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ok this is completely out of left field considering that this is almost entirely an anime blog but if anyone watches the show The Boys pls message me because I am dying to talk to someone about it
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the feminine urge to fuck despicable fictional characters
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i finally watched the jjk movie today and holy hell that shit was good. gojo’s dub voice?? rocked my whole entire body like a goddamn hurricane
#▪️chats▪️#jujutsu kaisen#I’m writing a Geto fic now#and I will actually post this one soon#i pinky promise
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ima revive this account because ummm fuck school i wanna write fanfic instead. stay tuned for Mahito being terrible <3
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I heard we’re reviving the deathnote fandom so i figured it was a good time to revive my account hehe
Word count: 1.5k
Relationship: L x reader (written from L’s perspective👀)
Content tags/warnings: kinda cute but definitely smut, first blowjob, head pushing
If that all sounds good, proceed :)
You bring me coffee sometimes. You set it down between me and the computer screen, and tell me that you added enough sugar to make it taste good. You usually haven’t added enough, but I don’t particularly mind.
What you haven’t realized is that I have no difficulty staying awake when I’m working on a case that interests me. I actually only ever have difficulty with falling asleep. It would be more efficient for both of us if you stopped bringing me coffee. But you keep doing it, and I don’t tell you to stop. I should tell you to stop, but I don’t, and I tell myself that surely you wouldn’t keep fetching drinks for me if it was a serious hindrance to your work. You only come visit me, and my dark room, and my glowing computer monitor, for the good of the case. It’s completely rational.
I have to be rational - I know that no distraction is more important than this puzzle, this chase, the net I’m weaving from this room, and so I don’t talk to you for long when you visit. You ask me how things are going - you always ask such vague questions - and I tell you that I’m making progress. I feel tempted to tell you this even when it isn’t true. This may be because I believe you’ll be more successful in your work if your morale is high. There are other possibilities, as well.
Not knowing is unfamiliar, and it bothers me. I don’t know why I want to stop you from worrying, or why I drink your coffee every night even when you’ve gotten the sugar ratio all wrong. And I don’t know why you take the time to bring me coffee at all, because I don’t really believe that your motivations are rational. I do believe that you would sit down next to me, if I had a second chair. But I’m still not quite sure why, and I’d like to know with 100% accuracy before I make any decisions.
Of course, the probability goes down to 0% if no one decides anything...
You bring sugar packets with the coffee tonight. You smile and say, “I thought that you might want to do it yourself. I can tell when you don’t like it, you know.”
I didn’t know, but I make note of it. “Thank you,” I say. “I find coffee disgusting by itself. I prefer hot chocolate, actually.”
Your face turns a bit pink, and you say, “I’m sorry. I could bring you that tomorrow.” I want to invite you to sit down, but there is still only one chair in the room. I should have planned for this. There’s a reason I didn’t. I’m productive alone. I’m a genius, alone. Still...
“Coffee’s fine,” I say. “The sugar makes it much better.” My yawn afterwards is performative, but the exhaustion it belies is certainly real.
“You’ve got bags under your eyes,” you say. Then you flush, again. You color the most at the high points of your cheeks. “They don’t look bad or anything. I just - you seem really tired.”
“I am,” I say. “I’ve had approximately six hours of sleep in the last two nights, and I need at least five per night to function at full capacity. It’s not ideal.”
“Definitely not.” You don’t look tired, although you’ve been awake late, as well. You have bright eyes, and they’re still bright now. Long eyelashes, too. And I like the pink in your cheeks. I’d like it to stay there.
“Why do they send you every night?” I ask.
“They don’t send me,” you say.
I smile, lean back on my heels, and tear open a sugar packet.
“Do you need anything else?” you ask. “Other than sleep.”
I empty a second packet, then a third. “Nothing, besides a breakthrough.”
“Or maybe just a break.” Your tone has changed, now, although I don’t quite know how, or what it’s meant to reflect. I find it relaxing, though, enough that I let myself slide from crouching to sitting in my chair.
“Perhaps. A short break could actually improve my efficiency tonight.” I pause, here. My mind really is slower when I’m sitting down.
“Do you want company?” You lean over the desk, and your hand lands close to mine. You smile white and you blush pink, and a lock of hair falls over your eye.
There is no chair. I could say yes, if there was one. But there is no chair, because I planned to make myself work alone, even if you came, when you came -
“I’ll sit on the floor,” you say. “Don’t worry.”
I nod my assent, and you take your seat, leaning back on your hands. When I talk to you, I lean over the arm of my chair. “I’ve calculated some probabilities you might be interested in,” I say.
“With all due respect to your brilliance, I don’t think I need you to tell me.” You look up at me from the floor and take hold of the seat of my chair. It turns on its base if you move it, and you pull it until I’ve turned 90 degrees to face you. “They really don’t send me to visit you. I come all by myself.”
I like the sight of you underneath me, so much that I feel compelled to turn my gaze away. It lands on the coffee cup, open, full nearly to the brim. “You don’t have to bring anything,” I say. “Next time. You can just come up. Talk to me.”
From the corner of my eye, I see you tilt your head, and your hair fall away from your face. “Won’t that be a distraction?”
“Yes.” I turn away from the coffee cup and look at you, sitting at my feet as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. I’m not used to feeling this chair at my back. I’m not used to feeling this - this.
You giggle - it’s unnatural, hearing such a light sound in this place - and pull yourself closer. “Well, then. What should we talk about?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I’m not very good at... that.” There’s a decent chance that you want to come even closer, but my legs are in the way. And it would be vulgar to part them. Presumptuous. Especially considering what you’ve surely already noticed -
“We’ll be quiet, then.” You rise to your knees and push the offending limbs to either side. “There are other things worth doing.”
You deserve a better light than the harsh glow of a computer. You deserve a better place, and a better reason than - what? An attraction to intelligence, maybe, or pity -
I don’t let myself go down that train of thought. For once - just this once - I can leave something unconsidered.
You’ve tied back some of your hair. I can see your face, and watch your tongue, softer than any hand, brush over me for the first time. I don’t wonder how I taste, or how I compare - these are thoughts for later. You’re slow, at first, and warm. Some of your hair falls out of its tie and laps at my skin, but you pay it no mind. You tease me, you coax me, you cover me, and I shudder when you pull away.
There’s saliva hanging from your lips, and I feel the urge to reach down and spread it across your face. “If you want to,” you say, “push my head down at the end. I’ll like it.”
I lean back in my chair - now, it feels like my throne - and grip the armrests. There’s not an inch you haven’t touched, but I still want you to take more. I could make you take it, I realize, shove down and shove up and fuck your throat until you’re tugging back against my hand. But I wait. You’re better than I ever could have imagined, and you only said at the end...
I want you like this every night. I can take the time. I can earn it. In front of my eyes flashes a picture of how you might look with your shirt unbuttoned, or on your knees with nothing at all. Every night, every night, every single night - I take the back of your head and pull you tight between my hips, driving everything I have into you.
You take it easily and smile and sit back on your heels. “We don’t have to talk,” you say. “I’ll bring you another coffee tomorrow night.” Your hair comes down, and I push mine back from my face.
“Tomorrow,” I repeat. Tomorrow, and the night after, and the next...
You grab a sugar packet before you leave. It takes a minute for me to laugh at this, and another several before I can turn back to the work ahead of me.
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ofc not this is a serious matter
i was not fuckin kidding about hiromi higaruma smut
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I am going to call pillow talk “blanket statements” from now on
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I wanna do kinktober SO badly but I don’t have time to write every day fuck college
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"i could fix him" yeah? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny
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um. UM -
Cover of tankoubon vol. 17
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Stay tuned ‼️
-TOHOKUU’S HALLOWEEN COLLAB-
what is it ?
- NSFW HALLOWEEN COLLAB
who is it for ?
- ANYONE 18+
- ateez, txt, jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, my hero academia, tokyo revengers, attack on titan and demon slayer.
prompt
- the main theme for this collab is horror. the criteria is to write a piece with horror/fantasy/slasher themes incorporated into it. an example would be, vampire ! seonghwa or demon ! toji. anything is welcome except the no’s listed in my byf/dni here.
- do not pick a theme that has already been chosen !! for example, if serial killer ! toji has been given twice, the first to send the ask receives the theme.
- dark content is welcomed.
requirement
- all works must be posted by nov 3rd, 2021. if there is a last minute delay, communicate with me and we can figure it out.
- work must be a minimum of 400 words
- tag me in your works when they’re posted so they could be added to the masterlist or tag them as #hadeshalloweencollab
- all works must be properly tagged
- all characters must be 18+
how to enter ?
- like & reblog this post, send an ask stating your character/idol, the trope or theme and I will get back to you on it asap !
send an ask if you are interested. i’ll add you to the masterlist that will be updated right under this cut. reblogs are heavily appreciated !!
- moots and non moots are both welcome !
tagging : @sxlver-sweet
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stalker ! tanjiro - @spidermilfs
vampire ! ran- @sxlver-sweet
succubus ! ymir - @togeverse
mad scientist ! mahito - @cursed-domain
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Kiss kiss fall in love
No reposts plsss
#▪️reblogs▪️#god fucking damn it#they’re so pretty#artist you are amazing I love you#also#when I get my ears pierced I want Geto’s earrings#hopefully soon#ok byeee
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Due to my current stage in life I’m only having college-related smut ideas and I feel like it’s gonna get old real fast
this is absolutely a plea for validation
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Ok ok obviously Nanami looks beautiful in a suit but I would DIE to see him in gray sweatpants -
that’s all I hope y’all have a great day
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5 stars, absolutely delivered, I hated it <3
If you want your boyfriend roasted, hit my line.
I do : roasting at first glance, opinions upon learning his name, roasting of his interests, roasting of his choice of hobbies, finding his lookalike in my wide variety of meme pictures, getting him a quirky or gross nickname and so on
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back-to-school special (not safe for class)
the usual jjk filth, but in dorms, libraries, and lecture halls, courtesy of a college freshman with questionable time management priorities
18+, read the cw before proceeding pls and thanks
Characters: one drabble each for Geto, Naoya, Sukuna, Mahito, + Gojo
WC ~2k total
Cw: public sex/exhibitionism, masturbation, non-con with student/teacher relationship (the naoya one)
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GETO
Geto slinks out from behind a bookshelf, catching your attention by grabbing your wrist. “Finally,” he sighs, smiling down at you past the bags under his eyes.
“Finally what?”
“Two things.” He holds up his index finger. “First, I’m finally done studying. For today, anyways.” Another finger pops up. “And the second… well, sweetheart, the second is that you’re here, and you don’t seem to be particularly busy.” He grins. “The library isn’t all that busy, either. Especially up here. Just stacks and stacks of books, and not a single person to see anything.” He tugs gently on your arm, directing you towards a particularly desolate corner. “Let me… demonstrate.”
You hesitate before following.
“I’ve been here all day,” he reminds you. “I’ll be here again tomorrow, too. And the next day. It’s so stressful. I could really use an outlet.” He runs his other hand through your hair, and you can’t help but relax at his gentle touch. “You’ve been working so hard, too. I think you deserve a break as well.”
Deep in the stacks, there is an empty row on a shelf, just the right height for you to brace your arms when he folds you over. You squirm, trying to find a comfortable position as he pushes just enough clothing out of the way. “Good girl,” he says, giving your hand an approving squeeze as he eases into you from behind. “You’re exactly what I needed. Stay just like this, alright?” He lets go of your hand to grab your hips, sighing deeply as they collide with his. “You’re perfect.”
His movements are faster, now, losing their precision as he fucks roughly into your waiting cunt. “I’ll use you up,” he whispers, his silver tongue suddenly coarse and harsh. “Every night, until I’ve fucked out all the pressure and tension of the day, until you’re dumb and useless and I’m completely satisfied.” He holds you tight, nails digging into your hips, face nestled by your ear. “Alright, sweetheart?”
Your own nails dig into the skin of your wrists as you struggle to stay upright. You hear yourself agree, even so. As his cock pounds unyieldingly into you, you find even your will to stay quiet slowly slip away, replaced by irrepressible moans and gasps of please don’t stop.
He doesn’t stop. Not until you’re half-whispering that it’s too much, not until the greed that blazes across his face behind your back fades to a pleasant, hazy smile.
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NAOYA
“Sit.” Naoya points to the desk you’ve just risen from, smirking as you struggle to ease yourself back into the cramped seat. You stay there as he closes the classroom door, trepidation swelling in your stomach as he locks it. It has a small window, but you can’t see it from the corner where you’re sitting. The room will look empty to anyone passing by.
He returns to his desk, stopping at it long enough to close the presentation on his computer. “You haven’t said anything since I asked you to stay back. That’s unusual. You’re usually so eager to share your opinions.” The room isn’t large. It only takes him a few strides before he’s standing over you, his hands falling harshly on your desk. “I’d go so far as to say you relish it. Especially when it gives you a chance to argue with me.” His long, smooth nails tap slowly as he waits for your response. “I know you want to speak. Look at you. I can see the words frothing behind your lips.”
“I have another class…” you murmur. “I need to go soon…”
You hand strays too close to his, and he grabs your wrist, yanking you up from your seat. “You’ll stay here for as long as you need to. There’s no point in sending you off to other classes right now. I’m sure you’d be just as - as mouthy in those.”
You protest. “I’m not -“
“Just here, then,” he fumes, willfully misunderstanding your words. “You’re so intent on garnering my attention, aren’t you? There are better ways to do that, you know.” You try yanking your wrist away, but his grasp is vice-tight. “I’d have had a much better impression of you if you’d just sat there and never raised your hand. Leaning forward at your desk to take notes was more than enough to catch my attention. I’m sure that was intentional, wasn’t it?” You shake your head. “It was. And every time you open your mouth, you know what you’re doing. No one is as insufferable as you without a reason.”
As soon as your eyes dart towards the door, his palm slaps against your cheek. “Don’t even try to leave. I’m sure you’ve noticed my family name on the buildings here. I could get you thrown out of this school if I wanted. I could end your fucking career before it even started. Understand?”
You hang your head. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” A firm hand weaves through your hair, yanking you against his body before pushing you to the floor. “Mouth open.”
You flatten your expression and do what he says, suppressing your fear and disgust and hatred when he shoves his cock past your tongue. The only thing you can’t keep down is the gag that bursts from your throat, forcing you back.
He doesn’t give you any respite. Only a slap!and a sharp pull forward. “You’ll be staying after class every day from now on,” he decides, indifferent to the choking sounds again echoing through his classroom. “You clearly have a lot to learn.”
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SUKUNA
His fingers tighten around your throat, pressing the back of your head hard against the mirror on the door. “I told you to wait for me.”
“I did…”
“Wait patiently.” His nails dig into the naked softness of your thighs. “That’s exactly what I said. I remember it very clearly. Did you forget?”
You would shake your head if he let you move. But he’s forcing you to stay still. “I just really liked being in your room all alone,” you whisper. “And it was taking you a second to get here… so I started thinking about what you’d do.”
“You didn’t even lock the door.” He loosens his grip on your neck just enough to shift his hand and sink his teeth into your skin. “You were touching yourself on my bed, naked, with the door unlocked.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be.” His voice is low, practically growling into your ear. “I was… disappointed in you at first. But now I’m just excited. Do you want to know why?”
“Yes.”
“Because now that you’ve done something wrong, I get to try out all my ideas.” When he pulls back from your bite-mottled neck, he’s grinning, sharp teeth gleaming even from the dim lamp light of the room.
You shudder, unsure of whether to be eager or terrified. “What ideas?”
“Let’s see…” His eyes widen, and he laughs to himself, giving you a moment to steep in its sinister effect before going on. “Since you don’t seem to care all that much about your own privacy, I think I should just cast you out into the hall. Dressed exactly how you are now.”
“I’m not dressed at all,” you protest, attempting to shield your exposed body from his gaze with a quickly-halted turn.
“That’s the point.” He laughs again, and tugs you, by your neck, away from the door as he cracks it open. “The bathroom isn’t that far away. Maybe you’ll be able to make it without anyone seeing you.”
“But…” You whine helplessly, not even bothering to struggle against his grip. “Please don’t do that. I’ll do anything else you want.”
“Hmm.” He releases your neck, slamming the door shut again before roughly shoving your face into his mattress. “Let me tell you about my other ideas, first. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you choose a favorite.
“mmph”
“I could open the blinds and fuck you against the window until you attract an audience.” A sharp slap to your thighs punctuates the end of the sentence. “Or we could use one of those toys I bought for you. With the windows open, so everyone can hear the pathetic way you cry when I edge you.” Another strike nearly makes you cry out. “Or I could wait. Let you off for tonight and punish you when you least expect it. I might enjoy that option the most.” He nods to himself. “I want you looking over your shoulder all week. Squeezing your legs together, wondering when I’ll be between them again.”
You squeal as his heavy palm lands with another heavy smack on your red skin.
“Until then, I want nothing to do with you.”
“But -”
“Maybe if you beg me, I won’t draw things out for too long. But that’s a question to consider tomorrow. For now-” he yanks you up from your position on his bed, casting you onto the floor where your clothes lie in a crumpled pile. “You have twenty seconds before I kick you into the hallway. Regardless of your state of dress.”
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MAHITO
You cross one leg over the other, struggling to carry out the maneuver in the narrow space between lecture desks. Changing your position doesn’t give you any relief - in fact, squeezing your thighs together makes things worse. Thankful for your spot in the second-to-last row, you ease your phone from your backpack’s smallest pocket, praying that your closest neighbors can’t see the way you’re shaking.
too much, you say. Can i have a break? There’s no response. Please? Please. Pleaseee
Still nothing. Your clench your empty fist against your armrest, forcing yourself to breath slowly instead of panting and writhing like you’d do in private.
I’m gonna go to the bathroom right now and take it out.
This time, you get a response instantly.
Do that and I’ll kill you :)
You turn your head. Mahito is staring at you from the corner of the back row, eyes wide and innocent, his right hand still holding his phone as his left hand toys with a small rectangle under the table. He smirks at you before pressing on the remote, turning the vibrator up so much that it takes everything not to jolt out of your seat. As you turn back around, sweat beading on your temple, another message lights up your phone.
You’re sitting in the front row next time, it says. And I’ll make sure you cum <3
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GOJO
Let me innn, says the newest message on your phone.
It’s 1am. You crack the door open anyways.
“She’s sleeping,” you whisper, casting a nervous glance at your roommate. “I don’t wanna wake her up…”
“Be quiet, then.” Gojo’s index finger traces up your jawline, and his palm wraps over your mouth. “Very, very quiet.”
You exhale sharply as his second hand slides gently up your thigh, working its way underneath the soft, loose shorts you wore to bed.
He shakes his head. “You’re being noisy already,” he sighs. “Poor baby. And your poor roommate. You’re gonna have to move in with me if she finds out.”
You step out into the hallway, pressing the full length of your body against his. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Then you could be as loud as you wanted.” With a dramatic sigh, you pull away. “It’s really too bad. A couple hours ago, I had the room all to myself. Maybe next time I’ll tell you about it.” Grinning devilishly, you slide back behind your door and lock it, resisting the urge to laugh aloud when you hear him groan from the other side.
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{jjk men + taking a break mid blowjob}
let’s say you’ve been. Working. For a while. Your jaw is all tired out and your concentration is slipping as you struggle to repress your gag reflex. So you sit back on your heels, look up with nice big, apologetic eyes, and ask if you can please have just a little break. What happens next?
5 drabbles of ~1k total
featuring: toji, sukuna, mahito, naoya, nanami (his is intentionally placed last. it’s like aftercare <33)
cw: nsfw - oral sex (duh), gags/restraints, impact play, mean characters being mean <33
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TOJI
“Already?”
“Ah-huh.” Your tongue is still hanging from your mouth, drool pooling on its curled surface.
He grins slyly, pushing stray hair from your face with a thickly veined hand. “I told you I’d be too big for you, princess.”
“No…” You press forward, but that single hand is enough to keep you in place, holding your face and pressing your cheeks together. “‘S not-”
“I thought you needed a break.” He shrugs lazily, making sure you’re watching before giving his cock a languid stroke. “I can be nice. I could let you just sit pretty and watch. That what you want?” Your pout only makes him laugh. “I’ll still cum on you, if you sit still. Don’t pretend that isn’t your favorite part.”
He’s squeezing your face so hard that manipulating your mouth into words is difficult. You whine instead, practically drooling as you watch him pleasure himself in front of you.
“Hm?” He released your face, keeping two fingers underneath it to guide your gaze upwards. “You gotta use your words with me. You know you won’t get anything if you don’t.”
“Don’t want a break anymore,” you mumble.
“Hm?”
“Please,” you say, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Don’t want a break. Want your cock, please.”
“You sure? You said -”
“Please.” You can’t break your eyes away from the easy movements of his hand. You know he’s doing it just to aggravate you, but it’s working so well you don’t even care. “Thank you.”
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SUKUNA
You don’t manage to say a thing. You barely manage to get your mouth free before he reaches down to shove three fingers inside your mouth, choking you almost as deep as he expects you to take his cock with every stroke. “Did I tell you to stop?”
You shake your head.
“Did I tell you that you could stop without permission?” When you drop your eyes, his nails dig into your scalp, tugging at your hair and forcing your gaze upwards. “Answer me.”
You shake your head again, cringing as he glances down at the drool sliding from your mouth.
“That was a very stupid thing to do, then, wasn’t it?” He laughs darkly at the gentle mmph you manage in response. “Don’t worry. We’re just going to try again. And this time you’re going to remember that I would rather watch you suffocate in front of me than give you a moment’s rest.”
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MAHITO
“Huh?” Mahito cocks his head, keeping his hands clenched firmly around the back of yours. “I don’t want you to stop, though.”
“But…” you smile weakly, and swipe the back of your hand across you mouth. “I’m tired…”
He tugs you forward, forcing your lips over the tip of his cock. “I don’t want you to stop. Okay?” He thrusts forward, cutting off any possibility of a response. “Okay,” he answers himself. When he glances down at you, there is something close to fondness in his eyes.
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NAOYA
He only ever lets you do this on your knees, and today the hard, cold wooden floor was too much for you to bear.
He was kind enough to let you rest on your back instead. All he required you to do in return was let him tie up your wrists before spreading your legs wide for the bar now slotted between your ankles. The ball of his foot, still clothed in a polished black shoe, presses into the side of your neck. Your inner thighs are still glowing red from the last two strikes of his paddle, and you swear that each round only makes him more vicious.
He sighs, looking down with mock pity as he presses harder on your neck. “I’ve explained so many times. All you have to do is apologize.” He shakes his head patronizingly as he reminds you. “Say you’re sorry, and I’ll forgive you for this little transgression. You’re a stupid little whore, but I think you can handle that much.” He lifts his foot from your windpipe, encouraging you once again to speak. “I’m waiting, sweetheart.”
You moan helplessly. It’s the only sound the dildo crammed into your mouth will allow. The strap extending from the base squeezes tightly against your scalp, sealing your mouth shut.
Naoya crouches over you, smirking. “How disappointing.” The paddle hits sharply and squarely between your legs, sending a shudder through your splayed body. “I really thought you’d have learned by now.”
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NANAMI
“Hm? A break?” Nanami shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
You shift between his legs, slowly grinding on the mattress beneath you. “‘m tired,” you murmur, resting your head on his thigh with a faintly teasing smile. “Just gimme a minute. We can just sit here.”
“No.” You look up suddenly as he leans forward to grab you by the waist. “You’d get bored if we did that.”
You shriek as you’re pulled up towards his chest and flipped over, deposited on your back. Your skirt, kept on until now, is quickly tugged around your ankles. “Kento-”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t give your mouth a break.” He plants a kiss on the inside of your thigh, his hands clamped tight over your waist. “But we’re not just going to stop.”
Your response turns into a wordless exhale as his tongue swipes across your cunt, easily finding your clit as it has so many times before, steady against the uncontrollable movement of your hips.
“I think this will be enough to keep both of us entertained, don’t you?”
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