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limehaspassed · 10 months
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Perfectection
(Leon Kennedy x Chubby F!Reader)
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In which Leon Kennedy shows you everything he loves about you. <3
Inspired by my pookie bear, I love you and thank you for feeding into my obsession. Love you @illaxeem
CW: NSFW ,, Voyeurism ,, Cunnilingus ,, Mirror Sex ,, Hair Pulling ,, Praise Kink (briefly mentioned) ,, Light Mention of Body Dysmorphia ,, Body Praise
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It was later on in the night when you finally got the chance to sit down, your day spent cleaning and rearranging things to your liking. You had been unhappy with the state of the house for a while so you decided to change it up. Now, after twelve hours of moving things around, you were finally done. You were beyond sure that you pulled a few muscles in the process.
For a while, you sat on the couch and rested your eyes, that was until you heard a key in the door. Immediately you jumped up, excited to show your boyfriend what you had done while he was at work. When he left earlier that morning, he had noticed you cleaning, he hadn’t noticed your plans of moving everything this way and that.
“Welcome home, dear.” You greeted as Leon walked through the entryway, the door closing behind him.
He gave a sluggish smile, he was also in the same state as you, exhausted. You gave him a soft smile and helped him slip his jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack. He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. You chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.
“You alright?” You asked quietly, a slight hum to your voice.
Leon nodded against you. “Yeah. How was your day without me?” He asked in return, a slight tease to his voice. He knew that you didn’t like to be separated from him.
“Actually, it was rather pleasant, I got so much done. Do you want to see?” You replied to Leon’s surprise. You were always quick to complain about him working too much and not spending enough time with you during the day, yet now you aren’t complaining, in fact you almost seem thankful.
“Sure, show me what you did.” He let go of you, standing up straight. He wore a soft smile, his eyes warm and sleepy.
You grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. “Look.” You said, motioning to a completely rearranged living room, nothing was left untouched, even the small plants that were arranged on the coffee table.
“Oh.”
“Do you not like it?” Your face fell a bit.
“No, no. I like it, I just wasn’t expecting that. How’d you move all of that? I know for sure that the couch is heavy, I was the one that had to bring it in here.” He was confused on how you did this all on your own. You weren’t weak, he knew that, but you certainly weren’t as strong as him, you didn’t have the same training he did.
You chuckled again and punched his shoulder lightly. “I’ve been working out.”
“When?”
“What? Do you want to work out with me? I’m sure you would love to see that.” You ask teasingly.
“If you’re offering.” He replied bluntly.
You give a quick laugh and walk towards the kitchen and dining room, expecting him to follow. He did.
“Now, what would my big, strong cop like for dinner?” You asked, turning to look at him with a wink.
He chuckled at your tone and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you would like. I’m not in the mood for anything specific.” He explains, taking a seat at the table. He leaned back into the chair with a sigh, closing his eyes.
“Alright. How about turkey wraps?” You asked to which he hummed in response.
You started making them quietly, you didn’t want to disturb Leon. His job was oftentimes loud and all he wanted when he got home was peace and quiet. You respected this and always tried your best to remain quiet, keeping your voice soft and low. He never said anything about this but you knew he appreciated it.
It didn’t take long for dinner to be made. You plated the wraps and walked over to the table, setting one down in front of Leon and one in front of where you sat. You took your seat and waited for Leon to open his eyes before eating. When he opened them, he flashed you a gentle smile and began eating, you did the same.
“So what did you have for lunch?” He asked casually.
“Oh. I forgot to eat lunch.” You replied hesitantly.
Leon looked up at you, his eyes serious. “You have to eat lunch babe, it’s unhealthy not too.”
“I know, I was just distracted. I swear, nothing else made me not eat.” You explained to which Leon calmed down a bit.
“Just try to eat something for me tomorrow alright. I’ll be home tomorrow so I can make you up something good.” He offered.
You nodded and continued eating.
It had always been like this with the two of you, he was always watching out over you, making sure you ate. Before you met him, you would often skip meals for one reason or another, but when you got with him, he was always pushing you to eat when mealtime came around. He wouldn’t force it onto you but he would try his best to gently coerce you into eating. You appreciated the way he would look out for you but sometimes, you wished he would let it slide. Only sometimes, that was when you let your insecurities get the best of you.
Dinner came and went and soon it was time for bed. Leon had already laid down while you were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.
You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your stomach and thighs. You couldn’t help but think about lunch today, the lunch you didn’t eat. You felt guilty for not eating but you felt dirty for eating dinner. There was no balance. The pudge of your stomach testified to your feelings. You hated your stomach and thighs, how much bigger they were than everyone else’s, you wanted them to be smaller but you didn’t want to stop eating, you didn’t want to let Leon down.
You were trapped within a box of constant obsession, obsession with being skinny and obsession with gratifying Leon. You didn’t which to choose, you wanted both of them, you needed both of them. You felt as though without one obsession the next one wouldn’t exist. You couldn’t pick between them.
You sighed and looked away, pulling your shirt outwards a bit. You went to grab a different one, one that wasn’t as tight when you noticed Leon standing behind you, staring at you through the mirror.
“You alright?” He asks.
You nod and walk over to him, he was leaning against the doorway. “I just need to grab a different shirt.” You explain.
“Why? I like this one.” He says, placing his hands on your hips.
“Don’t say that when you don’t mean it.” You replied, removing his hands from your hips.
He smiled at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. “And how would you know what I like and don’t like?” He asks curiously.
“Because it makes my stomach look big.” You reply, looking away. You felt bad for thinking this way but it was the truth, there was no hiding it.
“Where?” He asks, tilting your head to look back up at him. He leans forward and presses his forehead agaisnt yours. “I don’t see anything wrong with you.” He whispers, his breath fanning across your face like a warm blanket.
You meet him with anxious eyes, your thoughts were getting the better of you again. “But-“
“Nope. No but’s” He interrupts you, placing a finger over your lips to silence you. He reaches down and places his hands on the sides of your stomachs. “You’re beautiful. You know that right? If I had to choose who was the most beautiful girl in the world, I would choose you. You want to know why?”
You nod slowly, not sure if you want to know or not. You were scared that he might turn this around and go the other direction with it.
He slides his hands down to you hips and pulls you even closer. “Let me show you what all I like about you. Come here.”
He pulls you over to the standing mirror in the corner of y’all’s bedroom. He places you in the center of it and has you look at yourself in the mirror. You try to look away but he grabs your chin, as gentle as he can, and holds you there. He then takes his other hand runs it over your body, his touch is featherlight, it tickles and leaves a trail of heat in its wake.
He runs his hand up your shirt, letting it rest on your stomach. He smiles lovingly at you in the mirror. “You want to know why I like your stomach so much dear?” He asks you, his voice a low whisper, it sends chills down your spine.
“Why?”
“Because it’s a perfect place to rest my head an it will carry our future children. You’ll be such a good mother, I hope you know that.” His voice holds a fondness you rarely hear, it causes your heart to swell and a blush to spread across your cheeks.
He chuckles at this reaction and runs his hand down to your thighs. He gently squeezes one as he speaks. “You wanna know why I like your thighs so much?” He asks, his voice takes on a more darker tone, one that’s more lustful. “It’s because they feel so nice around my head.”
“Oh.” You say breathlessly. You blush at this, wanting to look away, to hide your embarrassment, but you can’t. You can only look at him. There’s a part of you that’s enjoying this a bit too much.
He leans his head down and kisses your neck softly, using his teeth and tongue to tease the sensitive skin. You gasp at the touch and move your head as much as you can in his grip, giving him further access. His free hand slips between your thighs, reaching upward.
You squirm under his touch. He smiles at you in the mirror and moves his hand further up and rubs against you. You gasp and grab his arm. You squeeze your thighs together under his touch.
“Relax.” He whispers against your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. He is staring at you through the mirror, his eyes are intense, focused, and filled with desire.
You swallow hard and stare back at him with timid eyes. You weren’t a stranger to this attention but something about this was different, it felt all too much. It felt so real and open, you didn’t like looking at yourself but at the same time, it turned you on in a way you couldn’t describe.
You stare at him for a minute before slowly relaxing your legs, allowing him to continue. He continues and your grip on his arm tightens.
“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” His voice is just below a whisper, barely audible.
A shiver runs down your spine at his voice and you lean against him, closing your eyes. His hand continues to run against you for a bit until he pulls it away, moving it upwards towards your neck.
“Open your eyes.” It was more of a demand than a request.
You opened them and he smiled as he looked at you. His hand delicately ran across your neck before he leaned down and placed soft kisses along the sensitive skin. She let out a breathy moan, a small, timid sound, embarrassment was flooding through her. He smiled at this and pulled away, looking up at you in the mirror.
“Do you know why I like your neck? It’s because you get so flustered when I kiss it. Like this.” He leans down and kisses your neck again, this time with more fervor than before.
Your face turns red at the mention of you being flustered, you’re embarrassed over being called out. This whole process was calling you out and you couldn’t tune him out, he was too close to you, you were enjoying far too much.
He drops his hand, keeping the one on jaw in the same position, slightly tightening his grip. He leans forward and places a kiss to the back of your jaw, just under your ear. He nibbles on the skin, causing another moan to escape your mouth.
“Oh those noises of yours are so divine, my love.” He whispers against your ear, his breath tickling your skin.
Your eyes go wide but not because he complimented you, no because of how turned on you were by his praise. It struck a chord with you, a chord you didn’t know existed until now.
Leon then readjusted his grip on your jaw, tilting your head up slightly. “You know what I like about your jaw? It’s a perfect spot to place my lips. It’s also perfect for grabbing.” He explained in a low voice, his lips so close to your ear that it almost felt like he was kissing it.
You watched him through the mirror as he trailed a hand over your hip, his eyes connecting with yours. He was smiling, always he was smiling at you. God, you wished you could marry that smile already.
He then let go of your jaw for a moment, reaching down and grabbing the hem of your shirt with both hands, he pulled it over your head, letting it fall towards the floor afterwards. He then reaches up and grabs both of your breasts.
“You know why I like your boobs?” He asks, gently massaging them. “It’s because they’re the perfect place to lay my head, plus they fit so perfectly in my hands. It's like they were made for me and only me.” A hint of possessiveness enters his voice as he says this, a glint of dominance clear in his eyes.
You lean back against him, relaxing into his touch. That is until he drops his hands, stepping away from you for a minute. He smiles at you through the mirror, a wicked and twisted smile, one sure to turn your stomach with anxiety.
“Turn to face me and lay on your back.” He demanded gently, his smile softening slightly as he noticed your anxious attitude.
You did as told, looking up at him confused as to what he had in mind. He sits on his knees at the end of your feet and leans over you. He takes his hand and tilts your head back until you could see yourself in the mirror, your view upside down now.
“Don’t look away and don’t close your eyes.” He commands, kissing your chin before moving back to an upright position.
Taking the fabric of your pants in hand, he tugs them down, pulling them all the way off and tossing them to the side. He does the same thing with your underwear, exposing the cold air to your lower regions.
You try your best not to look away as he turns to look back at you, his smile ever so present.
“You look so beautiful, my love. I hope you’ll be able to see just how beautiful you really are.” He speaks softly, his thumb caressing your inner thigh. He then spreads your thighs apart and wraps them around his neck as he leans down, pressing a warm kiss against you.
You gasp, his eyes flickering up to capture yours for a second before he runs his tongue against you, causing a low moan to escape you. He takes a moment to enjoy your moan, savoring the sound before continuing, running his tongue along your clit.
You clench your hands as he continues to run his tongue against your clit, your mouth hanging open as you moan. Your eyes stared at the top of his head, his hair falling in front of his face. You reached down and grabbed it, intertwining it between your fingers. It was soft and cool, contradicting the heat that was your body.
Leon takes his hand and presses two fingers inside of you, stroking you in tandem with his tongue. You hands tighten on his hair and you can hear him groan, something that only adds to your excitement , to your enjoyment.
Leon continues, lavashing you with his touches until it feels all too much, bringing you right to edge. Your core is burning, your heart beating out of your chest, and your throat slightly sore from moaning so much. God, you swear you could see constellations as his tongue only continued to pleasure you, that was until he stopped, pulling away from you completely.
A whine emitted from your mouth involuntarily, coming out as an impulse as you were denied your orgasm. He looked at you in the mirror and smiled.
“Next time, I’m recording that sweet voice of yours.” He says as he leans back over you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Now, get on your hands and knees, facing the mirror, please.”
Your face went red at his words, you were always embarrassed with this position, far more embarrassed about than any other position the two of you have tried. However, despite your embarrassment, you did as told, sitting up and facing the mirror, supporting yourself from your hands and knees.
His smile grew as he watched you, a lustful look overtaking his eyes, desire was written all over his face.
He placed his hands on your hips and positioned himself behind you. He leaned over you again, placing kisses all along your back. You watch him, your cheeks burning hot. The mirror, the position, the constant kissing, and constant praise was all too overstimulating your brain, emotions swirling left and right. It was too much, you couldn’t handle it all.
He positioned himself behind you and slowly pushed himself in, giving you time to adjust. He starts at a slow pace, a rhythmically and constantly pleasing pace. He’s watching you, his eyes staring directly into yours. You go to look away but he grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back up, you gasp at the sudden movement.
Your eyes met his again as he quickened his pace, pushing into you at a faster pace, one that causes you to moan and whine. You were already denied an orgasm once, now everything felt all so sensitive and alive, every little movement of his was driving you crazy.
He angles himself, hitting in the exact spot that sends you flying over the edge, constellations forming in front of you. You could see Cassiopeia and Orian, all handcrafted by Leon, made perfectly for you. It isn’t long until you feel that heat flood back to your core, your body twitching and convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you.
You could hear him groaning, his hand tightening around your hair, eliciting a moan in response. You never knew that his hands in your hair would be so hot. You never knew watching yourself being railed would be so exciting.
Second after glorious second goes by and you soon feel yourself reaching your climax, you look up at Leon, he’s already watching you. His eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration, it’s almost cute.
“Fuck, Leon, I think…” Your words are interrupted by your own moan, his thrusts reaching even deeper now. Your hands curl into fists and every muscle in your body contracts as Leon quickened his pace, his thrusts more frenzied and pleasure driven.
It isn’t long until you’re pushed over that edge, your eyes closing as your orgasm hits you hard. You can feel him cum inside you shortly after, riding you through your high. Your muscles relax and you can feel your legs about to give out.
“Leon.” You breathlessly whisper his name, opening your eyes to look back up at him.
“Yes, my love?”
“We should do that again sometime.”
He chuckles and pulls out of you, running a hand along your back. You sit down on your knees as he comes to sit behind you, his arms wrapping around you warmly. He places a kiss on your temple before leaning his nose against your hair, breathing you in.
“I love you, beautiful. I love you so much.”
You smile and lean back against him. “I love you too, dear.”
“Now would you like to head to bed or watch a movie in our freshly rearranged living room?” He asks, a slight tease to his voice.
Your smile grows and you close your eyes again, enjoying being so close to him. “Whatever works best for you.”
They ended up going for the movie, however neither of them got to watch it, they both passed out on the couch a few minutes into the film.
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Thank you for reading loves 🖤
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bunnygirl-titties · 1 year
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I need my pussy ate 😡
Like I need it bad😤
I could actually explode from lack of attention to my clit 😞
Reblogs appreciated
This is for lesbians(and other wlw)
✨men & minors DNI✨
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guys. this is literally my first time ever writing smut, tell me how it got so hardcore so fast like--? the kink tag is already a mile long. i do not know if i will survive writing this lol
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osaemu · 6 months
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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ CAN I PUT YOU ON HOLD? ❜❜
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.ೃ࿐ he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. cunniligus, lil' bit of dirty talk and more... i'm too tired to type it all out </3
author's note: idk personally i wouldn't take that.. but i guess i would if it was satoru. anywaysss enjoy
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satoru's a busy man — balancing his responsibilities as a teacher and as a sorcerer is no easy task, but he finds a way to make it work.
anyone who's known him for longer than a minute can easily tell that satoru's committed to his line of work. as much as he complains about it, the truth is that it's one of his top priorities. maybe even the first one.
and you get a taste of just how devoted satoru is when he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. 
"hello?" satoru cooes, eyes focused on your indignant expression as he holds a finger to his lips. "yeah, i'm free to talk. what is it?"
"free to talk?" you mouth at him incredulously. satoru replies with a wink and grins, enjoying the show. you're still pinned underneath him, bedsheets haphazardly strewn across your body, and satoru savors the sight of you all needy and pouty.
"yeah, take your time," satoru says amusedly to whoever's on the other side of the phone after a moment. when you reach up and swat satoru's chest indignantly, he uses his free hand to pin your wrists above your head, a clear warning in his eyes.
after a couple of mhm's and of course's, the conversation still isn't over. your patience is waning — who is satoru to just stop in the middle of fucking you to pick up a phone call and say that he's free to talk?
you try to distract yourself by thinking about the mindblowing sex you were having just minutes ago. the longing, glassy stares; the red scratch marks down satoru's back; and of course you couldn't leave out the words.
"fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetheart." "atta girl, you're a natural slut, aren't ya?" "your pussy was made to be fucked by me, wasn't it?"
how did that turn into "yeah, make sure the higher-ups know about this, otherwise they'll give me hell for it. mhm"?
after another bland minute, satoru rolls off of you and sits up with his back against the headboard, sheets falling to expose everything from his waist up. 
you whine in impatience, glaring at him like a sullen child. satoru basically just edged you — one second you're about to get to best orgasm of your life, the next you're forced to watch your boyfriend chat on the phone nonchalantly as if he wasn't just moaning your name like a slut three minutes earlier.
satoru shoots a glare at you and pats his lap, pressing a finger to his lips as a reminder to stay quiet.
well then, he shouldn't have picked up the phone in the middle of fucking you.
you scoot yourself into his lap, purposefully positioning yourself so that your pussy just barely rubs against the head of satoru's still-dripping cock.
it's so worth it when you hear satoru inhale a sharp breath and start to squirm under you, somehow both trying to push himself inside but also trying to inch himself away. it's like he can't decide, but the way his face flushes red speaks volumes.
his voice is breathier than normal as he squeezes his watery eyes shut. "yeah yeah, that's perfect. you mind if i put y'on hold for a sec? alright, thanks."
you glance over at satoru as he retracts the phone from his ear and puts it on mute. not even a second later, he's back on you, manhandling you into a position where he can comfortably eat your pussy, a cheeky smile on his lips.
"you think you're so fucking funny, don't ya?" satoru cooes, looking up at you as he eats you out sloppily. a mixture of his saliva and your essence drips down his chin, and the lewd sounds slipping from his lips are pornworthy. the wail that slips out of your lips when satoru bites down on your thigh hard enough to leave a mark is anything but appropriate, especially when he presses his lips back to your pussy and laughs in the middle of tonguefucking you.
"fuck, you're so lucky my phone's on mute right now," satoru groans, still buried in between your thighs. "god, if my old man could hear you now—"
"your dad's on the other end of the phone?!" you gasp, swatting satoru's head and frantically reaching over him to check if the phone was actually on mute — knowing satoru, it could've just slipped his mind. intentionally.
satoru scowls, muttering a reminder for you to stay still while he eats his dessert before rolling his eyes and grumbling "what does it matter?"
"uh, that's embarrassing!" you whine. when satoru nudges his nose against you again, you reluctantly spread your thighs for him so he can continue his meal. satoru mumbles a thanks, but he doesn't respond beyond that.
"satoru!"
"what??"
"don't you have to finish your call?"
satoru sticks out his bottom lip, fixing his cerulean eyes on you and pouting. "you were just complaining about the call and now you want me to go back??"
"it's your dad, satoru," you groan, pushing his shoulders away from your legs and ignoring his protests. "you don't get any more pussy until you finish that damn call."
"i hate you."
"love you lots, baby."
satoru sighs dramatically and unmutes the call, not bothering to respond to his dad's questions with answers longer than a word or two. after another minute of this, his dad finally hangs up and satoru lets out an elated cheer.
he turns to you with a mischievous smirk. 
"now, where were we?"
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shit-zu · 1 year
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be quiet, I’m shifting into outlander mode
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fanpageknight · 6 months
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Caregiver
Posted:10/14/23
Title: Caregiver
Yandere Sanji x F reader
Summary: The straw hats find you stranded and straved in the middle of the ocean. Flashing back to his own past Sanji makes it his mission to nurse you back to health. Unfortunately for you, he seems to enjoy your helplessness a little too much.
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Word Count: 4281
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Gif By @zsuo
Warnings: yandere, smut w/ plot, extreme starvation,
🔞Smut content: Non-Con, Praise kink, Fingering, Cunniligus
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
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The last of your energy was spent firing your final flare. Red exploded in the sky brightly. "Please..." You had just enough strength to keep yourself sitting up. Luckily you saw the ship turn in your direction. A ram's head decorated the front of the pirate's ship. You gulped at the Jolly Roger sporting a straw hat. You hoped you hadn't survived this long just to be fed to hungry heartless pirates. "M-Mercy... please..." You whispered. The ship got bigger, and a bright red shirt stood out on its deck. "Hey! Do you need help?!" You barely heard. Shaking you try to stand only to fall completely unconscious.
The warmth of weighted sheets shields your cold body. You groaned, opening your eyes. The weakness was too strong for you to move more than your head. The smell of delicious food filled your nose. You must be dreaming. "F-food..." Your dry mouth begs. "It's okay. I have food right here." A kind voice says. Strong arms help you sit up against the pillows. The voice's source was revealed to be a handsome young blonde man. "You must be starving..." You couldn't respond. "Here, drink first." You don't question him when he places a glass to your lips. The refreshing liquid tastes heavenly as it rewets your dry mouth. "There you go... good job." The man praises you as you gulped down all the water. "My name is Sanji. I'm the cook of this pirate crew. We call ourselves the straw hats. You are in no danger. I promise. We just want to help." He tries not to overwhelm you with too much information. "Here. Some soup to refuel you." Sanji figures with how weak you were soup would be the easiest for you to get down and keep down. Carefully, he spoon-feeds you. Your skeletal frame was apparent when Zoro lifted you into the ship. Due to the extreme weight loss, your rags of clothes barely fit. Sanji was horrified to see you in such a state. He was surprised that you could even lift your head. You moaned at the meal. "Th-" Sanji quietly shushes you when you try to thank him. "Don't try to talk. Just use your energy to eat." He wouldn't be surprised if you collapsed again. That's why he was trying to feed you immediately. Once the bowl was finished, he poured some more water out of a jug that sat next to him. "Drink." The soft demand was welcome as you gulped it down. "T-thank..." You couldn't finish. Sanji smiles all the same. "You're welcome. I could never let a lady starve. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." His flirtatiousness goes over your foggy mind. Your arms lay trapped under the sheets, unable to move. "Do you have a name, beautiful?" You open your mouth, causing Sanji to lean in close. "Y/n..." You say in a whisper. "Y/n? That's a wonderful name." He brushes your tangled hair out of your sunburnt face. "Can you get some rest for me y/n? I'll give you plenty more food when you wake up. How does that sound?" You barely nod, but he sees it. "Good girl." He carefully more body to lay down again. "I'll even get you some fresh clothes. That is more suitable for a young lady like you~" He pulls the sheet to your bony chest. You were out before he got to the door. He looks at your sleeping face with sadness, flashing back to his days stuck on that rock.
The next morning, you were still too weak to move. Same as before, Sanji waited in a chair next to the bed with warm food. "Sleep well?" He asked. Groaning was the only noise you could muster. Sanji lifts you to lay against the pillows and begins to feed you the same as before. Suddenly, the bedroom door flies open, and a young man in a red shirt and a straw hat busts in. "Hi! I'm Luffy! What's your name? How did you end up on that rock? How long were you out there? Are you a pirate, too? Are you gonna eat that?" Sanji jumps in. "Luffy! Please, they're too weak for all this excitement." Luffy slaps a hand over his mouth and nods. "Why don't you go inform the other breakfast is ready," Sanji asks politely while feeding you another bite. Luffy looks at him guilty, causing Sanji to sigh. "Please tell me you didn't scoff it all down." Luffy smiles. "Okay, then I won't, even if that's what happened!" Sanji lifts a bite of your mouth watching your sunburnt lips wrap around it. "Get out, Luffy." He demands. "Okay! It was nice meeting you!" The young boy says before leaving. "How is it I never have enough food to feed that boy?" Sanji asks you rhetorically. "Oh! These are from our navigator, Nami." He shows you clean clothes. "She's also offered to bathe you after breakfast. She said it makes sense for her to do it since she is the only other woman on our crew at the moment. Isn't that so considerate of her?" He informed you blushing. Once you get all the food down and chase it will water. Sanji picked you up in his arms. His arms were strong yet held a lot of gentleness in their actions. Your bony face presses against his chest, allowing his heartbeat to sing in your ear. Sanji carries you to the ship's kitchen and carefully sets you down next to the window. "You're a lucky girl getting to see my magic in action~" Once more, his flirtatiousness went over your starved mind. Your weakness felt paralyzing. "Geese Sanji. Leaving the poor girl alone. She almost died out there. No need to torture her." A feminine voice says, entering. You groan, turning your head to see her sit next to you. "I'm Nami. Don't pay Sanji much mind he flirts with anything that has legs." You recognized her name. "C-cloth-" you try to say. "Yes, honey. she is the one who gave you clothes." Sanji conforms for you. "Oh yeah, those were my clothes. If you'd like, I can go ahead and bathe you. My breakfast can wait. I don't mind." Sanji's smile twitches. "You said you would do that after breakfast." He tries to cover his annoyance in a sweet voice. "Yeah, but I'm sure she'd feel better after a bath. Then get back in bed to rest up. Breakfast will be there.", "I wouldn't be too sure about that." Sanji jokes. She turns back to you. You do your best to conform with s slight nod. "Suit yourself. Let me at least help carry her to the bath."
Sanji closes the door behind himself as he leaves the bathroom. His hand grips the handle tight. His gaze doesn't leave it. The sound of the bath beginning to run meets his ears. "Alright. Let's get you out of these old rags." Nami says, causing Sanji to gulp and force himself off the handle. 'I could've bathed her... why didn't I offer before her...' Sanji thinks to himself. The sound of Nami helping you into the bath caused him to hurry back to the kitchen.
It had been a few weeks, and you were making a slow recovery. You were able to slowly feed yourself but still need someone to carry you around and do more straining activities. Since you arrived on the ship, Sanji took it upon himself to be your main caregiver. To which no one opposed. For one, he's the chef, and two everyone knows he went through something similar. If anyone knows what to do, it's Sanji. "Here you go, mon amour." He says, seating you at the kitchen table. "Thank you..." He kisses your forehead. You were still too frail to stop him even if the sweet gesture was welcome.
What you had originally thought to be the start of a caring friendship with Sanji had slowly become uncomfortable. His actions were always easy for him to pass off to the crew as him simply providing for you during your recovery. However, you felt he was getting too comfortable. For example, he took it upon himself to dress you. Nami used to do it but suddenly it was his job. Nami had protested a little, asking what he was up to. At the time, you couldn't tell her that he was lying in saying you wanted him to do it. Which made a good gateway for him to begin to bathe you as well. "No... want Nami..." You cough out as Sanji takes off the shirt he bought you. "Sshhhh. It's alright, love. You know I can take much better care of you than she can." He was happy to see you beginning to gain weight. Sanji lifts your naked body into the warm bath. "P-please... Want Nami..." You try to cover yourself from the blonde even if this wasn't the first time he's bathed you against your will. Sanji continues to whisper sweet nothings to you as he takes his time to wash you. Luckily, most of the sunburns were healed, so the washcloth didn't hurt as bad anymore. You will admit he was always softer than Nami. Sanji rubs the dead skin off your back. Your hands hold onto one of his arms to keep yourself upright. "Want Nami..." You repeat. "No honey... you don't want her..." Sanji reassures you with a surprising amount of patience left. He moves the cloth to your breast, taking his time to grope them with the rag. "Nami can't care for a good girl like you, not like I can~" Your chest jerks a little when he lightly pinches your nipple with the cloth. His eyes fall to your soapy chest, looking at the erect nipples. "Alright, time to stand." You hated this part the most. Holding on his arms tightly, he helps you stand to wash your gentiles. You didn't look at him as he took his time to rub the soapy washcloth against you. "Have I ever told you what a good girl you are?" Sanji says in your ear. You slowly nod as he continues the movement. He smiles. "Good because you are~" Sanji's middle finger finds your clit through the cloth and rubs it enough to feel but not to give any real pleasure. He presses his nose in your wet hair to smell the shampoo. The action didn't last long as he moved to rub your butt with the soapy rag. Your knees begin to shake from weakness, and Sanji helps you back down. He rinses you off before draining the tub.
He wraps you in a warm, fluffy towel and holds you against him. His hands rubbed your body as he held you. "Doesn't that feel better, honey?" He asked, never expecting an answer. Sanji lifts you to set you on the closed toilet. He made it a ritual to pamper you with body lotions and perfumes. Sanji peels the towel off you, letting it fall. Kneeling in front of you, he begins to rub your damp skin with a new lotion. "I found this one on my last grocery outing. Though you'd like the smell." It was a sweet vanilla scent which tended to be his favorite for you. His hand rubs your arms, then your neck before squeezing out more lotion for your breast. Sanji's hands cup your chest and slowly massage. If Nami was helping you, she wouldn't make this sensual and weird. Nami was effective, making sure to never take longer than necessary for both your comforts. Sanji's wet thumbs rub your nipples causing you to try and grab his hand. Frail fingers wrap around his wrist in a loose grip. "Aww, you don't have to be shy. I know you like it when I care for you~" You don't meet his eyes. Sanji kisses your cheek and moves on. He rubs your legs and feet to release tension. "I'd carry you everywhere if you let me. Even when you're strong again. Your feet would never touch the ground if I could help it~" Sanji had gotten into the habit of telling you his fantasies, knowing you can't protest them. Last but not least, Sanji stands you to rub lotion on your ass. His hands were big and delicate while he needed your flesh like dough. Your hands gripped his button-down. "B-bad man..." You squeaked out, hiding your face in his chest. "Aww, you don't mean that. You must still be delirious from all the time stranded. Poor thing~" He kisses your head and helps you dress in the panties he bought you as well as your new clothes. Sanji loved shopping for you. How could he not spoil you?
You think back to those baths as you gaze out the kitchen window. As you slowly gained your voice back, you tried to voice to Nami and the crew that Sanji was creepy, but it was always your word against his. "She's still delirious. We can't expect her mind to be 100% for a long while. Trust me, I know from experience." That was his trump card. He uses his own stranded story against yours. Sanji sits down with your dinner. "I can feed myself." You say. "I know, mon amour. Open." He feeds you anyway. Sanji moves your legs to lay over his leg and holds you with an arm around your waist. His shoulder presses into your bony back. The food was always amazing. At first, you thought it was from starvation, but come to find out, he was just that good. Not having much energy, you close your eyes to enjoy the food. "Open..." Your mouth would open on command. Sanji could see your pretty pink tongue was no longer dry. "Good girl..." He whispered. The rest of the crew was doing whatever it was they did in the evening. Zoro is either napping or working out. Nami drawing while Usopp and Luffy goof off. Then there was Sanji playing your 24/7 caregiver and living for every moment. "I just noticed how doll-like you are, mon amour." You didn't like wherever this thought was leading, but he didn't elaborate and you didn't ask. Simply kept feeding you.
You ended up falling asleep on Sanji when the crew got together to watch the sunset. He had you on his lap with his blazer covering you. Zoro stood behind the group, who were spread out on a blanket. He stared at the back of Sanji's head, trying hard to figure out what was going on with him. Zoro had his doubts about Sanji since you started to talk. "Sanji... b-bad man -" You tried to tell him only for Sanji to cut off reminding the crew that your mind was still "muddy". If you were being taken advantage of, Zoro wanted to step in. However, on the surface, it just seemed like regular old Sanji. "I should get her to bed..." Sanji announces in a hushed tone. Goodbye, when exchanged as he carries you off. Due to the lack of bedrooms, you share a room with Sanji. You didn't like it, but he claimed it would help him watch over you. You groaned as Sanji lays you down, but don't wake up.
Soft, gentle pleasure made you squirm. "Mhm~" you moaned, eyes still closed. The feeling of your clit being rubbed slowly begins to wake you. "Mmh~" you moaned again. "Good girl..." His voice whispered. Your eye fluttered open. Sanji was hovering over you. Resting on his forearm next to your head as he watches himself work your clit. "S-sanji?" He looks up to meet your gaze with a bright smile. "Hi, Mon amour~" He kisses your cheek. "Mhm...what..." You try to shake the sleepiness. "Ssh, just relax. Let me take care of you~" You groan in protest as his circling movements increase. The bed sheets hung over his lower back. He wore his usual suit minus his blazer. Sanji uses his knees to keep your legs pressed down when you attempt to close them. "N-no..." You whispered. "Relax, just wanna make you feel good~" You bite your lip and move your powerless hands to reach for him. "S-stop..." You say causing Sanji to kiss your face again. "Sshhhh... you're okay." Your hips jerk towards him as he presses firm circles into your clit. "Poor thing, probably starved of pleasure and too weak to satisfy yourself~" You turn your face away from him, trying not to cry. "Good thing. I'm here for you. I'll take such good care of you~" His lips meet your neck. The accurate precision of his fingers rubbing you caused your hips to move on their own. "Grrrr...s-stop..." You couldn't build enough strength to scream for help. Sanji's lips find their way behind your ear. You bite your lip hard, trying not to let out any noise. "Relax, mon amour, relax~" you couldn't. Sanji was quickly bringing you to your first orgasm. Desperate to stop the assault your figures wrapped around his wrist. Unfortunately, your strength stops there. Only enough to hold it and not enough to push it away. "S-stop... please..." Sanji nibbled your earlobe. "No, you don't want it to end. Not when it feels so good~" You toss your head back as your climax hits. Sanji speeds up the rubbing to get you through it. "Good girl. Let it happen~" You moan and fall limp. Sanji slows his fingers to a soft pace. He could already see sweat forming on your forehead. "You must have needed that more than I thought. Poor thing, cumming so fast from such little attention. You're so cute~" You couldn't look at him. Staring at the wall, you let tears fall. The feeling of his fingers moves from your clit to your entrance. "You're so wet." He moans in your ear, letting his hard-on press against your leg. "How about another one? Mhm?" Your shake, your head meeting his eyes. Sanji responds with a slow nod. "Yes, I think you'd like that~" He wets his middle finger in your folds before taking his time to push it in. "Mhm!", "There you go, good girl. Just relax~" you bit hard on your lip.
His finger was long and warm, acting as if it had been welcomed. Sanji watches your face studying your reaction. The motions of his finger curling upwards made you squeeze your eyes closed. Then he found it. "Agh!" A pleasure noise escapes from you. "There it is~" Sanji whispers to you, increasing the curling motion. You turn your head in an attempt to hide in the pillow. "Don't hide for me, mon amour." You let out a sob. Sanji kisses your neck again while inserting a second finger. Thrusting is added to the curling motion. His knees hurt your legs as you helplessly squirm under him. "Mhmm." You cruse yourself for every noise you make. His thumb presses against your clit. "You're being so rude, honey. Here I am taking care of you and not one thank you." He increased the movement as he grabbed your face with his other hand. Your eyes squeeze shut. "Look at me." He demands. Your sickly body couldn't handle all this pleasure. His grip tightened on your face. "Look. At. Me." He demands again. Pulling your crying eyes open, his face softens back to his caregiver's demeanor. His eyes hold yours as he brings you closer. Your body is shaking mindlessly. "Say 'Thank you, Sanji'." He instructs in a sing-song voice. His strong hand still holding your face in place. "Gahh...." You grunt at his fast movements. "Say 'Thank you, Sanji' and I'll let you cum again." The wet sounds of Sanji roughly fingering you fill the air. "Sanji..." His eyes began to light up. "That it~," He encouraged. "B-Bad man!" Sanji's eyes widen at the words and yank his fingers out of you. The loss of an orgasm makes you cry. Tears fall from Sanji's face. "I am. Not. A bad man. I'm your caregiver. God damn it!" He whispered shouts in your face, trying not to alert any of the crew. "You're just a frail little lady in need of care. I've done nothing but provide and love you." You're inside rawred for release.
Sanji's noise presses against yours while his heartbroken eyes hold yours. "And you hate me for it?!" Delusion constructs his memories of the past few weeks to be harmless acts of love. Shielding himself from the reality of his predatory actions. His vision blurs as tears repeatedly refill. You whine as your gentiles throb. Then, a thought made his face fall soft. "Maybe... maybe your mind really is still in survival mode... yes... that has to be it." Sanji's eyes break from his thoughts to meet your face. "S-sanji~" You couldn't take the edging pain. "Is that it, honey?" Hot tears roll down your cheeks. "Oh honey, that is it. Isn't it? You poor little..." He kisses the corner of your eye. "Sanji... please, it hurts." He briefly smiles. Delusional thoughts rebuild the cracks in his fantasy. "I'm here, mon amour. I'll always take care of you. But I still need you to say it... thank me~" You bite your lip to hold back a sob. "T-" You start but almost cry instead. Sanji's hand had long since left its rough hold to cress your face. "It's okay. Take your time, baby~" He had all night. Unfortunately, you didn't. "Thank... thank you, S-sanji." Swallowing your pride you're able to say it. A floodgate has been opened, and you can't stop sobbing as the words spill out of you. "Thank you, Sanji. Thank you, Sanji." He smiles, watching your mind go. "Good girl. Keep going." He moves to kiss down your nightshirt, then your exposed stomach before stopping at your vulva. "Thank you, Sanji... t-thank you, Sanji." He kisses your clit gently causing your hips to buck aggressively out of desperation. Sanji chuckles and holds your hips down. "Sanji..." You say, looking into his hungry eyes before he dives into your pussy tongue first. "Aghh. Thank you. Thank you~" You mindlessly moan at the feeling. Sanji hums into you. The vibrations fling your head back. "THANK YOU! Thank-" A firm hand covers your mouth. He never lifts off of you to explain you're too loud. He simply keeps thrusting his tongue in and out of you. Your hands gripped his hair roughly to keep him close, scared he'd pull away again.
The hand on your hip moves to hook under your leg to dig his fingernails into your plush thigh. Sanji's eyes roll back shut at your taste. The smell filled his lungs, causing him to become even harder. However, his pleasure was not an object of his tonight. In his mind, all he needed to do was focus on providing for you. "Mmm..." Your mouth when his tongue finds your g spot. Liquids run down Sanji's chin, dripping onto the sheets. Your thighs shake in his grip. The hand covering your mouth moves to stick its fingers in your mouth. Sanji's eyes stare up at you, watching you swallow his fingers. You gag when he presses down on the back of your tongue. Unpleasant with his action to tries to gain enough energy to pull them out but fails. "Ggrhh!" Your gag caused Sanji to moan. He slowly humps the bed before removing his fingers, you cough trying to catch your breath. "I'm gonna need you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Okay? Make noise, and I'll stop." He instructs. You nodded, laying a bony arm over your mouth, and bit down. The newly wet fingers replace his tongue deep inside you while his mouth roughly sucks on your clit. "Mhm!" Your moans are muffled yet still, please, Sanji. His fingers precisely curl into your g spot with speed. The harsh sucking on your clit never let up till it was too much for you. Your eyes roll back as your vision spots. The souls of your feet sting with fire, forcing your toes to curl and your legs to shake. "MHHMHH!!" You screamed into your arm. Sanji helped you ride out your orgasm ending it with kisses to your thumbing abused clit. What little strength you had was gone. Your body lays out in a starfish position, hopeless and powerless. Sanji was lost in love kissing your thighs as he mumbled out praises. "So good~" One of them reached your ears, but the rest were lost in the sound of your heartbeat. Sanji kissed his way up your body. He licks away your tears, letting his body weight lay against you. His boner was apparent. "Look at me, my love~" He whispered, bringing awareness to you that your eyes had closed. Meeting his eyes, you see a look he would give to a playful puppy. "You did so well~" He kisses your lips. "I know I may have startled you, but I was considering your needs weren't being met." His actions were already justified to him. Sanji kisses you knowing you can't respond. "You understand. Right?" Smiling down at you, he moves to kiss your neck. "You're a smart girl. I knew you would~" Sanji's big hand cressed your breast over your shirt. He moaned when he found your nipple and pinched it gently. "I should get you cleaned up, love." He pulls back to look at you. "How does a bath sound?" Your face drains.
Later that night, Sanji carries your clean body back to bed. He found it sweet that you fell asleep in the tube. Also thankful he could have a peaceful moment to himself to run his hands over you to feel and memorize your skin. "Here you go, mon amour~" Sanji lifts the sheets over your shoulders to tuck you in. Before he finds his way to his makeshift hammock not far from you. It was long before he cuddle up against his blanket with his hand on his cock. Sanjis, all blue eyes stare lustfully at you while his fist pumps fast. The images of the night play through his head making his cock throb. "F-fuck~," He grunts. The recent memories make his eyes close. "G-good girl~" He whispered. "My good little girl~"
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ᘎᘏ jealous? yeah, I am・ gojo satoru ─── f!reader . jealous toru . approx 1.4k+
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ᘎᘏ cw . n/sfw, jealousy, hair pulling, cunniligus, so much dirty talk, light bondage, edging, degradation, mean mean mean!satoru :(, brat!reader, pussy slapping, he spits like once in your mouth, FERAL toru, mentions of toji being divorced etc . mdni
ᘎᘏ a/n . so sorry to that anon who requested this 😭 it took me a while to finish this and the ending was pretty rushed, but I hope u still manage to enjoy </3 not proofread so apologies in advance if there's any errors!
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Satoru stared intently at you from across the bar, drink long forgotten as his jaw clenches at the sight of you giggling with Toji fucking Fushiguro of all people. The way you complimented his impressive build, ran your hands up and down his arms and fuck, the way you practically pushed your tits against him— all of it made his right eye twitch with annoyance. What the hell were you thinking?
Unfortunately for you, it wasn't long before satoru finally decides that he had enough of your bullshit— strutting over to the both of you before grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you close to him, ignoring the gasp and yelp you let out. He stood tall, towering over you and the scarred man, who only smirked sleazily in response. "Woah there, boy. ya gotta be more gentle with your lady there," he grinned deviously, making your boyfriend glower down at him, blue eyes glowing dangerously in the dim light of the bar before basically dragging you through the packed crowd and out the building. Even going as far as childishly mocking the raven haired man on the way, "woah there, boy, you gotta be careful with your lady blah blah blah," he rolled his eyes before sticking his tongue out towards the man, who had his back turned to the both of you. "Hah, fuckin' muscle brained gorilla— talkin' like his wife didn't divorce his ass," Satoru scoffed, the veins on his forehead almost popping out.
"Toru! You shouldn't call him tha—" you were quickly shut up when his eyes finally met yours, he looked borderline crazed— blue eyes that were once clear as the sky, now had turned into a much darker shade dangerous gaze screaming at you to shut the fuck up.
And you did, not wanting to anger him even further. But you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together in need— a smug smile almost tugging at your glossy lips, holy fuck that actually worked.
The ride home was eerily silent, the only noise being the loud thumping of your heart as you glanced at Satoru's side view occasionally— fuck, he looked so sexy. Jaw muscles clenched tightly, veins bulging against his skin, eyes narrowed and holding a dangerous glint of jealousy in them— fixated on the road ahead.
You gasped when Satoru slid a hand over to your side, large hand splaying on your thigh before gripping onto it tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He only ignored the whine that escaped your lips, now driving with one hand as he he sped through the empty streets.
You two eventually arrived back home— shit, your feet were absolutely killing you. You were busy taking off your high heels when you heard the front door slam closed, a shadow engulfing you from behind— Satoru.
"Toru wha—" "On your knees. Right now." You didn't get to finish your sentence before getting cut off by your boyfriend, his usually silky voice now gruff and an octave lower— fuck, it made you scared for what's to come but excited at the same time.
It wouldn't hurt if you pushed him a little bit further, would it?
"What? And why would I do that?" You turned around to face him, hands on your hips as you boldly eyed him up and down.
"Oh, sweetheart you know exaaactly why you should listen to me right now. I fucking promise you, you don't wanna make this worse on yourself." He spoke slowly in a low tone, as if he was scolding a child right now.
You had the sheer audacity to roll your eyes at him with a grin, "oh yeah? Then do your worst, Sa-to-ru."
That was it. You had sealed your fate— he was going to fucking break you and won't stop until he's satisfied.
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"Ouh— fuuck, 'Toru—!" You threw your head back onto the pillows, legs pushed back and knees against your chest as Satoru was nose deep in your cunt— eating you out like your pussy was his last meal on earth. He had you tied to the bedpost, completely unable to touch him and render you useless.
A calloused palm harshly smacked against your ass— making you yelp and flail against the restraints. Your back arched off the bed every time Satoru hit that one spot inside of your gooey walls, pointy nose bumping against your clit as he swiped his tongue over your hole. Thumbs spreading apart your lips for him as he spit on your cunt before slurping it back up— he was fucking nasty with it.
Your eyes widened as a wail left your lips when Satoru bit on your clit softly before slipping his tongue inside of you— looking up at you with those blues as you felt your eyes rolling back slightly. He clicked his tongue, pulling away right as you were about to cum all over his face— you'd be stupid to think he would give you the satisfaction of cumming yet. No, he wanted you to suffer.
You whined and tried to kick your legs, but your attempt was fruitless as Satoru was much, much stronger than you— firmly holding the back of your thighs as he tsked, rolling his eyes at your desperation. "Should've just gagged you, huh? Shut that smart lil' mouth of yours, ain't that right?" He scoffed, before cracking a hand down to your cunt— smacking your pussy. "Fu—ck! 'yer s'mean! Too— ugh— mean!" You sobbed, mascara running down and leaving streaks of makeup on your pretty face— lipstick smudged and the sight did nothing but made Satoru's cock twitch in his pants.
He laughed cruelly, running a hand through his snowy locks before grinning— it wasn't a genuine grin, nor was it friendly. Something about it was...crazed, sinister if you will.
"Awww, am I being too mean for my 'pwetty lil' pwincess?" He mocked your pout, thumb rubbing small circles on your swollen clit before smacking it harder, "then you should've thought about that before whoring yourself out to that fuckin' deadbeat, huh?" He growled out, every word punctuated by a swift but harsh slap to your pussy, making you jolt and cry out with each hit.
"Yeahhh? You say you wan' me to stop but— hah, look at this soaked fuckin' pussy, hm?" He showed you his fingers, your slick dripping down them and sticking to each digit like little webs. The sight only made your clench your thighs in humiliation, and he noticed. "Yeah, yer' such a fucking whore, huh? You wanted this didn't you?" He growled, yanking you by the hair with his clean hand before slipping his slick soaked fingers into your mouth and shoving them as deep as possible. "Mmph—!" You thrashed around, choking and gagging on his long fingers as a fresh wave of tears gathered in your lash line.
"Wanted me to fuck you up, yeah? Wanted me to fuck this slutty cunt up? Yeahhh, baby take it— god, you look so good choking 'round my fingers, don't you?"
His words were nasty, his own cock starting to drip and ache in his boxers and eventually he got too impatient to torment you any longer.
He eventually pulled his fingers out of your mouth, letting go of your hair before parting your legs and spitting directly into your mouth— a fat glob of spit landing directly on your tongue and you swore you could feel your cunt gushing out even more, if it was possible.
You felt him untying you from the bedpost, finally letting your hands free. God, the marks felt like they were burned into your skin— clearly he wasn't thinking straight when he tied you, but that was fine— it was the last thing on your mind, really. "On your hands and knees, slut." You obeyed the order almost immediately, turning around to face the bedpost before sticking your ass out to Satoru', who only watched you with scrutinizing eyes.
"Oh yeahh— yer' fuckin' soaked, huh? Pretty pussy so wet f'me?" He groaned, lining his pulsating cock with your entrance before letting out a "tsk" and shoving your head into the pillow beneath— before slamming into you without any warning.
Your eyes widened, a gurgled moan leaving your messy lips from the sheer stretch of his cock— you had him plenty times before but each time feels like the first time. "Fuuu—ck!! S'biigg—!" You squealed, feeling Satoru's cock drag through your velvety walls, pulling away until only the tip remained inside— before slamming his way back into you.
"Oh yeah? 'Toru's cock too big for this— ah!— tiny f-fuckin' pussy?" He moaned, fingers entangling themselves back into your hair before pulling you up by it— breath hot against your ear as his cock bullied your cervix— "Too. Fuckin'. Bad." Every word was punctuated by a brutal thrust of his hips against your ass— the his other hand reaching blindly to swipe and lightly slap your clit— " 'Cause I'mma pound my pussy til' I'm done and you won't cum til' I say so."
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fir3ylolol · 5 months
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cure for insomnia
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pairing: Movie!Mike Schmidt x Reader
summary: mike comes home after a particularly hard night, completely exhausted. you know a way to help him sleep...
tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, eating out, cunniligus, sloppy making out, lazy-ish sex, dom/sub, sub!mike, dom!reader, praise, begging, afab reader, gn reader, he is actually so pathetic im losing my mind
a/n: hehehehe i love men who are kinda desperate. pls enjoy my first non-mk fic. not rly a fan of the creator, but i've got a lot of love for the franchise
word count: 1.21 k
Ao3
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You awaken to hear the door opening then closing softly, and you turn over, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You notice your alarm clock, loud red numbers reading ‘6:30’. You sit up slightly, stretching and yawning, as you hear the shuffling of someone removing their shoes. And there is that someone, Michael pushing through the door and landing face down on the bed. You pat his head gently, whispering to not disturb him, “Bad night?’ You hear him mumble into the blankets, “Awful.” He rolls over, starting to remove his shirt and taking a deep breath before speaking again. “Everything went wrong. Remember how Abby kept complaining that I wasn’t bringing her? I didn’t have enough time to get ready, which meant I forgot my sleeping pills. So I’m exhausted now.” You twist your mouth to the side, looking at him sympathetically. “I’m sorry dear, c’mere.” You pat the bed next to you, and he drags himself over, quite slowly.
He shuffles under the sheets with you, pulling you close. You giggle at him, face buried in your chest with content hums. But you wrap your arms around his head, one hand playing with his hair and the other gently scratching his back. He’s a complete sucker for your touch, visibly melting into the bed further. You can feel his hands slowly drifting around your back, tracing nonsense shapes. Until you feel his hands travel lower, even slower than before. You look down at him, wondering how someone so tired still has enough energy to do this. But his hands reach your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh under his fingers. He groans out, and you feel his mouth open to press kisses into your clothed sternum. “Hey, what happened to ‘exhausted’, huh?’” You question down at him jokingly. Without moving his face, he speaks into your chest again, “I’m never too tired for you. Besides, I know Abby had a field trip today so she’s already gone.”
“Wow, you’re so prepared,” you tease gently, but the hand in his hair drifts lower, tangling at the nape of his neck. You gently pull, tilting his head back, which he does with a soft whine. “Want some help falling asleep? Hm?” He nods against your hold, eyes rolled back slightly. But you can feel his hands leave your ass and travel between your legs. “Can I…taste you first? Please?” He asks quietly, voice needy and desperate. Your eyelids flutter slightly, and the air in the room feels thicker. But who are you to turn down such a polite request? You nod, kissing him on the forehead gently. Before you know it, his face is between your thighs, staring up at you with sleepy eyes. He kisses against the underwear covering you, causing you to squirm at the feeling. Slowly, he removes them, losing himself momentarily as he stares in awe at you. “God…you’re stunning,” he breathes out, before diving in. Normally, he’s gentle, making sure you feel good at your pace. But this is not normally. Michael wastes no time in diving in, lips pressed against your clit and rolling it under his tongue. One hand props your thighs open and the other joins his mouth in making a mess of you, a finger curling inside you at a desperate pace. You jolt at the sudden feeling, and your hand resumes its place at his neck. He leans into the feeling, slowing down, but not stopping fully. “Is this for me, or you?” You say, trying to remain composed. Mumbling against you, he manages to say, “Myoum,” vibrations cause you to shiver. “Then go at my pace, yeah?” He nods and leans back in, the same movements but slower.
Now he’s actually working to draw you closer, sloppy movements that chase after your release. He’s laid out on his stomach, hips rolling in short, stuttering movements as he tries his hardest to feel good too. And your grip on his hair has tightened, half-fucking yourself against his face as your eyes are screwed up in pleasure and moans pour from your lips. He’s whimpering against you, looking up at you with eyes full of sleepy lust. You have no fear of holding back, curses of pleasure as you get close. You clamp down, trapping his face between your legs as you cum, shaking slightly at the intensity. You can hear his muffled moans, tongue lapping against you. You finally come down, releasing your grip on him with a sigh. He moves to your side and kisses you, the bottom half of his face soaked. You accept, messy and passionate lips crashing against each other as you wrap your arms around his back.
You let go and push against his shoulder, which he easily does, lying down on his back.  You help pull his pants and boxers off fully, cock finally free and weeping. Climbing on top of him, legs on either side of his hips, you kiss him again. His hands cling to your hips desperately as he tries to find release again, length pressing against your thigh. One of your hands travels down slowly, tracing against his chest, causing him to shiver. You grab him lightly, leaning closer to him and whispering in his ear, “Want me to take care of you, baby?” He nods desperately, whining through his nose. You rub the tip against you, as he jolts beneath you. 
As you ease yourself down, his grasp on your hips tightens, loud and heady moans pour out of his mouth. You waste no time, sharp rolls of your hips as you sit up. You watch how easily he comes undone completely, light whines and moans as he twists under you. He can barely control himself, exhaustion heightening his sensitivity. But you don’t ease up, continuing to use him as his face contorts in pleasure. You lean forward again, bouncing and squeezing him, chest pressed against him. You can feel the speed his heart is going, fast as a racehorse, with heavy breaths to match. He’s losing it now, seeing stars, only able to let out almost silent whimpers as his grip on you starts to slip. You press gentle kisses against his cheek and decide to be unfair, whispering to him, “Come on, cum for me love. You’ve been so good for me. You deserve it.” That does it, head pressed back into the mattress as he cums, hands shaking and legs kicking lightly. You’ve done it, you’ve destroyed him with just your body, as he babbles and whines incoherently. You stay on him as he comes down, watching as his movements still and his sounds grow quieter. As you climb off, he lets out a light whine but resumes his soft breathing once again. You lay next to him, smoothing down his hair and kissing his cheek. You go to speak but notice that he’s out cold, nearly snoring. You can’t help but giggle quietly to yourself, before wrapping around him gently. You don’t have anything to do today, and even if you did, you would stay here all day if he asked you to. As you enjoy the morning air, you hear him mumbling to himself, “I’m sore now.”
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neuvistar · 24 days
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maryse girlie h..how do you think…biker!blade fucks you…
been thinkin’ abt this HARD 4 days nonstop god bless u anon
biker!blade x fem!reader. cw. blowie, cunniligus, use of nicknames, riding, v4ginal fingering, blade referred as “yingxing” twice(?), mentions of smoking n cigarettes. minors dni. (biker blade is my dream ride)
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BIKER!BLADE who is willing to fuck you anyway you want him to! you want him to eat you out? his tongue is already lapping at your warmth! you want him to fuck you from behind? he’s already ramming into you from behind tugging at your hair, you went him to finger you? his fingers are already teasing at your clit. it’s best to say that blade is willing to fuck you anytime any-day and any hour, as long as he’s in the mood for it!
BIKER!BLADE who would have you ride him on his lap while you both sat on his newest motorcycle he recently bought, hands squeezing at the fat of your ass.. that stupid coy smirk on his face. “this was your idea. why are you crying, pretty girl? can’t take big dick anymore? thought i stretched out this pussy enough.” god, he’s so annoying sometimes. you could tell he enjoyed taunting you, jerking his hips forward to thrust himself inside your overstimulated cunt, small tears streaming down your face with pure ecstasy you couldn’t explain, not even to the stars. “mm.. so how do you like this new motorcycle?” you wanted to open your mouth to speak, your words immediately got caught in your throat as a whine left instead when he began to pound your pretty pussy, his large hand gently placed on the back of your head.. that stupid smirk on his face. “well? do you like it?” “.. i— fuck.. i do!” “louder, angel. let me hear you.”
BIKER!BLADE would smoke often, it’s like every time you see him.. you always see him puffing up a cigarette. it’s hot to say the least, especially when you suck him off. he took a puff from his cigarette, the entire room smelled like complete bounce that ass a deep woody aroma, a scent that drove you crazy from how strong it was.. but you didn’t care much. blade gazed down on you from above, his cock throbbing in your mouth. cockhead hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. his hands gripped your hair tighter, pulling your head harder against his crotch, putting that damned cigarette near his lips again as he took another puff. your tongue swirled around his member desperately, feeling the veins of his cock brush against your wet muscle. “that’s it, keep going. keep sucking my cock until i’m done with this cigarette.” blade slowly leaned closer, bringing his voice down to a whisper. “.. it’s gonna take awhile. don’t take those eyes off of me, keep that pretty mouth on my cock.”
BIKER!BLADE is willing to try new things with you, especially if it meant fingering you beneath the moonlight at an empty parking lot. his fingers are good, you can’t deny that. he’s obsessed with fingering you, he loves how slick your pussy can get from his fingers alone, hips jerking forward to let you feel how hard he gets, a low yet deep chuckle rumbling from his throat. “what? you can’t take it? remember what i told you, baby.. big girls can take this. your pussy should be used to my fingers by now, c’mon.. show me that you’re a big girl.” curling his fingers within your pussy sent you in absolute shambles, the way he curled them could be enough for you to release all over his digits. the tip of his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. “nngh.. yingxing p-please..” you begged, your body aching for more. “don’t worry, angel.. i won’t stop until you’re screaming my name.” he increased the pace of his fingers, switching between rubbing your cunt and thrusting his fingers inside, his chin on your shoulder as he held you firmly against him.. his hair brushing against your skin.
BIKER!BLADE who would set you down on his motorcycle and eat you out, keeping a soft and firm grip on your hips so you don’t fall! to be honest, i’m sure you’d be afraid of tipping over because of how good he was getting in there. blade couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you, your body.. your skin glistening with sweat and desire. his tongue, the instrument of your delight continued its dance, each flick and lick drawing moans from your lips. be could feel your body tremble, each shudder making him harder, wanting to tease you further. “such a sweet girl you are, huh? letting me eat your pussy while your juices drip right on my motorcycle.” a low chuckle left his throat as he gazed at you, your eyes closed, your face a picture of ecstasy. “y—yingxing.. ‘m gonna fall..” you murmured softly, your body arched like a silent plea for more, and he couldn't resist. he plunged his tongue deep inside you, savoring the taste of your arousal. “oh you’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. just sit there and look pretty for me.”
BIKER!BLADE who would have such good stamina. not only does he have stamina on the roads, he has stamina in the sheets too. “ugh.. fuck this pussy’s good, angel. can’t get enough of it.” his erection was hard and ready, your eyes locking onto him with a hunger that matched his own. blade positioned himself between your legs, his gaze never leaving yours. “again?” you asked, your voice breathy and soft. that same cocky grin that belied his nerves. "always for you, angel. this dick is yours, so take it.”
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honeykaes · 9 months
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look at me, look at me, you lookin'?
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bedroom eyes hc’s feat. kaveh, kazuha,  itto, scaramouche
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, cunniligus (kaveh), tongue fucking (kaveh), fingering (kazuha), masturbation (kazuha), riding (itto), piercing (itto), implied size kink (itto), impact play (itto), creampie (itto), slight degradgtion (scara), pussyjob (scara), thighjob (scara), unedited.
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Kaveh loved to see you in the zone working, seemingly drowning out the world around you to focus. He can’t help leaning against the doorframe to your office, arms crossed and admiring you from afar.
Do you know you bite your lip when your focused? Kaveh does. He sees your bottom lip being slightly gnawed on by your teeth. Did you realize you part your lips to bite down on the end of a pen you were writing notes on to use both hands to find whatever page you needed. 
His innocent admiration soon darkened, noticing the smudge of your chapstick or lip gloss smeared across the writing utensil seemingly mocking him in the glint of the light—cock beginning to stir in his pants. As you sigh and turn around, jolting momentarily as his undetected presence startled you, you noticed that more serious glint in his usually bright and friendly scarlet eyes.
“Eshgham…! You’ve been working so long and ignoring me. I think a proper break is in order,” he mused, walking towards you.
He twirled your swivel chair so it was facing in front of him, dropping down to his knees as his large sun-kissed hands rested on your thighs and gave it a squeeze. His hands reached up, hooking themselves under the waistband of your pants and snapping the button undone before tugging your pants down until they pooled at your ankles.
His hands found themselves on your knees pushing them outwards to spread your legs to reveal your clothed cunt. A grin fell to his face— flashing you a pretty smile—he pressed his face into your clothed entrance, letting a lovesick sigh out in delight before placing a kiss on the slit. The band of your underwear soon joined your pants at your feet.
Kaveh thumbs pushed on your soft, puffy folds spreading them to see your pulsating entrance. His lips connected with your clit, sucking on the nub as he felt your hands begin to travel and weave itself through his soft hair. He pressed his face furthered in your crotch, lapping out the slick beginning to drool out of you and slurping it as loud as he could with his own soft moans.
He could feel your legs shivering and hips grinding on his face as your pitch began to rise. He slightly shifted his face down, nudging his nose towards your greedy clit as his tongue dipped out and sank into your entrance. His tongue thrust and swirled itself around your walls before he felt your walls beginning to spasm as you finally reached your high.
 Kaveh leaned up,, lovesick grin and darkened eyes still on his expression, as he lapped his bottom lip that still glistened in your arousal.
“Oh, what you do to me…”
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Kazuha never imagined traveling with you across the various lands of Teyvat would never be a con. Sure, there was danger he worried you two would find yourself  and forging for the land when the two of you had reached civilization for days—but those things he was used to by himself. What he wasn’t used to is your earthly form having such an effect on him. 
Autumn-tinted eyes wandered across your body seeing parts of your clothes tattered and ripped giving him glimpses of your subtle skin underneath. It was an accident as you decided to walk through foliage, not noticing the branches of the bushed pulling and tearing parts of your attire. As Kazuha felt his bulge pressed against his pants, he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a soft moan, eye furrowed at his disappointment of lust beginning to cloud his head.
You turned around surprised at the noise, noticing Kazuha’s usually pale cheeks tinted rosy hue, and his eyes shifted away from you. You asked if he was alright only for his eyes to shift towards you once more-half-lidded and an unusual frown pulling on his lips.
“...Let’s stop here for now. Since it’s sunset, we should probably rest and set up for the night. There’s a stream here we can fish at for dinner and breakfast too,” he murmured. 
Setting up camp, all Kazuha could think about is you under him. He wanted to see your nude form writhing in pleasure with his name on your lips—skin highlighted in the golden rays of dusk. It’s as if he could feel your walls saving down on his fingers, plunging themselves deeper as you cling tighter to him. His lips would nibble along your neck, cooing and whispering deep in your ear how ethereal you were to him, finally seeing you go over the edge, moans drowned out by Kazuha’s lips on your own.
Kazuha silently cursed to himself getting up from the tent and excusing himself before he headed towards the cool waterfall a small distance away. Stripping the layers of clothing, his cock sprung up, slapping against his abdomen, twitching and desperate for touch. He gripped his length in a firm grasp tugging his cock as moans soon dripped from his lips. 
His hips began to desperately meet his pace of his jerking, throwing his head back in pleasure before sucking a breath in to not be too loud. Your name escaped him as he finally came, ropes of cum shooting out and marking the ground in shame.
His chest heaved, letting out a soft sigh and moving up once he finally recovered from his high, letting the cool water ease his body and closing his eyes.
Kazuha wonders just what you would think if you knew how desperate he was for you.
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Itto loved wrestling with you. It was so cute; that determined expression on your face to finally get the oni to submit to you in strength. Although it was tempting to see you flash your victorious smile as opposed to your frustrated pout when you lost, his pride would never allow himself to let you win. He was a bit childish, but at least he’d accept any challenge you threw at him.
So here the two of you were, in bed, hands locked with one another with that desperate glint in your eyes to claim your victory. As you were on top of him, he could see your will beginning to crumble as he let out a boisterous laugh, only to roll your eyes. It seemed that action lit a match from under you as you soon put your full weight on Itto’s crotch surprising the oni. 
In a shocked grasp, Itto’s face flushed red feeling you rock your hips still focused on wrestling. His grip on you lightened as you began to grin, pressing yourself further before you heard Itto let out a deep  moan. You could feel something hard beginning to develop, grazing your clothed crotch. He let his hand go, drifting them to the globes of your ass giving the plush flesh a tight squeeze.
“I give up! I give up! You win!” he stammered out, clicking his tongue and narrowing his eyes. “Man…you play dirty!”
What would’ve been an innocent night, turned sinful very quickly after tha with his cock pointed high and lined up against your entrance on top of him. You slowly sank down, seething at the full pain rippling through you despite the copious amounts of lube slathered on your cunt and Itto’s cock.
As he finally bottomed out, you could barely moan out before having his length begin to drill itself inside of you. Your body jiggled from the power of his thrust with Itto groaning out and clenching his jaw tight. You let your upper body lay across his large chest feeling his hand squeeze tighter on your ass as he pounded inside of you.
You could feel his cool Prince Albert’s grazing the honeypot inside of you as you quickly found yourself becoming undone just with his purely length, girth and fervor of his thrusts. As Itto’s hips stifled, thicks globs of his cum shot deep inside your cunt, already beginning to dribble out with Itto’s cock still inside of you.
With a sigh, Itto finally slid out, giving your ass a large smack, before flashing you a confident smirk—a river of his cum slowly spilling out of you.
“I’ll let you win  wrestling anytime you want if I get to have you like this afterward,” he chuckled.
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You and Scaramouche had a small habit of arguing. Not all your arguments were heated and passionate. Somewhere small and mundane. Others were joined with smiles and teasing eyerolls. He never liked when you two fought for real.
He also loved seeing you particularly riled up when it came to bedroom activities. He loved seeing the frustrated glint in your eye as he demanded you do something, eager and upset your climax was delayed. It makes it feel in control and the face you give him? It’s like a drug that always seemed to darked his expression.
You grunted as Scaramouche had you pin to a wall, lips tracing themselves along your collarbone admiring the marks he just made. Your underwear was already down to your knees along with his pants. You pound your fist on the wall, trying to look behind your shoulders and glare at him.
“Kuni, stop playing games! Please! I’m pent up, I’m wet. And I only got 30 minutes before I leave for work!” you grunted. Scaramouche rolled his eyes pitching your clit with his fingers hearing you yelp in response.
“Like I give a fuck…just for that, you can wait until you get home to get your fill then; how about that?” Scaramouche murmured, nipping at your neck. Just before your sharp tongue sliced out another insult at him, his fingers plunged themselves into your mouth, gagging you, feeling your vibrations of whatever you were trying to say.
He pressed your soft thighs together, sinking his cock between them and the puffy folds of your pussy trying to resist the urge to moan as he dug his teeth in his bottom lip.
He rutted himself between your thighs, coating his cock with the slick beginning to drool out of you. He rested his head against the back of your shoulder, increasing his pace, as he felt you squeeze your thighs even tighter with his cock sandwich between. 
Sucking in a tight breath, Scaramouche split himself across your thighs, entrance and the wall—hips stuttering as he let out a whine. 
With his heaving chest, he hummed admiring the mess he just made before slapping your aching clit and walking off. He could see you shifting yourself trying to ease the throbbing and desperate attention you wanted for your clit. At least he had something to look forward to later.
“Have fun being pent-up at your shitty job!~” he teased.
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simpingfor-wakasa · 6 months
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Lady Boner Gone!
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Call of Duty teammates x chubby!black reader
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧Characters: Valeria Gazara, Konig, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Soap, Keegan, and Price 
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚Synopsis: Finally having a break from missions. You and Your teammates thought going to a Halloween party would be a good idea. It was all good until they saw you not having a good time. Leaving back to base they thought having their little party with you instead would fix your little mood. Wouldn’t want your pretty little costume going to waste. 🫣
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚Warning: mentions of drinking, pet names (Bonita, princess, mama, pumpkin, & crybaby), manhandling, !gangbang!, hair pulling, Spanking, Dacryphilia, teasing, blowjobs, threesome, double penetration, spit play, face fucking, cowgirl, full Nelson, back shots, overstimulation, squirting, face sitting, praise, a little dirty talk, Alejandro has a breeding kink with breeder balls ☝🏾, choking, cum eating, cunniligus, belly bulge, can’t believe I’m writing this…..vouyerism. 
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚WC: 6.3K
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If you were to listen closely over the booming music in the house you can hear a door slamming close. As well as stomping down the stairs and revealing a woman in blue cowgirl attire. You wore an identical look as Beyoncé when she was in Atlanta for her Renaissance Tour. You loved her look and were able to have a friend of yours make you a copy.
You had a calm look on your face but anyone can tell from your energy alone that you were pissed. Weaving through the bodies of drunken people. You made your way to the bathroom.
Several pairs of eyes were watching you move across the room. Their eyes stayed trained on your figure when you disappeared into the hall.
“M’kay I guess that it was small,” Keegan chuckled as he downed his drink slamming it on the surface of the table. Simon rolled his eyes, in his head he was glad you didn’t sleep with that man. But on the other hand, he feels bad that you didn’t get laid. You were the one to convince them all to have some fun and now you're the only one who wasn’t.
“Maybe he didn’t know how to tongue her down right, most men don’t,” Soap said, staring at his drink. It wouldn’t be a surprise. 
With a sigh, Valeria got up and made her way towards the same hallway you disappeared down. At the end of the hallway, she knocked on the door. “Bonita?” She called as she pressed her head against the door. Trying to listen to any motion on the opposite side of the door.
It was quiet. She knocked again before reaching for the doorknob. She slowly opened the door hearing it creak open. You were facing the wall shifting uncomfortably as you were adjusting your costume.
“Bonita?” She called again watching you as she fully closed the door, walking over and placing a hand on your shoulder. You jumped not noticing her presence as you turned around. “Hey you okay” she questioned, you nodded. “I’m fine, loser pissed me off. I didn’t have time to properly put my clothes back on because I didn’t want to be in the same room as him.” You pouted as a look of disgust appeared, “Now I’m a bit uncomfortable can you help me”. 
“Sure turn around” Doing as told, she slowly peeled your costume off your body. You slipped your gloves off, as she carefully pulled the material down your shoulders. Your inner breast was already exposed but she didn’t want to see anything you didn’t consent to see. 
Feeling the fabric roll down your skin you took over and pushed it down to your hips. Bending forward to step out of your boots. Your ass was right against Valeria’s crotch. Who let out a small gasp feeling you pressed up against her. It reminded her of two hours ago when you both were dancing. Moving your hips against one another. Up until that guy managed to grab your attention leading you up the stairs.
Taking in a shaky breath, Valeria cleared her throat before asking the million-dollar question. “So uh ... .what happened up there you seemed pretty pissed” a scoff was heard, “you guys heard that” you whined finally getting your boots off and setting them to the side.
Standing up straight you readjusted your stockings. Going in front of the bathroom mirror. To check yourself out. “The foreplay was..eh? And then when he whipped his dick out and I knew immediately I had to get out of there. But I couldn't because he was just humping me.” Your famous disgusted expression was now present on your face again. “He reeked of alcohol, so I guess while he was jumping me he must’ve thought he was doing something but he wasn’t.” You rolled your one piece back on. 
“He was huffing all in my ear- I was ick’d out. And the worst part is that when he thought I ‘finished’ he rolled over and called his mom” You turned to Valeria who looked at you as if you were bullshittin'. “What, I'm serious? That's what happened!” You shouted pulling your gloves back on. “Why does this stuff only happen to you?” Valeria sighed chuckling at your misfortune.
“I don’t know, but I wanna go home. I can spend the rest of the break back at the base.” You huffed in defeat putting your boots back on and fixing your hat. Before leaving the bathroom. 
Walking down the hallway you caught a few longing stares but none made a move when they saw Valeria coming out of the bathroom right behind you.
She sighed, following as you made your way to the rest of the crew. Keegan noticed you two first, a grin overtaking his features. “Well looks like our ladies are back, you two done fingering each other” he teased, and you side-eyed him before sitting down on one of the cushion seats. Away from the rest. Deciding to occupy yourself on your phone until everyone else was ready to go.
Keegan huffed, you two would usually insult one another back and forth. Hell, that’s how you two bonded, he wasn’t used to you ignoring him. Yea, you may have had your fair share of days where you were done with him. But you would still make snarky comments here and there.
“Aye, what’s wrong with you princess? Little fucker didn’t know how to fuck your right?” Alejandro asked, taking his pointing finger and sweeping it under your chin playfully. You slapped his hand away and turned around so you were facing the other direction of the loveseat. Alejandro raised an eyebrow. He expected you to be the only one having fun tonight. Hell, you were the one to pick out their costumes. And you were having fun taking belly shots off of other girls earlier.
(Don’t ask me what costumes use your imagination, cuz I didn’t mention anything in the smut, I was on a time limit)
It seemed the fucker drained all the fun out of you and now you just want to crawl back into your little shell. 
Alejandro glanced over to Valeria who only sighed, “Maybe we should head back to base and chill for the rest of the night.” She suggested. If you weren’t going to party, why still keep you in that space?
You hummed getting up out of the seat and heading towards the exit. Leaving the rest of them behind.
König patted his thigh, “So what was that all about”. Valeria sighed once again and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can’t you use your context clues and see that she planned on having fun tonight. Guess you can say one of her plans went sideways and now her night is ruined” Soap said coming back to the table from the kitchen. Holding a tray filled with shots of tequila and Hennessy. 
It was quiet at the table a bit. They saw how excited you were to finally go out tonight. With a lifestyle like this, having a personal life is kinda…risky. 
Simon grabbed one of the shot glasses down the drink before leaving out the same exit as you. He was gonna make sure you were gonna have a good time tonight. He knew your expectations from the way you were talking his ear off of all the possibilities.
One by one they all left through the exit of the party.
Walking out you made your way to the car. Weaving through all the other parked ones you came across a familiar black SUV. Leaning against the driver's door was your Captain, Price. Smoking a cigar, puffs of smoke surrounded him. He noticed you through his peripheral vision. He had a smile on his face upon seeing your arrival but was a tad bit contrived on why you guys were leaving early.
His facial features hardened when he noticed the look on your face. 
You grabbed one of the car handles to the back seat. “Can you unlock the car?” You requested, your voice soft. Price nodded the driver's door was already unlocked cuz the car was on but not the other doors. Opening the driver's door he unlocked the rest giving you access to the vehicle.
If you were here it wasn’t long before the rest of the gang started trailing out.
Before Price even got a chance to question your behavior you slammed the door shut. He couldn’t see through the tinted windows but he guesses that you’re on your phone. 
And you were the screen illuminating onto your face. All you wanted to do was take a bubble bath and collapse in bed. 
Oh how wrong you were. Your plans for tonight were only gonna go off schedule again.
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The car ride was silent if you exclude Price and Keegan slapping each other's arms in the front seat, fighting over the radio. Simon and König weren’t in the car. They were riding their motorcycles. They could’ve gotten in the trunk and left their bikes. Having someone get them tmw in case they were too intoxicated to drive. But the night ended a bit early
You were still on your phone. Sighing through our noses as you swiped through your social media feed. Rubbing your eyes to wipe away the tiredness. Trying to stop a yawn from leaving you. 
You were squished in between Alejandro and Soap. But you were sitting on Valeria’s lap. She had her chin on your shoulder watching whatever you were doing.  And her arms wrapped around your waist in a tight grip.
You heard an engine roaring and looked out the window to your right to see König waving at you. A small smile appears on your glossed lips. As you waved back. You hear a louder engine and turn your head in the opposite direction to see Simon. 
You blinked, hesitantly waving back. And that’s kinda how the rest of the car ride was. König and Simon were trying to see who could hold your attention the longest. And you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t cheer you up just a little bit. While Price and Keegan argued over the music.
Parking you got out on Soaps side. Taking his hand as he helped you down. Your feet didn’t hurt as much as they would if you wore heels. But your feet were still exhausted.
Walking into the base you made a bee-line for your room, wanting to relax in the bath as soon as possible. 
Everyone else piled into the lounging area. The silence was nerve-racking until Soap broke it with a huge sigh. “Well, that’ll be a night to remember” a hint of sarcasm evident in his voice.
Rolling his eyes Keegan looked at him, “What do you suggest we do to cheer her up?”. Price looked up and he never got a chance to know what had you all pouty. “Wait what happened?” They began to explain why you weren’t as cheerful as you were when they left.
“Well that’s a quick fix,” he said relighting his cigar, “dick her done. I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if that wasn’t on her mind.” Valeria tilted her head to the side and raised both her brows to show she didn’t necessarily disagree with the captain. I mean with all the stressful back-to-back missions, who wouldn't wanna get laid? 
“There you all can get started with her I have something to take care of” Price walked out of the room to his office, the door opening before shutting. Leaving the comrades to themselves.
“Well, who's gonna go get her?” Alejandro asked, breaking the silence. 
You wrapped yourself in a towel leaving the bathroom. You did a sheet mask on your skin as well as exfoliated. To say you were in a great mood would be an understatement. You were glowing and your skin was baby-smooth. You had just finished your after-shower routine when you felt something missing. Your ice roller!
You placed it in the freezer, not knowing how drunk you’ll be tonight. And how bad the hangover will be in the morning. Well, that wasn’t happening. You rewrapped the towel around your body before leaving your room for the kitchen. Opening your door you saw Keegan in front of your door it looked as if he was gonna knock. “Oh hi,” you greeted, unsure of what he might need. 
“Hey, we felt bad about tonight and wanted to make it up to you” You looked at him confused, “What are you talking about? What happened tonight wasn’t your fault” You were confused you guys had a great time for the most part. 
Keegan made you follow him straight to the lounge area. He didn’t let you put any clothes on nor to get your face roller.
As if the towel didn’t exist you were still covering yourself up with your hands. Walking to the lounge area all eyes were on you. And you didn’t know if you were shaking because you were a tad bit scared or because of how cold it was.
“C-Can you turn the heat on?” you asked Alejandro who was the closest to the thermostat. He did as you said. 
Feeling all eyes on you was something you’ve grown incredibly used to. Especially when you joined this line of work. “What is it?” You asked wanting to get this done and over with. Soap patted a seat next to him on the couch. “Come sit with us we want to apologize, we can’t do it if you're up against the wall trembling.” He teased me. 
They know maybe letting you put clothes on would be a better idea but hey easy access. 
“No I’m good just make it quick” you reassured, you felt hands snake around your waist and lips press chaste kisses against your neck. You stiffened feeling shivers creep through your skin. 
“C’mon, we’ll make it quick, promise Bonita” Valeria promised coming out of nowhere. 
Sitting down you bounced your leg, “relax” you heard Soap say slowly rubbing his hand against your thigh. He leaned impossibly close to your ear. “Let us take care of you”.
Their apology took a turn. You should’ve known better than to trust Keegan. But you couldn’t say you were mad at him, especially with the way. Soap hands gripped at your hips, helping you bounce on his dick. You were slowly being blinded by electric shocks of pleasure you’d occasionally get.
Letting out little whines on how it was too much every time his tip grazed against your g-spot. “Fuck baby C’mon” he hazily encouraged, his face buried in between your breast. Only the top of his head peeked through as he looked up at you with low eyes. Nobody would’ve guessed but he had a dopey smile on his face. 
You were getting so lost in the pleasure you didn’t notice Keegan behind the seat Soap was sitting on. Patting your cheek to gain your attention. “Hmm” you dumbly ask afraid if you open your mouth you’ll start moaning aloud like a slut. 
“Open up mama” You did as you were told, trying to hide your moans as you let out little yelps every time Soap snapped his hips with you. He unbuckled his pants, rolling down the waistband. His dick size snapped you back to earth as you started to tremble again. And it wasn’t from the cold chilly air.
His dick was long, and it curved downwards, is that even possible? He also had one visible vein. You audibly gulped. You glanced at him then back at his dick. You took one lick over the tip and Keegan’s hips were already jittering. Loving his reaction you licked it again but slower holding a smile on your face as you did so. 
Thinking you were being funny, which you were, Keegan snapped his hips forward. Thrusting his length into your mouth causing you to choke a bit. Tears appeared on your lash line.
“Hmck!” You choked removing one of your hands from Soap’s shoulder to Keegan’s thigh to try and push him back. He had his finger in your hair. “Nuh uh I’m in control now, just focus back on bouncing back on Soaps dick like the dirty little slut you are” he sneered. Moving your head up and down his length. Each time his tip would reach the back of your head more tears clouded your vision.
Before a few stray ones fell. 
You felt a spank to your ass, reminding you of your whereabouts. You grind your hips against Soap taking pleasure in feeling your clit make contact with his trimmed pelvis. “Uhhh~” you both moaned in unison, you were slowly starting to get the hang of it. Keegan slowly lets you take over as you get used to how big he is, as you slurp his dick up. Spitting on it before licking up the stride, all while making eye contact. 
You were gonna be a problem after tonight, a real problem.
You leaned closer to Keegan trying to see how long you could go with deep-throating him. Your actions fully suffocated Soap in between your breasts but he didn’t mind. If anything he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“¡Dios Mio!” groaned Alejandro his head was thrown back and he was palming himself through the pants he had on. “C'mon, we don’t have all night.” Simon nodded in agreement seeing the way you were riding Soap had him readjusting his seating position a good 5 times.
“Well, you heard them princess gonna have to speed up the process” Soap leaned back into the cushioned seat, adjusting his hips so you were sitting in his lap at the perfect angle. And with that, he began hip thrust up into you. A gasp left your lips but was soon caught in your breath as Keegan's face fucked you, you began drooling all over his dick. Some of it is running down the corners of our mouths. 
“That’s it that’s a good girl” he grunted as his thrusts picked up speed, his balls slapping your chin repeatedly. Causing you to whine, the simulation makes Keegan’s hips stutter. 
Soap reached his thumb over to your leaking clit giving her a little swipe.  The clapping sound that resonated around the room every time your thighs made contact with his was driving him insane. You jumped Keegan’s dick going farther down your throat than expected. “Fuck” Soap felt you clamp down on him, taking that as a good sign he rubbed any shapes he can think of on your clit.
The feeling of your thighs trembling on either side of you let him know that you were close. “C’mon princess you're almost there, you're gonna be a good girl and cum for us hmm?” He questioned feeling his orgasm build up in the pit of his stomach. His breathing got hotter and heavier as he buried his face in your tits again. 
Biting down as he moaned, cumming deep into your pretty pussy. Your eyes widened at the feeling as it triggered his orgasm. Being caught off guard your teeth grazed against Keegan’s dick, he let out a shaky breath unexpectedly, liking the feeling. Not wanting him to feel left out you began to play with his balls.
If he wasn’t in control you wouldn't have popped on in your mouth and given him a handjob. Oh well, there’s next time. You messaged them they felt so warm in your hands. And surprisingly enough you Keegan right where you wanted him as he was shyly whimpering. His eyes shut before he released directly down your throat. Catching you by surprise.
He panted as his face was a flustered mess. He let go of the cheeks on your face. Slowly dragging you off his cock. Where it was released from the haven called your mouth with a steady ‘pop’.
You had a dopey grin on your face and hazy eyes as you made contact with Keegan, fuck he felt like busting again. All over your pretty face too. 
You licked your lips before looking down. Seeing Soap's head peek out, pulling again he was more of a flustered mess than Keegan. “You did so good baby” you praised moving some hair out of his face. (Stfu, imma pretend he has actual hair in the fic, maybe wavy-ish. And it’s a little drenched from sweat)
You felt hands on your love handles as you were lifted, both you and Soap winced. Once you both were disconnected, there was a string of both your essence mixed still attached to your pussy and his tip. König felt his breath get sucked out of him. As he stared at how your pussy was glistening and clenching around nothing.
“Go grab me her hat, imma take her to town” Alejandro snickered. It was a missed opportunity for you not to wear your hat while riding Soap. But they wanted to hear and see you. Thinking about it now, the hat is kinda of big might have to save it for last. 
Keegan winced, stuffing his dick back in his pants and walking into your room. Where he was suffocated with your sweet fragrances that still lingered after your bath. He spotted the blue sparkly hat and grabbed it. Limping out of the room, the head you gave him put a toll on him. And it’s only gonna get worse as he knows he’s gonna get hard again tonight.
“Alejandro put me down” you whimpered, Alejandro is fucking crazy. You mostly wanted to save him for last or maybe you should get him over with now. Scanning the room everyone was there except Captain and Keegan. You took in a shaky breath as you knew this was going to be a long night. 
“W-wait! Fuck~” you yelled, your ass cheeks vibrated with Alejandro’s ridiculous thrusts. He had his hands cupped under your knees. His balls repeatedly slapped your clit. You wouldn’t be surprised that out of everyone here, you would cum in record timing right here.
Every few thrusts he would bounce you up and down on his cock. And oh god his cock, why the fuck was it so thick!? It was like he was trying to split you open. And he knew it too, your back may be flushed against his chest but you can tell he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Knowing that you were soon gonna break apart. Just so they all could piece you back together again.
“Don’t. drop. her.” Simon ordered, noticing the fearful expression that takes over your face every time Alejandro would bounce you a little too high on his cock. Alejandro would’ve rolled his eyes if he didn’t feel the tight grip you had on his arms, it was true you were scared hell your fingernails were digging into his skin. When in reality it was the adrenaline rush.
The sole reason you chose your job was because of the adrenaline rush, and even off the clock, you were still experiencing it.
Alejandro’s balls smacked against your clit, as you yelped. The feeling of something big and heavy making contact with your easily over-sensitive clit was mind-breaking. “Mhm!” You moaned once you felt them slap your clit again, if Alejandro keeps letting this happen you're gonna flip.
“That’s it! Ugh! Sucking me super fucking tight” Alejandro let out a high-pitched moan, feeling you rapidly clench and unclench your walls around him. He was trapped, he didn’t know what to do, and if you milk him dry tonight he can’t promise and say he won’t fuck a baby into you tonight.
“Hmm~” you clamped down on Alejandro for a final time, he slapped your clit and that was it. You were a squirting water park. That’s been open all day and was ready to be closed for tonight just to have a break. Your body trembled, “HAA!~” tears streamed down your face. Your slutty moans distract everyone else from Alejandro's dirty whispering in your ear and his pathetic sounds.
“Fuck you and this pussy gonna have us going to war over it!” Alejandro still fuck up into you not wanting the moment to end just yet. Feeling his balls tighten before spilling load after load into you. He let out a string of curses in a whiny voice before becoming a panted mess. 
He hasn’t been this sweaty since training when he first started down this path. Feeling exhausted he lazily walked over to the couch in the middle. Bringing you over to Simon. 
He dropped you softly onto his lap sighing, “your sum serious mama” he muttered. Simon heard him and he was indeed intrigued. You didn’t bother as you were still on cloud nine.
Almost immediately you felt a hand press against the middle of your back forcing you to arch a bit. “Eh?” You questioned as you were slowly coming back down to earth. 
“Arch like that mama, and try to keep it like that” König stated, lazily rubbing his tip against your folds collecting as much of your cum as possible to use as lube. Cause trust you're gonna need it-.
Simon situated you both so you were facing König as well, everyone else in the room will be able to see them fuck you. 
Cupping his hand underneath your thighs Simon aligned his cock with your entrance. You were going with the flow until you perked up. You looked back at König as if he’d grown two heads. “C’mon, mama you can take us both.” He teased, and you shook your head, “Not at the same time!”.
“Hey hey stop all that whining cuz you're gonna take it, understand?” Simon looked at you with a serious expression. Daring you to go against him. You sheepishly nodded, “Mkay”. You grabbed Simon’s shoulder and leaned forward. You were facing away from everyone else not wanting them to see the discomfort on your face.
I’m unison both Simon and König pushed themselves inside of your tight hole. Almost immediately your mouth dropped into an ‘o’, kinda surprised your jaw didn’t drop long enough for it to be a 0-
Simon patted your hair letting you know it was okay. König sneaked his hand between you and Simon, reaching to stimulate your clit. In hopes it will turn you on more and you’ll open up wide for them. And it did, you were a moaning mess. You brought one of your arms around Simon’s neck. Holding on tight as both he and König simultaneously thrust up into you. 
It took a minute, your pussy was threatening to kick them out. They knew it too, with the way you were tightening around them. König let out a string of whimpers on the right side of your neck that was muffled. Simon took a shaky breath as he slowly thrust out, König doing the opposite and trying to go as deep as he could. Drilling into you, dragging moan after moan out of you. 
They expected Price to be back by now, hell he’s missing all the fun.
Your pussy was able to get used to them both but something tells you she’s gonna be very sore tomorrow. It’s gonna be worth it.
König left chaste kisses on your shoulder and collarbone every time it was his turn to thrust deeply inside of you. 
Your little mewls and whines were traveling directions into Simon’s ears, he was so close to his break point. Of wanting to break you with his dick, he and König both are.
One second all you saw was the other end of the couch and then you were in the air. Facing Alejandro who was stroking his cock to your angelic moans. You stiffened when you saw how big he got. Seems like he was a grower, and he was getting more turned on the longer the night went on.
Now all of a sudden Alejandro’s face became all blurry. Your vision became blurry. And Simon and König were no longer taking turns. They both are fucking you deeply and thrusting out, they were in perfect sync. You hid your face in Simon’s shoulder. Your brain was getting foggy and dizzy. You were ready to pass out.
König gripped onto your tummy and Simon repeatedly slapped your ass. The flesh made contact with the König pelvis, as your ass was surely turning red. Drool was slowly escaping off the side of your mouth, as you were being fuck brain dumb. The others were slightly concerned for your well-being, as they slowly watched as you started going limp. It wasn’t until Alejandro alerted them that you were right. 
(Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. How is that alright?-)
Simon hissed that your cunt was trying to kick them out again, seems you were starting to reach your limit. König taking note of this left you in Simon’s hold who didn’t have a problem and stimulated the fuck out of your clit. You shot right up reaching your hand down trying to König away before he tried to kill you. 
His other hand trailed up to your breast which had been poorly neglected, tweaking with one of your nipples that was impossibly hard. “Stop!” You thrashed in Simon’s arms but all he did was hold you more firmly. He felt a knot tightening in the pit of his stomach, he was sure of König too but he was worried about your pleasure more than his own. 
“Sir! I-I’m cumming- Ahh~” you moaned loudly gripping Simon’s shoulder, Simon got his own body starting to give up on him as he felt his release right on edge.
“Shit mama, you're gonna take my cum, hmm?” He questioned, he got a nod and a silent nod from you that all he and König needed to see was that you were cumming. 
If it were possible for your life to flash before your eyes, then it just fucking happened. You weren’t even moving. You did feel a trail of liquid run down your thighs, as you felt yourself dozing off to the abyss. 
Simon was beginning to lose his balance as his vision still hadn't come back. König held you as he shoved Simon onto the couch, where he was a panting mess. His erection looked as if it were gonna pop. Wow, you already had these men wrapped around your finger before but it just got 10 times more serious. 
König slowly brought you over to the large detachable cushion that’s part of the couch. He placed you face down ass up. Rubbing your ass to soothe the pain Simon earlier caused. 
You had your hands down and covered your eyes. You were so fucking tired. The warm bath, the warm living room, to how you were practically getting fucked to sleep.
“Hey pumpkin sorry mate” One of your eyes opened and out the side of your eye you saw Price coming into the living room. 
“No, I’m done” you whined leaning onto your hands and knees ready to crawl back to your room and stay there for the rest of the break. Your pussy was weeping practically having a breakdown. She’s never taken such a variety of dicks in just one night.
“I’ll be quick I promise you” he had his hand on your hip easily dragging you back to your original spot. You were too weak at the point to do nothing, so accepted defeat. It was only Price and you were sure Valeria wasn’t into this stuff. (Wrong.) She left the room when Price walked in and the last she needed was to see his ‘saggy balls’.
Getting right to business Price slowly thrusted into you, his pace was slow and soft and you were relieved. Oh honey, if only you knew he was just prepping you and that’s not even half of what’s in between his legs inside your cunt right now. Slowly as you start to open up for him the more of his length he thrusts inside of you. 
You would twitch when he did so too, you were scared that he was a grower like Alejandro. You were letting out soft moans, as your throat was sore as well, from all the shouting.
Things started to take a turn when Price had one hand in your hair, the other holding your throat. Your moans echo in the quiet room. 
Your boobs started to bounce harder with each growing thrust confusing you. It wasn't until Captain Price was full-on pounding into you from behind did you understood. First off, Price was huge! Second off, he’s a fucking liar- I’ll be quick my ass. At least not in the way she thought he meant. 
“What’s wrong? I said I’ll make it quick, didn’t I? Gonna milk your captain's cock huh? Drain it dry? C’mon I’ve been hearing you from down in my office and I know you can’t do it” he taunted in your ear, tugging on your hair beginning to break your back as you whined and moaned about him being too rough.
“I-I can make your cock drain dry” you panted for air, 
“Oh really how?” He asked. You felt your lips tremble as a new stream of tears started running down your face. “I’m gonna take all your cum like a good girl” you sniffled, “oh really?” Price almost felt bad but he couldn’t help it. You were fuck beyond dumb agreeing to every little thing that came out of his mouth. 
He changed his thrust angle, getting a scream out of you, Soap gasped, and Price looked at him before seeing Prick point to your stomach. Leaning over all Price can think about is giving himself a pat on the back. 
You couldn’t get a preference description of Price's dick since you face the other way. But he was long, so long it hurt. You had a fair amount of stomach fat. How is he still giving you a belly bulge? 
Letting go of your throat Price used his free hand to slap your ass as he met his thrusts. The fat of your ass bouncing off his pelvis, everyone else in the room was hypnotized. 
“I have to cum again” you sniffled. Your lower body was trembling. Letting go of your hair and instead placing it on your belly bulge. Price changed his thrusts to look deep strokes. Ugh! This man was about to make you lose your mind with all this teasing. 
Taking his middle finger Price rubbed a soft loving circle on your clit, not wanting to put much pressure. Or else it’ll hurt. “Ahh~ Mhmm!” You reached back and gripped Price’s forearm as you fucked yourself on your dick. As your orgasm slowly took over you. You can’t be clenched to its limits throwing Price off guard. Which is surprising because he didn’t feel as thick as the others.
A ring of your creamy essence was at the base of his cock. You let out a tired moan as you laid your upper body down on the cushion. Price pumped load after load into your stomach. Your right thigh seems to be the weakest part of your lower body right now. Kinda surprising how that leg hasn’t collapsed yet.
You were panting as you felt your eyes drop close. The last thing you can see is the fireplace.
Opening your eyes you were in your room again. “Oh fuck~” the words dragged out on their own, you get real good. Looking down Valeria was in between your legs. Her pointer and middle finger are inside of you scooping the cum out of you. Before spitting on your cunt and ravishing you. “Wait!” You protested placing the palm of your hand onto her forehead. 
“Oh goody, you awake Bonita. Thought for a second the boy killed you” she chuckled leaning closer to your lower half. She began to suck on your clit, occasionally giving it its fair share of swipes with her tongue. Before she turned onto her back. You were sitting on her face. 
You looked around confused as she anxiously grinded on her face. How long has it been? Is it the next day?
“Haa!” You yelped, finally getting your senses back Valeria’s fingers were ice cold. “Val please give my body a break I don’t think I can go on much longer” you whined. You wonder if you grind on her face hard enough she’ll begin to suffocate.
Her tongue moved from your clit to your now empty puckering hole. “C'mon Bonita without all the cum in you, something gonna have to stuff you full and I’ll gladly be the one to do so.” She smirked. 
“Valll~” you whined agitated, sure enough, the entire base heard. Now that you’ve given them a taste. None of them wants to let you go.
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Authors Note: I think I had an anxiety attack this morning because I procrastinated so long with this fic. I spent all day on Themis and only got 2 hours of sleep. And until I left my room and went into my living area the attacks stopped. So I didn’t get a chance to focus till 12. I hope y’all love this tho 🫶🏾
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dollyhao · 6 months
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loser!ellie x bully!reader
cw: ellies a bit of a perv, cunniligus (r!receiving)
you hear a knock at your dorm room door and when you open it, it’s ellie. she’s standing nervously at the door blushing at your (her) band shirt and the way it sits right under your butt. she can see a glimpse of pink lace panties at peaking out. “what,” you say one hand on the door and the other on your hip. “yesterday you asked me to come over to help you with tomorrows exam.” ellie says looking at your white painted toes. “oh yea” you say walking over to your bed flopping on your stomach.
ellie closes the door and walks over, she sees that your shirt has ridden up and can see your plump ass. you glance behind you because you stopped hearing noises and catch ellie looking at your ass, “you little perv” you say with a smirk sitting up. ellie snaps her eyes away from you face going bright red. “i’m sorry” she says sitting at your desk chair.
you spin your rolling chair so that she’s facing you. you put your feet in her lap. “do you wanna touch it?” she nods looking at you with puppy dog eyes. you turn around, getting on your hands and knees, “go ahead” ellie gets out the chair quickly before you change your mind. she grabs your ass with both her hands playing wit it like dough but her attention is on your pussy outline in those sexy ass pink panties.
you jump when you feel ellie’s nose poke your wet pussy. you turn your head to look at her, as she licks at the wet spot of your panties, “i didn’t say you could do all that..” you say voice shaking. “do you want me to stop?” ellie says pulling away. you say nothing pulling a pillow closer to your chest. ellie pulls your panties to the side still gripping on your ass, licking from your clit to your pucker. “ah!” you moan out jumping away from her tongue but ellie has a strong grip on your hips. ellie tongue delves into you trying to reach as deep as possible, while slowly rubbing your clit with her thumb.
“el-ellie..” you whimper. you back your ass up on her tongue trying to fuck your self on it. “don’t stop” you say gripping the pillow that you have a tight ass grip on. ellie moans sending vibrations straight to your core. “i’m gonna cum.” you moan out reaching back to grab ellie’s head so you can come in her mouth. ellie rubs at your clit faster desperate for you to cum in her mouth.
ellie can’t wait to get home and finger herself to this memory. you cum in her mouth letting out cute little mewls. ellie pulls away wiping her dripping mouth with the back of her hand. you flop down on your slide reeling from the best head ever.
“should we start studying?” ellie says digging in her book bag pulling out some text books. she looks at you and you nod.
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ninebluehearts · 1 year
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I was wondering if you could write something with the reader being a Pillow Princess and Joel being dominant over her.. 😬🥺
Btw, I just recently found your blog. I love it! 💖✨
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU ANON OMG-
You're literally so sweet! Thank you baby! 💗🫂
MDNI 18+
Warnings: Face riding, cunniligus, mentions of blowjobs, piv, cock riding, f!reader. Pure filth, basically.
Don't judge, this is my first time writing something like this 💅
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You don't really know when it began exactly..
Maybe it was that one night where Joel spent a solid two hours in between your thighs, lazily lapping his tongue against your clit as his two fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, coaxing one orgasm after another, losing track around either the fourth or the fifth.
Or maybe it was when you rode his face for the first time; the entire experience was so intense and just felt so good, that both of you ended up cumming at the same time.
Your clit rubbing against his nose as his tongue eagerly pressed in and out of your core, his hand vigorously pumping his cock behind you.
Yeah, you couldn't really figure out when it began, but somewhere along the line, you became a pillow princess.
It wasn't intentional. Joel promised that he loved pleasuring you; that your pleasure was more than enough for him. And so far? From what you could tell, it has been.
You haven't tasted his cock in weeks, let alone cum before him at least twice.
Joel trying to find new ways to make you cum for hours, while he only came once or twice -or not at all, - became the new routine whenever you could manage to get each other alone in Tommy's busy little town.
You were so far into this game he was playing that you didn't even ask if he wanted anything in return anymore. You just laid there like a good girl and took it, just like he asked you too.
And that's why when he rolled you both over, demanding you fucked yourself on his cock this time, you were shocked.
"But-"
"I don't think I was asking, was I?" Joel tightened his grip on your thigh, making you whine as your hips snapped forward, grinding your clothed cunt against Joel's hip.
You bit down on your lip as you worked his belt open, grabbing the edges of his pants and tugging them down. You jumped when Joel harshly grabbed your hand, halting your movements.
"Just enough for you to ride my cock, honey. Don't get greedy now."
You simply nodded, making him grab your jaw in a tight, vice like grip that you knew would leave beautiful bruises in the morning. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way your pussy fluttered around nothing. "I won't, baby."
Joel nodded, his hand slipping up to gently cradle your cheek with his palm. "Good girl. See? It's not that hard, hmm?"
You twisted your head in his hand so you could press a quick, gentle kiss to his palm, before tugging his pants down a little further, just enough for you to be able to ride him like he said.
You hovered your hips over his, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. You couldn't remember the last time his gaze was so intense, though the familiar chills it always came with rolled along your back, making you shiver.
Joel's hand came up gently to hold your hip. "Doin' okay?" He asked in the sweetest tone. One that did not fit the situation you were both currently in.
"Just peachy." You said, a ghost of a nervous laugh escaping your lips. You began to slowly lower your hips down, your pussy easily taking in every inch of Joel's cock as you both moaned in union.
"Fuck- yep, just like that, sweetheart." Joel grunted out, guiding your hips back up, only to pull them back down just as fast.
Though your thighs burned and your back ached, you pressed on, mesmerized by the beautiful shade of crimson that burned from Joel's chest all the way up to his forehead, where beads of sweat began well up and slip down his face.
With one hand on the headboard, you reached down with the other, slipping your fingers into his brown and gray waves of hair, before gently beginning to tug on them, relishing in the deep, guttural moan he let out.
Before you could register what happened, Joel had you flipped over on your back, legs up and over his shoulders as he began to pound into your core relentlessly. "Why'd you have to play so dirty, baby doll?" Joel bit down on your neck, his entire body shaking as he held back his orgasm as best he could.
Your nails dug into his back as though you could pull him impossibly closer, your back so far arched up against his frame that you could only take quick, shallow breaths. "Don't stop!" You squealed out, your heals digging into his back as your eyes squeezed shut, the familiar burn in your belly turning into a wave of euphoria as you came, your mouth gapped open in a tight O shape.
Joel buried his face against your shoulder and neck, sending out a quiet thank you to the lord above as you rode out your orgasm, finally allowing him to cum right after you.
You both lay there for a while, holding each other with an occasional stolen kiss every now and then, both of you still glowing from the sticky layer of sweat that covered your bodies.
You let out a long, silent yawn, molding yourself into the space between Joel's arm and his side. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a soft, content smile lining your lips. "I love you."
Joel pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers beginning to gently drag up and down your spine. "I love you more."
"Impossible." You murmured, already beginning to drift off into the sweet heaviness of sleep.
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daydreamrot · 5 months
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God's Menu
chef! leon x fem! reader // Kinktober Installment 4
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"cooking a sauce, get all you want / savor it, lick it, say it, bon / taste so good, everyone loves it / but it all tastes strong / i want it till i serve them all / i do my research, cross boundaries"
summary: you're struggling to keep up with the basics of your culinary program, enough that it threatens your graduation date. your professors decided a summer internship at the prestigious chef kennedy’s restaurant will help you catch up quickly. still slipping up on small tasks, chef kennedy decides to mentor you after hours. what will you create together?
warnings: power dynamics (mentor/mentee relationship), corruption kink, dom! leon, food mention, alcohol mention, food play, temperature play, cunniligus, unprotected p in v sex, creampie
word count/genre: 3.3k+ (oops) // smut // link to ao3
author's note: here it is! the long-anticipated chef! leon fic which just so happens to be one of my longest fics to date. i had a lot of fun finally “cooking” this and then letting it “bake” in the oven at 400 degrees fahrenheit. i don’t think this is the last of chef! leon and i’ll probably write a little drabble about leon receiving some food play, so let me know if you’d like to see that. i want to thank my darling em (@emilzke) for always encouraging me and allowing me to drop my thirst rambles in her DM’s because sometimes they turn out into full-fledged fics. also shoutout to tea (@scar-crossedlvrs) for helping me sort through some organizational things. as always, feedback/reblogs/replies are greatly appreciated. enjoy your eating (;
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even as a young child, you always loved cooking and playing chef. you spent hours in your play-kitchen, repeatedly serving your poor parent's plastic food. It only worsened when you were gifted easy-bake ovens, crafting concoctions to rival Frankenstein’s monster with only a lightbulb, water, and a mixing packet. But it was always an ordeal when your parents would peel you from the comfort of the kitchen. you would throw the largest tantrum when removed from the kitchen because, “those are sharp, don’t touch that!” and “that flame is hot, you’ll burn your hand!” and “no! that’s raw, and if you eat it, you’ll get sick.” your passion persisted. what was originally thought to be a phase that continued as you refined your skills throughout your upbringing. your unique recipes won several local cook-off titles, and you enjoyed preparing dinner for the family after a long day of schoolwork. it was your creative space. edible art. it relaxed you while invigorating you at the same time. the combinations and creations were endless. and when graduation rolled around, it didn’t much surprise your parents that you were looking towards culinary school.
getting into culinary school seemed to be the easiest part, though. succeeding in culinary school? that was another story. everything felt so scientific, and you struggled with the most basic skills. your knife cuts were far too sloppy, and you could only play the “rustic” card so many times. your nerves betrayed you on your practicals, causing you to shake and forget the most basic cake ingredients. I mean, really, who bakes a cake without some sort of milk or milk substitute? On the other hand, though, every non-cooking or baking course went over easily. You were an ace at menu planning and design. You were a sanitation queen, always knowing how to get the toughest stains out of the counters. Inventory management? A walk in the park. And sure, those courses may be easy A’s, but they didn’t ignite your passion. Too many conversations with your chef instructors assured you that you had a promising career in restaurant management but were still a long way off from being a renowned chef. You needed an intervention and fast. What better way to make progress than baptism by fire?
your parents and their infinite connections managed to get you a job as a sous chef at the esteemed Chef Kennedy’s luxury restaurant in the expensive part of downtown. Even your instructors were impressed that you were able to pull this off. they agreed that if you could last the summer under Chef Kennedy’s tutelage, you would graduate culinary school on time. However, as you showed up for your first day of work, you were in WAY over your head.
Chef Kennedy ran his kitchen like a well-oiled machine. Not a grain of rice was ever misplaced, and this intimidated the hell out of you. People were rushing everywhere, tending to the gourmet dishes that always came out looking perfect. You hadn’t eaten here before, but your mouth was already watering in anticipation at the smells wafting behind the kitchen doors. And this was considered a lull in dining time between the lunch and dinner rush. Little time was wasted when you entered the bustling kitchen; one of the other sous chefs immediately put you to work on garnishes. Not too difficult of a task, or so you thought. A sprig of mint here, a swirly chocolate ganache here, and a perfectly shaped dollop of butter were nerve-wracking. your clumsiness caused even the most delectable food to look ugly and completely disheveled. it was the first time your food had been sent back on presentation alone.
that’s when you laid eyes on him – Chef Leon Kennedy. The first thing you notice about him probably shouldn’t be his attractiveness. With eyes the color of ripe blueberries and blond hair so beautiful it would make the wheat envious, Leon had captivated your attention before he spoke. He was fit, too, with muscles to rival Robert Irvine; this man was clearly passionate about fitness and nutrition. His broad shoulders strained against his white chef jacket, almost as if the seams were clinging to dear life as they faced inevitable demise when Leon decided to move his arms next. You might’ve flirted with him in another setting and tried to go on a few dates. But the power that radiated off him made you feel small and embarrassed when he placed your pathetic platter on the prep table.
he wasn’t one to yell like Gordon Ramsey, but the deep sigh of disappointment reverberated against the chaotic kitchen walls. “I always notice sloppy technique,” he speaks, an aura of authority in his tone. you’re visibly shaking, worrying about being fired from your dream job on your first day. “s-sorry chef. i’m a culinary school intern. i didn’t know any better, but i’d like to learn,” you announce with your voice sounding meek. all eyes are on you, and frustrated tears well into your eyes. leon turns his head to face you and looks you once over. he nods singularly in understanding. he decides to be benevolent today and takes pity on your demure stature. “Just stick to cleaning for today then,” he commands, not wanting to create an even bigger scene, and waves his hand to dismiss every other kitchen employee back to their workstations. 
you take a small bathroom break between menial cleaning tasks. you wail and cry over your own incompetence in private. you’re ready to throw the towel in at this point and maybe attend a real university. leave the restaurant life behind and just continue to be a cooking hobbyist. however, you’re broken out of your pity party by a soft rap at the wooden door to the bathroom. “a-are you alright in there?” a voice asks through the thick oak door. It’s Chef Leon. You scramble to pull yourself together, blowing your nose and trying to steady the shakiness in your voice. you’re trembling yet again, but open the door to see leon. his face is laced with worry. “s-sorry, chef,” you apologize. you brace yourself to be fired, trying to be brave. this was surely the end. but somehow, the hammer never dropped. leon stepped closer to you, resisting a nurturing urge to reach out and touch you. “oh sweetheart,” he said in a low whisper. “talk to me.” his paternal tone should feel patronizing, but for some reason, you were comforted by it.
his sweet words caused a cascade of tears to flow from your cheeks, and leon tried to make sense of your barely coherent sobs. “dream job” .. “failing school” .. “haven’t even eaten here.” He listens attentively, a small frown pulling on the corner of his mouth. “tell you what, why don’t you take off for the rest of the day. just recover. for the next two weeks, you meet me here at 8am sharp and I will help you refine your skills.” he offers. you sniffle, dragging your eyes up to meet his, and nod, not trusting your voice. 
you looked so pretty like this. down on your knees, begging and pleading not to lose your job. sobbing while you shared your sorrows with him. such a young, vulnerable thing. leon was grateful his chef’s coat covered his trousers so you couldn’t see the half-hard on he was sporting. he couldn’t help it. he wanted to help you improve as a chef and build your confidence, but he also couldn’t tame the desire to break you down. a malleable dough ripe for shaping beneath his skilled hands. he never felt this way about one of his employees before, so why you? he hoped to shake this feeling, as such a desire was extremely unprofessional. 
leon coughs to clear his perverted thoughts and then helps you to stand. “See you tomorrow then. 8 a.m. on the dot. Don’t be late. I don’t give second chances,” he commands before a hasty exit. After all, he had a kitchen to manage.
training with Leon had started off pretty miserable. Your knife skills were shoddy at best, and you barely knew the difference between a julienne and a batonnet. You oversalted and underseasoned. Sweet desserts came out too bitter, and tart desserts came out sour. But time and time again, Chef Kennedy put up with your mistakes. His teaching hand was firm, never allowing your work to be finished unless it was perfect. Now, you were less of a liability during the lunch and dinner rushes and were trusted with some line cook tasks. Slowly, you had made progress.
you were rewarded with small tips and tricks Leon had picked up over the years and a bit more of his backstory. Leon developed his love of cooking out of necessity. He was alone for the majority of his life and wanted to learn how to make cheap, healthy meals. Despite insane work weeks, Leon’s love of cooking never faded, and he finally saved enough money to attend the prestigious Auguste Escoffier School of Culinary Arts in the United States. Finding success a few years after graduation, Leon was recommended to travel to the acclaimed Le Cordon Bleu culinary school in Paris, France to take a desserts and pastry course. Not to mention a few years ago, he thought it might be fun to learn the basics of mixology. Truly, a jack of all trades in the food realm and a lifelong learner. But his journey to culinary stardom wasn’t always easy, he struggled a lot to keep up with a high-tempo kitchen. He empathized with your struggles but saw your potential – probably what made you such a good training pair. when you finally presented a nearly perfect recreation of his signature four-course meal, he knew you no longer needed his specific observation. 
on your last day of one-on-one training, you off-handedly remark, “Wow, I’ve made all these signature dishes, but I’ve never even eaten at this restaurant.” Leon’s head whipped to face you, and a grin spreads across his face. “Well, we can’t have that, my little protege, can we? Would you join me tomorrow for a four-course meal?” he asks, under the guise of being polite and celebratory. But internally, he hopes he has the chance to show you more than just his talents in the kitchen. you eagerly accept, blissfully ignoring you’ll now be spending your one day off back in your place of work.
you shouldn’t be this nervous. You and Chef Kennedy had been working together for weeks now, in close proximity, hands brushing and bodies touching, but something about a shared meal felt more intimate. Dare you say it felt romantic? You adhered to the restaurant’s dress code, business formal, and dressed up for the first time in weeks. you wore a mid-length dress with an open back that showed a bit of your body but kept it comfortable and classy enough to eat four courses of gourmet food. your shoes and jewelry were elegant but not enough to detract from the dress. your makeup and hair were subdued but stunning nonetheless. When you walked through the door, Leon felt as though he would fall to his knees.
leon had prepared a private table in the center of the restaurant. it was laid with a beautiful white tablecloth with the napkins folded in an ornate style. the silverware was plated perfectly, and nothing was missing or out of place. A single rose decorated the center, and tea lights for ambiance, and you could hear the faint sound of Chopin playing over the speakers. You gasped, “C-chef, was this all for me?” A gentle smile runs across Leon’s features as he pulls your chair out for you. “Every future food connoisseur deserves their chance at a gourmet meal. Bon appetit,” he says in a low, sultry tone that suits the atmosphere.
what started as an innocent cocktail with your meal quickly devolved into a few drinks and a split bottle of wine. You and leon were both properly tipsy now, and there was nothing to filter the two of you’s flirtatious nature – especially not in an environment filled with aphrodiasiacs. The sexual tension between the two of you was palpable, and in an empty restaurant, it was due to bubble over like a shaken bottle of champagne. you try to stifle your giggles enough to enjoy the desserts he had prepared for the evening, however, chocolate fondue has never been known to be a very “clean” dessert, and when a bit of chocolate dribbles out of the corner of your mouth.. leon can’t help himself. he brings himself closer to you, lips hovering just over yours as his hand cups beneath your chin, before he whispers, “may i?” and in a breathy whisper, you reply, “yes, chef.” 
his lips capture your own in a searing kiss, which you ardently return. he spends a few short moments studying the movement of your lips against his own. he doesn’t forget to lick the chocolate from the corner of your mouth and uses his tongue to trace your bottom lip. your body decides before your mind as your lips part to allow him access and his tongue explores your mouth as if savoring a fine meal. But Chef Kennedy has decided that the table is separating you just simply wouldn’t do as he crossed over to you, and he picks you up effortlessly to sit you on the edge of the long, neighboring mahogany table. After that brief intermission, he positions himself inbetween your legs to kiss you once more. this time with less restraint and greedy hands squeezing your breasts, earning him a soft moan and your hands reaching to tug at his hair. 
kissing isn’t enough, despite how enjoyable it may be when you’re both buzzed off of wine and chocolate, and soon your hands seek to rid one another of your clothes. your trembling hands fumble with the buttons of his chef coat but your diligence is rewarded by the exclusive viewing of a shirtless Chef Kennedy. whatever you dreamed in your fantasies couldn’t compare to the scrumptious, chiseled man in front of you. 
your dress is easily pushed up and discarded onto the carpet. the chill of the cold mahogany table you laid upon touching your heated skin. he raises his eyebrows a bit as he notices the damp patch formed on the gusset of your lacy panties. “you know,” leon begins, his voice raspy with lust, “a good chef is only as good as his preparation… wouldn’t you agree?” you’re a bit confused but as he drips a bit of warm chocolate from the fondue pot on your breast, you begin to get the idea. “y-yes” you manage to moan out as leon’s tongue slowly licks the chocolate off. his mouth wrapping around your nipple and making sure no melted chocolate was left behind, but he pulls away. you whine at the loss of contact, “yes, what?” he asks, tauntingly. “yes, c-chef!” you cry out as he drips more warm chocolate across your breasts and torso. he smirks, pleased with himself as he continues to lick thick stripes across your body, kitten licking the most sensitive spots only to work you up more.
shivers roll down your spine at the sensation and arousal is now leaking down your thighs. the combination of warm chocolate and Leon’s tongue would be enough to send anyone over the edge, but a true genius can alter his recipe to make it even better and chef kennedy was nothing if not creative. pulling an ice cube from one of your finished drinks, he gently teases it across your inner thighs — just testing the waters — and by the way you squirm beneath him, he can tell it’s working. now the warm chocolate across your breasts was juxtaposed against the cold ice cube leon was dragging up and down your soaked panties, and the dual sensations each fighting for dominance of your body’s pleasure. but leon could win against any element. he was the only thought in your clouded mind and he was starting to feel left out.
leon took it upon himself to dribble a little chocolate across his collarbone and chest. “be a good girl for me and clean up this mess?” he coos, grabbing you by the hair and bringing your face towards his chest. you mimicked his earlier patterns on his own body — small, teasing licks followed by long, lucious strokes for bigger areas. after all, you couldn’t miss a drop of it. you took the opportunity to suck a few small love bites into his chest — a smart move given the pants he lets slip. he rewards the good behavior by finally slipping off your underwear. “share a four-star gourmet meal with you when you were keeping the best dish hidden from me?” he tsks as he lowers mouth towards your leaking cunt, the ice now almost fully melted. 
he starts with gentle kisses across your inner thighs and slowly moves to press a few taunting ones to your swollen clit. then he tastes you and the guttural groan released from his chest reverberates on your body's innermost parts, causing you to cry out and reach for his hair. he’s like a man starved, determined to engorge himself in your juices. your eyes screw shut in pleasure and small whimpers leave your mouth at his vast tongue strokes. if painters could paint a canvas the way leon’s tongue could brush against your cunt so thoughtfully, then artists would be the richest people in the world. your first orgasm rolls through your body quickly, a heat as hot as molten lava lopes through your veins as you cry out for him. 
he drinks in your first orgasm, licking his lips a bit with pride. “you know, a good chef always tastes their food” he teases, before pulling you in for another kiss. you could taste the remnants of your orgasm on his lips and when you disconnect, a string of spit still connects you. “you ready for more, my sweet?” he asks, his hands going to the waistband of his pants. your mind is hazy, and your hand rubs his toned arms reassuringly. “kiss me a little more, then i’ll be ready” you smirk, and he obliges. peppering sweet kisses across your forehead, cheeks, neck, nose and even on your lips for good measure. when you tell him you’re ready, he quickly shoved his pants down to his ankles.
chef leon was well endowed and his cock bowed upward to smack against his stomach. it was clear he had enjoyed the foreplay just as much as you did — evident by the precum leaking from the tip of his erection. to be fair, you didn’t have much time to admire him. he was needy and as soon as he pumped himself a few times, he was already teasing himself on the slick folds of your entrance. you gasped as the tip rolled against your abused and puffy clit, bucking into him and ready for more. he slowly sheaths himself into your gummy walls and is pleased when you’re already squeezing around him. 
with your permission, he begins to fuck into you at a comfortable pace. the lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin and symphony of your moans now drown out the pleasant classical piano music — not that you were complaining. things are made even better when he takes one of your legs upon his shoulders, his cock now perfectly scraping your g-spot and coaxing your second orgasm from you with ease. leon knows he won’t last long, your tight pussy was milking his cock with each of his thrusts and the way your breasts bounced to the rhythm of his pace — you were so pretty. as you feel his movements get sloppier. his hips are stuttering and his muscles are wound so tightly, you fear they may snap. then he releases with a loud moan, coating your walls in white, sticky cum. and after a few minutes of post-orgasmic bliss, he pulls out and says, “you know my favorite dessert is a creampie.” 
you blush, covering your face in your hands and shaking side to side while leon admires the mixture of his cum and your juices leak from your cunt. while leon takes care to wipe you both off with a warm, clean towel, you make eye contact with those pretty blues of his and say, “so… i’ll see you at work tomorrow then?”
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osaemu · 6 months
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OSAMU DAZAI: ❛❛ MIDNIGHT RAIN ❜❜
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.ೃ࿐ his melancholia is addicting. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. smut –> angst. cunniligus, implied p –> v, alcohol consumption. mentions of alcohol and smoking. established relationship.
author's note: somewhat inspired by cornelia street, easily the best song off of lover imo. fight me.
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dazai's a stressed man—that's what years upon years of living in environments as active and tense as the mafia and the agency would do to anyone. so on the somewhat rare occasions that dazai softens around you, it's not a problem for you to oblige him.
ever since the two of you started dating, you haven't had a free night to yourself. nights that were once spent on the couch are now spent following dazai through the scarcely lit parts of yokohama, the only illumination of his figure being the soft rays of twilight bleeding from the sky.
on your little nights out, he never lets go of your hand. whether it's to tug you along cobblestone pathways or comfort you in the alleys you used to avoid, his fingers are always threaded through your own.
the more comfortable he gets with you, the more touchy he gets. dazai's arms seem like they were made to wrap around your waist, and you can't help but feel like a part of you's missing when his fingers aren't tangled with your own.
dazai's good with his words, and even better with his hands. only someone as adroit as dazai could make you see stars on your bedroom ceiling with just his fingers.
on nights when the agency works him like a dog, it's all you can do to keep your heart from melting when you see the way he falls asleep in your arms. for him, your touch is dangerously drug-like—something like a sedative, as he tells you the morning after.
dazai wouldn't have it any other way—he'd rather be addicted to you than to cigarettes or alcohol. and, lucky for him, he finds out after your first night in his sheets that you even taste better too.
one crisp evening after one too many glasses of whiskey, dazai's lips find their way to your collarbone, brushing across your skin in an almost ghost-like manner. the way he's holding himself back is almost painful to watch—the longing in his eyes plus the way he flexes his fingers pulls out a plea for him to just touch you from your lips.
one thing leads to another, and within a couple minutes your clothes are discarded to who-knows-where and all you can think about is how good dazai is to you.
and yet, even an hour later, he's holding himself back. despite being under the influence, dazai retains enough of his mind to resist the growing urge to fuck you to his heart's content. only after your pleas turn into full-on begging does he give in, deftly pushing your legs apart and sliding in effortlessly, mumbling praises on just how well you're taking him.
dazai eats you out like a man starved—when you convince him to fuck you with his tongue, he's ravenous. to him, you taste like heaven, and to someone who's certainly going to hell, he can't help but savor the taste of the paradise he'll never set foot in.
someone with such a tainted past like him doesn't deserve such a good girl like you. you shouldn't have to bear any part of the burden that rests on dazai's shoulders—it's not your fault he's so attracted to you.
that's a lie. the blame can only be put on you for being so accommodating, so comforting, so fucking perfect—at least, that's what dazai tells you from his spot in between your legs.
the pornographic sounds that the two of you make over the course of the night fluctuate every time one of you goes over the edge, mind swamped with nothing but thoughts of the other.
the night goes by too fast, marked by love-drunk kisses and nearly-spilt glasses of whiskey. neither of you has any idea how it started or how it'll end—the rumpled sheets tangled in between your legs is enough.
promises of i'm yours fall from both of your lips as the high starts to fade and your breaths start to slow, sleep tugging at the backs of your minds.
as the view around you fades to black, a last whisper slips through your lips. just before your eyes flutter closed, you relish the look of surprise on your boyfriend's face—it's exceedingly rare to catch dazai off guard, and for you, the person he thinks he understands the most to do so? impossible.
and yet the six words you murmur as your head hits the pillow leave dazai open-mouthed for a moment. he's speechless. the words themselves aren't much, but the meaning behind them is everything.
all good things come to an end—as a member of two of the most perilous organizations in yokohama, dazai knows this all too well. being surrounded by death and danger for half your life tends to destroy one's faith in destiny, and yet, as dazai watches you fall asleep on his chest, he dares to let himself hope against all odds.
all good things come to an end, but hopefully, this won't. he's invested far too much into this for it to crumble—if the worst happened, he'd never love again. it wouldn't be worth the risk, not if someone as perfect as you managed to slip through his fingers. he couldn't lose you, too.
so when he hears his thoughts mirrored on your lips, something in dazai's heart breaks. all his life, he'd been taught that permanence was a false promise. everything ended, good and bad, eventually. dazai had been taught to cut people off before they could hurt him, but for you?
if loving you was pain, then by all means, consider him a masochist.
"i hope i never lose you."
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slut4thebroken · 5 months
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All Work, No Play: hour one
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Pairing | Jackson Rippner x reader
Summary | You meet Jackson at the bar in the hotel you’re staying at and decide to be brave and try something new; a one night stand. But it doesn’t go the way you think.
Warnings | NON CON 18+, sexual content, fingering, vaginal sex, dubious consent, threats of anal rape, degradation, humiliation, misogyny (like so much lol), choking, hickeys, cunniligus, crying, edging, stalking, voyerism, breeding, unprotected sex, emotional manipulation, putting misogyny again lol, objectification, face down ass up🤭, dehumanization, threats of murder and torture, I think that’s everything skdjdk.
Words | 6.5 k
Notes | READ THE WARNINGS. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CHOOSE TO VIEW. The last thing I wrote that was this intense was maybe the beginning chapters of exposure therapy or the dark!jason series💀
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This is the last warning, if you keep reading and find something you don’t like, that’s on you. I have it clearly written what’s in this fic, if you choose to ignore it, don’t be a bitch about it and comment hate or report it ❤️
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“Can I sit?” Your head snapped up, finding a man standing behind the empty seat next to you. 
“Yeah. Go ahead.” You said awkwardly, clearing your throat and putting your attention on your drink as he sat down. 
“I'm sorry, I'm not usually this forward, but I was wondering if I can buy you a drink?” Your eyes widened and you turned to face him, not expecting that question at all. 
“Um- sure. Thanks.” You gave him a small smile, feeling your cheeks heat up when he returned it. He called the bartender over to order his drink, then looked at you expectantly. You ordered, then finished off the rest of the drink you already had— two shouldn’t be too bad. 
“I’m Jackson.” He said, holding his hand out for you to shake. You told him your name in return and he muttered it to himself, testing it out. 
“What brings you here?” You asked, turning toward him to give your full attention. 
“Work. You?” 
“Work.”
“I have to say though, this trip is turning out to be much better than the others.” He gave you a small smile and you tried not to get too overwhelmed with the butterflies in your stomach as you stared at him, wondering almost anxiously about where this was going. 
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” 
“This time a beautiful girl let me buy her a drink.” You averted your gaze as your face heated up, not used to such sudden compliments like that. 
“I guess I could say the same then.” 
“I don’t believe that.” He scoffed playfully. “You must have men practically lining up to buy you drinks.” 
“Nope… Just you.” You said, embarrassed. Thankfully, the bartender placed your drinks in front of you, giving you a break from his attention. “So how long are you staying here?” You asked, changing the subject. 
“I should only be here one more night. Maybe two depending on how tough the job is.” He shrugged. 
“Oh okay. I’m flying back over the weekend so I’m here for a few more days.” 
“Do you have any personal time or is it all work and no play?” The way he said it made it sound like an innuendo… but you weren't completely certain if it actually was. 
“Well I have enough to sit at a bar and talk to a stranger.” You smiled behind your glass as you took another sip. 
“I see… And what about going someplace quieter with a stranger? Do you have time for that?” He said lowly, making arousal pool in your stomach as his eyes darkened slightly. 
“I think I could spare a bit. It depends on what this stranger wants to do.” 
“I’m not sure it would be appropriate to say in the middle of a hotel bar.” You eyed him curiously, deciding what to do. You’re not a one night stand type of girl, but he’s hot and you’re a little pent up. 
“Then I guess we should go somewhere you can tell me.” His lips curled into a smirk and he immediately reached in his pocket to pull out his wallet and place some cash on the bar for your mostly untouched drinks. 
He stood and held a hand out for you to take as you got to your feet, letting him lead you over to the elevator. On the ride up, you tried not to let your nerves consume you, but you weren’t doing a very good job of that. The doors opened and he led you to his room, using the key card to open the door, then holding it open for you to walk in first. You looked around the room, finding no luggage and the bed perfectly made as if it hadn’t been slept in yet. 
“How long have you been here for?” You turned to face him as he placed his key card on the dresser and you waited somewhat impatiently for his answer. 
“A few hours. I mostly just have to work tonight.” 
“Oh… Do you need me to go then?” You asked, not understanding why he would invite you here if he had to work.  
“Of course not. How would I get any work done if you left?” Your brows furrowed as you replayed his words in your head, still not understanding. 
“Um… I— What?” You laughed awkwardly.
“I'm gonna be honest, I thought I’d have to try a lot harder to get you to my room.” 
“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked, but he ignored you. 
“I mean, I know you pretty well by now and I didn’t think you were the type to do one night stands.” You stared at him in confusion, but your stomach was twisting with a sense of complete and utter dread that something bad was about to happen to you. 
“I’m a little tired actually, I think I’m just going to go to my room.” You said, tentatively walking forward, but he remained between you and the door, blocking you. 
“But the night’s just getting started.” 
“Jackson, please move.” You said quietly, gaze shifting between his face and the door. He took a step closer, making you stagger back as he approached. 
“Now that we’re somewhere quieter, I guess I should tell you what I want to do. Or… not what I want, but what I’m going to do.” You were quickly nearing the wall behind you as he kept moving closer. When your back hit it and a small gasp escaped you, he placed both hands on the wall on either side of your head, trapping you. 
“I need something from you. Depending on your attitude, I’ll either take it, or you’ll give it to me willingly. One of those options will be significantly more painful for you and fun for me.”
“Please let me go.” You whispered, not able to maintain eye contact. He didn’t say anything for a moment, then suddenly grabbed your cheeks to turn you toward him, making your eyes snap back to his. 
“Beg if you want, but you’re not leaving here any time soon. Not until I get what I want.” He said lowly, words sounding like they once again had a different meaning. 
“What do you want?”  
“Two things. We’ll start with the fun one first.” The hand on the wall dropped down and he snaked it back up your thigh, under your dress. “Which pair did you wear, hm? I hope it’s that red set. The black one’s cute too though.” 
“What?” You said through a breath, staring at him with wide eyes. 
“Don’t play dumb, you know what I’m talking about. The lacy one that you seem to love so much. You take so many pictures of you wearing it and I know you don’t have a boyfriend so who are you sending those to?” He said teasingly. 
“How do you know that?” You whispered, heart pounding in your chest. 
“Same way I know that you like to walk around your apartment naked.” Your stomach twisted at the smirk on his face. 
“I- I don’t understand…” He shushed you before you could finish. Not that you could formulate a response anyway. 
“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about it. For now, let’s do what we came up here for, yeah?” He wasn’t asking you, he was letting you know what was happening, but you weren’t about to go down without a fight. 
“You’re fucking psychotic if you think I’m doing shit with you.” You spat, pushing his hand away when it started moving toward your underwear. 
“Baby… don’t be like that.” He cooed mockingly. “I know how pent up you are so stop being a stubborn bitch and just enjoy it.” He warned, tone significantly harsher than before. 
“Fuck you.” His hand suddenly moved from your face to your neck, squeezing tight enough to make you raise your hands to claw at his arm. You thrashed around in his grip, prompting him to place his leg between your thighs and push his body against yours, mostly immobilizing you. 
“Keep this up and I’ll torture you to get what I need, then kill you and fuck you— in that order.” You let out a strangled whimper and squeezed your eyes shut. “Do you understand?” You did your best to nod with his grip on your neck. 
“Yes.” You managed to force out through a wheeze. 
“Good.” His grip loosened significantly and you took in a huge breath, chest heaving to get the much needed oxygen. “Where do you want it? Against the wall? …On the bed?” He asked coyly. Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at him, desperately waiting for him to just say that this was all a joke and he didn’t mean any of it. But he never did. “Bed it is.” He answered for you. 
Using his grip on your neck, he pulled you from the wall and pushed you back toward the bed before practically shoving you onto it. He stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at you on your back, propped up by your elbows to look up at him. 
“Strip.” He demanded, eyes focused only on you. Hesitantly leaning up into a sitting position, you started with your heels, unbuckling the strap then dropping them to the floor— only debating for a moment if you should throw them at him or try something else, but you didn’t want to take any chances. Moving on to your dress, you pulled the zipper down until it loosened and took a deep breath before moving the straps so that the dress fell to around your hips. You lifted your lower half off the bed a little to slide it the rest of the way off, then waited. 
“Please don’t play dumb, it’s not a good look on you. You know what I want.” He said, all but rolling his eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, you reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra, discarding it to the growing pile on the floor. Your underwear was next, slowly sliding them off and keeping your legs together before covering yourself with your hands. 
“Fuck they’re even better up close.” He groaned, taking off his suit jacket. “Do you know how many times I jerked off just watching you walk around naked? You should really learn to close your blinds, you know. Sure people from the street can’t see you, but I could see you perfectly from the roof on the building across from yours.”
“Why are you doing this?” You whimpered, watching as he unbuckled his belt before taking it off. 
“People pay me to.” He said with a  shrug, making you scoff. 
“People are paying you to rape me?” 
“Of course not. That’s just a bonus.” 
“You’re sick.” You hissed. 
“Maybe. But what does that make you?” A smirk was making its way on his lips. 
“What the fuck are you talking about?” 
“I can see how wet you are.” He said plainly, gaze dropping to your legs. 
“You’re fucking delusional.” You spat. 
“Am I?” He walked over to pick up your discarded— damp— underwear, holding them up for you to see, making your face burn. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve been told I’m conventionally attractive and I know you’re into this, even if you won’t admit it.” 
“Into what? Being raped?” You scoffed. 
“Not to that extreme. You want to be forced— dominated against your will. You want me to take what I want from you and trust me, I have every intention of doing that.” 
“Look I don’t know who you think you are but you can’t just,” He was on you in a second, roughly shoving you so you were laying down, then holding you there with a hand wrapped tight around your throat. 
“I can’t what?” His voice was low and menacing, a warning. “Hm?” He raised his brows and you clenched your jaw, trying not to panic as your head was starting to feel light again. “That’s what I thought. If you’re done with your tantrum, let’s get started.” You glared at him, teeth grinding together painfully. Despite everything, the fact that you just gave in so easily was what made you feel the worst. You barely put up a fight… and you know why. Because he’s right. You came up here with him because you thought he was attractive and wanted to fuck him. It’s not like you can just turn off that attraction. 
“Please let me go.” You whispered, eyes brimming with tears of humiliation. 
“No.” 
“Then just fucking get it over with already! Do you want help? Is that it?” You reached for his pants and started working on the button, but he released your neck to pull your hands away, holding them in one hand above your head. When you swallowed thickly and turned away from him, he grabbed your neck again, but didn’t squeeze as hard as before. 
“I watched you for weeks. I’m not about to rush things now.” Your eyes fluttered shut and you willed the tears away. You let out a stifled sob, biting your bottom lip when it started trembling again. His mouth was on yours suddenly, pressing a rough kiss to your lips as you tried to flinch away from him. His hand snaked down from your neck to grope your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers in a way that was bordering on painful. 
He trailed kisses over your jaw, down to your neck, then sucked the skin into his mouth, only releasing you when he was satisfied with the darkness of the bruise. Moving to a new place, he did the same thing, leaving hickeys all over your neck and down your chest before sucking your nipple into his mouth. You tried to stifle the gasp, but he heard it anyway. Once he deemed your nipple hard enough, he moved to the other one to give it the same treatment. His hands were pawing at your body, groping your breast and gripping your side to hold you still as you squirmed. He pulled up, looking at you through his lashes with slightly parted lips as he panted. 
“Ready for the fun part?” He smirked and you thought that meant he was going to fuck you, but he kissed down your stomach until he made his way to your legs, settling between them. He pried them apart even more and eyed your sex eagerly, making your cheeks heat up. 
“What are you doing?” You choked out and he tore his eyes away from your cunt to look at you. 
“You thought I’d watch you play with this pretty pussy for so long and not enjoy it?” He scoffed. Before you could protest, he was leaning down and licking a long stripe up your slit. Biting your lip, you swallowed down the moans threatening to escape. He focused mostly on your hole, lapping up your arousal and fucking you with his tongue, all while groaning against you. 
Moving up, he sucked your clit into his mouth and swiftly pushed a finger inside, making you jolt. Your lip was aching because of how hard you were biting it but you couldn’t risk letting out any moans. 
“Please,” You whimpered, trying to push yourself up the bed. In retaliation he inserted another finger, then wrapped his other arm around your thigh, pulling you down onto his hand. “Please stop.” You cried. If anything, your begging made him work harder. 
“Why? Getting close?” He smirked, barely pulling away from your clit to speak. You shook your head with a whimper as the tears finally started to fall. The thing is though… you were getting close. It’s been so long since you’ve been with another person, let alone someone this talented. 
“Stop...” You whined, bringing your hands down to push at his head. 
“God- I can fucking feel you clenching down on my fingers. You are close aren’t you?” He looked up at you through his lashes with a glint in his eyes. 
“We can’t have that though.” He said, removing his fingers and pulling away from your clit. “Not yet.” 
“Why are you doing this?” You whispered, staring at his figure that was blurry with unshed tears. 
“It’s nothing against you. The job leaves little time for.. personal activities… I saw an opportunity so I took it.” He all but shrugged. Instead of giving you a chance to respond, he pushed his fingers back in and sucked your clit into his mouth again. As his fingers curled against your walls in places that previous partners— and yourself— haven’t even discovered, you couldn’t hold back the sounds anymore. 
“There you go.” He cooed. “Just give in and I’ll make you feel so good.” He mumbled against your clit before flicking his tongue against it. 
“Stop.” You whined. In response, all he did was force another finger inside. You don’t know how he knew, but the second you neared the edge again, he pulled back, making you whine. 
“Feels good doesn’t it?” He asked, slowly curling his fingers against your walls, but keeping his mouth away from your clit. “No boyfriend, no one night stands… Just you and your vibrator.” He chuckled, making your face heat up. “You really like that thing. It’s cute.” 
“Fuck you.” There wasn't even a hint of malice in your tone. Just pure embarrassment and need. 
“Yeah I bet you want that too. Don’t worry, there’s no fucking way I’m leaving here before getting my cock in this tight little cunt.” You let out a choked sob and turned your head to the side as your hips started moving against his hand. “I could feel you clench down on my fingers… dirty girl.” He clicked his tongue in mock disapproval, then leaned down to suck your clit into his mouth again. 
As you squirmed under him, you gripped the sheets hard enough to make your fingers hurt so that you wouldn’t move your hands to his hair— knowing you would try to pull him closer rather than push him away. He continued the assault on your cunt, his mouth and fingers creating utterly vulgar sounds that completely filled the room, adding to your humiliation. 
He slowed to a stop again and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from protesting. Once he knew your orgasm had faded, he slowly curled his fingers against your walls as his other hand reached down to pull out his phone. He eyed it, then set it on the bed next to your thigh. 
“If you give me what I want, I can speed all this up and give you what you want.” 
“You’ll let me go?” That made him chuckle. 
“That’s not what you really want.” The worst part is that it wasn’t… You wanted your orgasm that he’s been teasing you with for the past few minutes. 
“You still haven’t told me what you want.” You said, changing the subject. 
“Right to business then. Alright.” He removed his fingers suddenly and your hips flinched forward, chasing the pleasure. “I need to know the code to disarm the alarm at your work.” 
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have access to that.” You said nervously, making him sigh. 
“Please don’t waste my time. Tell me and I’ll make you come. If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to resort to more… unconventional methods.” You tried not to scoff at that— how is this not already unconventional? 
“What are you going to do with it?” 
“I’m not going to do anything. All I have to do is to get you to talk, by any means necessary, and I’m very dedicated to my job. That’s why I stalked you for a couple weeks— to get to know you.” Your breath caught in your throat at the admission. How did you not notice that you were being stalked for weeks? “Unfortunately your family isn’t in the picture and you don’t really have friends— you definitely don’t have a boyfriend. All of that really limited my options. Luckily I like a challenge.” He smirked and you waited anxiously for where he was going with this. 
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tortured people before. But after watching you for so long, I knew I needed to do something special. You deserve so much more than just water boarding or a beating.”
“You’re fucking sick.” You whispered, trying not to cry at the fact that this was not his worst.
“I could’ve threatened to rape you instead— obviously I still would’ve done it after I got what I wanted— but I had a feeling you’d respond better to this. So, you give me what I want and I’ll make you come, it’s as simple as that.” 
“Fuck you.” You spat, making him chuckle and check the clock on the nightstand for the time. 
“I’m trying to be nice, sweetheart, but if you don’t give me what I want… I will hurt you.” He condescended. “And not in a normal way— no, that would be a missed opportunity.” He leaned over you until his breath fanned your lips. “You don’t give me what I want, and I fuck your ass instead. No lube, no prep, just my fat cock splitting you open until you beg for mercy.” He said lowly. You tried not to show any outward signs of fear, but judging by the look on his face, you knew you were unsuccessful. “And I won’t give it to you. I’ll keep fucking you until you eventually pass out from the pain, but even then I still won’t stop. You’ll tell me everything I want to know and more, just to have the slightest chance of me stopping.” Your body trembled as you stared up at him, watching his gaze move all over your face as he studied you. 
“Now,” He whispered, “are you going to give me what I want or am I going to have to hurt you?” Your brows furrowed as you thought, trying not to cry. Maybe he’s bluffing? “Is this really worth getting raped in the ass over?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. When you remained silent, paralyzed in fear, he hummed and pursed his lips, then leaned back up. He flipped you onto your stomach and when you heard the zipper on his pants go down, you started thrashing. He placed a firm hand on your upper back to hold you down as he freed his cock. 
“Wait!” You yelled, when you felt his length brush your ass. “Wait— please, I- I’ll tell you, just please don’t.” You cried, anxiously awaiting his next move. “Please— I’m sorry, Jackson. I’ll tell you.” You rushed out, breathing growing more labored as panic and fear consumed you. 
“If you lie, I’ll know, and I’ll do it anyway.” 
“I- I won’t, I promise.” You whimpered as he picked up the phone, then a moment later, held it to his ear. 
“Yeah.. Are you ready for it?” You listened anxiously. “Go ahead.” He said, talking to you now. You told him and he repeated it back into the phone. “Good. Alright, let me know.” He tossed the phone back onto the bed. 
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You were starting to relax now that the threat wasn’t there anymore, but calming down made you feel all of the other emotions at the same time— anger for being stupid enough to fall for his charm, shame for enjoying the way he was pleasuring you, guilt for betraying your work so easily, and worst of all, desperation. You were desperate for more, and both of you knew that. 
You let out a choked sob and he removed his hand from your back but you didn’t move, you just buried your face into the sheets and cried. 
“You’re a crier?” He said, almost disgusted. “Those are the worst people to work with— actually I shouldn’t say people. It’s the women who cry, and usually before I even get to the fun part. The men that do cry at least wait until after they’ve been tortured for a while.” You couldn’t respond, not when you were focusing so hard on trying to take in oxygen through sporadic breaths with your face in the sheets. You were just glad he wasn’t pushing on your lungs anymore. 
“God- will you quit it already?” He snapped, making you flinch. He suddenly leaned over you, his cock laying heavy on your ass. He brushed your hair back to see your face, then roughly grabbed a fistful to turn your head enough to make eye contact. “As long as you didn’t lie, you have nothing to worry about… So what’s the problem?” You knew he wasn’t genuinely asking.  
“I- I,” You couldn’t hold down the sob crawling up your throat. “Please don’t. Please— I gave you what you want.” You whimpered, making him raise his brows, as if to say, really?
“Have you ever been raped before?” He suddenly asked, making you let out another quiet sob. 
“No…”   
“You’ll live.” He shrugged, as if that made it better. “Sure you’ll think about this every day for the rest of your life and you’ll hate yourself for craving it again, but you’ll survive.” You let out a stifled whimper and squeezed your eyes shut. “You won’t even hate me more than you’ll hate yourself, you know why? Cause all I did was give you what you want. You’re the sick fuck who actually enjoyed being raped.” 
“Please stop.” You whimpered, wincing when he tightened his grip on your hair. 
“I bet you really do want me to rape your ass. Are you just being coy, baby?” He cooed and you violently shook your head to disagree. “Let me ask again.” He reached down and shoved two fingers in your cunt. “Do you want me to rape your ass?” He repeated, barking out a laugh when you sobbed harder, but clenched down on his fingers. “God you’re fucking disgusting. No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend. I mean, who would want to date a girl who practically belongs in a brothel for fucks sake?” He started moving his fingers inside you, making you choke on a moan. 
“Actually— not even that. You’re not worth any amount of money. You belong on the streets, just a free use whore for anyone who needs a warm hole to fuck, isn’t that right?”
“Fuck you.” You muttered weakly. 
“Did I strike a nerve?” He cooed mockingly, curling his fingers inside you just a little bit faster. “Surely with a body like this you must be used to people objectifying you by now.” You weren’t. At least not to your face. 
“How’d you even get your job, huh? You fuck your boss?” You bit the inside of your cheek to try and ground yourself, not let your emotions consume you. “Did this run through little cunt get you a promotion? Even if it didn’t, I’m sure the only reason you were hired was so that your coworkers could have a pretty little thing to look at everyday.” He snickered. Even though you knew that everything he was saying wasn’t true, tears were still brimming in your eyes from his words. 
“Sluts like you are the worst kind. No one likes it when you play hard to get, that defeats the whole purpose of being a whore.” He removed his fingers from your cunt, making you hiss at the sudden loss. When he leaned back up and picked up his phone, you didn’t turn to face him, you just remained still. 
“Lucky girl. Thank you for your cooperation.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Now that business is done, I’d say we’re long overdue for some pleasure, wouldn’t you? Get up on your knees.” He moved off of you to let you rise up, but quickly stopped you. “Did I say on your hands? You don’t deserve to be fucked with dignity.” He roughly shoved your head forward until you landed against the mattress with a grunt. “You deserve to be fucked like the whore you are. Now stick that ass up, you don’t want me to tell you again.” You adjusted your position on your knees and felt the bed shift as he moved behind you. 
“Jackson, please.” You whimpered, turning your head to the side so he could hear you. You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore. He ignored you and lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing the thick head through your folds, spreading your arousal. 
“You better hope your whore pussy isn’t too loose because if you can’t make me feel good, I’ll have to use a different hole.” As if to emphasize his point, he placed the tip of his cock against your asshole, making you stiffen. He quickly went back down to your cunt, then applied some pressure. When your walls finally gave in to the intrusion, you cried out at the stretch and tried to move away, making him grab your hips to hold you still. 
“Ah, ah, ah— keep that fucking back arched.” He placed a hand on you and pushed down until your lower back was bent uncomfortably. “That’s it. Good little slut… Ready for more?” Before you could answer, his hips were snapping forward until he was flush with your ass, making you all but scream at the sudden force. Because of his hand holding you down, you couldn’t move away and the pressure of his hips against your ass was bending your back almost painfully. 
“Huh… Tighter than I thought it’d be.” He said, almost to himself. And you had to keep from saying ‘no fucking shit’ because of the way he was stretching your walls to their limit. He started up a slow, but hard pace, dragging out, then snapping back in. Each thrust made you scream and he moved his hand from your hip to push your face into the sheets. 
“Jesus- shut the fuck up already. You may want everyone in this damn hotel to know that you’re being fucked stupid right now, but I don’t. My line of work requires discretion.” Your moans quieted a bit and he let go of your head and leaned back up. 
“And just so we’re on the same page, sweetheart, if you attract any attention and someone comes to the room, I’ll kill them and then you. I don’t need you alive for this part so you better do everything you can to convince me not to break your fucking neck.” He growled and you let out a muffled sob. His thrusts sped up, and you bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood so that you’d stay quiet. 
“God- you fucking love this shit, don’t you? I might even have to keep you as a full time fuck toy.” You whimpered at the horrible thought, even though it made your clit throb. “Yeah I bet you’d like that too. Wouldn’t have to worry about anything else but pleasing me— no job, no social life, I’d take the burden completely off your shoulders and let you live the way you were meant to; as a worthless little fleshlight, desperate for cock anywhere you can get it.” 
You’ve never been talked to like this before. Sure, past partners have indulged in some of your kinks, but never to this extent, and never this well. You could feel your mind slipping away from you too. The longer he fucked you, the harder it was to remember why you didn’t want him to.  
“Are you on birth control?” He suddenly asked. You were confused about why he would care about being safe now, when you’re already in the middle of the act. 
“No…?”
“Of course you’re not. God it’s like you’re fucking begging to be knocked up.” You suddenly realized how this night was going to end and it was like a bucket of ice water was poured on your head. 
“W-wait,” You started lifting yourself into your elbows, but he placed a hand on the back of your neck and forced you down, keeping you there as he shushed you. 
“There's no need to panic. It’s your own fault for not protecting yourself.” You let out a choked sob and he pushed you down harder into the bed to muffle your sounds. “And anyway, this is what you were made for so how about you just stop fucking whining and be a good little breeding bitch.” You were crying again now, almost hyperventilating into the sheets, but he didn’t let up, he just held you down harder and fucked you faster. 
“I can’t say I necessarily want kids myself but maybe every nine months I’ll auction you off to the highest bidder— let you really fulfill your life’s purpose.” You couldn’t tell if this was a meaningless threat or not. “I’ll still whore you out during the nine months though, don’t worry. I’m not completely cruel.” He snickered. His thrusts were growing more erratic now and his breathing was getting more and more labored. 
“Don’t you like that idea, baby? I’ll strap you down to a breeding bench and let all of those disgusting men that you pretend you’re above have a turn with whichever hole they want. You’ll be so fucking covered in come by the end of it that you won’t even recognize yourself.” He roughly grabbed your hair and pulled your head back uncomfortably, making you cry out. “I’d still have my fun with you though, don’t worry. No matter how many cocks you take in those pathetic little fuck holes, you’ll still be mine.” The softness of his tone was a harsh contrast to his words, making your head spin. The speed in which he pulled out and flipped you over made your head spin even more though. He leaned back over you and grabbed your cheeks with one hand while the other positioned his cock at your entrance again, pushing back in. 
“Tell me you’re mine.” He said quietly and your brows furrowed as you looked away. “Tell me, baby. Tell me this whore body is mine to use however I want.” You whined loudly and he gripped your face tighter. 
“I’m yours.” You whispered, bottom lip trembling. He jerked his hand back and slapped you across the cheek before placing it on your neck and squeezing hard. You looked away from him as a scared whimper escaped you. 
“What was that?” 
“I’m yours! I- I’m yours…” You sobbed out. His lips curled up into a satisfied smirk. 
“Tell me you’re only good for being my cocksleeve.” 
“I- I’m only good for being your cocksleeve.” You whimpered. 
“Tell me you’re my breeding bitch whose only purpose is to make babies and take cock.” He growled, grip tightening on your neck. You whined and squeezed your eyes shut, then shook your head. “You know it’s true so fucking tell me.” He warned, pushing down on your windpipe until you gasped for air. 
“I’m your breeding- bitch whose only purpose is…” You were actually struggling to breathe now, barely able to get the words out, but he didn’t seem to care, “to make babies and take cock.” You wheezed, making him loosen his grip. You gasped in a breath as your chest heaved. 
“That’s right. Now… I know I said if you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you want… and I can feel how your pathetic cunt’s about to cream all over my cock, but… like you said, your only purpose is to make babies and take cock. Breeding bitches don’t need orgasms.” The choked sob you let out was probably the worst part of all of this because it was genuine. You really were getting close and you were looking forward to that release— for one moment to just forget what was happening. 
“No- no, please.” You whimpered, eyes filling with tears for an entirely new, more humiliating, reason. “Please, Jackson, I’ve been good. I- I did what you said— I gave you what you wanted.” You cried, bottom lip wobbling. 
“I know, honey.” He cooed condescendingly. “Other than the insolence and fighting back, you’ve been so good, haven’t you?” Your frown deepened at that. 
“Please, I’m sorry— I’m sorry, just please let me come,” Your voice had a whiny edge to it that you couldn’t control. 
“You poor thing… Look at me, baby, there you go.” Once you were staring into those hypnotizing blue eyes, he continued, voice much lower now. “I want you… to remember this moment. I want you to remember the way you begged your rapist to let you come.” You swallowed down a whimper, throat bobbing under his hand. 
“The next time you think you’re anything more than a pair of tits and a set of holes, think of this moment.” Your brows furrowed and you bit your trembling lip, trying not to cry. No matter how much you wished to deny it though, his words had you barreling toward your orgasm. “Do you understand?” He asked softly and you nodded, making his grip tighten on your neck. 
“Yes.” You whispered, voice shaking. 
“Good. Now I’m tired of listening to your fucking whining.” He said, pulling out, then flipping you back onto your knees and pushing your head down as he filled you again. He was chasing his orgasm now— his thrusts growing more frenzied and desperate, quiet grunts getting just a little bit louder. He brought his other hand up to join the one on your back, using it to hold himself up and keep you down at the expense of your lungs and breathing. 
“God- I can feel your pathetic little fuck hole clenching down on my cock. Are you close?” All you could do to respond was make a muffled noise against the sheets. “You better not fucking come.” He spat. “You don’t want that pretty neck broken do you?” He asked, softer, making you let out a loud sob. 
He was pounding you ruthlessly now, hips smacking your ass so hard you’d probably bruise. His balls hitting your clit with every thrust made you jolt each time and it was getting harder to stave off your orgasm. His movements started to slow but became rougher, almost pushing you forward from the intensity. When he finally stilled with a low groan, you whined and shifted uncomfortably. You could feel hot come filling you up with each twitch of his cock and every time he tried to push a little deeper, your back arched even more, to the point where it was starting to hurt, rather than just feel uncomfortable. He let out a heavy breath and pulled out, then sat back on his heels as he pulled your folds apart. 
Hour two
(I know it’s cut kind of awkwardly but this one shot turned into 18k words so I had to cut it somewhere skdhdk)
I have some questions rq. Pls answer🙏🏻
I was maybe thinking of saying “hour 1” etc instead of “part 1” for each part since.. yk it takes place over the course of serveral hours lol. Is that dumb? Should I just keep it as “part 1”?
Also I chose the title when the fic was only the length of part 1 and im not sure if I should keep it or not so lmk if you think I should make it something that relates to the whole fic rather than just one comment in the first part lol
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