grows bolder. Your palm flattens around his girthâtoo thick for even your whole hand to wrap around, even through his boxers.
How would someone even get something that monstrous inside them!?
Encircling his leaky cockhead, you giggle as your index finger slowly tap-tap-taps the mess heâs made there, amused at how many of the small, sticky suds you can gather on your finger through the material.
Enjinâs own laugh is strangled. This canât be real.
Youâre unfazed by Enjinâs provocations â too mesmerized by the obscenely large cock in front of you that has you squirming uncomfortably as your own panties turn swampy with heat.Â
âMay I?â
Meeting Enjinâs gaze, your polite innocence is accented by a wide-eyed pout thatâs far too sweet for the filthy implications of your request. Like youâre nicely asking permission to play with your favorite toyâexcept you donât even wait for him to give it,fingers impatiently snapping the edges of his waistband like some cockhungry slut.Â
âUhâŠâ Enjin blanks while his dick is practically screaming at him to respondâeven a damned head nod would suffice. Yet his brain blue-screens as it registers that lookâthe normally innocent, curiosity filled look that he's been craving since he found you in No Man's Landânow twisted into something debased and filthy. And best of all?
Meant just for him.
Enjinâs so fucking hard right now itâs painfulâand hell, if youâre planning to do something about that, heâs not about to stop you.
âKeh. Do you, boo.â
Enjin manspreads, giving you full access. You eagerly pull down his shorts just enough to release his cock, and it springs free, thick and heavy.Â
Good God, heâs a big boy!Â
Although you knew that, seeing the monster in all of its unleashed glory was an entirely different experience. Enjinâs dick bobs back to curve towards his abs, a shiny pubic piercing shining at his base under its shadow.
Panting, your previously dormant inner size queen activates. You have to swallow down the bucket of saliva collecting on your tongue before you chokeâyou canât help but salivate at the thought of what a huge cock like this tastes like⊠what it feels like.Â
Youâre pretty sure it could break you in two, and surprisingly, the thought excites you.
Lowering yourself on all fours, the first tentative lick you give Enjinâs length has his toes curling as he grips the sofa, ripping a chunk clean off the decaying material.Â
You moan out a depraved 'ahhh' once you reach the top, a little smile playing on your lips as you tongue down the hole at his tip. Greedily, you lap up all the little dribbles of pre beading at the tip and flowing out.
âW-Woaaahâugh. FUCK!â
Enjinâs hand flies into your hair as he clears his throat. Sure, your mouthwatering stares made a blowie likely, but diving in this shamelessly? Itâs enough to make him feel like heâs losing his damn mind.
You grip his baseâan insurance policy to keep him from cummingâwhile your other hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. His thigh jolts beneath you and you simper at how sensitive he is despite his massive size.
âT-Thereâs no way in hell they taught your prissy ass how to be this much of a slut up there.â
Pouting, you release his balls to cradle his cockhead against your puffed up cheek, uncaring of the amount of pre seeping across your jaw.Â
âD-DoâŠdo you hate it? My husâum, ex said it was a turn off. H-he'd say I have 'the depravity of a slums streetwalker.â
Staring up at Enjin, your eyes are clouded with lust, yet edged with worryâlike heâd threatened to rip something precious away. But itâs only his cock youâre coddling tighter against your cheek, your lips parting just enough to chase the beads of pre that drip close to your mouth.
If you werenât gripping Enjinâs base so hard he definitely would have blown a load all over your face. Fuck, if the thought isnât tempting to him though â he doesnât think youâd even mind in this state. Â
Goddamn, youâre so much sluttier than Enjin could have ever imagined.Â
And heâd imagined it plenty.Â
Especially on nights Enjin stumbled back to HQ drunk and alone, having closed down the bar with Corvus and Gris. Left to sate his own booze-fueled boner, heâd shamelessly rut into his pillow. Yet, no matter where his perversions strayed, every faceless fantasy in the dark insisted on transmuting into you.Â
You seriously think he couldnât match your freak?Â
Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.
âHate it?âÂ
Enjin holds back the growl building at the back of his throat. Thereâs a torrent of thoughts swirling with his high all at onceâall coming to settle right back into his dick.Â
âNever. Show me who you really are, Princessânâ Iâll give it right back to ya tenfoldâthatâs a promise.â
If you werenât already trembling with arousalâfinally free to let your freak flag flyâyou mightâve shied away. Enjinâs easy acceptance of you stirs something deeper, something messy that you usually ignore before it can settle. Now, with his scent thick on your face and tongue, youâre not thinking at allâaching with the urge to all but inhale his cock.
You merely nod, flashing Enjin a coy smile before stretching your plush lips to wrap around him. Slowly, you swallow down his girth, mouth hot with suction so deliciously moist Enjinâs hips jerk up. You gag, but his firm grip on your roots keeps your head in place, forcing his length to breach your throat.
âThatâs it, babyâŠopen up f-fâer meâg-good fucking girl, PrincessâŠâ
Tears prick at your eyes as his cock pounds back of your throat. The stretch is brutalâbut some desperate part of you craves more of his filthy praise. What you canât take with your mouth, your hands make up forâstroking every thick inch your lips canât swallow.
âShiiiit, girl! Youâre a pro at this.â
If you ask Enjin later, heâd probably call you a throat goat, however most of your âexperienceâ came from the smutty paperbacks high-society wives hid in corsets and swapped under tea tablesânot actual practice. You donât really know what you are doing. Youâre just following the book's explicit instructions.Â
Still, Enjin doesnât seem to mind being your test dummy.Â
On the contrary, Enjin is more than happy to let you do your thing and he does just that. Although, the longer your head bobs along his cock, the more your skirt rides upâuntil it finally flips over your hips, giving him a perfect view of the cheeky lace framing your ass.
Enjin groans, gripping your ass with bruising force before sliding his fingers down to palm your pussy over your pantiesâfuck, youâre already dripping for him.
âHahâuppity cunt gets this sloppy just from a lilâ dick sucking, eh?â
Enjin laughs, yet the gravel rattling in his voice betrays him. No one has ever fearlessly tried to deepthroat him and actually fucking enjoyed it.Â
Unable to respond with your mouth, too busy still trying to do the impossible and fit more inside your throat, your hips respond insteadâwiggling desperately against his fingers, begging for more of his touch.Â
Enjin doesnât hesitate. Slipping a tatted finger into your panties, he drags it through your folds, marveling at how wet and scorching you are. Pushing into your core, your walls clamp down, fluttering around his digit.
Oh fuck, even his fingers are big!Â
A second ringed finger follows â the rough, callous fingers of a man who's seen too many fights scrape so good against all your gooey spots. Lewd squelches echo from your pussy as your throat tightens around him in tandem. The sounds, the squeeze, the heatâall of it is driving him crazy.
Shit heâs gonna cum for real this time.Â
To his credit, Enjin tries to warn youâtries to pull you off before itâs too late.Â
He doesnât wanna risk pissing you off and having you refuse to ever do this again. Enjin still wants to fool around more;, he wants to fuck you. Itâs that thoughtâyour pretty pussy lips splitting open to swallow him insteadâthat has him busting his hot seed down your throat in thick, hot pulses.
âHAHHâFUHH!â
Releasing your hair, Enjin half expects you to pull away, furious he hadnât warned you. Instead, your nails dig into his thigh, steadying yourself. You moan around him, the vibrations rippling through his sensitive cock while you work him for every last drop, his hips jerking beneath you.
Only when youâre certain youâve drained him do you pull back, swollen lips coming off his cock with a wet pop.Â
âAllll go-neee S-Sheee? HAhhhhh~âĄâ
Tits jiggling as you heave for air, you present your tongue to Enjin as proof youâve swallowed all of him. Every. Filthy. Drop.
You canât help but agreeâyour throatâs wrecked and your pussyâs aching to be used just as thoroughly. Enjinâs fingers arenât inside you any more, although they are still on your pussy, running through your folds absentmindedly. Â
âNghân-eed m-more,â you slur.
All your decorum was lost to the wind the moment you asked to see his dickâyou donât even care that itâs Enjin of all people that you just gave head to. Suddenly, the obnoxious pain in your ass seems like your only deliverance. Right now, you're more frustrated that you've spent so much time bickering with him when you could have been fucking him.
You much prefer his moans to anything else coming out of his mouth.
You need him to get hard againâimmediately!
Enjin, mind mushy with release, takes another joint out to light. As much as he wants to return the favor after that kind of sloppy top, the man needs a minute. His high has his whole body tingling from the post release sensitivity.
But you canât wait any longer. Itâs been god knows how long since youâve had a proper orgasm and those were only from your own small, fumbling fingers. Throat achy and raw, you quiver at the masochistic thought of how his cock is going to absolutely obliterate your pussy.
You slide your panties down before flinging off your jacket and top. Taking a seat on Enjin's lap, you're now clad in just your bra, your skirt that's bunched up at your hips, and thigh highs. Grabbing his cock, you give his soggy, half-hard girth a few encouraging pumps.
Your pussy is already slobbering, a viscous string of syrupy slick drips down from your slit to land on his cockhead, connecting you to him as you line him up.Â
Feeling your fingers around his length, Enjin's eyes fly open, balancing the joint between his lips as he quickly shrugs off his own jacket, checking the pockets.
âWoah, woah. Slow your roll there sweetheartâyouâre skipping a few steps.â
You arenât listening though, not giving a fuck what Enjin is talking about as you cry out, grinding your clit against his fat tip, before running it back through your folds.
Enjin grits his teeth, coughing out smoke as he holds the joint in one hand and your hips in the other. Youâre being a brat again, not listening to a single word heâs saying.Â
âGotta find my rubbersâŠalso gotta stretch you out better, Princessâyouâre gonna split in two if I donât.â
You whimper, petulant and needy. You press his cockhead against your entrance, swiveling your hips like youâre going to recklessly sink down on him at any second.
âHuh? Rubbers?â You shake your head in confusion, pouting. âmâEnnnnjiiiiinâŠI canât wait that longâpuh-leaseee donât make me wait sâlong, Enjiiiiin. I can take it, promiseee!â
The way you sweetly coo his name is shattering any sense of self-control Enjin has left. The urge to submit you to the ultimate corruption surges hot through his veins, but Enjin knows how big he is and while he did want to break you, he didnât want to hurt you in the process. You are absolutely nuts to want to ride him with so little prepânow, on top of everything else, you apparently wanted him to fuck you raw.
Waitâdid you just ask what rubbers were? Did you not have condoms on the Sphere?
But any lingering concerns dissipate the second you start fighting to get his tip inside you.
âToo s-slow!â You groan.
Fear is the last thing on your mindâevident in the way you impale yourself on him, defiant even against the impossible stretch. Your pussy is tight around the swollen head of his cock, strangling it as your nails dig into his shoulders. You grind in slow, desperate circles. Tears roll down your cheeks as you bite them to keep from crying out, your body fighting against every inch.
Enjin watches with a dark glint in his eyes â you trying so hard for him makes him want to flip you over and fuck you into the cushions. But heâd let you have it at your own paceâŠfor now.Â
Releasing your hip, Enjin spits into his palm, rubbing his slick fingers over your clit in slow steady circles.Â
âSuch a hard-headed girlâcâmereâŠâ
Enjin takes a long drag from the joint, balancing it between his fingers as he grabs the back of your neck. His lips crash into yours before you can think.
You gasp and Enjin takes the opportunity to exhale the smoke deep into your lungs, taking the harshest of the hit himself. You're left with only the smooth, earthy flavor warming your chest before it melts through your limbs.
But itâs the way he kisses you after that really knocks the ground out from under you. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yoursâhungry, messy, like he wants to steal the little air you have left until youâre only breathing him in.
Your arms wrap around his neck, hands buried in his soft buzzed undercut, anchoring yourself. You moan into his mouth and he swallows it greedily, teeth nipping your lower lip before diving right back in. All the while, his thumb keeps grinding into your clit, faster now, like heâs keeping rhythm with the pulse thatâs beating under your skin.
Why does it feel this good? How is he doing this to your body? Sânot fair!Â
Not realizing you could feel this good from a kiss, you're unraveling in real time. Your mind goes blank with every pulse, every word, every inch. Youâre not even fully seated yet, but you can already feel the blunt head of his cock grinding against your cervix, the pressure building with each centimeter you drop. You never imagined you could feel this fullâlike he might actually breach your womb.
The thought alone has you trembling, unstable, your aching thighs giving out, causing you to slide down a bit too fast. The thick veins along his length rake across your g-spot and your body snaps. A sharp, helpless spasm rocks you as your breath catches and a small, unexpected orgasm rolls through you.
Enjin pulls back just enough to let you breathe, though your body doesnât stop shivering, lost in a blur of pleasure and pain.
âEh... did you just cum, Princess?â
The question is rhetorical, full of smug amusement, as he can feel the increasing wetness leaking down his cock, making it all the easier for you to slide down.   Â
Teasing your earlobe, Enjinâs tongue dips in to flick at the shell of it, making you clench.
âHA! Good fucking girl! A lilâ more and I bet sheâll be a real squirter fâer me.â
Enjin beams, proud of his Trash Princess. No woman had ever taken him this deepânot even close. Enjin hadnât expected you to be any different. And yetâŠwhen Enjin looks down, he releases a groan deep from his gut.
The sight alone almost has Enjin nutting in you -- your drooling cunt spread so wide around his girth, sitting almost at his base. A thought flashes briefly â it's kinda like heâs a virgin again. Parts of his dick had never experienced this kind of molten heat so maybe, in a sense, he is? Enjin didnât fucking care if he was though, as he ainât about to be with the way your pretty pussy is giving way like itâs made for him.Â
âRun that back.â
Enjin takes the final drag, pinching the smoldering end of the joint between his fingers before flicking it aside. He leans in again, slower this time. Thereâs no rush in how his mouth seals over yours. The second shotgun is less about the smoke and more about the feel of youâyour lips parting for him, your breath syncing to his, and the small whimper you make as he sucks slowly on your tongue.
The haze spreads between you both, thick and warm. Simultaneously, his knuckles tease your clit, a soft schlick sound filling the space between you from you getting wetter by the second. By the strength of some unknown force, you finally bottom out, immediately collapsing into his neck.Â
You both moan. Enjin feels you quivering from the inside out and you feel him everywhereâshifting your guts into your ribs.Â
âIâŠI did it.â
Your smile blooms soft against his inked skin, lips grazing the spot where you can feel his own pulse hammering wildly.
Enjinâs in no state to congratulate you on your impressive feat. Completely sheathed in you raw, coring out your gummy walls into the shape of his dickâsomething in his brain chemistry fizzles. Like a bit of pussy juice, acting as a catalyst, slipped into his dick and traveled straight to his prefrontal cortex to corrode all of his previous thoughts about you. The result is clear.
Enjin doesnât give a fuck if you are a snobby, annoying, needy lilâ brat who never let him get away with shit and bitches at him constantlyâthe furtherest thing from his type.
Because honestly?
Motherfuck a bullshit-ass type. Your slutty ass pussy is fuckinâ perfect.Â
For the first time, Enjin realizes he might be in love with you.Â
How could he even look at another woman after this?
One thing if for certainâEnjin is going to make damn sure you never have the desire to even look at another man.
Both his hands trail up your hips, groping and squeezing the plump curves of your ass before settling at your waist. His blunt black nails dig into your skin to pull you back from his neck.
Enjin whistles, admiring the stagnant stream of spittle lingering on your chin. Look at youâcockdrunk just from sitting on him.Â
Enjin doesnât think heâs ever seen you look more beautiful.
âEnjiiiiiin,â you whimper, not being able to hold yourself up.Â
But your cries for him only inflame the predatory smirk on his lips, your honeyed cunt hugging his cock so beautifully.Â
âMakes sense you fell from heaven, huh Princess?âÂ
Whether you're ready or not, Enjin forcibly winds you on his cock in slow circles. Your clit brushes up against the well placed pubic ring like a reward for being the first to experience it.
ââcause this pussyâs a fuckinâ angel.â
Your eyes are already lodged in your skull so you canât even roll them at his cheesy line. But if your pussy is an angel, then Enjin's dick is most definitely a demonâhis sinful cock tearing through your insides and condemning you straight to hell.
Moaning loudly, your body moves on autopilotâchasing more friction from the rhythm Enjin set. Good thing everyone was at happy hour or you would for sure be attracting some major attention now.
Although, to be honest you probably wouldnât notice anyway. You donât even notice when your bra falls away, your tits spilling out just so Enjin could watch them jiggle in his face. You only register its disappearance once his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue finally saying itâs âhelloâ.
âShiiiiit!â
Your hips stutter, then stall when Enjin tugs at your sensitive bud with his teeth.
âHeyâŠI know my Trash Princess ainât tappinâ out just yet.âÂ
SMACK!
Enjin brings a heavy palm down on your ass and your pussy clenches tighter around him. Enjin relishes the way your plush curves mold to his hands, each smack adding to the wet, messy sounds between you. Youâve already leaked enough on his lap to stain the sofa beneath you.
âNah, ya just got on the ride, baby. Giddy-up.â
SMACK!
âNNNGH!â You weakly glare daggers at him.Â
Any softness on Enjinâs face has since been replaced by something far more mischievous. If you thought he was obnoxious beforeâyouâre about to learn heâs a full-blown menace inside of pussy.
Wobbling, you gather together what little resolve you have left to roll your hips forward.Â
âHAAH! Sâtoo biiiiiig,â you whine but your body canât stop.
The juices saturated between you grant enough momentum to finally get a good, smooth bounce going.
âFuckâthatâs it, ride it like itâs yours, baby.â Enjin encourages you.
The way you cream harder every time he calls you 'baby' doesn't go unnoticed.
âOh? You like me talking sweet to the pussy, baby girl?âOr do you just like being my filthy lilâ trash slut, hm Princess?â
Gritting your teeth, you grab on to Enjinâs shirt like reins, pulling him closer to you.Â
âY-YouâreâŠgonnaâahshiiiitâhafta f-fuck mâbetter than thisssâŠif you want m-me to be your âbaby girlââTrash Daddy.â
Unfortunately, your sass falls flatâyou can barely keep your head from lulling to the side. But Enjinâs thoroughly entertained nonethelessâheâll take âTrash Daddyâ over âTrashy Poppinsâ any day.
âBet.â
Electricity runs through Enjin. Heâs all charged upânow itâs his turn to unleash.
Your brow furrows from the noise Enjin makesâyouâre not sure if he just laughed or snarled. But it's the only warning you get.Â
Sliding down the sofa a bit, adjusting himself for stability, Enjin spreads his legs, planting his feet firmly on the floor as he bullies his cock up into you like he's breaking in his own personal fleshlight.
All you can do is go slack, falling forward on his chest. His grip bruising your hips, not allowing you to run from the way his blunt cockhead plows into your womb like a battering ram.Â
The couch beneath you groans, its frame creaking under the strain. The wood and leather protest like the entire thing might fall apart at any moment.
âEnjinnnnn, mâslowwww dowwwnnn!âÂ
Your cries only fuel his frenzy and Enjin knows from the way youâre gushing on him you can take it.
Fuckâthis sweet lilâ pussy is just so good for him. Imagine if he never met you.Â
If you neverâ
Enjin cuts the thought off cold.Â
Moving before you can blinkâyour world flips. One second heâs pummeling up into you, the next youâre on your back.Â
Enjin peels away his shirt, muscles flexing as he looms over you. His hands curl around your ankles to keep them pinned overhead. A single bead of sweat catches your bleary eyes as it slides down his bare chest, gliding over firm muscle. The bold ink patterns seem to come alive on his skin. He looks so fucking sexy right now and you canât help but to shamelessly ogle him.
Yet, thereâs something much too serious and somber about Enjinâs current demeanor. Youâve been staring at him far too long to go unnoticed. The highly expressive, sassy powerhouse is rarely this silent. He should be teasing you right now, asking some smartass shit like if youâre âenjoying the viewâ.Â
âEnjin?â
Your sweet voice hits his ears and instantly you have his attention again. Enjin flashes you a pearly white smile.
âHeh, enjoy the break, Princess? You wont get another.â
Ignoring the question in your eyes, Enjin folds you into a mating press, thrusting to the hilt all in one motion. The sound of flesh lewdly slapping against flesh fills the room, as do your cries.
But thereâs still something else burning in his eyes. Enjin knows itâs unfair not to be honest with you, but taking out his unspoken feelings on your pretty pussy is the only way he can express himself at the moment.Â
Suddenly, thereâs a loud creak followed by a decisive snap and two of the sofaâs legs give out. If your sweat and cum weren't like glue on the old leather youâd surely slide off head first. You yell out in alarm, but Enjin doesnât give a fuck about the damn sofa.
His mood is still soured by the thought that wouldnât be shaken away until he confronted itâ
If you never fell.
But you did. He found youâand now that Enjin has you under him like this, he needs to fuck the point heâs concluded into you:
If Rudo ever finds a way to the Sphere, Enjin will personally travel there and see to your ex-husband himself.Â
Hell, he might even rail you in front of him a few timesâshow him what a real man could do. Maybe even a realâŠhusband?
If the sounds of sloshing fluids and skin slapping skin weren't ringing so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else, you would have thought Enjin had lost his mind with the way he was cackling above you. He sounds completely deranged, laughing at the idea of him finally wanting to settle down all while continuing to pound you deeper into the broken sofa.
But despite being high off weed and your pussy, Enjinâs mind has never been more clearâhe wants to lock you down.
âHah⊠P-Princess, can ya feel me in your tummy? RightâŠâ Enjinâs golden eyes lock on the ever-so-slightly distended bulge from the monstrous intrusion in your guts.
â....right, here.âÂ
Throwing your legs over his shoulders, his large hands splay across your sweat sheened belly. Youâre squirming under the heat of Enjin sandwiching your guts between his palm and his cock. Its all far too muchâyouâre too full, unable to really focus on what Enjinâs saying.
âAhh, E-Enjâmâ c-cum, g-gonna mmmâŠâ you hiccup, swallowing your tears.
Your nails rake down his arm to ground yourself but your body is thrumming too hard, adrift in the rush rolling through every one of your wired nerves. Your tits bounce obscenely every time your velvety walls devour his cock back down to the base. Enjinâs pubic piercing bucking against your clit has you clutching onto his dick like you were about to break it off.
You feel so fucking good. Enjin desperately needs to feel you creaming on his cock, and you would be soon if your kitten nails raking down his armsâ adding more red to his already inked skinâ were any indication.Â
âThatâs it, Princess, hahâfuck, baby, I got you. Squirt for your Trash Daddy.â
As if on command, the knot inside you coils to its breaking point, prickling every nerve, releasing a warm rush of fluids. Your body tingling in ecstasy, you quickly tumble over your peak, eyes blinded by speckles of brightness as you cum.
Yet Enjin hasn't slowed, his continuous pounding forcing more of your cum and squirt to gush out of youâthe melody of his now drenched balls colliding with your wet ass only growing loude
âFuck, thatâs it. Pussy cryinâ like she wants my cum, PrincessâŠâÂ
Youâre barely conscious from all the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head.Â
âSheâs jealous that slutty throat of yours got all my cum, now itâs her turn to swallow, isnât that right?â
Itâs a rather roundabout way for Enjin to ask if he can nut inside you, but then again, he wasnât really asking. The thought of breeding you makes him feral.Â
âAhhâfânnghhhh!â
Non-verbal and fucked dumb, youâd probably agree to anything right now. Youâre an utter messâpussy stretched beyond anything you thought possible, face sticky with slobber rolling down to pool in the folds of your neck.Â
âOâcourse it isâŠgonna dump all these trash babies into my princessâ sweet lilâ cunt.â
Although you are super turned on by the thought of Enjin breeding you, there's no way you have any idea how serious Enjin is about putting a baby in you. How could you? You donât even realize the love confession his cock is professing to you.
âFUHHHHâtake it!â
Enjin pumps thick ropes of his cum into your tummy as his body thrashes on top of yours. The primal intensity has you vibrating as another orgasm rips through your overstimulated and overworked pussy. Filled the brim, his spunk overflows, sploshing out of your pussy as he rocks his hips, urging his seed deeper to plant right in your womb.
In the afterglow, the two of you lie off-kilter in a tangled heap on the broken sofa. Thereâs blood rushing to your headâ not the worst place for it, you think, all things considered. Enjinâs weight is heavy, his chest heaving into yours, warm and sticky as he wraps you in his arms.Â
Just as you feel you both might drift off like this, Enjin stirs. Flinching, you whimper as Enjin wills himself up, his cock sliding out of your pussy with a squelchy suctioning noise. Your knees part for him with zero resistance as he inspects his handiwork, peeling apart your battered pussy lips to reveal your dug out slit.Â
âWhewww,â Enjin whistles at the sight of the thick creampie glistening in your core. âAll this cum your cute pussy pulled outta meâyouâd think she was my jinki.â
Sober, you likely would have slapped him for referring to your pussy as his vital instrument. But ecstasy clouds your logic, so high off endorphins and other substances, you only giggle. It is kinda funny you suppose.
âYeahâsquirtinâ on command like that. Definitely an attack type.â
Spread open, the thick plug of spunk froths out of you. But Enjin simply tuts, pushing it right back in, not wanting to waste a single drop.
âYeah, how about that, âmma duel wielder! Yup, definitely gotta name âer nowâwhat you thinkinâ I should call her, princess?â
Enjin sees the way your pretty cunny is twitching, and in his pussy drunk mind, it's an approval. The spasms that still quake through you are like tremors of Morse Codeâyour slutty pussy agreeing with him, begging for more. Flipping you over on your belly, Enjin is more than happy to fulfill any request of his new vital instrument.
âGot it! Cumbringer! The Umbreaker and The Cumbringer. Nice ring to âem, dontâcha think?â
Cumbringer!?
Later, you would definitely regret being so thoroughly fucked out of your mind you didnât put a stop to this. Enjin is most definitely going to be insufferably proud of himself for the next 3-6 business weeks. Heâd lord this over you and tease you with not-so-subtle hints around the rest of the cleaners.Â
Yet, as Enjin is swabbing his huge cock through your folds, you feel the ache of loss in your core, wanting to be filled again and you canât seem to find the fucks to careâyou just needed more of his dick, likeâŠnow.
Pleased with your compliance, Enjin thumbs the dips at the small of your back, perching your ass up so your back arches real nice.
âTrash Daddyâs gonna take real good care of Cumbringer from now on, too. Make âer live up to the name.â
When Enjin pushes into you again, the new angle has him bullying against your g-spot with even more intensity than before. Seeing the way you jolt, he holds back from going as deep this time to directly abuse the spot. Slick runs down your legs and despite how slippery the ruined leather cushions are beneath you, Enjin still holds you firm as his cock sloshes through your ruined pussy.
âSay, how much anima you think is in my nut, Princess?â
You donât respond but Enjin, proving to have the stamina of a beast, feels like he should give you at least two more doses just to be sure.
â
Fading in and out of a euphoric stupor, youâre unsure how much time passes. Absolutely cockdrunk, at some point, youâd simply just surrendered. Your pussy clearly has zero complaints about being a jinki for Enjinâs cock and you are too dumb once you get a lil dick to stop him.
Somehow, youâve ended up folded over the wide coffee table. Itâs unstable beneath you, but Enjin doesnât seem to care what he breaks when heâs fucking you. He only moved from the sofa when the back of it finally broke.
Straining, you think you hear voices but everything feels so far away and fuzzy. The room gets darker and you realize Enjinâs thrown his coat over you. Still sheathed deep inside you, Enjinâs cock plants lazy kisses to your womb as he speaks rather casually to someone.
Hmm, did he get a call? Is that Semiu?
Semiu is likely calling, wondering why you both havenât shown up to happy hour yetâshit. Thereâs no way youâre making it in this condition; your limbs are toast. You canât even move the weight of Enjin's bulky jacket off of you, the heavy material trapping you in the humidity of your own breath and sweat. But in a way, the warmth is comforting. Your cheek resting against the wood, you allow the tent of muggy heat and his cock moving languidly inside you to lull you into complacencyâ in your delirium, everything feels like a nice dream.
Yet Enjin is fully alert, a shit eating grin on his face as he stares down Semiu and Gris who had just walked in on Enjin shamelessly beating your doonies down. Enjin only spared your modesty by covering you up, but he has no qualms with either Gris or Semiu seeing him in all his glory and doesnât even bother pulling out of you.
A fact that is painfully clear as he pats the pockets of his jacket draped over you for his cigsâhe might as well smoke if heâs giving you a break.
âI win,â Semiu turns to Gris, hand out expectantly.
Semiuâs cool expression never changes but there is amusement in her eyes as Gris fishes into his pockets and places a stack of bills into her hand.
âTsk, damnâŠâ Gris shakes his head, although heâs not shocked.Â
The two of you are down so horrendously bad for each other that this should have happened long ago as far as everyone else was concerned. The tension has been at an unbearable level for those around you, the way the two of you picked at each other non-stop like a kidâs first crush.
Alas, youâre an airhead and Enjin is so stubborn heâs delusional. So the older Cleaner members couldnât help, but place bets on when and where you and Enjin would finally slip between the sheets. Its a shame that you weren't in one of your beds right now--in between actual sheets--instead of the lounge becoming collateral damage.
âYou know, after all the game you talked about winning your money back at poker tonight, Bro said you were a no-show because you knew you were gonna loseâŠâ Gris eyes the boneless, quivering lump that is you under Enjinâs jacket.Â
Enjin really did a number on you. Your nonsensical babbles pouting for Enjin to âmake sure to tell Semiu to bring you back some fries from the barâ obviously means you have no idea that they are actually in the room.
âBut it looks like you have your âace in the hole' for an entirely different game.â
Enjin chortles. His hips stutter forward a bit too hard and you squeak in protest, he just hushes you.
âAwe, so you came back all this way to check-up on us? How sweet,â Enjin says sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette.
âHardly. Rudo accidentally chugged an entire beer he thought was sodaâthen proceeded to throw it all up over Zanka,â Semiu says flatly.Â
Enjin attempts to hold back his laughter as Semiu continues with a sigh. She explains thatGris helped carry Rudo back, promptly putting his little blacked out ass to bed. Zanka locked himself in the bathroom immediately upon returning.
âAlthough they're sure to be occupied for the rest of the night, since the kids are back in the building you need to wrap this shit up Enjinâshe looks like she could use the break anyway.â
Semiu casts a sympathetic look your way. She did warn you about Enjin though, so he was your mess to deal with now.Â
âSure thing,â Enjin says, patting your form underneath his coat, âIâve trained my new jinki well enough for tonight.âÂ
Semiu takes one look at the absolutely diabolical grin on Enjinâs face and decides she's already had enough of his shit for the night.
She sighs again. âJust hurry it up, alright?â
Enjin gives Semiu a cheeky salute. Yet the second her back is turned, Enjin mimes a dramatic chefâs kiss to the air for Gris. Enjinâs eyes roll back like heâs just had the best meal of his life.Â
Gris snorts, shooting him a wink and a thumbs-up for a âjob well doneâ like a proud teammate before heading out of the room as well.
âOne more thing.â
Semiu pauses in the doorway, hands resting on the double doors, surveying the crime scene-like state of the lounge. The sofa is toast, the coffee tableâs on life support, and there's a growing puddle under you, spilling over to slowly drip off its edge onto the floor.
âIf youâre just going to recklessly rawdog her, at least get her on the pill. Alice can sort that out tomorrowâright after you replace every piece of furniture youâve both annihilated.â
Enjin simply shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.
âI supposeâŠwe can stop by Aliceâs too.âÂ
Semiu just rolls her eyes, only to wrinkle her nose as a wave of stale air wafts by.
âAnd for the love of godâcrack a window. Smells like fresh ass in here.â
Once the doors finally click shut, Enjin rips his jacket off of you and smiles. Youâre still blissed out in lalaland while your pussy, Cumbringer, is clenching around him like she has one more go left in her.
Grabbing your arm, he pulls you up. Still sheathed inside you, he sits back on his knees, bringing you with him, your back pressed against his chest.
âMmmmâ*yawns* Was that Semiu on the call, Enj?â
Call? Oh, heh.
âHa, yeah baby girl, just Semiu on the line,â Enjin lies too easily.Â
Itâs for your own benefit thoughâno need to ruin your bliss with anything silly like embarrassment or shame from being walked-in on. Hell, unless Semiu says something, Enjin might be able to get away with not ever telling you.
âShe said they ran outta fries though. Iâll get ya some later, yeah? Jusâ need Cumbringer to clock in one more time, Princess...â
Enjin rocks his hips with yours in a slow wave and your pout melts, no longer caring about the fries. Your head tips back onto his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.
âAh, mmmm, b-butângnh! She mentioned something about hotdogs and getting pills tomorrow? Is that a mission?â
Enjin hums to keep from laughing as he turns your face towards him. He smirks devilishly against your lips.
Distracting you with sweet chaste kisses, Enjin rubs gentle circles over your womb. Youâre gonna be so fucking hot waddling around HQ in your slutty ass uniform, tits leaking and belly full with his brats.Â
The only pill heâd get from Alice would be a fertility pill.
âNothing my slutty baby girl or my Cumbringer gotta worry about, Princess. Leave everything tâme.â
đđ§: ahh tysm for reading, especially if you are new to my writing. enjin brain rot is lethal. i needed to get this outta my system! jjk girlies forgive me for straying from my wip list and kinktober lol. definitely down to write more of him. i have a p2 and another enjin story (an AU) idea. but i have to focus on my jjk kinktober now! âĄ
also, in case anyone is wonderingâyes, reader's jinki is a labubu and yes, enjin just guilt tripped reader into growing him his own personal stash djhscjhdfj.
banner: mash up of official manga + rororogi mogera 'last mall' doujin panels.
Synopsis. By day, Nanami Kento is the perfect husband. Devoted. Loving. A gentle father to your two children. By night, heâs aching to stuff you pregnant with your third. CĂłckbIocked. Ravenous. Just waiting for the moment he can goâŠfull-on beast mode.
A/N. Based on the manga âBy Day, a Devoted Husband. By Night, Full-on Beast Modeâ by The Waidan.
T-minus 5 days until the long weekend.
âReading journalâŠpencil caseâŠextra capâŠâ Youâre rifling through the essentials stuffed inside your energetic sonâs backpack. He was five already, and reaching that age where he just insisted he could do all those âbig boyâ things by himself. âHmâŠI think you have everything-â
âReally? Yippeeââ Yujiâs pumping his fist in the air, before heâs immediately tugging the Spiderman-covered bag out of your hands and darting towards the open door. âOkay, momma- myfriendsareheregottogoloveyoubye-â
You watch after the blur of Spiderman and orange t-shirt in a slight daze, âAh- right. I love you, b-â BeforeâŠyou just slightly turn your head to the side, and in your peripheral vision you see- âWait! Yuji, you forgot your-â
A hand on your hip. A strong figure by your side.
âYuuujiââ A stern yet warm voice echoes, stopping the boy in his tracks in a split-second. âYouâve forgotten your lunch box, sunshine.â And towards the blond-haired man, you turn your head appreciatively.
Nanami Kento.
Your husband.
His overlarge palm cupped the side of your hips, and youâre only glad that Yuji couldnât see from there the way that Nanami gives you a good squeezeâ
âKento-â With a breathy whisper, youâre swatting at Nanamiâs chest. Right in-between his prominent pecs, where Nanamiâs usual office shirt was pulled tightly over his broad front, buttoned up like a gift- and even then, you glimpse slivers of his white undershirt peaking out.
Nanami was just so naturally chiselled, in all the years youâve known him. And you could swear that heâd only grown more built since expanding your family, with more hands-on labor - you guessed there was no better gym than a house with two children.
Slightly leaning up to him, youâre biting back a smile to mutter. âYujiâs going to see.â
Nanami only softly chuckles, walking out through the front door to meet his son halfway. Dutifully, Yuji turns around so that his father can re-pack that haphazard bag of his, squeezing the (also) Spiderman-patterned lunch box inside.Â
The boy pouts, âI pwomise I packed it.â
âMmm, I believe you.â He replies, with just a slight hint of amusement. And once Nanami was done zipping up Yujiâs backpack, he turns his son around and crouches down to meet him at eye-level. âBut, next time, how about we double check, sunshine? Just to make it easier on poor momma?â
Yuji considers it for a second- âOkay!â Before he runs back down the smooth, grey-stoned pathway leading up to your cozy lilâ house.Â
Nobara and Megumi were already waiting for him beyond your house gates, and they slightly balked as they watch their friendâs father stand to his full height afterwards. Marvelling at those huge shoulders. His towering height. The way that Nanami Kento was just so large that his hair seemed to form a coiled, golden halo in the morning sunlight.Â
It casted shadows on his handsome, handsome features. Accentuating that kind smile of his, just the tiniest dimple at the end of his lips.
You couldnât blame them - you were ogling him, too.
âYouâre huuuuge, Mr. Yujiâs Dad.â Nobara squeaks, once Nanami has accompanied his son safely outside. She casts a tiny hand over her brows to shade it from the sun as she stares.
Nanami smiles shyly, and hastens to grip onto the lilâ handle at the back of Yujiâs backpack - likely to stop him from running into (soon) oncoming traffic, you knew what your son was like. âWhy thank you, my dear. But you can just call me âuncleâ if youâd like-â
âIs your willy huge, too?â That question was, expectedly, asked by none other than Fushiguro Megumi. And you donât have to look to know that the surly little boy was likely pointing, too.
Honestly- not even covering your mouth and gnawing down on the insides of your cheek can stop the bark of laughter from leaving you. Pwah! Your eyes crinkle into slits of amusement, and through them youâre catching the helpless look that your husband throws your way. Cornered by a vicious, merciless trio of elementary schoolers.
Youâre waving your hand in front of himâa motion to just go on.
You wanted to see what heâd say (or not say). And Nanami just opens his mouth when-
âIt is.â When all of a sudden, Yujiâs the one to pipe up with the long-awaited answer. Proudly, heâs turning to his laughing friends with his hands on his hips, âOnce I needed to pee real bad when papa was showering, so I just went in and saw it- itâs huuuââ
âLook- look! The bus is coming.â Rapidly, Nanami claps his hand over Yujiâs mouth and diverts all attention towards the hounding yellow school bus that was crawling towards them now. Like an oversized caterpillar, of sorts, with the antenna and painted-on face in front to match.
And Nanami Kento was never a fan of these decorated school buses. Never a fan of those soulless blue eyes that a bus should honestly never have.
But right now it felt like the pearly gates of heaven had just opened.
He was bathed in warm relief, ushering the still-giggling trio inside the opening doors of the bus. With a kiss on his cheek goodbye, soon enough you and Nanami were waving off Yuji as he was ferried off to school.Â
Leaving behind only his gap-toothed grin, the clouded fumes of the bus, and you sighing- âWell, itâs certainly a loud morning.â Youâre turning to Nanami, who was still slightly pale from the- ahemâŠdiscussion before. âYou know, heâs already insisting on making his own school lunch? I just barely managed to keep it contained to packing only his school bag.â
Nanami snorts, âWhat- and survive on a pack of goldfish all day?â
âAnd the bugs from the playground, I donât know why he keeps picking at those.â
Your husband throws an arm around your waist as you walk back to the house together. And his strong, heavy forearm almost seems reluctant to leave your body so that he can continue tying his work tie.Â
From where it was left off earlier- âStrange child he is.â He loops it âround that collar of his, and your eyes watch the bob of Nanamiâs throat - so unintentionally attractive. âCan you believe that heâs five already? And Chosoâs about to start middle school, theyâre growing up too fast.â
âThey certainly are.â You hum, handing over Nanamiâs neat briefcase once heâs done. âI almost miss when they were just so tiny, and I could pick them both up at once- oh, but I do love them as is.â
He huffs out lovingly, that dimple making an appearance once more. âI know what you mean perfectly, my love.â
Itâs a comfortable affair retracing your steps back to the front door, like you had with Yuji earlier. Though much slower, much moreâŠlingering. Youâre hanging by the frame of the door as he steps out, and just before he was about to say his goodbyesââYou know- I wouldnât mind doing it all over again.â Nanami damn near snaps his head turning back to face you, looking you dead-on in the eyes. âThe children.â
Two fatal blows.
Nanamiâs eyes widen. Nanamiâs mouth drops, drier than the Sahara right now. A thin line of perspiration glides down his face. And you watch his body almost step all the way back inside the house. Nanamiâs fingers tremble on his briefcase, and you watch it slightly slip-Â
Before heâs managing to stop himself.Â
Shaking his head, the blond-haired man retracts his step and clears his throat. âIs that-â Faltering, he has to do so again. âI mean- ahem, is that so, my darling? You wish to have another ch-child?â
Slightly bemused, you only nod.
But of course, Nanami is paying laser-focused attention to each of your words, your signals. And you can see the bump of his Adamâs apple gulpâas he takes in just what you were implying. Tightening his formal silk tie âround his throat, âThen I believe, ahâŠI believe we should perhaps discuss this a little more. For both our own goods. Iâll be back a little early tonight, and weâll talk through the um- details, is that alright?â
âSounds good to meââ You hum, not oblivious to the manâs shattering composure inside. Nanami Kento hid it well - always so stoic, always so sensible, always so respected in his work place. On more than one occasion, youâd gotten comments from tittering women that they only wished they could have a husband that held it together even half as much.
But as his wife you knew it all.
And you knew when there was a chance that this stoic, sensible, stern Nanami Kento was about toâŠbreak.
So without a single second of hesitation, your dominant hand reaches out to grab him by the tie- simultaneously straightening it at the middle of his chest and dragging Nanamiâs head down to meet yours in a soft, soft kiss. Just the slow slide of your lips. Sensual. âIâll see you then, Kento.â Murmuring against his lips, you pull away with a smile. âCanât miss the daily kiss. Have a great day at work~!â
A smile that utterly kills him.
Your husband walks slightly stiffly all the way to the car. And with a final wave, heâs speeding off down the street as if getting to work sooner might just make the day end sooner, as well.
With a slight giggle, you head back inside.
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T-minus 4 days until the long weekend.
Unfortunately, that âdiscussionâ had to wait until the day after, because Nanamiâs workplace had been overdue on a few proposals (inconveniently misplaced by the new intern, and conveniently handed to your husband). And heâd ended up driving back home past 12AM, after youâd already put both the kids down to bed.Â
With you so tired after a long day of taking care of the house and waiting up for him, how could he possibly even think of infringing on your precious hours any longer?
So all Nanami had done was clean himself up hastily, and carry you back to your shared bedroom where youâd been drowsing on the living room couch. Cuddling you to sleep. Promising that youâd talk about it the day after.
You understood, of course.
You and Nanami had been together for about twelve years, after all (if you wanted to know the exact date, down to the number of hours and minutes, you could ask him and heâd certainly remember). From lovers to a married couple, to being blessed enough to adopt Yuji and Choso when they were young.
Despite two bustling boys, you had to admit that yours and Nanamiâs sex life hadnât exactly died down.
Just a sneaky quickie before anyone woke upâŠperhaps getting handsy underneath the covers after a long dayâŠ.And with Yuji now old enough to share a room with his older brother (theyâd been begging for bunk beds for too long), you could finally start having sex at home again.
Perfect.
Right?
Except, well, it wasnât exactly the same as it once wasâ
âN-ngh, fuckâŠâ Your jaw drops open with a sloppy moan, saliva cascading out of you with a splosh! just as soon as Nanamiâs stuffing you all the way to his hilt.
Here was the result of your âdiscussionâ tonight - if you could even call it that.
The trimmed golden hairs decoratinâ his base carnally scratch your clit, and youâre lewdly grinding yourself backwards. Every tiny movement leaves him stirring up your insides oh-so-perfectly, and your body wracks with shivers. âPlease- please, Kento. S-start movingâŠâ
âSo needy.â Nanamiâs crinkling his straight nosebridge as he stares you down, with your spine curved perfectly back into him. Those plump lips of his kiss a line down your backâlong tongue coming out to taste your skin. âMissed you sâmuch. Fuck, you donât know how much I missed you-â
And with that, he gives a heaving thrust that makes you gasp and grab at the rickety headboard. You could feel the plumpness of Nanamiâs tip throb-throb-throbbing at your throat- âMissed you, too. Been wantinâ for you to- ngh, fuck me so bad, baby.â
âNâ thatâs exactly what Iâm about to do.â Heâs smugly crooning out, the curvature of his shaft just lightly puckering up at your sweetest spots - Nanami had you mapped out exactly.Â
Hard and fast.
Moving in slight bucks and grinds.
Smearing his reddened, swollen tip against your tender insides.
âExactly about to fuh-fuck you until that pussyâs all satisfied.â The toned lines of Nanamiâs hips rut into you like such an animal- and his meaty thighs push you further and further up the springy mattress. âTo fill you up.â Leaving you whining wildly at his spears. âTo pound a ba- mm.â Leaving you limp under his touch, leaving him reaching his hands over and cupping your tits so that he can manhandle you upright and at his mercy when-
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKâ!
âMomma? Papa?â
And that was exactly why it wasnât the same as before.
You freeze instantly.
Tiny sniffles ring out from the other side of the door, and the locked door handle jingles to no avail. Yujiâs small, scared voice pipes up, âMomma, I frew upâŠâ
You look at Nanami, and Nanami looks at you.
âShit.â
âShit-âÂ
Heâs easing out of you with the loudest, messiest sluuuuurpâ! Multiple ribbons of slick nâ precum combine to form a sheen that glues the insides of your thighs together, and youâre shivering at the feeling of his wide girth pulling out.
Letting off a slight noise of discontent as your walls clench emptily, cunt throbbing angrily for him to fuck you again. Your hips buck in primal instinct as you watch Nanami tuck himself back into his pants and put on his large shirt, though you have to hold yourself back - you were missing him already.
âShhhh, shhh.â Nanamiâs clammy palm rests down on your sticky thigh, and heâs carressinâ the skin there back and forth to soothe you. It worksâŠsomewhat.Â
And youâre making to move off of the bed, âIâll get-â
âNo, let me.â Firmly, heâs pinning you back down just with that singular, clammy palm plastered to your thigh. Just that show of his strength is enough to make your glistening hole throb once more- and youâre forced to bite down on your lower lip to stop yourself from making a noise.Â
He lovingly taps your leg, and lets the bedframe creak in agony after him (you felt much the same). Nanami hums, âIâll take care of it. You just get some rest, my darling. You did so well.â
Youâre burying yourself underneath the soft covers as the spike of light from the hallway enters the room. Nanami - fully softened now, fully shook of the shreds of carnal desire within him - opens the doorway to crouch in front of his teary son. âLetâs get you cleaned up and Iâll read you a bedtime story, how about that, sunshine?â
The pink-haired boy nods, âMhm!â
By the time he got back, you were peacefully slumbering away.Â
Nanami Kento only fixed the straps of that cute nightgown you were donning once more, snuggling up to you underneath the covers with the half-asleep promise of a proper (proper, this time) discussion tomorrow.
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T-minus 3 days until the long weekend.
Nanami Kento was hungry.
Famished.
Absolutely ravenous.
Heâd made it only two steps after getting home early from work. Inside your sweet-smelling kitchen, the scent of vanilla and summer heat in the air- before your strong husband was sprawling you out across the marble counters and lavishing his long tongue down the side of your cheek.
Swirlinâ tastebuds licking away the smudges of cream on your skin, âMmmââ Nanamiâs groaning against the side of your face, his scorching breath simmering against your flesh. âSomething smellsâŠâ His fingers slipping down between your trembly legs- â-sweet, darlinâ.â
And before you know it - fuck, before you can even think of it - youâre gnawing down on the edge of his plush deltoid.Â
Your moans cracking at the back of your throat as heâs slipping his way inside, the deliciously curved tip of his cock stuffs against the roof of your cunt. Burrowing out a bruise there that makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull, âShit- I swear you become bigger- ngh, every time.â
âMmm, thatâs because this pretty pussyâs been missing me too much.â He breathily chuckles, a slight hitch in his breath as your sloppy walls clench. âProbably harder for her to take me every time.â
âNo no, I swearââ With a whine, youâre arching your back in a signal for him to rover past your folds even deeper. Teeth setting on edge once one of Nanamiâs thick veins grope into your slobbery insides, stretchinâ out your cunt to his sheer size.
He was being so gentle. He was being so loving. He was absolutely ruining your pussy on his half-thrusts- just trying to fit inside.
Probe after probe, the slippery line of his slit leaves your mouth watering. The perfect crevice that renders you babbling away stupidly, âI swear you get even bigger whenever we- hck! talk aboutângh.â
âYeeees?â There was something wild in your husbandâs eyes, boring down at you through his clammy blond strands. It was just so fuckinâ cute the way that you lost your train of thought anytime Nanamiâs length went mazing inwards- âWhenever we talk about what, my love? Haaaah, finish your sentences.â
As he tuts youâre gaspingâand he knows exactly what youâre alluding to. âWhenever we t-talk about-â
âMhmâ?â
Drooling mouth snapping open, heâs bottoming out. âBa-â Directly hitting your cervix with the crowned, globular end of his shaft. So, so reddened with need. âBab-â
âMommaâ? Papaâ?â A voice calls out, young and painfully oblivious to what was obscured in the kitchen. In the distance, you could hear the slamming of the front door.Â
A bag being set down on the table.
Footsteps.
Chosoâs voice echoes out once more when he doesnât receive an answer, unused to not having his parents respond to him immediately. You could hear the slight pout in his voice even from here- âCan one of you help me with my homeworkâ?âÂ
Mercifully, Choso doesnât enter the kitchen - instead, keeping himself confined to the television room where he was starting to set out his school books. Choso doesnât take a peak at where youâd urgently disjointed yourself from Nanami, smoothing down your upturned skirt and taking a look at the clock-
âOh my goodness, I forgot his art classes were cancelled today- itâs time already.â You gasp, reading the ticking face of the clock that knew what you two just did.
Apologetically, youâre whipping your face around to face Nanami - who was back to tucking his softened length inside in a way that reminded you of just last night. Despite the slight furrow between his blond brows, Nanami shakes his head understandingly. âSâjust time.â He grunts, zipping his pants back up and wiping away the droplets of sweat on his forehead. Your husband kisses your temple, âWeâll find some other time, my love?â
âMhm.â Heart fluttering at the soft peck, you watch as his hulking frame walks out of the kitchen to help Choso with his homework. âWe willâŠâ
Though, a part of you doubted you might.
But you hoped.
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T-minus 2 days until the long weekend.
âFuckâŠâ Nanamiâs peering down at you through partially-cracked lids, and from down here it looked as if his molten peripherals were almost made of fire.Â
Burning straight at you underneath his professional work desk. Trying for al his will not to flutter them shut at the feeling of your lavish tongue gliding down his cockââFuck, my love- that mouth of yours is absolute sin.â
Heâd been wading through some important work documents before youâd ambushed him in his office. Before youâd simply dropped to your knees and fumbled with his shorts like you were a woman starved.
Lappinâ all over his thick, throbbing like the shiniest of lollipops.
Lick after lick.
Your saliva-glazed muscle flattens over the top of his cock for a few seconds. âMmmââ Youâre vibratinâ out your moans against his length, and it sends sparks travelling all the way down from the line underneath Nanamiâs plum-colored tip. Where your husbandâs shaft was just dribbling out hot wires of pre down to your tastebuds, puddlinâ all over. âTastes sho, mmm, nice-â
âOh- fuck!â His head falls back against the back of his chair, and you catch the way that Nanamiâs Adamâs apple bobs at the feeling of your greedy tongue.
Just that sensual ridged texture- fuck, it was all that he could think about. A carnal scratch. The way you were flopping it right out into his most sensitive spots, drag-drag-draaaagging it along his elongated length.Â
Nanamiâs right hand comes down to grip his base, and youâre whining as he lifts his shaft off of your open tongue. With a chuckle, heâs placing his cock side-by-side with your face- and your cunt throbs at the fact that his nine, massive inches looked incredible up so closely.
So sensually rubbinâ his girthy hilt up and down the corner of your mouth. Just teasing.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and downâ
âShouldnât be saying these dirty things with such a s-sweet mouth, yâknow?â Nanami tuts, merely lining the edge of your lips with a gloss of your pre. He was so hot and syrupyâpractically melting against where your tongue was darting out to try nâ taste him even more. âShould control yourself- what if- fuck.â
âMmmââ Moaning, youâre managing to press his rotund tip against the middle of your tongue once more, starting to suck.
âWhat if you say those things and- oh, youâre too loud, hm?â He prattles away still, mouth working overtime whilst you stuffed yours. And yetâŠand yet even disciplined Nanami Kento couldnât stop himself from bucking off of his cushiony chair, âWhat if- haaaah, if youâre too loud and the boys hear-â
âMommaâ! Papaâ!â
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKâ!
Nanami groans, â-us.â
Ah, wellâŠyouâre removing yourself from Nanamiâs still-twitching cock. Red-hot. Rock-hard.Â
He was so needy that just wrenching yourself off with a wettened plop! makes Nanamiâs hips chase the soft insides of your mouth, a translucent wad of precum spraying out of him instantly.
And as he looks down at you with a dismal face, youâre managing out a smile. âIâll go see what it is.â And Nanami Kento thinks that he might as well pass out before any ânext timeâ- because youâre pressing a chaste peck to his mushroom tip, and pulling his shorts up. âNext time, Kento.â
Nanami puts his face in his hands and lightly groans.
With a huffed giggle, youâre sauntering your way out of the office - knowing damn well just how intensely his eyes were locked on the sway of your hips. The way your thighs were more clenched than before.
âAlright-â Unlocking the firmly-shut door (thank goodness for Nanamiâs foresight), youâre met with the tear-stained face of your oldest son. Snot-faced and bawling.Â
Your brows raise right up to your hairline as you take in the vision of your usually-calm Choso, turning your sights to his (only slightly tear-stained) younger brother beside him. Yuji, who hurries to explain what his brother couldnât- âI wanted bubbaâs comics but bubba wanted bubbaâs comics, so then we got into a- um, ahâŠâ Slightly squirming underneath your stare, your boys knew you hated when they fought. â-scuffle, and then I got bruised.â
He raises a chubby hand up, and you can easily spot the faint blue-ish mark on his forearm.
Yuji looks at Choso, âBut bubbaâs the one crying.â
And that was being generous, Choso was all but choking on his sobs. Taking one look at the bruise you were appraising - the place where heâd either directly or indirectly hurt his little brother - and bursting into peels of cries all over again. âIâm so- so- sor- wahhhhââ
âAaaaalrighty then-â You hasten to pick up your oldest boy, with slight exertion due to his size. Though when you finally do succeed in hoisting him onto your hip, he wraps his arms around your neck and buries his wet face into it. âNow, how about we go downstairs and make ourselves a cup of hot chocolate, hm?â It seems to calm Choso down a bit. âMaybe we can even watch a movie- a movie night?â
âYippeeeeââ Yuji squeals, arms raised as if he wanted to be carried, too. âMe as well?â
âAll of us.â Comes a deep voice, and Nanamiâs finally making his way out of the office. Having calmed himself down, he carries his younger son and places an innocent peck on your temple.
Choso gags, âBleh!â Whilst Yuji only giggles - and despite the slight embarrassment coursing through your body at your husbandâs obvious loving gesture, you were glad to have Choso express anything other than sadness.
Youâre starting to walk as a family, âNow, whoâs up for some Kpop Demon Hunters?â
âMeeeeeâ!â
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T-minus 1 day until the long weekend.
âFuck-â
âKento-â
âFuck, just a bit-â Heâs hotly whispering into your shoulder, blond strands tickling your skin once Nanamiâs jerking his hips back and rutting them into yours. You could feel his thick, throbbing erection against the globes of your ass cheeks - so hard by now that you could count every throb.
Ba-dump.
Ba-dump.
Ba-dump-
And with every furious pulsation, heâs jerking his pelvis forwards- almost thrusting. Dry humping you like an animal in heat. âJust- just a little bit.â So rough that the sheer force leaves you bending even deeper against the dining table, and Nanami has to loop his greedy hands underneath your body nâ jerk you backwards. Push. Pull. âJust want to feel you a little bit- haaah- my love.â
âYouâre being so- oh.â Even though you both still had your clothes on, Nanamiâs pryinâ aside those flimsy panties of yours to let his bulge smear against your naked cunt. â-so insatiable, Kento.â
And with a few more vulgar strokes, heâs finally answering. âCouldnât stop thinking of you all day- no, all week, darlinâ. Iâve been running into that damned office bathroom to fuck my fist like some- ngh, fuckinâ teenager all week now.âÂ
âOh, Kenââ With a mewl, youâre grinding your hips backwards- but the friction just wasnât enough.
Just wasnât the feeling of his incredible cock splitting apart your insides, and the way that you knew he could fill out your every orifice so perfectly leaves you wanting more, more, more. So without thinking much - without thinking at all, really - youâre whipping your body back around.
Nanami grunts at the loss of contact with your drippinâ wet core- only for a brief moment before he realizes what youâre really trying to do. And the blond-haired man eagerly leans his hips forwards when you start to fuss with the buttons nâ zippers on his trousers.
âShit-â Impatient, you thrust your hand directly down his pants, and Nanami throws his head back with a sultry shiver at the feeling of your ravenous palm.Â
Accurately cupping his swollen erection, you feel him splurge out a slimy wad of pre at the mere touch. Just so sensitive. âWeâre gonna hafta to be quick.â Youâre murmuring, back to fiddling with his buttons. Pop! Pop! âBefore they come back-â
SLAM!
âMomma, whatâs for dinner?â
Pop!
The last of Nanamiâs buttons are torn open- right before theyâre forced back shut at the sound of your sons entering the home. Itâs a team effort by the both of you, and youâre just barely putting your rumpled clothes back in place, making sure anything was covered, ready to act like everything was normal before-
âOh, shit.â Your eyes drop back down to the place between your husbandâs legs.Â
His erection had softened by now, and there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinaryâŠexcept for the massive stain of syrupy slick thatâd been left by your grinding, gyrating cunt. It darkens the beige fabric of Nanamiâs trousers like a puddle, glistening in the yellowish yolky lighting of the kitchen. Your hands are on him immediately - though, not like earlier. âShit, Kento, youâre going to have to go-â
âGo?â Nanami balks, but he doesnât resist when you start pushing him out of the second entrance to the kitchen. âGo where?â
The house youâd chosen for your family was one of those large, more open plans; and the kitchen itself had one entrance for those who accessed the house by normal means, and then one more entrance that opened up to the bottom of the houseâs staircase. Ones that you lead him up the first few steps of, âGo change those pants!â You squawk. âI tell them that youâre- I donât know, showering, or something!â
âGood thinking, my love.â He chuckles, clearly finding amusement in your panicked charge. With his palms raised in surrender, heâs making his way up- though, not before landing a peck on your forehead once more.
âNow!â
âAye aye, my madam.â
Nanami (and his stained trousers) just barely makes it out of the kitchen before the boys walk into the kitchen, mud-stained and slightly out of breath still.
âCho!â Youâre admonishing before theyâre able to take their seats, âHow many times have I told you not to put your skateboard on the dining table? We eat there.â
âYes, momma.â The dark-haired boy recites, listening to what you were saying and placing it on the floor. As he kicks it out of the kitchen, he turns to you and asks- âWhereâs papa?â
Turning your back to your sons, youâre fussing over the dishes set on the kitchen counter now - what you were doing before youâd beenâŠinterrupted, that is. âPapa wanted to take a shower, it was getting a bit ah- hot in here.â
âThis time of year?â Choso raises a brow, but doesnât question it any further.
âAnyways-â You hasten to change the subject, â-why are you boys in so early today? Papa and I had just barely gotten started on dinner.â
And at this, Yuji jumps up in his seat- eyes sparkling as he slams his hands down on the table. âOh, momma, youâll never believe it. So Nobara said she had to go to some dentwistâs appointment and Megumi was feeling sick- so I went with bubbaâs friends but then we decided to do some exploring- and then there was also this ice cream truck thatââ
And so it went on. By the time that Yuji was done with his (condensed for your enjoyment, according to him) version of events, Nanami was back downstairs in a new pair of unstained trousers. The two of you quickly wrapped up dinner preparation, and used the boysâ help to set out the food.
In less than an hour or so, you were all seated around the rectangular table.
Nanami beside you, and your sons in front of you.
âSo-â And, to your surprise, heâs the one starting off the conversation. Dinner always was quite a lively event with the four of you, with either you or Yuji being the ones that dominated the nightly discussions most days.
But to have Nanami be the one to start off? It must be something quite importantâŠ
So you all turned towards him, excited to see what he had to say.
He gulps down a bite of rice, and continues. âRemember that starting tomorrow thereâs a long weekend, my loves. Monday is a holiday.â Nanami addresses all of you, in that soft tone that always makes you melt. Yuji cheers at the mention of such a thing- âItâs rare that we get a treat like this to be together, and I wanted to know what you all wanted to do on those days?â
âIâm fine with anything.â You hum, turning to Yuji and Choso.
âSomething fun.â Choso stares off into space ponderously, âMaybe like to the park? Or a resort?â
You nod, âFancy, I like it. And what about you Yuji?âÂ
And, dear little Yuji - whoâd been so patiently waiting for his turn to speak, who oh-so-sweetly hadnât wanted to speak over anyone else - simply just burst. âJoypolis!â He stands up on his seat, and you donât even have the heart to tell him to sit back down properly. Chanting, âJoypolis! Joypolis! I want to go to Joypolisââ
Chosoâs eyes light as well, excitedly- âOh- oh, can we?â Turning to face the two of you with pleading eyes.
And, of course, youâre turning to exchange a look with Nanami.
âOf course!â
Youâre humming thoughtfully, âAnd since itâs for a few days, Iâd heard of this really nice resort nearby that I think would be a nice place to stay at? We could make it a long stay for Saturday and Sunday, and come back on Monday morning.â
Expectedly, Yuji bursts into even more cheers.
âItâs settled then-â Nanami speaks over the cacophony of voices- and what was clearly not settled were the two boys, who were having trouble listening to your calls to not jerk the table lest they wanted to splash over the food. âKids, listen to your momma.â Until, finally, some semblance of silence broke throughââWeâre going to Joypolis.â
âYippeeeeeâ!â
âHell yeah-â
âCho, languageâŠâ
Nanami chuckles, about to say something more about the plans for the weekend when-Â
BZZZZZZZZZZZâ!
In your peripheral, you see Nanami reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Clearly, you imagine, it must be something important for him to forgo (his own) rule about no devices during dinner time. And youâre watching on in slight curiosity-
âOh.â Nanamiâs mouth slightly parts, a somewhat surprised expression dazzling his face. The longer the phone call goes on, the more dazzled he grows. âOh?â
By then, even Choso and Yuji had quietened down. And youâre tugging on his elbow in slight concern, âSomething the matter, Kento?â
Heâs shaking his head, attention still on the call. âOh?â Perhaps unable to communicate anything more eloquent, whoever was on the other end of the line seemed to have said something that made one of his blond brows raise. And for his tongue to finally work, âHave the kids stay overnight?â
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T-minus 0 days until the long weekend.
In other words: 9 hours and 17 minutes into the long weekend.
Also in other words: 9:17AM, Saturday.
According to what you, Yuji, and Choso had derived from your instant interrogation after Nanami had set down the phone- it seems that your mother-in-law had won a raffle just that day. The prize? Tickets to a two-night trip to the hot springs of Oita.Â
Three of them - and she claimed that she didnât want to spend the holiday with her friends who couldnât move as well as they were once able to. Might as well give the kids the time of their life, huh? There was much to see in Oita, and they were practically bouncing out of their seats once Nanami had announced the change in plans - neither had been upset about the postponement of Joypolis, either!
With their sheer excitement, the two of you had trouble setting them down for bed. And theyâd been jumping on yours like a trampoline before the clock had even hit five-
âAfter allââ Nanamiâs mother had crooned, her eyes wrinkling prettily at the ends as she smiled - Nanami had her eyes, and her smile. The very same dimple at the end of her lips, â-itâs a lot of work taking care of kids, isnât it? Oh, I was blessed to have one as sensible as Kento, but even thenâŠâ
âCertainly is.â Youâre chuckling, setting the boysâ luggage down inside her house - one lilâ Spiderman suitcase, and another that was just pitch-black in color (itâd been a long night sorting and packing).
Sheâs nodding her greying-blonde head, âItâs important that the two of you spend some time together, too. Canât forget that youâre lovers, as well as parents.â Looking towards your husband, who was firmly giving Choso instructions on how to keep him and his brother safe throughout all times of the trip.Â
You can feel your veins bubble up, and hope that the sinful evidence of these past few days donât show up in your expression. âTh-thatâs true, itâs quite important to have time for each other.â
âBesides- Iâm sure the children donât mind spending some time with their grandma, hm?â As Nanami finishes off his lecture, your two sons run towards their grandma and hug her tight- agreeing in tandem.Â
âI canât wait for the hot springs! Bubba says heâs going to teach me cool new swim tricks, grandma-â
âThat are within papaâs safety guidelines.â Choso gulps, feeling his fatherâs burning stare already. âAnd all end up with the both of us, as well as grandma, coming home to mama and papa safe and sound and perfectly alright. With no limbs missing and also no ugly souvenirs- only pretty ones, because momma deserves only the prettiest ones.â He recites, beaming back at Nanamiâs bemused expression.Â
Your husband stands next to you and shrugs at your deadpan gaze.Â
With delighted laughter, Nanamiâs mother looks up at the two of you. There was a somewhat knowing look in her eye- âYou two donât mind, do you?â
You glance at Nanami.
Nanami glances back.
You know youâre both thinking the same thing.
In unisonâ
âI-if you insist!â
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10:08AM, Saturday.
A tender goodbye.
A hasty drive home.
A slam! of a door that youâre only later recognizing as your home door.
You could barely even remember anything before youâre suddenly back inside your home and turning to Nanami with a meaningful, âKent-â
His lips are on you instantly.
Teeth clawing.
Moaning.
Ravenous.
âFuck- shit, youâre soââ Youâre languidly gliding your hands down Nanamiâs front, feeling the way his ripped muscles ripple nâ flex through his thin shirt.
And Nanamiâs panting so hard that every scorching breath simmers against your face, and as you speak- your husbandâs gripping you easily by the back of the throat to re-slot your mouth over his. Unable to even speak past his crashing, open-mouthed kisses.Â
Youâre whining as you tug down on his cold belt buckle, âKento- mmpf, I want- fuck.â
And before you know it, youâre being pushed against the closest flat surface that Nanami Kento can find. Youâre being shoved against the wall. Youâre being pinned by the strength in his hips- grinding the raging hot erection already between his legs.
âHngh, fuck.â Youâre hearing him snarl in a ragged tone behind you, kissing your neck, your shoulder, down the length of your spine. âFuck- fuck- fuck- fuck.â Each one was faster than the last, smooch after smooch after smooch, and thereâs a dull thud! ringing out across the empty house when Nanamiâs knees finally hit the floor.
âOh my-â Shivering once his roughened fingertips latch onto your easy skirt nâ flips it upwards. Youâre left practically bare, with only your flimsy cotton panties on as he holds up your skirt and shoves his handsome face nose-deep between your folds.
From behind.
Letting the straight edge of his nose bridge plap against your cunt, your jaw drops once you feel your husband filthily breeeeeeathe inââFuh-fuck, darling.â
Your knees feel weak already, âKento, are we really just going to do this over here-â
âNo.â Comes Nanamiâs guttural mutter and ohâŠby the husky need in that tone, you already know that heâs far from sane. Already gone. âNo, not at all.â
âReally?â Brows slightly raising, you almost want to look back- when another one of Nanamiâs hands reach over and flip your restless body around. It doesnât take him much to manhandle you with his incredible strength.Â
Your back against the wall. Your glistening cunt facing his mouth.
Youâre still standing up. But one of your legs is being picked up and thrown over his broad shoulders, now youâre being held up with partially his support - mostly his support, you imagine.
And itâs with this position that he can take a goooood, long look at your pussy. Your puffy folds spreadinâ open. Your hole clenching around nothing. She was just so dripping wet with your honeyed sap, streaming right down your thighsââNo- donât you worry, darling.â He mutters, and you wonder just who heâs talking to - you or your pussy, right now.
âBecause-â Nanamiâs gusting out with his hot, sticky breath clinging to your cunt. And heâs leaning in closer, closer, so much closer. Until the curve of his attractive chin edges towards the end of your cunt, â-because mâgonna take you here.â
And then your body flinches with a shock of pleasure as he leans his plump lips in and presses a firm peck to the front of your pussylips.
Sloppy and wet.
âAnd on the dining room table-â Mwah! âAnd in my office-â Mwah! âThe kitchen-â Mwah! âAnd the- fuck, the bedroom-â Heâs snarling, dimpled lips curling as he sniffs your sweet folds once more. â-gonna take you all over the fuckinâ house-â
All those promises - he canât even finish them before your husband, Nanami, has his face stuffed between your pretty legs and his tongue lapping your cunt like a madman.
Darting to every slippery nook and crevice that his tastebuds can reach- first heâs sliding up nâ down your folds, lapping up the ounces of slick that spray out of you. âMmmmââ His head throws backwards- or, at least, it tries to. Before that dark, carnal part of Nanamiâs own self manages to stop himself, and his quavering hand guides one of yours to grab onto his blond scalp.
âRoughly.â Nanami gasps between your wet pussylips, his drool drenching it in a whole new layer of gluey liquid for him to taste.Â
Your mouth gapes, âYou want itâŠâ
The veins on his large hands pop out as he tightens your fist on his hair, âRoughly.â
Finally letting go of your smaller hands, Nanamiâs then holding onto both sides of your waist- practically glued. Pushing and pinning you back down against the cold wall when his tongue slithers out.
So loooooong and lucious, heâs tingling your tastebuds over your swollen clit. âMmm- mmpf-â Gurgling, gulping, swallowing the cloying wads of syrup that dripped to the back of his throat and alllll over the lower half of his face.
Heâs grunting, âSo sweet so- fucking- fuck- sweet.â You could feel your husbandâs wet lips flapping away at your nub, before theyâre finally parting and plunging between your pussylips like he was possessed. âNever gonna get used to this. This pussy- sheâs the- hah, sweetest thing Iâve ever fuckinâ tasted- and I think I might just be addicted-â
âShit- ngh.â Youâre clawing at his sweaty scalp for dear life, because Nanami Kento was usually such a gentle lover. Usually so smooth. So slow. But nowâŠâOh my god- I donât even want to ask whatâs gotten into you today- fuck.â
It takes him a few vulgar strikes with his tongue to even think of responding- to even formulate a coherent enough answer.
And itâs only with a sloppy mwah! that heâs bringing himself to part with your dewy cunt, just the most lecherous damp noise ringing out in the air. When Nanami speaks out, itâs with his ribbons of saliva departing into your quivering hole. âCan you fucking blame me?â
Oh. Your eyes widen, âYou- you really are-â Fuck, but his sloppy tastebuds are back to drilling into your entrance. His scratchy tastebuds plaster against the roof of your cunt, back nâ forth. âYou really are pussydrunk? But the thing is- already?â
Itâs easier for Nanami to detach himself from your damp pussy- with his two thumbs swervinâ down, heâs smearing apart your folds and spitting straight inside your hole once more. âCan- you- fucking- blame- me-â
It wasnât even a question, and his lengthy tongue probes between your folds after each word. Slipping straight into your deepest depths, with the curvaceous tip of his muscle sticking in, in, in.
Again and again.
Preeeeeeessing into every depth, âCan you fucking imagine what Iâve been going through these- hah, these past days without you?â
âN-no?â His carnal strokes make you throw your head back with a whine, tears starting to bead behind your eyelids. âWhat have you been- fuck, youâre going in so deep, Kento.â
Though Nanami doesnât even seem to hear you- âHow can you blame me-â Like a mantra, heâs muttering between those swollen pussylips of yours, eating you out so raw that even the slightest movements of his lips make you see stars. âHow can you blame me- hah, how can you blame me, how can you blame meângh.â The flatness of his sizzlinâ tastebuds moves back and forth into the roof of your cunt, making itself well at home there. âNot when I havenât had dessert for a week now-â
âHavenât had dessert?â Youâre questioning, your senses slightly hazed by his ministrations between your legs. Is that what heâs been talking about going through? âWhat do you mean, baby, just last night for dinner we had-â
âNo.â He says, meaningfully. And Nanami looks up at you straight in the eyes when heâs spreadinâ that wet muscle of his wiiiide open and probinâ into your hole- âI meanâŠdessert.â
Your back arches off of the wall, a perfect curvature. âDessert-â
Your pussy.Â
Your mewling whines are cut off by the feeling of him pulling out of your cunt with a wet plunge, strings of your slick following his movements nâ still connecting his mouth to your core. There was something crazed in Nanamiâs hazy peripherals, something utterly gone. âYes.â He spits for the nth time into your cunt, swervinâ right past your folds. Pinning you down whilst you try to run, âDonât you fucking run- donât you fucking know that sheâs my favorite dessert, darlinâ?â
And then you sob. With a loud, primal sluuuuurpâNanamiâs splittinâ you apart from the inside.
âAnd Iâve been without her for too long, my wife.â Perfectly molding your channel to him, the cushy tips of his fingers open your entrance up- and oh, heâs digging them deeeeply into your tiniest orifices. Scissoring in a second finger as if it already wasnât enough to have his thick joints pushing your insides apart. âHow can a husband be expected to go so long without his wifeâs pretty pussy?â Gently nibblinâ on your clit, âIâve missed her.â
âIâve missed this mouth of yours.â You donât think youâll ever get used to just how big his size was, the blustering crowns of his two fingerpads opening up your insides. He filled up every cranny- âFuck, keep going.â
âYou have no idea how- hahhhââ Nanami emits a breathy laugh, like he was in utter disbelief at his own self. And you watch as your husbandâs jaw hangs open to collect the glittery wads of slick that constantly leak out of you, â-how fucking thirsty Iâve been. I would eat the sweetest sundaes after work- remember the ones I bought for us? Fuck, just imagining that was you.â
Youâre shivering at his admission- heâd what?
But Nanami wasnât done yet - in fact, he was only lapping away his tongue even harder. And when you get used to the caress of his velvety underside, heâs spanking it down on your clit. âJust wishing that was you on my tongue- but nothing would even come as close.â He gasps, âSo now that I have you, oh, I could drink from this pretty pussy for aaaaages with how parched I am.â
Youâre tugging at his hair, and Nanami only directs you to pull at him even rougher. To use him. Teasing, âAnd here I thought that large water tumbler of yours was enough-â
âOh, my love, itâs not even close to enough- look at this-â Youâre being guided to look down at the ropes of sap that he was tunneling out of you- chin hitting your chest. After each movement of his fingers, your slick glazes his wrist in splats.Â
Sensually, heâs ducking his head down to lick off the polish on his skin. Gleaming like glitter, Nanami moans when the candied taste hits his tongue- âYouâre like a fucking waterpark fâme. And Iâve- hah, Iâve been dreaming about her for ages now. Been hungry. Been imagining-â
Lapping and probinâ. A third crowned tip rovers inside and starts pushing in and out with the others, âYes- yes yes yes yes-â
âIâve had to run to the fucking- ngh, office bathroom more times than I can count.â He admits, spittling between your lips. âAll because I spent a whole meeting imagining just how wet youâd feel on my tongue, mmm, like this.âÂ
Youâre crying out, bucking your hips into his- and though he mightâve usually pinned your squirming hips down for moving, teasing, nowâŠnow Nanami was welcoming those half-ruts. âMore- deeper-â
âAnd look how eeeeeasy I can slip in-â With a final cobweb of saliva, heâs trying to pry inside a fourth fingerâmanaging.Â
Nanamiâs prolonged length empties out right near your cervix with harsh thuds, you could tell that he was searching for that sweet spot inside you.Â
Babbling away, Nanami seemed to be getting even more drunk on your pussy with each passing second. âWanted to feel you dripping like this- aaaaaall up in my throat- see- watch.â Your husband commands, and with your head turned down like this you canât help but watch the way he takes a big swallow of your slick. With a messy glistening face, he grins up at you. âIf you could possibly be any- ngh, any fuckinâ wetter then Iâd want you to in a second.â
âI donât think Iâve ever been wetter in my life, Kento.â As if to prove your point, even more tear trails of your slick drip down - all for Nanami Kentoâs munching delight, of course.
ââŠYet.â
And you know one quality that attracted you to your husband the most? It was the fact that, no matter what, he would do what he promised. He would deliver.
Because with a few more sultry slams, his long index is burrowing into your g-spot. Perfectly. Itâs as if that bundle of nerves was a target, and Nanamiâs able to slide his trimmed nails right where you wanted him to.
Your knees bend limply as the pleasure hits you, and you wail. âOh- there!â Too gone in your own bliss, heâs actually holding up your weight with one of his strong arms now, looped at your waist.
âFound it.â You can feel his grin against your entrance, âAnd you did get wetter, my loveââ
And heâd found it, alright. Constantly thump-thump-thumpinâ away near the back of your pussy with his relentless fingers, Nanami made sure that the plush pads of his digits would then graze your nerves- making you twitch nâ whine nâ buck in pleasure maddeningly.
âI- I donât think-â With one of your legs raised upon his shoulders, it was just so easy to squeeze Nanamiâs bobbing throat. Almost suffocating him. You blurt, âI donât think mâgonna last long, Kento-â
âGood.â
The firmness with which he says that one word makes your entire body quiver- and you donât know whether itâs because of his purely carnal tone, or the way he slithers his fingers inside your cunt, presses down on your g-spot and holds it there.
Unmoving.
No matter how much you squirm or whine.
And Nanami doesnât waste a single second before heâs immediately trying to topple you over the edge of your high, âBecause you donât have to.â He pants, âYour dear husband is here for a- hah, a reason, my wife. Donât you know?â
âA- a reason.â Youâre babbling, and you donât know which one of you is more gone by this point.
Youâre having trouble holding yourself up, and Nanami claps his chin against the end of your cunt with enough pressure to keep you standing straight. His tongue teasingly rolling out over your clit, âMâhere to make you cum.â Push after push, thud! after thud! âBecause donât you knowâŠâ
âDonât I know- fuck, donât I know what?â
His grin is just sinfulââDonât you know that you taste sweeter when you cum, my love?â Said in such a tender tone, even though the slashes of his fingers were anything but.
In next to no time, youâre gripping one hand into Nanamiâs hair and the other onto his shoulders as you cum all over his mouth. Itâs in invisible waves ridden straight from the tip of his nose nâ down to lacquer his chin with gleam, âC-cumming.â Even though he already knew, âMâcumming, Kento. Cum- fuck, sâthe best Iâve ever had.â
âMmm, why thank you, darling.â Heâs crooning out lovingly, not even a hint of teasing as he takes it on. All your pushes and bucks- until the skin âround Nanamiâs mouth was red and raw.
Until his jaw aaaaaached.
And yet, heâs still eating you out through your high, the sparks of bliss absolutely leave you shaking. Toes curled. The top of your crown feeling light and airy- âThink youâve fucked me- nghâŠâ Stupid. Even though you donât say it out loudâŠat least, you donât think you do.
But Nanami puffs out a slightly drunken giggle between your pussylips as he hears that word leave your mouth - without you even knowing. Realizing. Dutifully, your husband doesnât tease you as he plunges his tongue in nâ out, in nâ out. âCâmon- câmon, câmon- oh. I was right, you do taste so sweet.â
Youâre whimpering as he pulls his fingers out, feeling your convulsing shockwaves peter out into almost nothing.
And even then, Nanami rolls his thick thumb over your clit a few times- just to watch you shake and whine prettily above him. âDone cumming?â He asks, once he feels your body go slightly wobbly. And when you nod- âBut I really do wonder if youâd taste even sweeter if I overstim you a little, darlingâŠâ
âOh my god-â Your chin drenches with the spittle that falls out of you unbeknownst to your subconscious, just so sensitive that theyâre about the same as the tears dripping from your eyes. âI donât know if I even can cum so soon again, Kento.â
âWeâll never know until we try.â
Heâs tracing squelching wetâhearts?
It feels even more teasing than usual when Nanamiâs fingers are toying with your clit, because right now heâs drawing the cutest patterns to watch you react. The way you flinch even more when he draws a big heart- and that cute hitch in your breath when itâs a little one.
âSo cuteâŠâ Nanami groans, fingers nothing but a blur on your cunt. Spreadinâ you wide open, you canât believe that your husband then has the audacity to bear his canines and gnaw down on your puffy pussylips. âSo sweet-â
âKento-â You bawl, the pleasure making your senses all bleary. âK-Kento-â
âOho?â Those blond brows of his raise in interest, and through your tears you can make out the pinkish outline of his tongue coming out to taste his slick-glossed lips. Purring, âIt tastes like youâre going to cum again, my love.â
And thatâs exactly what you do.
Hard and fast. This one takes you by surprise, just a surge of white-hot electricity that shoots up your spine and leaves your thoughts all muddled.
And, just like before, heâs dragging you through it incredibly. Through every peak of euphoria. Through every flash of bliss every time his slurpinâ tongue accidentally slipped past your entrance when he was sucking you dry.
âCum- fuck, Iâve alreadyâŠ.â Mouth dry. Body shaking. By the time that Nanamiâs lengthy tongue has finished lapping up every droplet of your slick, youâve felt thoroughly fucked through your orgasm. You honestly wouldnât even have been able to keep yourself standing had it not been for his unrelenting grip on you, refusing to let you fall.
You lean onto his support, feeling your joints protest at the long time youâd spent in this position. âKento, now I really donât know if I can cum any- hck! more.â
But Nanami Kento could read what you were saying without saying.
He knew you well enough.
And you knew he did.
Just because you didnât know doesnât mean he sure as hell wasnât allowed to try.
In an instant, your husbandâs pulling awayâmwah! All that sloppy slick that he wasnât able to swallow now drips all the way from the tops of his cheekbones, and all the way down his chin. Partly down his neck. Nanami then grips your hips with a loving, pussydrunken smile. âBut, when I have a wife that looks like you, my darling, how can I not make you cum?â
Oh.
11:57AM, Saturday.
âOh my g-godââ Your voice is cracking out in both sobs nâ whines, dribbling out saliva like slick as Nanamiâs rutting his naked hips against the globes of your ass cheeks.
Itâd taken your husband only a few minutes to manhandle you from the threshold of your house entrance down through the house. Having to hold you up where you were so overstimulated, heâd carried you princess-style. Where heâd pressed you face-down against the polished mahogany of your dining room table.Â
All fours. Ass up. Cunt dripping.
Youâd shivered as you heard Nanamiâs pants hit the floor- his belt ending up in a heap with the rest of it with a loud clang! of metal on tile. And he was simply oooozing out thick pre at the sight of you bent over for him like this, just smearinâ it down your pussylips so that it looked like a gloss. âMmmââ Nanami grunts out from behind you, his mouth watering at the hot feeling. âSo pretty like this, my wife- fuck, so pretty.â
And youâre clawing onto the wood - trying not to make too much of a mess (youâll have to disinfect this entire house, later) - as he just lightly smooooches your tight orifice with his mushroom tip. âSh-shit- youâre so hard, Kento.â
âMhmââ Nanami huffs out smugly- so drunk on his cock, you were craning your head over your shoulder to take a good look at him. âAdmiring your husband?â
âYes.â
In all his rock-hard glory. Nine entire inches.
Veins were zig-zagging down Nanamiâs shaft, and they end where his sparse golden hairs start to decorate his hilt. He was just aaaaching to enter you- plump tip colored the prettiest shade of pink, almost as if his painful cock was almost shy to meet your cunt.
You canât help but notice that it matched the blush creeping up on your husbandâs ears, as he leans down and purses his lips to spit straight down to your cunt. Hitting his target dead-on, Nanami grins- âI wonder why we havenât done it like this sooner, daring?â One of his hands attach to the side of your hips, and heâs just smearinâ apart your folds to take a good look inside. âBefore me I see the tastiest fucking dinner Iâve ever seen-â
âY-youâre so filthy, Kento.â You almost canât even believe your ears, and you arch your back into his touch. Hamstrings quivering when you nudge your hips up into his, âWhy donât you just f-fuck me already- oh.â
âAs you wish, my madam.â
Because heâs already entering you as you squeak out your demands - Nanami Kento was never a man that would leave his wife yearning and wanting, of course.
Anything you wanted, it was yours.
And the same went for his throbbing, hot cock- just the curved end of his shaft plops inside your elastic hole. Because of his sheer girth, Nanami doesnât even have to try to push apart your tight pussylips - youâre already opening up lewdly for him.
With a cracked whine, your snug channel is gobbling his inches up with a sluuuuurpâmaking the blond-haired man raise his brows with a chuckle. âOh- oh, my god.â He pants, breaths coming out ragged. âOhhhh fuck- youâve been needy, my wife.â
âIâve been- hah, been what?â Pathetically, you can only turn your face âround to meet his and take it- because Nanami wasnât letting you off easy just because he was rovering his thick cock inside.
NoâŠin fact, he was pounding and pounding his flared tip past your tender orifice- or, at least, he was trying to. Despite the slight resistance of your tightness, Nanami has one hand on your hips, dragging you back into him with each thrust. âFucking- needy-â
âNot as much as you.â Youâre protesting, feeling the wetness of his precum mix with your slick to travel downwards. âYouâve been the one eating me out like youâre addicted-â
âAnd youâre the one swallowing me down like youâre trying to suck me dry, my love.â Heâs bickering back gently, âOrâŠâ And there was a tinge of something in his carnal tone that makes you shiver, â-should I put all the blame on her instead?â
Her.
Your sultry, wet pussy.
The one he was probinâ his split-ended cock into. The one that was making him grunt after every one of your slight squeezes. The one that was so cozily tight that Nanami had to hold onto your hips and jerk you backwards to try and fit himself all inside.
Jerking and pulling.
Manhandling.
When he feels the tight shield of you still trying to get used to his sheer size, Nanami properly loops his arms âround your thighs. And then heâs fucking holding you up- your heels dangling off the tile, your body supported only by the dining table and your husband.
Your geysering cunt purely at the mercy of him, him, him.
âO-ohhhhh, this pussy.â As he sinks in, itâs so good that Nanami hunches his bulky body over - as if he was breaking apart on your hole. Properly in half, breaths heaving out. With every inch of his globular cockhead spearing inside, you can feel Nanami grow more and more feverish. âOh this pussy- oh, this- this pussy-â
Youâre moaning at his broken mantra, âNanami, are you fuck- alri-â
âThe first time in- in what feels like ages that mâgetting to fuck you the way Iâve been aching to.â Heâs spitting out - literally, back down your sultry slit to make you even wetter for him. And with that, Nanamiâs voice veers octaves higher. Crazed. âAnd you ask me whether mâfucking alright, darling?â
âWell Iâd say you were becoming- ngh, pussydrunk already.â Youâre whining out, staring into Nanamiâs eyes and ohâthey were so dilated.
You donât think youâve ever seen them this dilated.
They always were, whenever he was gazing at you. But to this extent? It seemed as if his entire iris had just turned back, and Nanami Kento was hanging on your every word, your every breath. Youâre whispering, âButâŠbut I think youâre even past that now.â
âP-pussydrunk?â He breathes out the word as if it was a joke- spits it out in almost distaste. Which was strangeâŠbecause it was honestly one of his favorites. âYou think Iâd be pussydrunk by now?â
Confused, âY-yes?â
Before youâre being shocked by a sudden burst from his hips, his meaty thighs striking the backs of yours until his skin there turns red. His blustering tip scrape-scrape-scrapes your insides carnally, and you can feel the line of his slit driving in even deeper.
âOh, honey- oh, my love- oh, my wifeâŠâ Nanamiâs droning on out, and if you were in any better state of mind then youâd have realized that the usually-eloquent Nanami Kento was slurring. Smack! Through your kaleidoscope of tears, youâre registering that the skin of his pelvis had just slammed into yours, a stinging impact.
Your husband pliably scoops you up, dragging your hips back down his shaft as if you were nothing but a ragdoll. Your gummy channel was being meshed apart for his upright erection, sliding down it slooooowly. Bit by bit. Inch by solid, throbbing inch. âDonât you know that- hah-â Until you were fully bottomed out, â-Iâve been pussydrunk aaaaall week?â
All week?
Your mouth opens - perhaps to question him, perhaps to counterpoint him - but the only thing that echoes out is a sensual whine as he then starts ramming into you at a sloppy cadence.
Sloppy and fast.
Hard.
Nanamiâs pulling all the way back till juuust the crown of his red tip kissed your entrance, then shoving back in until the hilt. Your orifice stretched all widely open âround his base, the spattering of curly golden hair tickling your folds. âDonât you know?â Your husband asks, âDidnât you know Iâve been- hngh, ruined on your pussy all week?â
âRuined?â You repeat, clawing onto the table for some semblance of stability. âBut we havenât even properly-â
âExactly.â
Oh.
He was now rutting into you like an animal, the curve of his luscious tip swabbinâ at your every ounce of space. âYou donât know how fucking greedy- how impatient Iâve- hah, Iâve been-â
And that surprised you, âImpatient?â Though, he was certainly fucking you like it. After every rugged bash of Nanamiâs cockhead, he was surging back in for more - barely even letting the springy recoil of your walls start before heâs plummeting back in.
Again and again.
A particularly hard thud! has you feeling him at the back of your throat, and your cheeks stain with a few lacquer of tears. âI almost canât believe that- oh-â
Heâs pinning down your squirming hips, and you can feel the line of Nanamiâs happy trail scritch-scratch your skin. âI am not a patient man, my wife.â He says, darkly. Holding you down whilst he fucks you like a madman- âI could barely hold myself back this entire week- could barely- haaah, you donât know how many times Iâve almost cracked nâ called off work just to be able to stay home and fuck this pussy stupid for a few hours.â
âAnd- and then?â Youâre hiccuping, feeling his slamming tempo get even faster. âThen what?â
âOh, youâre enjoying thisâlittle slut.â Pure shock sparks down your body at the words he was using - absolutely filthy. âLetâs see how much you like this then-â And before you know it, one of his hands lifts off of your waist to rover down to between your legs.
Nanamiâs rough index and thumb pinches your clit- âFuh-fuck! Kento!â
âWanted to do that for so long.â He watches with relish as you shake beneath him, âIf the boys werenât there- ngh, you have no idea how many times Iâve wanted to just reach over as you ate and pinch this cute clit. Just to tease. Just to see if youâd gasp.â
âPlease- please-â
Only toying with your sensitive nub even harder - no matter what, he was always such a rough player. âWanted to see if youâd scream my, mm, name like that.â Now alternating with his sensual drags of your clit, and rough rolls of his thumb flat. âIf this hole of yours would get even wetter becauseâfuuuck.â
And then the girth of his length starts snagginâ against your pussy walls, every ounce of blood in Nanamiâs body flowing to his cock and swelling it up even further.
â-because Iâd sure get harder when you do.â
Just as he said, he had.
Your head lolls stupidly in front of you- but of course, Nanami couldnât have that. So heâs using his free hand to help you rest your clammy scalp back against his shoulder, so bent forwards that it wasnât much of a stretch, honestly.
Like any good husband, Nanami Kento wanted to gaze lovingly into your eyes will he fucked you deep.Â
âAaaand then thereâs this spot-â Plop! The raw vibrations start from where heâs bashing in your g-spot, set your teeth utterly on their edges. He angles his hips so that it digs a pretty bruise right there on your nerves, â-this spot that I looooove- nâ I know she loves me, too. Because sheâs- haah, squeezing me so tight- never wants to let me go-â
âRight there-â You cry out, as if that wasnât already obvious. âThere there there there- faster, Kento.â
Precisely, Nanamiâs smoochinâ away at your g-spot - with such incredible accuracy that your dazed mind starts to wonder whether he has some sort of superpower that lets him calculate the ratio. The speed of his hips- the vulgarity. Heâs viciously gnawing down on your ear as you try to buck, âJust how many times have I squeezed my c-cock like this, just imagining that it was you-â
âYou h-have?â
âMhmmm, and all those times Iâd fuckinâ salivate just imaginingââ Thereâs almost a pout in his voice, something so starkly cute whilst he tunneled into you savagely. âBut it never was quite the same.â
âI thought about you so much, too, Ken.â You admit, your thighs clenching together- which your husband easily swats away to start twisting your clit even harder. âWanted you to fuck me just like this-â
A sultry smile spreads across his lips, âOh yeah? And was it just like this?â
âMhmââ Youâre fervently nodding, âJust like this and I- alsoâŠâ And only at Nanamiâs reassuring look do you continue, ââŠyou also had your- hah, your leg up.â
âMy leg up?â Nanami asks, âLikeâŠthis?â
Thereâs a thud! and then a clutter once one of his meaty thighs rests up on the table, capped knee coming to rest where your peripheral vision could see. This change in angle made him just enter his round cockhead into completely deeper parts of your womb.Â
Swirlinâ around your gummy walls, just pushing his bawling divot into spots you didnât even know existed. Again. And again. And again and again and againâ
âAnd you know what I was fantasizing about?â Heâs panting out in scorched waves, hips leaving a fever pitch.Â
âWh-what?â
âOhhh, you knowâŠjust like this-â You could hear the grin in his voice, â-fucking you rough. Fucking you hard, feeling your hot pussy for the first time in- hck! ages. Iâd been missing her so much, taking her so much. My favorite lilâ meal- oh, I really want to taste you right nowâŠâ
Arching your back into his glissading abs, âKento, donât stop. I feel like Iâm about to-â Cutting yourself off with a breathy intake of air when heâs drawinâ hearts on your pulsating nub.
âOhoâ? Then perhaps I should go on- I was thinking of you exactly like- ngh, this, my love. Except for one key differenceâŠâ
âAnd that is?â
To answer your question, Nanami gets up reeeeal close in your ear- he glides his hot lips down the side of your face, letting his breath send shivers skittering down your spine. âItâs that not only was I fucking you rough, darling, I was fucking you with the intention of getting you pregnant-â
And then itâs white-Â
And youâre cumming.
Surging even harder than any of your ones before, your heartbeat thumps in your ears like a war drum. Body at the mercy of your husband, Nanami Kento, as he bucks and bucks and bucks you through the perfect peaks of your high. Until, ultimatelyâŠ
âF-fuck.â Even with your popped eardrums, you manage to catch the way that Nanamiâs voice breaks as he swears his surrender. The drivelling circle at the end of his cockhead suddenly bursting into his own high- âFuck, exactly like this-â
Hunching over. Pinning you to the bed.
Heâs shoving his leaking cock deep into the goopy crevices of your pussy, letting you flood up with each miry line of his cum. âExactly like this- just like this-â Nanamiâs groaning out, webbing up your sweet insides with his orgasm. âThis entire week I imagined pinning you down like- thisââ
âOh, please.â Youâre blinking back the stars in your vision as one of his hands lets go to push down your hips. Wrestling you into stillness for a second-
âAnd then my cum- fuck, your pussyâs so hungry for my ngh, cum. Sheâs sucking it up like- th-thiiiiisââ Youâre feeling the exact moment that even more of his ivory syrup seeps out, trickling against the back of your cervix. Heâs fucking you through both of your highs almost aggressively, âAnd then- and thenâŠâ
âAnd then?â
âOh, honeyââ Nanami grins, like he knew something you didnât. The hand pinning you down slowly scrapes down until it was plastered against your front, pushing down where a lilâ cumflation was threatening to start. A little bulge. In many ways. â-then youâd be pregnant, is what.â
3:01PM, Saturday.
It was only a few more rounds and a hasty lunch later that Nanami had cornered you again (or perhaps you had cornered him, it was hard to say with just how ravenous the two of you actually were). Until, ultimately, you were perched atop the very kitchen counter that the two of you had made yourselves lunch in.Â
Your body draped across the frigid counter, your legs in the air.
Cunt directly in the line of sight of your husband, whoâd just been hankerinâ for something moreâŠsweet (and had rejected every other dessert option until it came to this).
Nanamiâs looooong tongue was dipping in and out of your hole, gathering up all those creamy wads of cum that heâd stuffed in there just moments prior. As if he was forgetting his objective of getting you pregnant- and then starting all over again.Â
âMmmâmmpf.â Came his strangled moans, being completely crushed between your legs- and his two hands plastered upon either side of them as if trying to get them to tighten âround his neck even more. âWhat did I say about this being my favorite dessertâ?â
Slightly leaning back, you can see the full scope of the messes that you and Nanami have made of each other. Slick nâ white cum glued across his face, a sheen that his tastebuds dart out to lick every ounce of.Â
Dripping wet.
Plunging in and out.
Lavishing his mouth between your trembly, overstimulated legs for more, more, more. It was just so wet that it felt like you were melting underneath him, with all your excess staining down his throat now.Â
With a shiver, youâre clawing at Nanamiâs blond head and attempting to push him down- âAnd wh-what have I said about not talking with your mouth full?â
Unexpectedly (or perhaps not, you shouldnât be surprised by now), this doesnât deter Nanami a single bit. Doesnât make him falter a single shred.
In fact, heâs actually wracking with primal shivers, the lower half of his body that was obscured by the angle below rutsââOhhhh, love when you go all momma mode.â Heâs spitting between your pussylips, plastering those swollen lips of yours to his own. And just bubbling out in dewy wads every time heâs pokinâ his tongue inwards and swirling it all around, âCanât- hah, canât wait to make you a momma all over again. Canât wait to fuck a baby into ya, my darling. All round and glowing and- and mineâŠâ
Faster and faster. Youâre wondering just how it was possible for Nanami to talk with his mouth all full, and his tongue working overtime to reach for the hidden spots deepest inside you. âAnd how will you do that when youâre- ngh, greedy for every drop ofâŠâ
He looks up with a darkly amused glint, âDrop of what, my love?â
âDrop of- of cum.â Youâre finally managing to shrill out, and you think it may have something to do with the fact that Nanami had finally gulped down any and every bit of evidence of the mess heâd made of you. That glistening lacquer of creamy white not dotted his lips, and he was rovering his mouth over your clit and biting it now-
âDrop of cum, hmâ?â Nanami pretends to think, so seriously that it reminded you of the way heâd be when he was in the midst of some important business project. âOh, youâre right. I do need to fill you up with my cum before I can get you, ngh, pregnant.â
Youâre squirming, âI genuinely canât tell if youâre seriously that gone or not, Kento.â
âH-hehâŠâ
And it seems that that was all the answer youâre getting for that particular answer- as for the other demand of yours, Nanami doesnât quite answer it until youâre cumming âround his mouth all over again.
He licks up the tenderest spots of your insides until you feel yourself tipping over the edge - by now, your orgasm was nothing more than a few tingles that ran from the pit of your belly nâ left you all numb.Â
All quivering.
You look down and realize, with a jolt, that heâd cleaned you off perfectly - and Nanami Kento always was great with aftercare, but this seemed to be something else entirely. Something filthy. And your cunt almost missed the hot splashes of cum that were once overspilling out of you.
Tears slick down your cheeks and - for the nth time that night - you muse that you canât possibly cum again, for at least a few weeks.
âOh yes, you can.â He answersâoh, youâd said that out loud. Fuck. âAnd you will-â Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. With a final few slurping smooches, Nanami wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gets up from his place kneeled on the kitchen floor. And you can already see that his dick is rock-fucking-hard-
âAfter all, I have to fill you all over again, donât I?â
7:18PM, Saturday.
You havenât even had dinner yet.
You havenât even had dinner yet - but Nanami Kento was making sure that you were stuffed.
Like the cutest of lollipops, looooong and hard. His blushinâ cockhead was licked pink at the very tip, dribbling out in wads of precum that leave your tongue feeling all sticky. He pinpoints the salty taste of it right against the back of your throat, and you whineâ
âSh-shoooo- mmpf.â You manage to gurgle out, and by the way that heâs swabbing every inch of your maw with his length- it doesnât take a genius to figure out that you were claiming he was âsoooo bigâ.
But Nanami wanted to tease you a little bitâŠ
âWhat was hah! that, my love?â Heâs crooning, overlarge hand coming down where you were seated beneath his meaty thighs. They quiver every time the lavish muscle of your tongue traced his muscles, like that was all it took to leave your poor husband on the verge of breaking.
Oh, and how cute you looked with your angrily furrowed brows, mouth full of his cock, huffing nâ puffing at the question heâd just asked.Â
You were underneath his office desk by this point, and Nanamiâs leaning his body back in his chair to buck up ever-so-slightly inside you. Hushing at you all the while to relax your throat, âShhhâbreathe through your- ngh, nose, darling, breeeeathe. Breathe nâ try to repeat that sentence fâme?â
Youâre popping off of his flared mushroom tip with a wet pwah! âBut whyâ? I said youâre so-â
âI want you to say it with my cock in your mouth, mâkay?â Nanami says in that stern tone of his. And youâre letting his massive palm cradle the back of your throat to get you moving your maw over his length once more, nuzzling the curly hairs of his happy trail.
Youâre breathing in his musky masculine scent, âJust so mean.â Pouting, and your dear husband already knows that heâs won.
That when you perk your head up, heâll be guiding his flushed tip to tap-tap-tap against your puckered lips. Your mouth was just so raw from so many kisses that you wince at the stinging sensation, your spit drivelling down both sides of your face.
âI said- hck!â Cut off right as Nanami plugs your dewy mouth hole with his cock, plunging iiiiinââThat youâre so- mmmpfââ
Intentionally, whenever it showed even the slightest signs that you may be emitting any coherent sentences, Nanami would buck his mean hips. Until the toned lines of his pelvis massaged your jaw, heâs lodging his beading cock all the way against the back of your throat- and then has the audacity to coo. âAwww, why arenât you speaking, darling? I just looove your voice so much.â
âMmmpf-â You rake your nails down his milky thighs, leaving sinful marks for days. âHngh-â Slightly managing to find a bobbing pace that let you breath enough, âI said youâre so-â
âAaaand there we go ag-fuck, again.â Before you can finish your sentence, heâs then reaching over to pinch your two nostrils together. A mean smile twitching at one corner of his mouth as you struggle and claw your way down his thighs even more.
Head bobbing desperately, heâs finding that that cute jaw of yours unhinges even more when he restricted your air like this. InterestingâŠ
Finally - finally - letting go of your only form of breathing, Nanami lets you pull off of his throbbing red cock with a gasp. Lines of miry precum still connecting your mouth to his tip, chest heaving- âFuh-fuck, Kento. What I was saying was-â
âAnd how can you expect to teach our new baby all those phonetics if you canât even- ngh, string together a sentence yourself, my darling? No offense butâoh, fuck, that feels good.â He whispers, shutting you up with his girth once more.
Nanamiâs cock was just so wiiiide that he made your mouth create the cutest lilâ âohâ whenever he rammed himself right down to the base. Right. Down to. The. Base.Â
Your husband airily asks, âNowâŠwhat were you saying a-again?â
12:27AM, Sunday.
By this time, youâd finally reached the bedroom - though, only after Nanami had taken you on every single spot inside your shared home and saved your king-sized bed for best and for last.
You were practically running on fumes by this point, and could barely even hold up the messy mating press that heâd pressed you into. With his beefy arms tangled up with yours, his thighs pressed against the backs of yours, cock probing into you deeeeeeep.
You swear you could almost taste the salty sweetness of his cockhead at your throat, just oozing out in creamy white wads- almost as if cumming was a perpetual state that Nanami was in whenever he was inside you from now onwards.
Again and again and again-
âPlease!â Youâre wetly gasping out, head thrown back into pillows that were drenched with your tears by now. âPlease- I think itâs already t-taken by now, Kento-â
âTaken?â Nanami asks, almost in a daze. âTaken- you meanâŠâ
And then you watch - in real-time - as the blond-haired manâs mouth parts ever-so-slightly. As understanding washes over his face. As heâs once again swatting at the door to your womb, and you can feel it splosh! with the overspilling remnants of his ivory sap.Â
It trickles out of your overworked hole in a line of white, and Nanami languidly rovers his hand over to push back in those excess wads. He grins, âI almost forgot that we were s-supposed to get you pregnant, my darling.â You gawk as he continues, âTo be quite honest, Iâve just been- ngh, addicted to your cunt.â
âA-addicted-â
âCanât pull out.â He admits, slashing rude spanks into the back of your pussy with every hoarse syllable - youâre sure that you werenât too far behind, and that your voice would give out soon. âCanât even imagine it- canât even dream of it-âÂ
You squeal as a hand at your throat helps Nanami pull you back along to every one of his rugged thrusts, his plap-plap-plapping hips almost stinging against yours now.
âAll I want is her- all I need to feelââ Growing even rougher with his nudginâ at your cervix, you wonder whether you might just pass out and see the pearly gates at this rate. âAll I need to see- taste- smell- feelâh-hck! Oh, I can feel my cum swirlinâ around inside you- sâlike heaven.â
With a shiver, youâre feeling him splat! out a few more wads of ivory white cum, emptying out to add to the rest of the slicked mess heâd made. You might just be reaching your own high, as well, but with how far you were overstimulated- you couldnât even be sure at this point.
Gasps scorching as he says, âAnd it makes meâŠâ
Oh, you knew something was coming up when he started speaking like that.Â
âAnd- and it makes you?â You claw onto the dampened sheets- you might just have to change them soon, because something told you that you wonât be leaving this bedroom for a while.
âMakes me want toâŠdo it all over again.â
4:56AM, Sunday.
âGet pregnant-â Nanami grunts, furiously pumping his reddened, raw cock inside you. Absolutely furiously. âGet pregnant- get pregnant- get- get pregnantâŠâ
âI think- fuck, can feel itââ Youâre sobbing out, holding onto Nanami for dear life by this point.
You were right in assuming that neither of you would be leaving this very bedroom for a while, because itâs hours later and you hadnât gotten a wink of sleep - hours later and Nanami Kento was still trying to mold his thick, vein-covered cock to your walls. Still trying to get you pregnant as soon as possible.
Right now, actually.
Not even in a proper sex position by this point (youâd already tried everything there was to try), this was more of a sloppy prone bone. With your legs sprawled behind you, and Nanamiâs hulking body melting down into yours.
His abs gluing to your back, his thighs shivering from behind.
He could barely even hold himself up on overworked limbs, and Nanami was left collapsed on top of you. Pinning you down helplessly. Crushing you to his sculptured body, his sweaty abs mingled with your back as he pushes nâ probes nâ cumsââA-anotherâŠâ Nanami pants, and something wet hits the line of your spineâtears. Nanami Kento was crying overstimulated tears.
âGonna get you pregnant with th-this one- I can, haaah, feel it, my love.â His hand scours underneath your tummy, and you can feel him preeeeess into the spot of your womb where you were all filled up to the brim. âI just know it- I, fuck, just know this one left that pretty pussy oâ mine pregnant.â
âOf yours?â Youâre babbling away, feeling so full. Youâd only have done this for Nanami - for his ravenous urge to get you pregnant with your third child.Â
âMhmmm, of mine.â He answers, grinding so that his tender ballsack scrapes your puffy folds. âOf my lovely wife. Of the beautiful m-momma to by three beautiful children- fuck, just saying that made me cum again, my love, look at thatâŠheh.â
âI think mâclose toâŠâ Youâre babbling pathetically, not even sure if you could by now.
But Nanami was probinâ against that spot so perfectly still, and by now your nerves were so tender that every tiny graze sets your teeth on edge. Vision a kaleidoscope of tears- âKento, I think mâgonna-â
And before you can finish your sentence, youâre cumming.
Well, youâre not just cumming, to be quite honest.
Youâre squirting.
Thick, watery splashes of your high that leave your husbandâs sloppy staccato faltering for but a few seconds- as he takes in the constant gush of sap that was leaving you. Gush after gush. Directly following the peak after peak of your orgasm.
And what does Nanami do?
Well, other fuck you ferally through your squirtinâ high, that is? Heâs slithering a hand down to roll over your clit whilst you cum, making you whimper at the delicate feeling.
Intentionally, heâs drenching his skin all a gleaming sheen to- fuck, to bring up to his gluttonous maw and lick offâ
âSoâŠbaby names, my wife?â
.
.
.
1:26PM, Sunday.
You think you might have passed out some time after youâd squirted, and slept straight through until it was past noon. When youâd awoken, you discovered that youâd actually beenâŠcleaned off and tucked safely under the covers.Â
The bedsheets had been changed, too, with one of your favorite pillows fluffed underneath your head. Blankets raised high. Food on your bedside counter in case youâd woken up hungry. And your husband cuddled up beside you, waking up to your lethargic movements.
Of course, heâd taken you then, too.
Itâd been slooooow and sleepy this time- and you think that Nanami had barely even registered the fact that he was awake before his primal mind was immediately filled with the urge to impregnate, impregnate, impregnate.Â
A slight tear track lined down his handsome cheek and to his (thoroughly bitten) throat once he pressed his plummy cockhead inside- smiling at the whoosh of cum thatâd just splashed out of you. âHungry, my love?â
âNot that much-â Youâre answering, âSince we alreadyâŠâ Only- you realize that your husband wasnât looking at you at all.Â
He was looking atâŠ
A wet sluuuurp emanates once your entrance swallows his cock past your puffy pussylips, welcoming the lines of Nanamiâs veins back inside once more- oh, how the tiniest of crevices inside you had missed him already. âOh, you had been hungry.â He titters, almost to himself. âLook at you g-go-â
Youâre yelping as he bottoms out, âSo you were talking to-â
âOh? Whatâs that?â Knowingly, Nanamiâs cupping his ear to lean down and listen- the most lecherous of noises once he ruts in and out of your treacly cunt. In and out. In and out. In and out. âUh uh? Uhhh uhâoh, I see-â
With his devilish eyes, heâs turning towards you and you almost flinch at the look in them-
âShe says the babyâs hungry, my wife-â One of his hands ends up on your right tit, and Nanami brings your hardened nipple up to his mouth to suckâand, oh, the poor thing was sensitive? It made you thrash?Â
Worry not, because in a singular fluid motion, Nanamiâs reaching over towards the bedside table to grab one of his infamous silken work ties. Using it to tie your wrists up- âAt least, my babyâs hungry- for me to fuck a baby into her.â
Again.
5:44PM, Sunday.
Youâd had a brief call just before this with Choso and Yuji in Oita (with the video option carefully turned off on your side so that they wouldnât be able to see the state their parents were now in, all bitten, broken).Â
And right after- oh, right after, Nanami had all but pounced on you.
Maybe it had been the joy of seeing his sons again, maybe it had been the urgency of realizing that theyâd be home by this time tomorrow. Tomorrow morning itself.
But he had you bend like a lawn chair back into your favorite mating press position, your hamstrings screaming at you to slow down- and your husband doing anything but that. âPreg-pregnant-â Heâs whispering out brokenly, unable to manage anything above a rasp. âHave to get you pregnant- have to have everyone look at you and just know what I did-â
You feel his reddened tip twitch inside of you and you moan, âYes- yes yes yes yes, Kento-â His cum spurting out in sloppy streaks. âI want it all inside, I want a baby with you- ngh.â
âFuck, donât say that- sâjust gonna wanna make me go again.â He pleads with you, overstimulated lower lip wobbling at the feeling of your velvety, heart-shaped insides clenching âround him. âJust gonna make me- ngh.â
âFuck, Kento-â
âP-pregnantâŠâ He babbles onwards, âI get the f-feeling sâgonna be a girl, momma.â
8:45PM, Sunday.
After that, there were likely multiple more rounds that melted into one lustful haze in your mind. But the one round that you remember the most fondly out of that particular Sunday, was the one directly after Nanami had skipped dinner to go straight back into fucking you.
Your last round.
He was a crying, whimpering mess by this point - this large, towering hulk of a man that had been reduced to absolutely nothing on your pussy. You could clench and it would be enough to make your husband shed a few tears, his strawberry-red divot streaming out in pearly beads of cum. Allllll emptied out in the back of your pussy-
âI think-â Heâs gasping out towards the end, feeling your slimy walls contract with what might just be another one of your highs once more. âI think this oneâhnghhh.â
âOh my-â Youâre speechless-
Because Nanami only lazily probes his thick cock inside you, holding onto the front of your stomach- he presses doooown right where his mushroomy tip ended at, thudding deep into the front of your overspilling womb by now.Â
Drenched in his cum.
A white, hot mess because of him.
And with a carnal grunt of your name, Nanamiâs finishing out once more. With a few vulgar strokes of him swirlinâ aside the webs of sap already inside of you- youâre realizing that-
âFuckâŠâ Your maw drops agape, âDid you just- hngh, c-cum dry, Kento?â
âWhaââ Heâs hazily turning his eyes downwards, only now realizing that the end of his shaft hadnât burst out in creamy white like it always did these past two days. He had the faint sparks of electricity, all the twitchesâbut Nanami hadnât actually cum.
Youâd sucked him dry.
He was cumming dry.
The realization hits him hard enough that his breath hitches, âO-oh-â Tears glitter the ends of his molten stares, âYouâre right, my love, I did cum dry.â With his palm still plastered against your front, Nanami pulls you towards him - no position at all by now, just a tangled heap of limbs. âAnd you wanna- fuuuuck, donât squeeze me like that- you wanna know something else, too?â
Youâre cracking your teary lids open at him, âWhat?â
Only for your husband, Nanami Kento, to lean down and whisperââI think it really took this time, my wife.â
âOhâŠâ Youâre smiling up at him, your lids heavy. âThatâsâŠgoodâŠKento.â
And itâs the last thing you remember before youâre closing your eyes into a deep, deep slumber.
.
.
.
âOh, fuck-â Youâre shooting upright in your comfortable bed, which only seemed to wish to drag you back down onto its springy mattress with invisible arms. And it was tempting, you have to admit.
Very, very tempting.
If only sunlight hadnât been flowing with gusto even through your bedroom curtains, and birds and traffic werenât twittering in competition outside. It was one of those mornings when the world just seemed a little bit brighter- and with growing panic, youâre slamming your hand out to grab your phone off of the bedside table.
Muttering to yourself, âOh, fuck fuck fuck- fuck.â It hurt to even move your limbs out for this simple action, though that was the least of your worries right now. âIt seems so late- donât tell me I missed the pick up time for-â You tap on your phone screenâ
10:45AM, Monday.
(Public holiday)
âFuck, I did-â
3 missed messages from Hubby <3
âNo- wait.â
Hubby <3: I went to go pick up the kids, so donât worry, my love. Iâll also take care of breakfast so donât even think about it!
Hubby <3: You just get all the sleep you need. I love you.
Hubby <3: So, so much.
Youâre exhaling in relief, falling back against your pillows. Out of curiosity, youâre checking the timestamps on the messages that Nanami had sent, and find that it had actually been a fair amount of time before youâd awoken. So that meansâŠ
âPapa, whereâs momma?â
Ah, Yujiâs loudly curious voice emanates from downstairs - as well as the sweet, simmering smell of pancakes and syrup. Just hearing your sons so close by makes you excited to step downstairs (and you had to admit that the thought of breakfast made your stomach rumble, too)- and yet, you persist. If just to hear what excuse your husband might come up with.
Fuck, it hits you all at once - right along with the immensely satisfying fatigue in your body. The soreness. The bruises. The bites. Youâd just fucked like animals for two days.
âAhâŠâ Nanamiâs deep voice hesitates, âSheâs asleep, sunshine.â
âStill?â Choso pipes up this time, and you could almost imagine the way that his dark brows would knit together when he wanted to get to the bottom of a mystery. âThatâs odd, is she sick or something?â
âOr something.â
Yuji pouts, âWhatâs that mean, papa?â
âMommaâs just very ah- tired, you two know how hard she works.â He replies, and your heart soars as you listen to two little voices of agreement. âLetâs let her sleep, okay? And maybe if she isnât awake by the time we finish these pancakes- then you two can get mommaâs plate ready, and Iâll go upstairs to help her down, alright? We can surprise her with a fancy breakfast just for her!â
âYes, papaâ!â
âSounds good!â
You hear Nanami chuckle, âAnd make sure you plate quite a bit, kiddos, I have the feeling that mommaâs gonna have to eat for two very, very soon.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean, papa?â
âHeh, thatâs a secret, sunshineâŠâ
A/N. Yâall were asking for thisssssss so ofc daddy has to deliver mwahahahaâŠ
zayne knows youâre asleep⊠but he needs you â mdni
cw. lwk dark content, somno, free use, dubcon (please do not read if you are uncomfortable)
zayne knows he shouldnât be doing this. your eyes are closed, breaths slow and even, your body soft in sleepâcompletely defenseless. he should leave you be, slide quietly into bed and let the exhaustion of the day pull him beside you. but itâs been one of those daysâback-to-back surgeries, endless paperwork, and not a single moment to breathe. he hasnât had his daily fix of you, and the absence aches more than heâd like to admit.
all he wanted to do was come home and press himself inside of you and forget about his 14 hour day. seeing you sound asleep should have changed his plans and yet, his cock still aches in the confines of his slacks.Â
he does what he can to get rid of his hard on. he showers (in ice cold water), changes into his sleepwear, takes a lap around the loft, but when he comes back into the bedroom and sees youâre still in your tranquil state, his body moves before his mind can tell him to stop.Â
and zayne usually has more self-control. heâs disciplined, composedâalways the one to keep it together. itâs something heâs regularly praised for, but when it comes to you? all of that falls apart. logic slips through his fingers, and reason doesnât stand the slightest chance. thatâs why he finds himself giving into his dark desires, easing into bed behind you after losing the quiet, relentless battle in his head.
he shudders when he presses against you, heart beating at the speed of light. all he can see, smell and feel is you and itâs driving him mad.Â
he canât. he shouldnât. itâs what his brain tells him.Â
but his body has a mind of its own. his hand slips his cock out of his pants and he has to bite his lip to keep a moan from crawling out of him. he presses his face into your neck, inhaling your scent while pumping himself, pre oozing helplessly from his slit.Â
but itâs not enough to satiate the carnal desire that settles deep in his bones. he needs to feel you. needs to be inside of you.Â
but him fucking you in your sleep? itâs not right. no, he couldnât possibly do that to you.Â
but if thatâs the case, why does the perverted thought alone have him twitching against his palm? itâs disgusting. heâs disgusting.Â
itâs disgusting when he slots himself between your thighs. itâs disgusting when his breath stutters and heâs having to hold his moans back. itâs disgusting when he lifts your leg slightly to push your panties to the side so that your (surprisingly) wet cunt makes direct contact with his throbbing length.Â
ââm sorry,â he whispers, guiltily, yet he canât stop the way his cock thrusts against your pussy. âi know âm sick, but fuck⊠i need you and you feel so good, baby. always feel sâgood for me.â
when you let out a soft moan, he freezes, cock stilling between your thighs. you shift slightly, but youâre still asleep and he lets out a sigh of relief. he doesnât know what heâd do if you caught him in this indecent act.Â
he should definitely stop now⊠it isnât too late. he can go to sleep and pretend this never happened while he still had the chanceâŠÂ
instead he presses his tip against your twitching hole and pushes inside you, your tight pussy fluttering around him and stretching open to take his size. zayne lets out a guttural groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way you immediately wrap so perfectly around him. he canât even try to hold himself back, youâre so warm and wet and you fit him so well. like you were made for this.
made for taking his cock in any state.Â
god, heâs sick. the way your body reacts to him, the way you cling to him even while unconsciousâitâs almost too much. his shaky hand grips your pliant body to anchor himself while he thrusts inside of you, each stroke deeper than the next. he doesnât deserve to feel this goodâdoesnât deserve youâhe knows and even still, he continues to fuck you while you let out the softest sighs and moans.Â
heâs so lost in a trance that he doesnât notice when you stir awake until you mumble out his name in that sweet, tired voice he adores so much. âzaynieâŠâÂ
but at the sound, zayne halts, breath catching in his throat as reality crashes back in. his hands pull away from you instantly as his chest heaves. heat floods his skinâhis ears, his cheeks, the back of his neckâall burning the same shade of pink. a lump rises in his throat, leaving him wordless as shame and desire twist and turn in his stomach.
âsweetheart,â he pants. âi-iâm so sorry, i just missed you so much today and i really needed you. i shouldâve askedââ
âmmm, donât be sorry, baby. i missed you, tooâfell asleep waiting for you,â you hum, clamping tightly around his twitching cock. âbad day at work?â
his throat runs dry, but he manages to respond breathily, âthe worst. could only think about coming home to my pretty girl. âs the only thing that kept me going.â
a smile touches your lips at his weak voice and the way he shifts inside you ever so slightly. you know heâs waiting eagerly for your permissionâthat heâs strung out and his patience is worn.
so you moan softly, pushing back against him and grinding against his cock and he gasps in shock. you reach behind you to cup his heated cheek and mumble. âyou can use me however you like, baby. whenever you want. âs okay, i trust you.â
âyeah?â he seeks confirmation, voice cracking with desperation.
when you nod, he shudders, pulling out just to press himself back into you with more force. he enjoys the sound of your raspy, high pitched squeak. he coaxes every sound he can from you, fucking you nice and deep, until youâre fully awake and meeting him halfway.
