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saekogun · a day ago
more nsfw twitter xiao because he's stuck in my head. warnings for noncon and somnophilia + nonconsensual recording. sub reader. under the cut due to content but it's short
thinking about never telling xiao that you know about his twitter account for the sake of keeping your friendship untense and removing the possibility of it being awkward. perhaps your morals aren't the greatest (stalking your close friends porn account just feels wrong, but to be fair, you didn't know it was his at first) so you simply leave it at that.
you hung out with him today, nothing too crazy, just went out for lunch and stayed over at his house watching movies and sleeping together after being tired from being out all day, nothing too special. there's a certain guilt that soars through your core at still checking if he posted any videos to his account tonight, considering how he often does on days you two hang out.
luckily for you, he did, but unluckily for you, the sight of just the thumbnail sends a shattering pain to your core, feeling your heart break into pieces. the thumbnail shows him in the same attire he wore when you two hung out today, the pretty large sweater you got him hanging over his body, though the jeans he wore are replaced instead with a cute skirt that he's flipping up to show the fact that his cock is balls deep into a pretty hole, this time a real one, not just the worn out fleshlight as usual. he's fucking a real person, meaning he must've fucked someone after you went home, someone who isn't you.
you've always liked xiao, maybe even loved him, so seeing such a thing burns at your core and yet you click play on the video despite your better judgement.
xiao is slow with how he moves, as though he's trying to not disturb whoever he's fucking. he let's out a soft whine at the feeling of warm walls wrapping around him so perfectly as though they're meant to be wrapped around him, a cute, low "my angel," falling out of his lips and you hear the person softly moan, though they sound oddly a little out of it. you can't help but tear up at the words, desperately wishing it was you under him instead of whoever it really was.
except when your jealous fog clears up, you realize something. that's your birthmark on the persons inner thigh. that's your skin color. that's your sweater that you were wearing today.
holy fuck. that's you.
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restingsomwhere4u · 2 days ago
I'm such a slut for somnophilia, like please oh pretty please wake me up with you dick. cum gushing out of me.
start with touching, gentle hear and there. but get rougher and rougher the more you get turned on.
use my pretty tits, fuck them, cum on them. cum on my face. leave me a fucking mess before slamming into my drenched pussy.
I'd wake up at this point. but I'd pretend to stay asleep...until my loud moaning gave me away. I came over and over again as you took what you wanted; as you fucked me awake and back to sleep again.
using all of my tight holes, leaving me a cum covered, used and abused mess.
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kurosukii · 8 hours ago
Farmer kita who works hard under the sun everyday and sees his obedient wife dilligently tending to the house and garden in her pretty sundress, getting to see your ass whenever you bend over and maybe if he just focuses a little harder he can make out the colour of your panties
His view is quickly blocked when his new neighbor comes up behind you clearly ignoring the finger on your ring and trying to chat about the flowers and the farm, accidentally running his Hands down your arms, telling you how pretty you look in that dress, kitas brain short circuits
He comes home at night to find you sleeping peacefully with your silky nightgown riding up giving him the perfect view of those panties he was trying to look at all day, he lowers his face, his nose rubbing your clip and just basks in your scent and warmth for a good 5 minutes realizing just how much he loves your pussy and just how much he wants to breed it.
You wake up with him taking out all his jealousy, stress and tension on your pussy, slepping your clit and feeling every inch inside, his chest covered with sweat cus he was trying to time himself exactly so you wake up with him creaming deep inside you. And he will definitely take you in every corner of the room, in every position taking you hard and fast but also slow and sensual just so each moan can reach his neighbour
Idk it's just 24/7 farmer kita brainrot for me
💠 anon
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demonmocns · a day ago
megumi and sleeping reader👀👀
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somno and megumi. crying blood rn.
cw/ somno, dubcon/noncon, use of “pretty girl”, unprotected sex
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dozing off on megumi’s lap while you watch a movie and slowly riling him up because you’re brushing up against his dick every time you shift in your sleep. he hisses under his breath at the friction and the barely-there warmth of your cunt rubbing into him just right. the layers separating your bodies only become more frustrating. unable to focus on the movie, megumi hooks his fingers into the waist of your lounge shorts and carefully tugs them down (he either takes your panties off with them or keeps them on if they’re one of his favorite pairs).
megumi resting his hands on your hips and gently rocking you against the bulge in his sweats, making you whimper each time your bare clit rubs on the fabric. you mumble a sleepy “‘gumi?” into his neck, but he immediately soothes you with the sweetest kisses on your temple and cheek. “go back to sleep, pretty girl, i’ve got you.” you nuzzle deeper into his shoulder and let your body relax, surrendering all control.  
megumi grinding you against his cock until you soak a slick patch on his sweats – until he can feel your pretty cunt pulsing even through the thick fabric. he tugs them down enough to pull his cock out and give it a few leisurely pumps. he takes a moment to slap the length against your folds and nudge your clit with the head, coaxing more precious moans from your pouty lips while slicking himself up. then you’re lifted up and gently eased onto his cock. megumi bites his lip to muffle his groans at the feeling of your snug cunt. he grips your ass tight and continues slowly bouncing you on his cock until every bare inch fits inside.
megumi lazily rutting into your cunt, thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing in slow circles. his lips press against your cheek, your temple, your forehead. he even praises you in a low whisper even though you’re fast asleep, telling you how well you’re taking him and how you’re being so good for him. he rubs your clit until he feels your orgasm hit, walls spasming and soaking his cock in a rush of warmth that has him rolling his hips in deeper thrusts. his own orgasm hits not too long after, sending hot spurts of cum into your cervix while he babbles under his breath about fucking you full.
as his high fades off, megumi keeps his cock buried inside you and drapes his arms around your waist, one hand reaching up to cradle the back of your head. you stay like this until you either wake up, now just as needy from having his cock inside you, or megumi gets tired as well and carries you to bed.
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vantastic210 · a day ago
minors dni
incubus!nanami sneak peak, fullfic is scheduled for this friday october 1st to kick off kinktober! message me if you’d like to be added to the tag list :P
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albedosangel · 13 hours ago
do yoy have any more nasty thots of abyss prince aether to share w us... Im so horny for him you have no idea 🥵🥵
tw dubcon/somnophilia under the cut!
aether has a thing for somnophilia, but specifically he likes pressing the messy head of his cock against your parted lips while you sleep. he likes the way your soft lips unconsciously wrap around the thick head and the way your velvety tongue seem to urge him to thrust deeper into your mouth. it’s just so cute how you know to serve him even when you’re fast asleep! it warms his heart so much that he’ll gently sneak under the sheets and pleasure you in return <3
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delicatedraco · 10 hours ago
Waking Theo up with a blowjob!
your mouth would be sliding lazily on his shaft, your body still a little tired after waking up. his salty taste danced on your tongue as you softly moaned around him.
“f-fucking hell,” theo groaned out, slowly waking up from a deep sleep. he saw your lips wrapped around him, and it sent him wild. he might’ve still been tired but it didn’t stop him from threading his fingers through the strands of your hair, gripping it tight and pushing your head down until your nose hit his pubic bone. “even when I’m sleeping, you’re never fucking satisfied, hmm?” he hummed, making his statement a question. “tell me,” he softly demanded, not wanting to go full-dom on you.
you pulled your mouth off of him, slowly pumping him with your hand. “just wanted to help, daddy. it looked like it hurt.”
“yeah?” he smirked down at you as your lips found the tip of his cock. “f-fuck, baby. you’re such a good little girl for making daddy’s cock feel good. m’gonna have to return the favor once your done,” he said, forcing his cock back into your mouth, his tip brushing the back of your throat. “that’s it,” he hissed. “just like that, baby. you’re so good f’me.”
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controversiallycallie · 2 months ago
(somno, cnc, breeding)
Coming home all horny and pent up only to see me fast asleep... I won't be mad if you slowly slide your hand up my thigh, letting your fingers just barley graze the outside of my panties. Fiddle with the fabric a little, press into my clit just slightly before pulling back.
You know how sensitive I can be... and you wouldn't want to wake me, but the only thing really standing in-between you and pleasure is a thin layer of lace and that's so so fucking tempting.
Slip two gentle fingers into my panties and let every doubt in your mind fade, because god, am I wet for you. Just the slightest touch and I'm soaked, all while fast asleep too.
Slowly make circles on my clit with your fingers, watching as my breathing quickens just slightly, just enough to make you pause, and wait for it to return to normal.
Carefully take my underwear off, and start to slowly pump a finger in and out of me, and add another as I let out a soft, involuntary moan in my sleep.
Spread my legs wider as you feel my pussy start to clench around you, and use your tongue to suck on my clit as you add another finger.
Watch my breaths speed, and listen to my moans get louder until my body submits, and I finish. Taste the cum that covers your fingers and finally give in to the pulsating mess in your pants.
Stroke your cock a few times before lining it up my entrance. My sleeping figure, now lined in sweat, never looked so fucking hot.
Ram into my cunt. Slam your dick into me over and over, not caring when it shocks me awake, confused and still ridiculously wet. Keep pounding me as I struggle away from you, barley able to fight from the mix of drowsiness and pleasure coursing through me.
And as you're about to cum, push your unprotected cock as deep into my pussy as you can, making sure every drop of your release stays inside me.
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katsukisbimbo · 4 months ago
neighbour neighbour (m)
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✯pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader
✯synopsis: in which y/n’s neighbours ask her to take care of their son itadori yuuji, only for her to end up taking care of both of their children. (alt) in which sukuna corrupts his little brothers babysitter.
✯wordcount: 13k
✯warning: daddy kink, somnophilia, coercion, angst, toxic! gojo, toxic relationship, dubcon, spit (obviously), corruption, voice kink, cumdumping, sub/dom themes, bad boy! sukuna, toddler! yuuji, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, domestic! sukuna, etc
✯note: so...this is take two because i accidentally posted this like a dummy but i hope you enjoy it!! shoutout to my baby nova for beta reading this monster! @crybabygumi WOOO birthday fic!!
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You weren’t sure if you wanted to suffocate yourself or the person beside you. Internally groaning as you feel his grip on your waist tighten, his forearm flexing in the sunlight seeping into his room. You lightly gripped his arm, biting your lip anxiously as he groans unintelligibly, wrapping his arm even tighter around your waist, burrowing his chin further into your neck, the sensation almost making you giggle. You furrow your brows, trying once more to pry this gorilla of a man off of you so you could go home and wash up.
“Where’re you goin’?” He mumbles into the expanse of your neck, his morning voice running chills up your spine, an unmistakable throb going straight between your thighs. It was only six, meaning that you had an hour to run across the street, shower, change, and come back before their parents left for work. You suppress the mewl that almost escapes your lips, already feeling as if you were a bitch in heat just from the sound of Sukuna’s voice.
“I-I need to go home and change…” You mumbled, slightly intimidated by his piercing gaze, his eyes barely open, squinting as the sunlight filtered into his dark room.
“Why don’t you just stay here and wear my clothes? It’s not like my mom doesn’t want you as my girlfriend already,” He smirks, placing his chin onto the palm of his hand as the arm he had around you trail up to your breasts, giving it an experimental squeeze, earning a startled yelp from your lips.
“I-I gotta go walk my hamster, sorry,” You mumble, jumping out of his arms, picking up your discarded pants, inevitably flashing him your pink, frilly panties. A whistle resounding in the room as your-- well, technically his shirt rode up, exposing the expanse of your ass, along with your cunt, covered by the thin piece of fabric, your folds barely visible but more than enough for Sukuna to salivate over.
“You sure you don’t want me to drizzle some syrup with those pancakes?” He cackles loudly as you hightail it out of there, your cheeks heating up at his shameless flirting.
You really need to stop doing other's favours.
“Darling, please! They need you to watch Yuuji! Please do your poor mother a favour!” Your mother pleads, grasping at the sleeves of your sweater causing you to huff, your cheeks puffing out. She smirks slightly before quickly pouting, she knew that she had you. You wouldn’t be able to resist her.
“How much are they paying? Also, how are you calling this person your best friend when I’ve never met them before?”
“You don’t know all my friends! I have plenty!” She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest before continuing. “They said they’ll pay you 15 an hour, but you’ll have to cook for him.”
You purse your lips. Honestly, it wasn’t bad.
You were nervous, constantly fidgeting as you made your way down the stairs, opening the door to see their house directly across yours. You’d never noticed your neighbours, you never paid much attention to your surroundings, always minding your own business, only going to school, the store, and home.
You cross the street and sigh, most are cars still parked in their respective driveways. Ringing the doorbell before standing back. Not a minute later, you hear the small pitter-patter of feet and giggling running towards the door, the door slamming open to reveal a small strawberry-haired toddler grinning up at you, making grabby hands while yelling ‘Up! Up! Up!’. Happily to obliging his wishes.
Picking him up and holding him at your hip, his chunky little hands reaching out to lay a palm flat against your cheek, his brows furrowed in concentration as you respectfully toed off your shoes and made your way towards him mom.
“I see that he’s already taken a liking to you. Yuuji? Could you please let go of our guest?” She hums in amusement, eyes crinkling at the sight of Yuuji so enamoured with you already. You couldn’t help but laugh, cheeks warming at the sight of the young boy.
“I can’t! I have to make sure she’s real!” he pouts before continuing. “She looks too pretty to be real, mommy!” He exclaims, his eyes as wide as saucers as he slaps both hands against your cheeks and squishes them together.
“Yuuji! We don’t do that to our guests! Please get off of her.” His mother scolds sternly, in return, Yuuji wiggles himself out of your hold, running deeper into the house, speaking incoherently about something he wanted to show you.
“I’m so sorry about him! I’m Yuuji’s mom Kaori! Nice to meet you!” She smiles, taking your hand into hers and shaking it. “I left all emergency numbers on the fridge and Yuuji can show you where everything is. You may see his older brothers but they’re mostly harmless, but do let me know if they bother you, okay dear?”
“Of course! I’ll take good care of him.” You nod and walk her to the door.
“Bye Yuuji! I love you!” She calls out to him, her hands cupped around her mouth as he expectantly waits for him to come barreling down the stairs and into her arms, teary-eyed and all.
“You’re gonna be late for work mommy! Get going!” He yells from upstairs, not even coming down the stairs to bid her a proper goodbye which causes his mom to sigh, her shoulders slumping over as she bid you farewell and hopping into her car and driving away.
Shutting the door, you turn around and make your way up the stairs, your anxiety levels rising as Yuuji had yet to return. The second floor of the house is spacious, the number of similar-looking doors was enough to confuse you.
“Yuuji? Where are you, buddy?” You called out softly.
You hear a muffled “I’m here!” behind the last door down the hallway. Feeling your chest ease up, you make your way towards him, passing by a door that was slightly left ajar. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. The curtains were drawn, leaving the contents of the room indistinguishable.
Forcing yourself to move on, you close the door, running inside Yuuji’s room. His walls were littered with stars, the same kind you had at his age. His shelves were filled with books, mostly consisting of picture books. He was sitting on his bed, several toys surrounding him.
You smile lightly before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, your hands neatly folded in your lap as you watched him. His brows furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with his toys.
“What are you doing there, bud?” You softly ask him.
“Nothing. I’m not mad that you’re here, but why are you here?” His head tilts to the side.
You were startled by his question. Stammering quite a bit before you answer. “I’m here to take care of you of course! Your mommy has to go to work and there’s no one here to care for you, so I’m here!”
“Yeah, but my big bro’s here. Why doesn’t he take care of me?” His shoulder slump, you can already see the tears gathering in his eyes, burrowing himself in his knees as he avoids your pitying gaze.
You scoop him into your arms, your motherly instincts kicking in at the sight of his tears. You coo at him and press kisses against the crown of his head, rubbing his back. You’re unsure of what to say, seeing as you’ve never met his brother and have no idea what he’s like.
“I can’t answer your questions, but, I can make you pancakes?” You offer, feeling the guilt in your chest dissipate at the sight of his eyes lighting up.
“Yes please!”
“Do you need help cleaning up, big sis?” He asks, his doe eyes wide and full of wonder. You pat his head, thanking him before telling him to run off and play, and that you’d be with him right after. He had your whole heart and didn’t even know it.
Humming to yourself as you wash the dishes, ensuring that the kitchen was just as spotless as it was when you arrived. You wonder what you should make for lunch as you neatly put away the leftovers.
You were suddenly interrupted by a cough, a cough too deep for it to be Yuuji’s. Slowly turning around, you’re met with the sight of a man, seemingly about your age.
He had tattoos running up the length of his arms and up to his neck. His ears were adorned with multiple piercings as well as an eyebrow piercing.
He wore a black shirt, the fabric stretching across his broad chest. His hair, the same shade as Yuuji’s with a slightly different style. A wide grin was plastered on his face, his eyes running up and down your figure as you stood there gaping at him.
“You should really close your mouth, someone might stuff it.” He chuckles as he moves to slip past your frozen figure, placing his large, veiny hands on your waist, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he huskily whispers an ‘Excuse me, princess’, purposely brushing his cock against your ass.
Irritation seeps into your bones. This man did not know who you are yet he spoke to you as if he’d known you all his life. Flirting and touching you so casually. Sneering at him as he chugs on the carton of milk, using the back of his hand to wipe the excess liquid on his chin.
“Did you cook anything? I’m fuckin’ starving.”
“Yeah. There are pancakes on the counter.”
He mumbles a small thanks before scarfing down the remainder of the pancakes, filling his cheeks up with food until they’re all round, not even bothering to use utensils. You continue watching him, face filled with disgust at his lack of manners.
Deciding it was time to leave, it was your turn to look for Yuuji, only to find him on the couch browsing through the Netflix selections, a bored look on his face as several films fail to catch his eye. You sit beside him, the couch cushion sinking slightly with your weight.
“Are you alright Yuuji? What do you wanna watch?”
“Can you help me pick?” Handing the remote to you as he pleads with his eyes.
“Of course I can! Have you ever watched a Studio Ghibli movie?” He shakes his head. You decide to let him watch Ponyo, seeing that it was well-suited for his age. Exhaling, you lean back into the couch. Your peace is quickly shattered by Yuuji’s older brother as he places his chin on top of your shoulder, his cheek against yours.
“What’re you guys doin’ hm?”
His breath ghosts over your cheeks, the smell of his minty breath permeates your nose. Feeling your cheeks warm, you move away from him but his arms are around your shoulders in an instant, constricting your movement as if he was the hunter and you were the prey.
You make futile attempts of pushing his face with your palm, but to no avail, he makes an effort to lessen the nonexistent distance between you, irking you even further. Kissing your teeth, you turn to face him, prepared to lecture him on personal space.
You’re startled by the feeling of his lips brush against yours. His soft, pillowy lips grazing yours as you stare deeply into his piercing, red eyes. Biting your lips you allow yourself to stare at him, from his eyes and down the slope of his nose, then back again to his pink lips,
“Big bro! You’re up! Can you help me build the lego set that mom got for me?” He bounces excitedly, eagerly waiting for his brother's response. He releases you from his grip to pat his younger brother's head, their proximity revealing just how similar they looked.
“Sorry brat, I got some stuff to do, but, you can ask this pretty girl right here to help you,” turning his head to face you as he winks. “Isn’t that right, pretty lady?” Giving his brother one last noogie, he makes his way up the stairs, only to stop halfway through.
“By the way, you haven’t given me your name yet,”
Scoffing, you turn to look at him, his chin resting on his fest as he leans against the railing. “It’s Y/n.” You pout, irritation at an all-time high.
“Cute name for a cute girl.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sukuna, but you can call me daddy.”
“Oh? You’re here again?” He asks brows raised as you toe off your shoes. Instead of replying, you decide to ignore him and make your way inside the house, rolling your eyes when you pass him.
Feeling your mouth dry at the proximity, you open the fridge, hoping to cool and rehydrate yourself as you feel him hover behind you, obviously examining your behind as he bit into his apple.
Turning to face him, you hiss. “Are you just going to stare at me the whole time?” Your anger level rises as he peers at you with a smug smirk plastered on his face, even having the audacity to wink at you.
“I mean if you want me to, yeah, I will. You're not a bad thing to look at either.”
“Fuck you.”
“Please do.”
Scoffing, you pour yourself a glass of water, anxiety fading, replaced with anger and irritation the longer you look at him. You feel your eyelid twitch at the sight of him. It was amazing how his presence annoyed you.
“Whatever, I’m gonna go see Yuuji.”
“Y/n! Can we get Mcdonalds?” He pouts, hands clasped together as he kneels before you in the living room which catches you off guard. You feel yourself cringe, unsure of how to tell him that you didn’t know how to drive.
Sighing, you gather your courage, preparing yourself for the usual blunt comment children gave. “I don’t know how to drive.” Your shoulders slumping as you see his hands fall to his sides, brows knit in confusion.
He stares at you for a second before taking your hand and lacing your fingers with his. At first, you’re confused, unsure of what his plan was until he flashed you one of his usual bright smiles, eyes crinkled shut before he spoke.
“That’s okay! I can’t drive either!”
The loud laugh that escapes your lips almost scares you, his innocence was adorable indeed. You love the innocence of children, wishing that you could somehow turn back time and have your innocence once more. But either way, you still didn’t know how to drive and your poor child was hungry.
“...We can ask my big brother to drive us.” Yuuji whispers, side-eyeing you as he was aware of your dislike towards his brother. You thought you were subtle but Yuuji knew. Yuuji knew everything, well, not everything. He doesn’t know what four plus five is.
He can see the hesitation on your face, already preparing himself to beg on his knees once more just for ten pieces of nuggets. Just as he’s about to bruise his knees, you scoop him into your arms, inhaling the scent of his shampoo as you reluctantly make your way to Sukuna’s room, already dreading the interaction.
Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door softly. A small part of you is hoping that he’s asleep and that your knock will fall deaf to his ears. You weren’t sure if you could survive a car ride with him. It weirdly felt intimate, even when you two had nothing going on.
A few seconds pass by, your knock meets with silence. Just as you’re about to turn and leave, the door swings wide open, a tall figure coming into your view. You feel your fingers twitch at the sight of him, swallowing a huge lump in your throat as your eyes rake over his figure, almost forgetting that Yuuji was still in your arms.
“Yo.” He said in a rasping tone. The mere sound of his voices’ rich timbre had your thighs squeezing, forcing yourself to suppress a desperate whimper as you suddenly forgot how to string together a coherent sentence.
He’s aware of what he’s doing to you, purposely answering the door with nothing but his boxers on, but yet again, this is how he usually slept as his body runs hotter than the usual body temperature. It was amusing, the way you kept trying to deny him when you look like you’re two seconds away from creaming your pants.
“Brat, what do you two want?” Turning to his brother instead as he concludes that you wouldn’t be able to speak to him any time soon, already fucked out at just the sight of him. It makes him wonder how much worse you’d be if he did something more.
“We wanna go to Mcdonalds but sis can’t drive!” He confesses, unaware of just how embarrassing that piece of information is. A grin spreads across Sukuna’s face, a hand on his hip as he shifts his gaze to you, your eyes are still wide and clouded with lust.
“Mhm. Why don’t you go change and I’ll talk to your sis for a sec, alright? I’ll come down when we’re both ready.” He muses. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Yuuji wiggle out of your arms, bending over to allow him to safely reach the ground. As you’re about to turn, a hand wraps itself around your wrist, halting your movements.
“Nah. You’re staring, princess. It’s not nice to stare.” He tuts, bringing a hand up to fiddle with your necklace, the rough pads of his fingers dancing across the expanse of your skin as you shiver in delight, almost mewling at his touch.
“I-I-- You’re a cute little thing. I love the way you look like you’re about to cum whenever you’re near me.” He says with a laugh, head tilting to the side as his fingers wrap themselves around the base of your neck.
The sound of your oh-so-sweet whimper is music to his ears. Such a sweet girl you are. The way you peer up at him, doe eyes just begging him to take you right there. It’s amusing to see how easily you could switch your attitude.
“Look at you. You can’t even say anything to me.” Teasingly he grabs your jaw and presses a light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Do you want me to take you right here? Make you mine? Hm? Speak up, princess.”
“Hey! What’s taking you guys so long?!”
Sukuna sighs, shutting his eyes in disappointment before releasing his grip on your chin, the lustful look in his eyes disappearing as he grumbles something about Yuuji being an ungrateful brat.
“C’mon. Get downstairs. I’ll be down in five minutes unless you wanna help me change?” He smirks, quirking a brow at you. Finally coming back to your senses, you turn your back and run down the stairs, almost losing your footing a couple of times and flying down the stairs.
“Where’s big bro?”
“He’s changing.”
“Mhm. Okay.”
“So…” Sukuna starts, one hand on the wheel as he sneaks a quick look at your pout face. You insisted on sitting beside Yuuji in the back as he was all alone but even Yuuji resisted, saying that you had to sit in the front.
“We don’t have to talk. Could you please just turn the radio on?” Huffing as you turn your head away from him, gazing at the window. He laughs a little before turning on the radio per your request. Your ears perk up as you hear a familiar tune. It was ‘Fight Song’.
“Can I change the station?”
“Why not?”
“Because this is my fight song. Take back my right song--”
“Please stop.” You plead, feeling yourself cringe.
“Why? You don’t like the way I sing for you princess?”
“No but also because this song is… I have horrible memories of this song and it makes me cringe so please stop.”
“But sis, I like this song too!” Yuuji chimes in. Already, you can feel your soul leaving your body. Accepting your defeat, you slump in your chair and place a hand over your eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t drive past anyone you knew, seeing as you had two children screeching the lyrics.
Lucky for you, the song swiftly ends. Sighing in relief, you straighten yourself out, no longer slouching in your seat. Your body quickly tenses at the feeling of a warm palm on your upper thigh.
Sukuna gives it an experimental squeeze as he bites his lip, side-eyeing you as he ignores your angry expression, pretending as if he wasn’t touching you at all. You can feel just how warm and rough his palms are. He was so close to where you wanted him, where you needed him, but you knew you couldn’t act on your feelings.
“What are you gonna order, princess?”
“You gotta stop actin’ like you don’t want me.” He scolds you one day, cornering you in the hallway. His hand was placed right beside your head as he glares down at you, red eyes burning with lust and want as he licks his lips, barely restraining himself.
“But I don’t want you.” You spit.
“Don’t play with me, brat. I can smell just how wet your pussy is. You don’t think I see you rubbing your thighs whenever I get as close as two feet? You’ve gotta be fuckin’ with me.” Laughing as he lessens the space between your faces, breath ghosting over your parted lips.
“I’m not playing with you. I don’t want you.”
“Yeah? Then why are you rubbing your thighs right now? Slut.” He noses into your neck, the feeling of his hot breath causing you to shiver in delight.
“‘M not.” Denying as you turn away from him, embarrassed that he was so right.
Sukuna kisses his teeth, pulling away from your neck to fully face you know. His lips are nothing but a hair away, a smile on his face as your eyes flutter shut, finally accepting defeat, finally giving into him.
“Say please.” He whispers.
Your eyes snap open.
“Fuck off--”
He slams his other hand on the other side of your head, a mischievous smirk spread across his lips as his eyes bore into you. Licking his dry lips, he leans closer, bottom lip touching yours as he speaks.
“Say. Please. Last time I’m gonna tell you.”
“Good girl.” Inhaling deeply as he slots his lips against yours, tasting the sweetness of the strawberries you had just eaten along with your natural taste, just as sweet and addicting as he imagined.
His tongue flicks against your bottom lip, insisting you part your lips and let him in. Let him explore and taste all of you. Let him take care of you and make you his little toy. You’d love it so much. Behave so well for him.
You’re the perfect little toy for him.
A hand snakes its way up to your shirt and cups your bra-covered breast, squeezing the mound gently as he finally slips his tongue into your awaiting mouth, moaning at the raw taste of you, licking at the seams of your lips.
Sukuna pulls away, leaving a gossamer string of spittle to connect you two. He admires your heavy-lidded eyes and your kiss-bitten lips. You looked as if you belonged at a museum, for all the world to see, but your expressions were for him and him only.
“So cute.’
“Are you actually staying for the whole week?” Yuuji jumps in your arms, his eyes with their usual sparkle. You feel your heart pound in your chest. The reality of having to spend a whole week under the same roof as Sukuna, his name which he refused to tell you until after two weeks of knowing him.
“Of course I am buddy! I’ll be hanging out with you the whole time!”
“Can we hang out with big bro too?” He pleads, clasping his hands together as he cutely pouts at you. How could you resist when he was this cute? Unable to resist the smile that stretches across your face, you pinch his cheeks and nod.
Your head turns in the direction of approaching footsteps making their way down the stairs. You can feel the pits of your belly stirring, causing your thighs to clench. The smell of his cologne fills your senses.
“Oh? Is that right? You wanna hang out with little ol’ me?” He smirks, trailing a hand up your thigh as he walks past you and into the living room, Yuuji jumping out of your arms to follow his brother.
They’re both sitting on the couch, Yuuji tightly pressing himself into his brother's side while Sukuna's side-eyes him, but still allows him. You were aware of Sukuna’s lack of presence in Yuuji’s life, opting to spend time with his friends rather than his younger brother.
While you understood, you still felt that Sukuna cared for Yuuji, but subtly. It was the small details, little details that made you not dislike him completely. You smile softly, thinking back to last week when Sukuna had helped you place Yuuji in his bed after you both had fallen asleep on the couch. He even offered to let you sleep in his bed, with him of course, an offer you quickly denied seeing his hungry gaze.
Your mind also reminds you of the incident in the hallway. Letting him taste you and feel you in such inappropriate places. You knew it was wrong but it felt so right, especially when it was with him.
You’re snapped out of your daydream when a pillow ungracefully smacks you in the face, shocking you. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna get in here and cuddle with us?” Raising his brows as he opens up his arms.
Unable to reject the pair, you grumpily make your way towards them, Sukuna pulling you beside him and splaying your legs across his thick, muscular thighs, Yuuji moving to the other as he whines about the lack of space.
Sukuna throws a blanket over both your legs, placing his hand on top of your thighs, rubbing small circles against the skin. He refuses to meet your eyes, his eyes trained on the screen. Grabbing his wrist, you attempt to distance his hand but he tangles his fingers with yours instead, taking hold of you.
He glances at you, smirking at your incredulous expression. Your cute face never failed to have his cock stirring in his pants. Bringing your entwined hands to his face, he presses a lingering kiss against your palm, never breaking eye contact with you.
Dropping your hand back on your lap, he places his hand on your thigh once more, higher this time around. His fingertips are itching to feel your cute pussy, to feel your pussy clench around his fingers while you pathetically whine for him to give you more, to fuck you faster with his fingers. He shivers at the image of you, splayed out on the couch, being a good girl for him.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You have the urge to lean in, to spread your legs for him and tell him to take you, to sink his cock and fingers in your tiny pussy and take full advantage of you, even if you were a virgin.
Yuuji wordlessly makes his way up to the bathroom, a trip that always took ten minutes at least. Sukuna takes advantage of the opening, quickly turning, slotting his lips against yours. You fail to quell a whine, the soft feeling of his plush lips against yours overwhelming. After weeks of heated stares and flirting you’re finally getting what you desire.
He sneaks a lick against the seam of your lips, asking, begging you to let him in. To let his tongue slide against yours, to let him swallow all your cute whimpers and sounds. You timidly part your lips, allowing him to push his tongue inside. He coaxes you to come out, to feel him.
You tangle your fingers in his pink locks, finding the need to keep yourself grounded. “Fuck.” He huskily mumbles against your lips, grinding his fully-hardened cock against your twitching cunt. The fabric of his jeans adds to the pleasure, the rough material catching on your clit whenever he presses himself against you.
“Please.” You mumble against his spit-slicked lips, causing him to pull away and look at you, to see what he’s been yearning for all these weeks. Your eyes are heavy and your lips are bruised, your legs are wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him even closer to you.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He breathes, shocking you. Before you can speak, pushing himself against you once more, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He slips his right hand with yours and holds it while his free hand makes its way up to your chest and ceases at your throat. His fingers gently wrap around your throat, giving it an experimental squeeze that has you gasping and bucking your hips.
“I just wanna take you right here, princess. You’re gonna be such a good girl for me. You’re gonna take daddy’s cock so well.” He mumbles, grinding himself against your pussy. You can feel your juices trickling out of you, slicking your lips and panties.
Footsteps hastily make their way down the stairs, causing Sukuna to quickly separate himself away from you, returning to his previous position as you silently plead him to help you off your back. Your whole body felt as if it were jelly.
“What happened in the movie?” He asks, staring at you two expectantly. Lucky for you, you had memorized the movie's events due to the countless times you watched it.
“Oh! Yubaba took away Chihiro’s name so now her name is Sen.” Smiling as you silently beg him to turn his head back to the screen. Sukuna clears his throat, shifting in his seat as you see him adjust his cock in his pants, tucking it beneath the band of his sweatpants which allows you to catch a glimpse of its red, leaking tip.
He suddenly turns to you, a smirk on his handsome face. “What? You wanna taste it?” He taunts you, spreading his legs further apart, hoping to entice you. You shake your head furiously, refusing to do any sort of lewd acts with Yuuji in the room.
“You sure you don’t wanna have a taste? How ‘bout you give it a little kiss, hm?” Sukuna continues to tease you before quickly covering himself once more, chuckling at your exasperated expression. He loves your reactions, especially when he's the one that causes them.
“I’m kidding. But, we’re not done.” Sukuna’s eye drops into a wink, somehow flustering you even further. His eyes return to the screen, acting as if the last ten minutes hadn’t happened at all, which left you to your thoughts. Your anxiety-inducing thoughts.
The fear of catching feelings for him sat at the back of your head, causing your hands to become frigid as well as your chest to tighten, making it difficult for you to breathe. You push your anxieties and doubts deeper into the back of your head, knowing that deep inside, you wanted this no matter the consequences.
“Goodnight Yuuji.” Pressing a kiss to his head as you stand, brushing his hair out of his face with your fingers before making your way to the door. HIs lamp illuminates the room and prevents you from tripping and kissing the floor. Slowly, you shut the door as gently as you could in hopes of not disturbing his sleep.
Before you could sigh in relief, you were suddenly being pulled into someone's chest. Your cheek rests right against his pec while his hands take their place on your hips, teasingly squeezing the flesh which coaxes a little whimper out of you.
“The brat in bed?” Sukuna whispers huskily, the rich timbre of his voice sends shivers down your spine, your back arching. He traces a small circle on the exposed skin of your hips, the sheer gentleness of his ministrations almost takes you by surprise.
“Yeah…” You breathe, feeling yourself melt into his chest as he touches you, your fingers twisting in the material of his shirt as you feel your cunt become slick. Juices soaking your panties a second time today.
Sukuna has to suppress a growl at your response. Your voice is so soft and so meek, it makes him want to ruin you, even more, to pull whimpers and delicious-sounding moans right out of you as he sinks his cock in your sopping pussy.
He opts to press a kiss on your forehead, flattening his large hand against the small of your back. Sukuna gently pushes you in the direction of his room, his fingers drumming against your skin. Sukuna can feel the excitement coursing through his veins, the sheer thought of finally having you had his cock stirring.
“I’m supposed to sleep in the guest bedroom though…” You mention. Sukuna kisses his teeth before speaking.
“It’s not a problem unless you have a problem with it?” He pouts mockingly. “I mean, you can go to your room and be the perfect little girl and go to bed. Or, you can come into my room and be as much of a bad girl as you’d like.” He leans in closer, breath against your ear.
“And I’ll make it worth it. I’ll make it so fucking worth it, angel.”
You’re nodding before you can fully process the question and suddenly you’re being hauled over his shoulder, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle a surprised yelp. Sukuna makes his way to his room, his large palm coming down your ass cheek.
You can feel your blood rushing to your head, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling. Sukuna gently sets you down on his bed before making his way to properly lock the door, lessening the chances of you being disturbed. Your eyes scan over his room.
The walls were red and littered with posters, mainly cars. But one poster caught your attention. Stifling your giggles, you spoke. “Is that a Twice poster?”
He freezes, eyes almost bugging out of his head as he stares at the said poster, his cheeks heating up. Deciding to ignore your question, he kisses his teeth and walks towards you. He places his arms on the bed, palms pushing your legs apart to make space for him.
“Shut up,” Sukuna growls, licking a stripe up your inner thigh, his eyes hungrily boring into yours. You can feel just how wet you are, your panties soaked. Biting your lip as you card your fingers through his soft, pink hair. A familiar feeling is boiling in the pit of your stomach, your fingertips twitching on his scalp.
You suppress the urge to rid yourself of your clothes and spread yourself out for him, leave him in charge of your pleasure and wellbeing, your desperateness pushing you closer to the edge.
Sukuna slips his fingers between the band of your pants, the warmth he radiated had you keening, already missing the feeling of his hands on your skin. You can feel yourself almost fading, the only thing you’re able to hear is your blood rushing and your heart beating, everything seemed as if it were a blur when you were with Sukuna.
He tugs at the band of your pants, sliding them down the expanse of your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your untouched pussy, the little crease of your panties showcasing the shape of your folds.
“I can smell just how wet you are, angel.” He chuckles, eyes dark with lust, zeroing on your cute little cunt. Bashfully, you place your forearm on your eyes, unable to maintain eye contact with Sukuna when he looks at you so hungrily.
“P-Please don’t be so lewd…” You plead, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You’re so desperate. So desperate to feel him. To have him sink his fingers in your pussy with his tongue flicking against your button. The sting of his palm hitting your thigh causes you to yelp suddenly, flesh stinging with pain.
“Oh? What’s wrong? I thought you were a tough little thing, givin’ me the stink eye and your shit attitude. But you’re just a pliant little bitch, aren’t ya’? Cute little slut you are.” He coos at you mockingly, tugging your panties down your legs before diving between your thighs.
“S’kuna!” Garbling a moan as you arch your back, attempting to pull his mouth away from your clit. Chills continue to crawl up your spine, stemming from your clit being roughly assaulted by Sukuna’s tongue.
He groans against your clit, sending vibrations up your spine. Pleasure overtakes you, your back arching into him. Your body continues to act on its own, mind too foggy to realize your actions. You’re brought back to reality by the singing feeling of your mound.
Sukuna’s palm is placed flat on your mons, sliding it up the expanse of your skin to take its place on your tummy. His warm hand was rough against your skin, the pads of his fingers almost painfully digging into your skin as he visibly loses himself in you, in your pussy.
His loud slurps and licks resonate through the room, your moans accompanying his lewd sounds as he continues his ministrations, passionately sucking on your pussy lips, sinking his long, pink tongue between your soaked walls.
“You taste so fucking good.” Growling as he shakes his head from side to side, stimulating your clit even quicker. Ecstasy builds in the pit of your stomach, ready to blow and release itself into your veins, fill your body with white, hot pleasure.
The coil in your stomach tightens once more before you’re wrapping your thighs around Sukuna’s sturdy neck and grinding your cunt against his tongue, the muscle laid out and flat for you to use. You’re horrified when you realize that this orgasm is quite different from your usual ones.
Your juices are squirting into Sukuna’s mouth, wetting his chin and as well as his cheeks as he stares you down, eyes glazed with lust as he licks his lips, looking at you as if you were a meal for him to devour.
He takes a tentative lick at your twitching clit, the sharp pleasure causing your hips to slide up. But, Sukuna ignores your body's pleading, opting to tongue you into oversensitivity. Tears are sliding down the apples of your cheeks. The pathetic sight of you had him groaning once more.
You’re just too cute.
“Mm? No more? You don’t want anymore?” He bats his lashes at you, pressing one last kiss to the puffy lips of your pussy before crawling over your body, so close that your chest would touch his whenever you took a breath.
Shaking your head, you mumble out a small ‘No’, already feeling your eyes droop from the mental and physical exhaustion of having to deal with Sukuna. He smiles a little, ignoring the fact that you have adjusted blue-balled him. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before wiping down your thighs, he tucks you in and snuggles right beside you, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.
Sukuna wakes up to the sound of your soft snores, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. His heart beats a little harder at the sight of you wearing his oversized shirt, your cheek tightly pressed against his chest while your hand is placed flat against his chest.
He feels his cheeks warm at the soft sight of you, loving the way you clung to him as if he were your significant other. He shakes his head at the thought, baffled at his thought. He never let himself commit before, why would he do it now? Why you?
“Mm.” Your eyebrows furrow as the sunlight hits your face. He curses under his breath for forgetting to shut the curtains before getting in bed with you last night. But, he can’t help but pat himself on the back as you snuggle even further into his chest, hoping to shield yourself from the tiresome sun.
“Ah, shit.” He curses, feeling his cocks stir in his boxers, your hot thigh pressing against him, balls tightening at the thought of stuffing you, pumping your creamy little pussy with his cum. Sliding his hand between your bodies, he reaches inside and squeezes his cock, feeling it pulsate in his palm.
Sukuna lifts his head to peek at his cock as well as your thighs before leaning his head back on the pillow. Deciding to ignore his inner thoughts, he grabs the flesh of your thigh and lifts it to make space for his length, placing it right between your soft thighs.
“Fuck.” His brows are knitted as he blindly searches for the lube in his nightstand, eyes trained on your face, making sure you were still asleep. He hastily makes work of the bottle, popping the lid open and squirting it on your thighs and as well as himself.
Sukuna groans at the feeling of your plush thighs enveloping his cock. Experimentally, he thrusts himself between your thighs, silently praying that the lewd, wet sounds of your thighs wouldn’t wake you up. His eyes land on your face, still peaceful and asleep while he defiles you in your sleep.
How could he not? You’re such a tempting little thing, teasing him while being unafraid of returning is flirtatious remarks. It made him want you, even more, he craved you. Initially, he had planned to take your innocence and leave but as he spent more time with you, he realized that he wanted to break you. Break you until you are no more. Break you until you would crawl back to him and beg him to fix you.
“W-What?” He flinches before continuing his actions, pumping his cock even faster between your thighs as you continue to blink the sleep from your eyes. Your eyes are blurry and tired, barely able to focus on your surroundings. You’re suddenly aware of the squelching sound resonating between your thighs.
You glance down, eyes met with the sight of Sukuna fucking your plush thighs, barely grazing your clit as he stables himself by placing his hand on your hip and wrapping his leg with yours, preventing you from ruining the perfect position he had himself in.
“Oh? Finally awake are you?” He kisses his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration as he feels himself come closer to the edge, balls twitching in a signal that he’s close to blowing his load.
You should be upset, you really should. But, the stirring feeling in the pit of your stomach is back. Telling you to give Sukuna everything. To give him your virtue, your innocence. The overwhelming heat of his cock has your mind hazy, leaving you unable to think rationally.
“Please...Make me cum too,” Pouting as you took hold of his hand, sneaking it under your shirt, allowing him to palm your naked breasts. His brows shoot up in surprise, your desperate tone and pathetic pout catching him off guard. He half expected you to push him away in disgust and call his mom, yet here you were, letting him use you as his fucktoy.
“Beg me, then.”
“Big sis! When is mommy coming home?” Yuuji pouts, tugging on the fabric of your shirt. Turning to face him, you hold the spoon of fried rice in front of your mouth before cooling it down with small breaths and letting Yuuji taste it, earning you a very enthusiastic thumbs up.
“She’s coming home in four days bud! Hang in there, buddy!” Attempting to cheer him up with a pat on the head. He nods quickly before scrambling away to play in his room. Not long after, a chest presses itself against your back.
Sukuna deeply breathes in your scent, consisting of flowers as well as your natural smell. He loves the feeling of you pressed against him, so sweet and small compared to him. Sukuna presses a wet kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver slightly.
“You smell so good.” He breathes.
“Not here…” You whimper, placing your hands on his wrists in an attempt to get him off of you. The past week consisted of sneaky touches and sexual tension, a couple of occurrences of Sukuna trailing his fingers up your thighs during dinner.
Also, you’ve not had the opportunity to sleep in your designated room due to his persistence. He never failed to make you cum before bed, his mouth always attached to your little clit while he palms your tits, occasionally flicking and pinching at the buds.
“Where then?” Licking a fat strip of your neck his hands slowly make their way up to your body, one hand stopping to grope your breast and the other wrapping itself around your throat, experimentally squeezing causing you to inhale sharply, his actions catching you off guard.
“Nowhere--We can’t! Not now!”
“Are you sure--”
“She told you to fuck off, Sukuna. Leave the girl alone.” Another voice interrupts, causing both you and Sukuna to stiffen, both your necks craning to peek at the unknown man, but Sukuna’s eyes flashed with recognition, then annoyance.
“Fuck are you doin’ here?” He snarls, placing you beside him and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, almost as if he were trying to shield you from the mystery man. The man had twin-tails and deep eyebags, but he was quite attractive. Tall and built, even when he was dressed in overly large clothes that hung off his figure.
He had a bored expression on his face and a banana in his left hand. “What do you mean? I live here too y’know.” He drawls, his expression never changing as his eyes bore into you, forcing you to hide behind Sukuna, feeling as if he was trying to read you.
“Yeah, but you said you weren’t gonna be home for break. Should’ve just stayed somewhere else.” Clicking his tongue in displeasure. Your spine tingles at the feeling of Sukuna’s fingers tracing small shapes into your back, visibly shivering under the gaze of the unnamed man.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Sukuna. I’m still the eldest around here.” He growls, taking a threatening step towards his brother before placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair, Sukuna making futile attempts to swat away his brother which causes him to loosen his hold on you, allowing you to untangle yourself and attempt to slip out.
“Uh uh. Where are you going, miss? You need to leave right now. I’m sorry but hookups need to leave in the morning.”
“...I’m actually Yuuji’s babysitter.”
“Oh, shit? Dude, you’re fucking the babysitter?” He loudly interrogates, catching the attention of a certain little boy. Sukuna opts to stay silent, now finding the refrigerator magnets much more interesting than the conversation that was currently unfolding
“Choso! You’re home! I thought you weren’t gonna come home!” Yuuji comes tumbling into the kitchen, almost slipping and ramming himself into one of the drawers but he is swiftly scooped into Choso’s muscled arms.
“Man, I can’t even surprise you guys anymore, can I?” Choso laughs, blowing strawberries against Yuuji’s skin as he keeps his eyes on you. He wasn’t about to let you two off the hook.
These brothers would be the death of you.
“You guys haven’t let Yuuji catch you guys or anything, right?” He stares pointedly at you both, hands neatly folded in his lap. You were all currently having what seemed like a meeting, excluding Yuuji of course.
You sat beside Sukuna who had his arms behind his head, lax and uncaring of his brother while you were shaking like a leaf, your fingertips borderline freezing and your heart beating erratically.
Choso’s eyes continue to bore in you as if he were prying into your inner thoughts and feelings. You pray and hope that you weren’t as transparent as you thought you were. Nevertheless, Choso would get all the answers to his questions, one way or another.
“No! Of course not!”
“Mm, good. Stop being so handsy with each other. It’s fucking gross and I don’t want you guys exposing Yuuji to that shit. Sukuna, you were supposed to help and support her, not make her your little fucktoy. And you, little girl. You were supposed to care for my brother and feed him. That was all you two had to do.”
You hang your head in shame while Sukuna points his nose to the side, rolling his eyes disrespectfully as he ignores his brother's words. You fiddle with the zipper of your sweater, ashamed under Choso’s scrutinizing gaze.
“But it’s whatever really. Just don’t do that shit here. You guys aren’t dating I’m assuming?”
You shook your head, cheeks heating up at the imagery of Sukuna taking you out on a date. Sharing sweet kisses underneath a tree. Wiping his stained lips with your thumb and kissing him right after. Sukuna remains silent.
“Alright. Angel, could you go watch Yuuji for a bit? I need to talk to my little brother here. I’ll be out in a sec yeah?” Choso smiles at you as you quickly get on your feet, making your way to the living room where Yuuji was currently watching ‘From Up on Poppy Hill’.
“What are you doin’ with her?” Choso raises a brow. Turning to finally face Sukuna who continues to give him the silent treatment, causing him to sigh heavily before scratching the top of his head.
“If you’re just gonna play with her feelings and break her, I would just leave her alone. She’s a nice girl and she doesn’t deserve that, Sukuna. You know that.”
“How do you know I’m not serious about her?” Sukuna retorts, making eye contact with CHoso as they both glare at each other.
“Dude, you’re never serious. I know you. I’m your brother. Frankly, I’m not sure how you turned out this way but it has to stop. You’re ruining your chances of finding love.”
“What if I don’t wanna be in love?” He seethes, fists now clenched at the thought of sharing himself emotionally, leaving himself vulnerable and open all for them to see, for them to judge. It’s different. If he were to open up and get rejected, you wouldn’t be rejecting his fuckboy persona, you’d be rejecting him, his true self and his whole heart.
“I don’t know man, you seem to be getting there. I can tell by the way you look at her.”
“Baby. Baby get up. Pick up your phone. Someone’s calling you.” Sukuna mumbles into your shoulder, tiredly patting your bum that's currently pressed against his morning wood. His eyes are squinting as the sun’s rays seep into the room through the window.
Blindly searching for your phone before you somehow find it, swiping right to answer the call, pressing the speaker button with your eyes still unopened, feeling Sukuna grope your naked breast from under your shirt, tweaking your nipples as you mumble a groggy ‘Hello’.
“Bunny, how have you been? I miss you. When are you gonna come over pretty girl?”
Sukuna raises a brow, irritation boiling inside of him as he imagined you with anyone else. Raising his head to peek at the caller, his eyes widen at the contact name. Gojo Satoru. How were you acquainted with a bastard like him?
“‘M sorry, I just woke up. But sure, I can meet up today. I can probably ask Choso to watch Yuuji for a few hours.” You mumble into the pillow until your breath is caught in your throat, feeling Sukuna roughly twist your nipple.
“Oh? Poor baby. You sound so tired. Did you sleep late again?”
“Mhm--Ah, I did! Fuck…” Attempting to muffle your moans. His fingers were on your clit now, the thin fabric of your panties unable to protect you from Sukuna’s wrath. His fingers are roughly petting your clit as he sucks bruises into your neck.
“Oh? What are you doing, pretty girl? Being so naughty in the morning. Are you touching yourself?” Satoru dares to ask, the smugness in his voice apparent. Sukuna can feel the anger inside him boil even harder, slipping his fingers into your panties and mercilessly plunging them into your soaking cunt.
“N-No...I’m not!” You force out, thighs spreading wider for Sukuna as you pop the fingers of his free hand in your mouth, your throat suddenly feeling empty.
“Oh, baby. I knew you missed me. Fuck, you were such a good girl for me, sending me the prettiest pictures of your cute pussy. Naughty little thing. Fuck I’m so hard already.” Satoru moans before continuing. “You’re still a virgin right? Are you planning on giving me your virginity anytime soon?”
Sukuna feels himself snap as you squirt all over his thick fingers, eye twitching as Gojo continues to praise you as if he was the one who made you cum, made you squirt on his fingers. He wasn’t the one who made you cum every night before you slept, not the one who you brushed your teeth with, not the person you made breakfast for. Gojo had no place in your heart.
“Sorry, she’ll be giving that to me.” He growls before ending the call, tossing your phone on his desk before hungrily sucking his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, thoroughly sucking your essence off his fingers before kissing you full on the mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.
It feels lewd, tasting yourself on someone else’s tongue.
“Take your panties off. Right now. I wanna see your pussy nice and spread out for me because I’m gonna fuck you. You’re gonna feel my cock--” Pressing his palm on your lower stomach, “Here.”
“W-Wait--No, it’s my first time you can’t!” You plead, legs instinctively but he stood in the way, hips tightly pressed against yours, Sukuna’s already lowering his boxers, revealing the drooly, pink tip of his cock.
“Just the tip then? Lemme put the tip in,” He whispers, stroking his cock as he lifts your shirt, exposing your pebbled nipples to his fiending eyes. He can see your hesitation swirling in your eyes.
“I promise baby, it’s just the tip. It’s not even that deep. I just wanna feel your pussy. Baby, please.” He begs, leaving kisses against your cheek as he grinds the head of his cock against your slippery lips, groaning at your warmth.
“Come on baby. Just let me. “M not gonna do anything unless you agree.” He breathes.
“J-Just the tip.” You stutter, hands reaching down to spread your cunt for him. He groans at the lewd sight, biting his lip before slapping his length against your mons and placing the tip at your entrance.
“Fuck.” He groans his pink hair covering his eyes, hiding his pleasured expression from you. Sukuna languidly slides his cock inside you, inserting the first two inches and being the last six. He lets out a garbled moan at the feeling of your pussy squeezing the tip.
“I-It feels s’good,” You whimper, your hands coming up to grip his biceps as you resist the urge to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him even closer, make him fill your pussy up with his cock and then his cum, let him paint your insides white.
“Yeah? Feels good? It would feel better with everything inside. Fuck, you’d look so pretty taking my whole cock, begging and crying for me to pull out because your cunts too tight. But, I know, deep inside you want me to make it hurt. You’re a dirty girl. You know what you want.” He presses a kiss to your lips before continuing.
“Almost had me fooled, made me think you were an innocent little thing but you’re just a desperate virgin, aren’t you? Even sending people pictures of your cute pussy. I’m surprised that you haven’t forced my cock inside you yet. Yeah. I can feel your pussy twitching. Just say the fuckin’ word, pretty girl.” He coos, shallowly thrusting into you.
“N-No I’m not…”
“Yeah? You’re telling me that you didn’t show Gojo Satoru your cute pussy?” He growls, biting your nipple teasingly.
You moan in response, back arching at the pleasure you’re feeling, your slick sliding down your pussy and onto the bed sheets. You’re surprised that Choso hasn’t told you both to shut up, seeing as it was seven in the morning, but then again, he and Yuuji had stayed up playing games last night.
“Can’t answer? Fuckin’ slut. I should punish you. Sink my cock in this pussy and cream you. Make you walk around Tokyo with Gojo Satoru while your pussy’s stuffed with my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Unable to resist him anymore, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. Tears are steadily sliding down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you reach out to him, wanting to wrap your arms around his neck as you wailed.
“P-Please. Please...fuck my pussy. Give me everything. ‘Want it all. ‘Want S’kuna’s cock. Want daddy to use me!” You mindlessly mumble into his shoulder, desperately moving your hips against him in an attempt to persuade him, yet he stays silent, your laboured breathing the only sound in the room, aside from your pleads and cries.
“Fuckin’ hell. You’re somethin’ else.” He laughs before bottoming out. Sukuna presses one last kiss to your lips before slamming his cock inside your cunt, swiftly taking your virginity. He swallows your screams and whimpers, wrapping his hand around your throat in an attempt to comfort you.
Sukuna whispers sweet nothings against your lips, promising that you’d feel better soon. That you’d love it. And that he wasn’t going to stop until you’ve soaked his cock and bed, promising to satisfy your every need.
“Sukuna. Daddy. Fuck. T-Too much,” You wail, clinging onto his shoulders as you adjust to the size, blinking away your tears as he continues to pepper kisses against your face, rubbing circles against the expanse of your neck.
“You’ll feel even better soon, princess. Don’t worry, I got you.”
You sigh in pleasure, finally feeling the pain ebb away as your tense muscles relax, easing into his hold as you’re suddenly made aware of his balls currently pressed against your perineum.
“Please move…” You whisper, avoiding his surprised gaze. But he adheres to your plea, wanting to fulfill the myriad of promises he had made to you. Sukuna is a man of his word. Well, at least when it came to you.
He grunts as he bottoms out once more, gently sliding in his cock until his cockhead is snugly pressed against your cervix. You could feel your cunt around the wide base of his cock, whimpering at the sheer weight and heat his cock had.
Sukuna sits back up, pressing your thighs into your chest before placing his weight on you, proceeding to slam his cock inside your pussy. Mercilessly battering your sensitive cervix while you laid still and took it, loving the mixture of both pain and pleasure.
“Shit baby, ease up. You’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes, his brows are furrowed and sweat is gathering on his brow, an exasperated expression on his face as he struggled to hold his cum in, wanting to make the most out of your first experience.
Sukuna clicks his tongue, knowing that you wouldn’t ease up at all, even feeling your pussy tighten. He slips a hand between you both,  rolling your clit between the pads of his fingers, causing you to squeal in delight.
“Like that?”
Nodding eagerly, you agree, unable to form a coherent sentence while your mind was a jumbled, foggy mess. You shiver at the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, a strong, cold pull spreading throughout your body.
“‘M close,” You whine, shutting your eyes.
“Yeah? Love my cock so much, being such a good fuckin’ girl for me. ‘Wanna cream you right here, make you my little bitch.” Sukuna growls, harshly pinching your sore nipple once more before grabbing your chin and propping your mouth open, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.
He places his thumb on your tongue, stroking your cheek with an almost lovesick expression on his face before he starts to gather spit in his mouth, slapping your cheek with one hand before directly spitting on the pink of your tongue, even allowing his excess spit to drool steadily in your mouth, finishing his lewd act with a spit-filled kiss, a mix of spittle spilling out the sides of your mouths.
“P-Please. Cum inside me. Fill me up. ‘Want it. ‘Want it so bad.” You continue to beg pathetically, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his back as you felt your abdomen tighten, your orgasm so close you could taste the euphoria.
“Shit. Shit. Fuckin’ cum for me then. Let it go. Come to me, princess. You have my permission.” He huskily whispers.
That’s all it took for you to finally let go. Your thighs are shaking rapidly around his hips, squeezing him tightly in the process as you struggle to catch your breath. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, mouth slack with spittle dribbling out the sides.
“Nice and loud for me, pretty girl. There you go. I like you so much.” He coos before tensing up, hunching over your figure, His brows are furrowed and his eyes are shut tightly, his jaw clenched as he paints your insides white, thick streams of cum jetting out of his cockhead and on your bruised cervix.
You’re both panting, bodies a tangled, sweaty mess when you both regain your breaths. Feeling his eyes on you, you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him why. But, he laughs before rolling the both of you over, leaving you on his chest while still being connected to him, his cum steadily running down your thighs.
“So, are you still gonna see him?” He asks voice light, hoping you hadn’t caught his slip up.
“Hey. You guys are cute ‘nd all, but you need to get up. Yuuji’s lookin’ for you both. Even wanted to come and wake you guys up but obviously, you guys were busy.” He exhales, rubbing his temples before shutting the door, leaving you hot and embarrassed.
“Let’s go?”
“I can’t believe you actually came! I missed you so much, bunny.” Gojo spreads his arms, welcoming you in an embrace. You awkwardly make your way towards him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your shoulder, even having the audacity to press a kiss against your head.
Deciding that you weren’t about to have it, you push at his chest, wanting to sit at the booth he had gotten for you both. It was a simple cafe, only a ten-minute drive away from your place, well, Sukuna’s place.
Sitting in the booth, you place your bag beside you, folding your arms on the table before getting straight to the point. “Why did you ask me to come here?” You utter, feeling quite uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. The same blue eyes that caught your attention the day you had met Gojo.
You still remember that day, your junior year in high school where Gojo Satoru had asked you out on a date, even coming by your classroom with a bouquet of blue roses that matched his eyes, shamelessly proclaiming his ‘love’ for you. Something he had done to gain the attention of your classmates.
Your relationship was a dream, too good to be true. Weekly dates were a thing and he never failed to show up with a present, so you had started doing the same, getting him little trinkets that you thought that he’d enjoy. You loved him but your mom hadn’t, openly expressing her dislike towards him whenever he visited you or picked you up for a date.
But like all dreams, your relationship with Gojo Satoru has come to an end. You still remembered his eyes, a lovely shade of blue they were. But, on that day, they were different, lacking the lustre they usually had.
You still remember the way his eyes gradually lost their sparkle, the longer your relationship progressed, the more uninterested he got. His texts got shorter and so did his verbal replies, only allowing you to hear his voice a few times a week as he started to avoid you during school as well.
Your friend reassured you, telling you that it was normal for a relationship to have its rough patches. And it wasn’t as if you had to stay by his side. It made you feel clingy, wanting his attention almost the same way his fangirls did. It made you feel like you weren’t a priority.
You remember crying to your mom, asking her why. Why wouldn’t he tell you what he was feeling? Why didn’t he want to speak to you anymore? Why did he avoid you? Why won’t he come to see you anymore? Had you done something wrong? What did you do to upset him? Why couldn’t you do anything right? Why did you drive everyone away?
Your mom tried her best to answer your questions, but both of you knew that the only person who could answer them was the man himself. It got to the point where you answered those questions yourself, presenting your insecurities as reasons why Gojo fell out of love with you.
Had he loved you in the first place if he admitted defeat so quickly?
The heartache you felt was nothing like you had felt before. You blamed yourself for things that you didn’t have control over, things that nobody could control. It left you empty and tired, a soulless husk of who you used to be. That moment then was when you understood why people said to give the same effort. You gave yourself to him, leaving nothing for yourself.
It hurt to see him brush you off, to even refuse to speak about your relationship, to fix what you had, but did you have anything in the first place? Were you just naive? Blind to his hidden motives to play with your feelings.
You remember the day you finally spoke to him, the day you had finally gained the courage to speak your mind.
“Hey, can we talk?” You mumble, pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. You hadn’t meant to disrupt his conversation with his friends, but this was the only opening you saw in the past week.
He rolls his eyes before telling his friends that he’d be quick, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows you to the back of the school, an annoyed expression on his face as he counted the seconds, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
“What is it?” Gojo grumbles as he blows a piece of hair out of his eyes.
“I’m sorry for taking you away from your friends, but I just wanted to talk about us. Are we okay?”
He shrugs his shoulders, turning his head to face away from you, not wanting to see the desperate expression you had on your face. It pissed him off to no end that you couldn’t take a hint. It was his fault, hitting on someone like you in the first place.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you still wanna be with me?”
“I don’t know.”
You felt your heart crumble, even when you were expecting this, even when you had mentally prepared yourself for this, but your efforts were futile. If it could, your heart would’ve been shattered right now. Your bottom lip temples lightly before you force yourself to continue, taking in a deep breath.
“Do you still love me?”
“Because I love you. Please, Satoru. Let’s work this out. I’m sure we can. Is it me? Did I make you mad? Please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. I want to fix us. Please.” You beg, tears streaming down the apple of your cheeks as you desperately grab his hands, placing them on your cheeks as you sob.
“Well I don’t, okay? I don’t wanna fix us. I lost interest in you for a reason. I got what I wanted and I don’t want anymore, okay? Can you understand that? I was an angel for putting up with you in the first place.” He spits before continuing, now pushing you against the wall.
“You’re too clingy. You always wanna be with me and I hate it. It was cute at first but it shows just how dependent you are, you can't do anything for yourself. Pathetic.”
“P-Please...stop.” You cry, desperately wiping the tears from your eyes as he glares at you, his height causing you to crane your neck to look up at him.
“I’m not even done yet.”
“Princess. Hey. Y/n?”
You snap out of your daydream, eyes landing on Gojo’s concerned face, your hand now in his larger hands, holding you so gently as if you were the same fragile girl you were back then in high school.
“Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?”
“You dumbass. You let her meet up with her ex alone?” Choso loudly exclaims starling Yuuji who sat in his arms.
“What am I supposed to do? Stop her?”
“No, but you should’ve made your intentions with her clear. You know you’re in love with her--”
“I am not.”
“--Yeah well there's some type of feelings there. We have to go follow her. Gojo Satoru’s a fuckin’ bastard and we gotta make sure she’s alright.” Choso hastily puts Yuuji down, instructing him to get changed and to come down right after.
“Why do you care so much anyway? It’s not your problem?” Sukuna asks, slightly feeling his cheeks heat up as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding his brother's smug gaze, feeling embarrassed.
“I care because you’re my brother.” He smiles softly, placing his hand on top of Sukuna’s head, his brother now allowing the action. “I’m the eldest. I live and care for my younger brothers.” He pats his head one last time before hollering for Yuuji to hurry, causing Yuuji to almost tumble down the stairs.
“Alright alright get in the car.”
“Hey, big bro, are we going after Y/n? We’re going after her right?” He speaks as he buckles himself into his car seat, slightly struggling with the belt on his chest which Sukuna helps him with as Choso starts the car.
“Yeah, we are. We just gotta make sure she’s safe.” He huffs, settling back in his seat as they back out of the driveway. Sukuna takes a deep breath, placing a hand over his heart in an attempt to calm himself down.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, the anxiety that was constricting his lungs, sitting on his chest like a rock. His stomach feels queasy and his fingertips are ice cold. What if you chose Gojo over him? It wasn’t as if Sukuna showed any romantic feelings towards you, only coaxing you to have sex with him.
He’s unsure of when the sex stopped being just sex. At times he found himself admiring you as you slept, his chest warm and a slight smile on his face. He felt his heart beat a little harder whenever you walked into a room, especially when you looked and cared for Yuuji so lovingly.
He wants that. He wants you to care for him the same way.
“Big bro...Are you gonna be like Howl and sweep big sis off her feet?” He asks innocently, unaware of the weight of his question.
“If she wants me to.”
“I’m sorry but I’m not getting back together with you.” You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest. Gojo Satoru had nothing but the audacity, asking you for so much when he knew he wouldn’t reciprocate.
“Does this have anything to do with that guy this morning?” He questioned, brow raised.
You stay silent, hands no back in your lap as you avoid his gaze. The anxiety you feel is overwhelming, bile rising your throat at the sudden confrontation. It wasn’t as if you owed him an answer but why did you feel compelled to?
“You know nobody else can make you feel the way I do. I still remember the day you begged for me to stay. I know you still feel the same way.” He rests his cheek against his palm, looking at you with such a loving look in his eyes that it made you feel sick.
“It’s useless, bunny. I know you still want me, still think about me. It’s alright. I think about you too. Are you still mad about me dumping you? It was high school. Get over it. You’re not a fucking child, Y/n.” He spits, expression souring.
He makes a move to grab your arm, but you were suddenly being pulled out of your seat and into someone else’s arms. His familiar scent clouds you, calming down all the warning bells in your head that begged you to get yourself out of the situation. You allow yourself to melt even deeper into him, holding onto the arm that was currently around your waist.
“Are you good?” He asks, worries written all over his face as he examines you for any distress, but you feel nothing but peace being with him, the mere sight of Sukuna putting all your anxieties and doubts at ease.
“Sukuna, I thought I heard your voice this morning.” Gojo stands, both men towering above you as bystanders sneak glances, wondering if there was a brawl about to go down. Some looked excited while others looked as if they were debating on leaving. You side with the latter.
“Yeah? What about it?” He hissed, gently placing you behind his larger frame as he approaches Gojo, a sneer on his face as he continues to size him up.
“Didn’t know you were into sloppy seconds. Tell me, how does my dick taste?” Gojo smugly retorts. Sukuna feels himself snap, fist rearing back to put Gojo in his place but you beat him to it.
A loud ‘smack’ resounded in the tiny coffee shop, shocking the bystanders as well as the men in front of you, their jaws slack and their eyes wide. Sukuna’s shocked expression turns into a smug one, arms crossed against his chest as he watches you handle the situation perfectly.
“Fuck you, Gojo Satoru. I don’t owe you shit. Don’t ever call me again.” You seethe, grabbing Sukuna’s hand and storming out of the with Sukuna trailing quietly behind, secretly flipping off Gojo while simultaneously sticking his tongue out at him.
Sukuna quickly turns to you, stopping his tracks to prevent you from straying too far especially when Choso was still looking for a parking spot, hastily dropping him off in front of the shop to prevent anything worse from happening. He pulls you into a secluded alleyway before speaking.
“Hey, hey, you okay? You did great. You’re such a good girl for me.” He praises, cradling you close to his chest as he breathes in your scent, basking in the warmth your body radiated. He was suddenly reminded of how much he loves to have you in his arms.
“I-I’m sorry you had to come after me.”
“I came after you because I wanted to. You didn’t make me do shit, alright?” He pulls your face away from his chest to examine your pretty face, cheeks stained with tears and eyes all puffy, but you were still the same pretty girl in his eyes,
“You mean it?”
“I do.” Sukuna takes it as an opportunity to kiss you full on the lips, slotting his slightly dry lips against your perfectly pouty ones, savouring your taste on his tongue as he cradles your cheek in one hand and squeezes your neck in the other, loving the feeling of your breath getting caught in your throat.
He peppers a few last kisses on your lips before pulling away, examining your blissful expression. He can’t help but smile at you, your innocent expression causing his heart to hammer and his tummy to do somersaults.
“I like you. So fuckin’ much.” He breathes.
You smile and press a kiss to his nose. “I know. I heard this morning. I like you just as much.”
“You heard me?” He asks incredulously.
“Yeah, of course, I heard you. We were the only two people there and it was eight in the morning.” You deadpan, amusing yourself with the chains that currently hung on his neck, a grin spreading across his face as he peers down at you.
“So why’d you see that dumbass anyway?” Huffing as he kisses the corner of your mouth.
“Because I wanted to tell him that I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Because...I only want you. Only you.” Hiding your face in his chest as you feel his shoulder shake, silently laughing at you.
“Yeah? Only me? Show me then.”
“Uh no because we’re gonna get lunch now.” Choso suddenly butts in, startling the both of you as he stands at the opening of the alleyway, Yuuji sitting in his arms before quickly wiggling out of them, running towards you two with his arms wide open.
Taking him into your arms, he presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Big sis! You’re just like Sophie now!” He giggles, patting the area he has just kissed, wiping the spit that he had left behind, causing Sukuna to poke him in the stomach, threatening him about kissing his girlfriend.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
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bucksfucks · 2 months ago
I fee like Roommate!bucky would be obsessed with somno. Like he starts being sneaky but can’t control himself and ends up waking her up
⟶ heat waves ; bucky barnes
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SUMMARY || it’s too hot to have sex during the day. but night time isn’t.
PAIRING || roommate!bucky x f!reader
WORD COUNT || ~ 1,000 words
WARNINGS || [DARK FIC] somnophilia [cnc], masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY • MINORS DNI
NOTES || this makes me 🥵
A heat wave and a busted A/C.
Literally nothing, quite literally nothing, could make your bad day worse because quite frankly, you thought you were going to melt.
A puddle of you to be found by Bucky.
But apparently you were just being too dramatic, according to him.
Easy for him to say considering he was walking around shirtless and in the tiniest and tightest boxers you’d ever seen him in.
You had to join him soon after. Nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and your bra on as you sat in front of the fan in hopes of cooling yourself off.
It was evil, the situation you were in.
Both you and Bucky ready to jump each other’s bones if it wasn’t so fucking hot.
Not exactly ideal for boning.
But that didn’t stop Bucky as he relaxed onto the couch and threw his head back dramatically.
“Sweets, please? I jus’ wanna bury my head between your tits?” You had to bark out a laugh, shaking your head as you wiped sweat off of your upper lip.
You weren’t dating, but you and Bucky had started hooking up and you couldn’t seem to stop.
“I’m so gross and sweaty, I don’t think you wanna bury your face anywhere.” You said as the sun started to finally set.
Bucky just rolled his eyes playfully, smacking your ass as you made your way into the bathroom to take the coldest shower of your life.
It helped. It helped a lot.
You came out feeling refreshed, like a new person before you found Bucky already under the covers of his bed.
He wiggled his eyebrows, “I’m sleeping naked tonight.” Bucky said with a sense of proudness as you smirked and dropped your towel to the ground.
That wiped the smirk right off is face as he choked out a moan.
“Holy fuck.”
The bedsheets tented as you dove into the bed, tired from sweating buckets all day. And Bucky’s bed was just so comfortable.
You fell asleep soon after, half under his sheets and half out as you welcomed the cool breeze from the opened window and ceiling fan.
Bucky on the other hand, could not pry his eyes off of your nearly naked body.
The sheets covered you, but it’s not like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of you just days ago.
He shuddered as he reminded himself of that night, hand creeping under his sheet to wrap around his throbbing dick.
It offered only a momentary relief as he stroked himself slowly, eyes trained on you as he continued to jerk himself off right beside you.
Bucky moaned, “if only you could see how good you looked right now, Sweets.”
He threw the covers off of him, and you, as you shuffled and he stopped thinking he was about to get caught.
But instead, oh instead he was welcomed with you getting comfortable on your back. Legs splayed as fuck.
You were wet. Absolutely dripping.
Bucky whined, hand working the head of his cock as he shivered when a cool breeze coated the two of you and your nipples hardened.
“What’re you dreamin’ of?” He mused with a mischievous smirk, placing a cautious hand on one of your tits.
You hummed, pressing yourself closer to him as Bucky smirked.
“You like that, don’t you? Like havin’ your tits played with while you sleep?”
His hand travelled lower, watching the goosebumps rise over your body before he stops his fingers right at your mound.
“You have the prettiest little cunt, you know that?” He mumbles, spreading your legs further as he sucks in a harsh breath at how wet you are.
And how fucking responsive you are.
“Good girl,” he hums, “gonna take care of ya.”
He grips at your thighs gently before running his fingers through your folds and fuck, the soft little pants and moans that leave you only make his dick twitch.
“God,” he growls. “You’re so desperate for me, even in your sleep you love my fingers.”
He’s only a finger in, feeling your greedy walls clenching around him before he adds a second finger.
It make you whine in your sleep, grabbing at the sheets as you buck your hips upwards.
It’s driving Bucky wild. His eyes are dark as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip before he’s spitting over your pussy.
“Oh Sweets,” he cooes. “You hear how wet you are? I can’t wait to fuck you.”
You whine in response, starting to stir as Bucky’s palm bumped your clit.
“Mmm,” you bummed, thrashing under him gently. “Bucky?”
He bent down, “‘m right here, Sweets.” He whispers, watching you open your eyes and let out a soft gasp.
“Don’t stop,” you whimper. “Please don’t stop.”
He smirks, chuckling, “oh I don’t plan on it, baby.”
But he pulls his fingers from you, glistening with your slick and it makes you curse under your breath.
“But I wanna feel you ‘round my cock.”
He slides in, stretching you slowly and he’s letting out a low groan at the feeling of your warmth.
“Didn’t think you were one to be fucked in your sleep,” he smirks. “But it looks like you’re my dirty little girl.”
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saekogun · 22 days ago
hentai enthusiast xiao
WARNINGS: this gets gross. like, seriously gross. please proceed with caution. stop reading here if you do not like dark nor yandere content. yandere creepy xiao, masturbation, use of vr and doujinshis to pretend to fuck the reader, fleshlight use, mentions of somnophilia and semi-implied non-con fantasies. xiao and reader don't actually have sex but it's mostly just his fantasies. reader is gender neutral. please let me know if I missed anything. MDNI.
heres the original ask, which I decided to put here due to spoilers for the movie elle and for it's contents: Speaking of hentai enthusiast Xiao and the possible depravity, I got reminded of one scene from the movie Elle (minor spoilers): One employee created a non con monster porn featuring his female boss and sent it to everyone in the company. I get the feeling that Xiao would probably attempt to recreate you in one of those 3d hentai games or even in VR mode. It is only a matter of time before he snaps, beacause no technology can replace a human's touch.
this is a spinoff of xiao from my college au, in which reader never asks xiao to be their tutor and where xiao is a degenerate.
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it's such a big habit for him that he strictly forbids his roommates from ever coming in his, nor take even a single glance at the obscene imagery glowing from his several computer monitors. everyone around him just thinks xiaos a private man, one who simply doesn't want people to see the more intricate details of his life and while that's not exactly far off from the truth, there's something much, much darker lurking behind his shady way of trying to hide himself.
he's just so... desperate. there's a notepad somewhere on his computer with a list of doujinshis that remind him of you. maybe it's the way the character looks or acts, or how the character completely ignores the guy that's desperately chasing after them until they're forcefully, in one way or another, confronted with them and their abundance of feelings, or how gross the mc is towards the love interest. no matter which it is, he can't help but jerk himself off at those nasty little doujins, imagining himself as the secluded, socially awkward main character who finally gets to fuck his favorite little darling.
but eventually, it's just not enough. there's only so much self-inserting you can do with beautifully drawn comic panels, and quite frankly, new content isn't being pumped out as fast as he desires, burning through material as quickly as it comes. he wants something more real, interactive, something he can use to properly imagine himself as. he has a vr-rig setup already. what was once used for fun virtual, out of this world games, is now used to pretend to fuck you as he pumps himself using a fleshlight.
it's some program made by a gaming company filled with degenerates, one where you can customize both your character and the one(s) you're pretending to fuck however whichway you want. the entended use (or atleast the way it was originally marketed) was to recreate your favorite characters from shows and video games in a more realistic way so that you can properly envision yourself fucking them. but xiao uses it as a way to imagine himself buried in your tight little hole, cumming over and over again inside of you as though someone as perfect as you would ever want him too.
technology is briliant, isn't it? it allows gross freaks like xiao to pretend he can fuck someone as pure as you as much as he wants.
do you wanna know the worst part? no matter how hard he tries, nothing could ever meaaure up to the real you. what's even worse than that is that he sits next to you in class almost every single day and yet he still has to satiate himself using pathetic attempts of recreating you instead of just letting himself use the real version of you.
underneath the gross, freak fantasies, xiao has a genuine love for you (albiet, it's clouded by obsession and infactuation). you, the cute thing that he sits next to everyday during his history lectures. you, who never talks to him due to thinking he hates you from the way he's always glaring your way. you, who's so sweet to him during the few times you do grace him with your angelic voice, who makes his heart beat and mind swirl and good god does he fucking need you so bad. he doesn't know when this all started or why, but but he knows you have drove him borderline insane ever since you both first met.
his fantasies about you are abhorrent, so terribly horrid that he's sure he's going to be condemned to an eternity of hell if he keeps this lifestyle up. there are times in class where he'd look over to your slumped form next to him, clearly fighting sleep with dark bags of exhaustion hanging from your eyes as you try to jot down notes and he can't help but just get impossibly hard at the sight. it's so innocent, how can anyone lewd such a precious sight?
but he can't help but allow his mind to drift and think about what it'd be like to slip into your warm bed while your asleep, shoving himself inside of you as you dream peacefully, whining under him while unaware of your less than desirable reality and yet still wrapping yourself around him even in your sleep. fuck, he knows he'll cum as soon as he slips inside of you, but he loves pretending that he wouldn't, that he'd last until you wake up all groggily and confused and scared.
about you stopping in the middle of sex to press a soft kiss onto his lips and to tell him that you forgive him for being such a disgusting creep. it's frustrating. why can't he have sweet, wholesome fantasies in which you both love eachother so much that you would do something so intimate with eachother? in which you tell him that you love him, that you've always loved him, that you're just as much as a creep over him as he is over you? that you were both meant to be together?
he wishes to say that these are the worst of his fantasies, that he swears that all of his other dreams are better and sweeter but he can't lie. they only get worse from there, so wrapped up in his own head that nothing you do is taken wholesomely. it really just is a matter of time until he snaps.
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uppermocns · 2 months ago
if requests are open, could I please get kink headcanons for the main three bnha boys (deku, bakugou, todoroki)? but if not, just ignore this. love your blog!!!
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some kinks they have
⤷ with: todoroki shoto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku.
⤷ content warning: female reader. nsfw content. edging, overstimulation, dub-con (somnophilia), dacryphilia, impact-play, pain-play, pet-play, breeding, etc. just a lot of different kinks being discussed.    
⤷ a/n: requests are always open! thank you so much for sending this in! just did a few each, but if you want me to share more or write for other characters, let me know! 🖤 
before you request / writing disclaimer
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todoroki shoto
overstimulation – purely for selfish reasons. sometimes he wants to spend hours between your legs, using his mouth on you for his own stress relief, and he doesn’t think about how many times you cum. alternatively, the sight of your cunt taking his cock so well puts literal hearts in his eyes – and the fucking mess you’re making on him. he can’t settle for just one, he needs more. he tightens his grip on your vibrator or presses his fingers harder into your clit, begging you, “just one more, need another, baby, please.”  
free-use – being a service top is in his nature. treat him like a toy to get off with. if you’re laying on the couch and randomly decide you need your pussy eaten, shoto is positioning himself between your thighs before you’re even done asking. tell him you need to be fucked and he’s hard within seconds, ready to fuck you (and himself) dumb. 
panties – lifting up your skirt to see what pair you’re wearing. gently pressing his fingers into the fabric, or pulling it up between the lips of your cunt. nuzzling his face into you and teasing you with kisses and quick swipes of his tongue. snatching them when you’re in public and keeping them safe in his back pocket. more of a fetish than a kink.
praise – needs to hear how good he’s making you feel. run your fingers through his hair, caress his cheek, tell him how he’s being such a good boy and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.
honorary mentions – toys, orgasm denial, temperature play.    
bakugou katsuki
somnophilia – being woken up with a blowjob is a fantasy for a lot of men, bakugou is no different. doesn’t take long to rouse him once you start palming him through his boxers, feeling his cock grow warm and thick in your hand. blinks his eyes open just in time to watch your tongue dart out to tease the tip. a large hand reaches down and holds the back of your head, guiding your motions as you take the rest of his length into your mouth.
voyeurism/exhibitionism and threesomes – despite his possessiveness, katsuki really enjoys sharing you. fucks you in front of his friends when he learns about the little crushes they have on you. if he’s feeling nice, he’ll let them have a turn. loves knowing everyone goes crazy for his girl. also likes watching you touch yourself, whether it’s on facetime or from a chair in front of the bed. 
impact play – only happens if you completely consent to it - acting out a kink is never worth compromising your wellbeing. katsuki has his own limits to this as well. roughing you up is fun, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he actually hurt you. spanking, slapping your tits, two love-taps on the cheek – all of that is fair game. primarily uses his hands, sometimes his belt (only if you ask for it), but not into using floggers or whips. don’t slap him unless you want him to splinter the headboard from how hard he’s fucking you. 
dacryphilia – doesn’t get off on your tears as much as the precious look on your face – eyes all wide and teary, bottom lip wobbling and nose twitching with the cutest sniffles. teases you for being such a crybaby, barely even did anything to ya. similarly, this doesn’t happen without consent and he has his limits. making you all fussy is fun, but degrading you to sobs doesn’t feel good at all.
honorary mentions – anal, choking, spitting.    
midoriya izuku
edging – izuku’s patience is a blessing and a curse. he can edge you for hours, gently petting your clit until you’re reduced to a drooling mess, and then he’ll take off your panties and give you more. something about the sight of your pussy getting desperate for him, all swollen and clenching around nothing, strings of slick drooling out and soaking the fabric of your panties (or making a mess all over the sheets below) is so cute to him.   
pet-play – as subtle or extreme as you want, whether you’re just wanting sweet petnames cooed into your ear or rough hands fastening a pretty collar around your neck.
breeding – maybe not the actual breeding part, but most definitely the act of cumming deep inside you. puts your birth control to the absolute fucking test, pumping load after load with his tip planted firm against your cervix. watches in awe as cum slowly leaks from your cunt, admiring the sight before fucking it back in with two thick fingers. 
pain/masochism – be rough with izuku. dig your nails into his back, pull his hair, bite his shoulder, nearly smother him between your thighs while you’re using his mouth to get off. it goes straight to his cock. whenever you think you’re being too mean, you can always be meaner. he’ll beg you for it if you’re feeling apprehensive.
honorary mentions – daddy kink, praise, restraints.  
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fairyevans · 2 months ago
What about Chris just wakes up in the middle of the night with a boner because you're pressing your ass against him in your sleep. And he just like gets so horny that he just wakes you up by fucking you🥺
— 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐜.𝐞
[chris evans x fem!reader]
warnings; SMUT! MINORS DNI, +18, somnophila, (teeny tiny) dub-con but not really because they usually do this? (one) smack, squirting, unprotected sex, if uncomfortable please don’t read. press keep reading for smut :)
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“mmph,” tossing and turning in your deep sleep, you found yourself accommodating against your boyfriend’s chest like a perfect puzzle piece.
chris stirred awake, glancing below the sheets as he noticed your ass tucking his hardening clothed cock between your bare cheeks, flaring his nostrils as he found himself in utter despair so late at night, nothing new.
reaching beneath his boxers to hold the base of his cock, he slipped himself out, his free hand raising your leg for him to notice and practically smell your subconsciously leaking juices— it’s one of the things he loved about you, you were always so wet, so warm.
soaking the head of his cock between your folds, he shoved himself in, moaning inconsolably as he began kneading your clothed tits, thrusting and hammering madly as if he’d been possessed— his thoughts were tainted by way you instantly squeezed around him, letting out whimpers as you stirred awake at the sound of the lewd squelching and chris’ huffs and chokes of breath.
“y-you’re so deep—“ you finally gasped out, sinking your nails into his wrist as you lolled your head onto his shoulder, giving him access to suck and lap at your neck, feeling your accelerated pulse on his tongue.
“wish i could be inside this fuckin’ pussy every goddamn second, fuckin’ perfect,” he grunted, your legs beginning to jolt uncontrollably as you sobbed out, tightening around his thick cock, your cunt not knowing the different between stopping the penetration, or allowing him to continue ramming himself deeper.
“christopher!” you wailed out as your toes curled and eyes screwed shut, your cum spurting out relentlessly as you began to black out, lightly drifting off to your boyfriend’s moaning, professing how he’d cream your little cunt once more, just how you liked it, but he brought you back with an intense smack to your ass, the two of you mewling at the feeling of his release, keeping himself plunged as he whispered an i love you, sweetheart, and the two of you slept much, much more relaxed.
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zeeroweenies · 3 months ago
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DESC ✿ you always get what you want.
MATCHUP ✿ megumi x f!reader
CW ✿ stepbro porn ahead ; somnophilia ; cheating ; raw sex ; breeding ; promiscuity ; dubcon ; coercion ; ‘just the tip’ ; light impact play ; choking ; light degrading ; drugs → weed.
WC ✿ 3.7K+
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Never once in your entire life were you denied anything. Expecting things out of habit has simply become… customary. And you had your natural charm and sex appeal to thank for that. Anything you’d set your sights on you’d receive; gifts, designer clothes and men included were never a problem for you— until you were introduced to your shiny new roomie, Megumi.
You remember the very first time your sights locked on him. His glossy black hair, long pretty lashes and slick sweat sticking to those shirtless abs made you swoon from the very beginning when you saw him carrying heavy boxes into the same apartment you lived in. There were practically stars in your pupils from how insanely handsome he was.
“Megumi, this is my daughter, (Name). (Name), this is Megumi. He’s gonna be staying with us from now on so be nice to him.” Oh yeah, you’ll be real nice to him.
The dark haired boy’s attention alternates from your father to you, eyebrows raising and breath labored as he removes his bulky headphones to rest around his neck while setting the heavy box down on the ground. “Oh, what’s up? You’re probably used to being an only child or whatever but uh, I hope we can get along.” He extends a welcoming hand out to you with an aloof expression, and you can’t help but appreciate how worn it looks.
Those fingers, fuck. So thick, you bet they’d fill you up so nicely just from how long they were, hit the deepest parts inside you until you’re sobbing with tears running down your hot cheeks and make you beg for more than just some silly little fingers. The entire fantasy can’t make you help but wonder if his cock was just as big as them.
Taking his stretched out hand into your perfectly manicured one, you offer your new big brother a firm shake along with that bright million dollar smile you give all your pawns. “Yeah, we’re gonna get along just fine.”
Ever since your mother remarried Megumi’s dad and had them move into your quaint little home, your newly included sibling had become one of the many men added to your hit list. It was a pink notebook specifically that looked like it could be in one of those coming of age chick flicks, the title in ransom lettered font in which you called your ‘sex bible.’
Yuuji Itadori. ♥︎
Noritoshi Kamo. ♥︎
Kento Nanami. ♥︎
Megumi Fushiguro. ♥︎
His name was there traced in pretty letters with a cute heart at the end, perfect and untouched without a scratch through it. Not for long though. A self-proclaimed ‘maneater’ was the title you used to best label yourself. Any guy you wanted you could get, how could they ever refuse you with that gorgeous smile or those pretty tits?
“You’re so funny!” Is something along the lines you’d say, laugh exaggerated over some corny joke that wasn’t even worth laughing for in attempt to get into some guy’s pants.
“You’re so strong.” You’d overemphasize, delicate hands running up and down the huge veiny muscles of some jerk-off’s bicep before your thick false eyelashes flutter up to them. “Bet you can’t pick me up?”
Men were so easy— so shallow. All it took was a flip of your hair or some pretty tears in those big doe eyes to get what you wanted, works like a charm every time. And it’s true, they all fold like laundry in the end. Megumi was a tough nut to crack though.
There were times where days grew endless that you thought he’d never spare you an ounce of attention. Each rejection only increased your ache for him tenfold, his cruel behavior began to consume your late night reveries with a vibrator stuffed deep in your cunt, desperate hands roaming your body lost in the fantasy of what it’d be like when Megumi finally sinks into you for the very first time.
You could wear the shortest of shorts, tightest of tops and the sluttiest of skirts without even a glance from the raven haired boy. “You’re cute, but you’re not all that.” He told you, shooting down every countless advance like it was nothing. Yeah right, in what world were you not all that? Guys practically line up at your feet in hopes of getting a chance to even sniff your cunt, Megumi should be on his knees kissing your fucking ring. But that’s okay, he won’t be saying that for too long, he is a man after all. You just had to up the ante a bit; and soon enough, he’d be another ken doll that you’d add to your toy box.
Megumi would be a goddamned liar if he said he didn’t find you attractive in the least. You were hot, smoking. Everything about you was completely versatile compared to other girls: the way you adorned yourself in the sluttiest pieces he’s ever seen, the way you talked with such a decadent tone that pushed him to the edge of his sanity— even the way you smelled was different. Your scent down to your perfume was sweet, and not any of that fruity shit that other girls wear either— you smelled like a woman.
He can’t help but feel that twinge of guilt eating away at him when he jacks off in the shower when he sees that tight little body dripping with sweat after your early morning run, filthy thoughts coursing through his brain of what should be his girlfriend replaced with ones of you as he fists his cock trying to imitate the exact grip of your pussy. You get wet, he fuckin’ knows you do. You’ve creamed on his tongue and fingers more times than he’d like to admit, the taste of your essence sweeter than any treat he’s ever had that he forgets how completely wrong it is.
He felt like a pussy, always chickening out when your eager hands went to yank down his boxer briefs; the opportunity of burying himself inside you flying out the window. “We can’t do this, it’s.. it’s wrong.” He can’t fight the regretful feeling that swirls around in his chest each time he catches an eye roll from you followed by a lip smack, watching you stomp your way out of his room mumbling curses under your breath.
Any guy would be lucky to have a girl like you, and without the company of Megumi in your room every night it appeared that you already found one, multiple actually. It seemed like you had a new dude for every day of the week, guys breezing through your apartment left and right with a new boy toy on your arm like a glitzy new designer bag. Exaggerated moans that were magnified from the thin walls of your room that stood right across the hall from his, obviously meant for Megumi with the intention of making him jealous— and it did.
Other than that, he made every effort to stay out of your way. It was hard though considering you practically tried to jump on his dick at any chance you could. Megumi’s lost count of the endless make out sessions that you two have landed yourselves in while your parents were away from the house, or the times he’s woken up to his cock in your mouth with you sucking him dry, peering up at him through those thick lashes and porn star eyes.
It didn’t make his efforts any less arduous with your sudden clingy behavior any time his girlfriend came around the house to hang with him, handsy thigh rubs that lingered too close to Megumi’s dick whenever a not-so-funny joke was featured in some shitty comedy blaring through the tv and sexual innuendos passed off as jokes or horseplay that was a little too suspicious for brother and sister.
But that’s just how siblings are, right? Though it came to raise a few eyebrows when you’d abruptly pull him into the next room under the guise that it was just ‘family talk’ before hastily pulling his already hard cock out of his joggers, mouth watering before flashing that look at him paired with the voice that always makes him weak in the knees. “Wanna make you cum, Megumi. Don’t you like my mouth better than hers?” making it clear that you two were far from just being ordinary ‘siblings.’ And he never says no; at first he fooled himself into believing that it was because of the power you held over him, but really— he doesn’t want to.
Which is the main cause he allowed you to lure him into your room with your sweet voice ringing through his ears as he swings the door open, beholding your body adorned in nothing but those pink lace panties you wore whenever you tried to seduce him, matched with a flimsy tank top with the straps falling to the side that nearly had your tits spilling out of them as you rest back on your elbows, a coy smile peeking through your lips. “What do you want?”
It was terrible to want to do this, sick even. But that’s what made it all the more exciting. “M’lonely, let’s do something fun.” A pout forms on your shiny lips before earning a nonchalant head shake from him.
“Nah I’m good, enjoy yourself though.” He pivots on his heels to exit your room before he hears your voice call out to him once again, stopping him dead in his tracks when he sees you pull out a fat sack of weed from under your pillow.
“I got some bud,” you teasingly wave the stuffed baggie around like a treat, tone honeyed in attempt to sway him. “Chill with me.”
The ravenette remains unmoved from his place on the threshold, weary about your intentions— not that he’s complaining. “Every time you ask to chill you try to fuck me.”
“You never talk to me, I just wanna spend time with you. Get to know my big brother better y’know?” You quirk with a head tilt. “No funny business, scout’s honor.” Your two forefingers fly to your forehead in fake salute, making Megumi expel a wry laugh before finally stepping past the threshold fully. Piece of fucking cake.
“Didn’t think you were the girl scout type.” He falls into place next to you on the springy bed, forcing a smirk from you. “Guess I’m full of surprises then.”
It isn’t until the small glass pipe is passed back and forth between you, the pungent smell of earthy marijuana stinking up and circulating the already thin air in your room that Megumi’s cock ends up in your mouth. The buzz from his high paired with the feeling of your wet tongue dragging up and down his thick length making the experience that much sweeter, making his hand fly into the strands of your hair to urge you on with occasional low grunts and praises despite the tabooness of the entire act. “Fuckkk just like that, feels so fuckin’ good.”
His length drops from your mouth, making sure you moan around the head before letting it go with a seductive pop. This was your chance, after all those previous months of him ducking and dodging your attempts that you’d finally get what you really wanted, what you’ve been begging for. “Yeah? I can make you feel even better, let’s just do it for real.” You kiss your way up his toned body, hot lips leaving as much of an effect on him as it does your core that’s aching, leaking through your panties with each step closer you get to feeling your big brother’s cock finally fill you.
“We can’t keep doing this.” His breathless groans are mumbled between your kisses, leaving him dizzied between the softness of your plush lips against his and your bare pussy sliding against his dick, wetness making a mess all over him as you come up for air. Manicured hands coming up to tug down that useless top with your tits spilling from it with a cute drop, that pathetic look on your face making it borderline impossible to fight his urges. “Why not? Don’t you think I’m sexy?” His breath catches in his throat as you take his hands in yours to drag them all the way to your tits, feeling the soft mounds between his fingers as you roll your hips down on him. God, why’d you have to be so slutty?
“Yeah but… you’re my sister. It’s weird.” His head reflexively tips back when he feels your lips on his neck, voice tempting and whiny in his ears. “We’re not related. It didn’t stop us any of the other times, and we’ve never even gone all the way.” Your teeth nip gently at the flesh, leaving it wet with saliva as your next words shoot all the way down to his cock.
“We could, though. Always imagined how your dick would feel in my pussy, stretching me out so good, hitting that spot you always touch with your fingers. You’re so fucking big too, know you can do it baby,” A needy whimper spouts from your chest, You’re so close, he just needs a little push. “Please Megumi, just want the tip.”
“We can’t. I want to, but— it’s just wrong.” His words cause slight irritancy to stir in you, lips falling into a pout and brows twisting up something wicked with your response being the thing to make the ravenette finally snap. “You’re such a fucking pussy, probably couldn’t make me cum anyway.” This is not the outcome you’d been hoping for. All your hard work, flushed down the drain.
Well, maybe not quite. With the way Megumi unexpectedly shifts your bodies by flipping you onto your back, you can tell you’ve flipped a switch inside him, and it’s not lookin’ pretty. “Fuckin’ bitch.” He spits, voice grating enough to make you whine. In the same breath he gives your panties a harsh yank, leaving your drooling cunt bare and vulnerable to him as the lace is torn to shreds before he lines himself up with your hole, leaving you no room to adjust or even complain just as he rams himself inside of you without remorse.
“Always flaunting your ass in those slut clothes, tryin’ to fuck me when my girl’s here.” You’re rendered helpless underneath him, each one of his powerful thrusts sending your skull back into the hard panel of your headboard when his hand snakes up to grip the sides of your neck harshly. “Fuck, Megumi wait—”
It makes your head spin, and you don’t know if it’s between the death grip he has on your neck, how good his dick feels inside you or the sudden shift in his demeanor— but it’s all too much. And the added buzz of your high only kicks up the pleasure ten times over with the lewd sounds of him slipping in and out of your wet cunt. “Stop running.” A rough palm comes down to smack your hand away before hooking themselves into the underside of your plush thighs, the shrill sounds of your sobs bouncing off the walls of your room as Megumi forces himself deeper into you.
“Slow— down!” Megumi’s voice grows cold— dark, forcing you to choke on your cries with his calloused fingers now taking hold of your hot cheeks, salty tears wetting the digits. “Try to push me out again and I’m really gonna make it hurt, you’re not gonna walk for the next fucking month. Try me.” He was so mean, totally the opposite of what you expected for when he finally caved. Most certainly not the kind boy you knew when you first met, and for sure not the guy who let you string him along like a pliant little puppet.
“But I can’t take it, you’re going too fast—”
He lets a slightly sadistic sneer fall past his lips, the side of his mouth upticking into a smile dangerous enough to make you recoil into your own skin. “Look at that, the slut can’t take dick. Stop fucking lying, more dicks have been in here than I can count on my own two hands, you can take another.”
“You’re too big for me— please slow down,” Your pitiful whimpers have no effect on the man above you whatsoever, ignoring your pleas and using all of his sheer strength to fuck into you harder, faster, deeper.
“This is what you wanted, though. Fuckin’ begged for it, you calling me a liar?” He takes notice of your drooly, fucked out appearance. Aware of just how close you are by how tight you’re clenching around him and unable to provide a response, drenching his entire abdomen in your cum proving to him you’re an even bigger whore than he originally thought.
“I know you heard me, I didn’t fuck you stupid yet.” His hard palm comes down onto your face once, twice as hard the second time leaving a sharp burn. “Now answer my fucking question, you wanted this? I’m not lying, am I?” The tops and bottom of his teeth grate against each other abrasively in your ears rendering you even more sensitive to his attacks, influencing you to shake your head mindlessly as the sheets nearly pierce under your sharp clutch.
“No, you’re not! I wanted it, I wanted you—” Your cries in obedience urge him on, a smirk taking over his features as your licentious persona dissipates with every hard snap of his hips, an indecipherable expression engrained deep into his cobalt irises while he splits you open on his cock.
Every movement inside you jogs his memory of all the slutty shit you’ve done; sending risky drunk texts and nudes to his phone because you knew he was with his girlfriend, usually videos showing off your naked body while pumping some kind of dildo in and out of your soaked pussy attached with a tempting message about how you wish it was him instead of some silly toy.
need you to come fuck me, baby. ;)
Or the many times you’ve put him in compromising situations by purposely leaving pairs of your panties in his room, intentionally left fresh with cum for his girlfriend to find inevitably spiraling into countless arguments and eventually leading to a breakup, all of it fueling the fire inside him as he reaches his own high. “Maybe I should just get you fuckin’ pregnant, maybe you’ll learn how to keep your goddamned legs closed then.”
A hot surge of pleasure shoots down his spine when you wildly bob your head yes, totally captivated by the transparent cream you leave around his length from his words, dangerous words low and almost threatening in your ears that you don’t even care due to how good he makes you feel. “Sick.” He mutters as you feel him fill you, pumping hot strings of cum into you with forceful snaps of his balls against your ass with the air being overcome with the scent of weed, high-pitched moans and pleas for the ravenette to keep going.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming—” You tighten around him with a loud cry, gushing and forcing back moans as Megumi fucks his cum inside you, unconceivable pleasure you’ve never experienced before taking control of your entire body with your manicure leaving bloody scratches on his athletic back.
Your limp form wavers the second Megumi pulls out, your walls letting him go with an audible pop as you struggle to catch your breath, mind completely blank of all thoughts except the white ceiling above you and brutal fuck he just gave you. This was more than you originally bargained for, and you can’t say you were disappointed. Your hunger was satiated with another guy who’s unable to resist your appeal. And what makes it even more braggable? He’s your stepbrother.
“Are you happy now? Or do I need to fuck you again?” His voice is laced with annoyance as he slips back into his shorts as you shake your head, watching him hop off your bed before turning to leave, stopping abruptly when he hears your whiny little voice. “Wait— can you... come back later?”
He spins around, a blank look on his chiseled features. “No. If you wanna get fucked you’re coming to me, not the other way around.” The way he snaps at you makes you halfway shrink into your soaked sheets while also forming another knot in your core, eager for the next load he’s going to fuck into you later on with the previous one still dripping out of your needy pussy as you give a timid nod your head.
When Megumi shuts the door behind him you’re quick to find your journal and a pen, flipping through the pages until you land on the one with his name on it. Satisfied with the loud drag of the ink across the paper as you cross his name out. Scratchhh.
Megumi Fushiguro. ♥︎
You find Megumi in his room later that night like he told you to, tip toeing in the dark space as you crawl into bed over his sleeping form, littering wet kisses over his neck and letting your hand find its way to his semi-hard cock. “Wake up, want you now.” It takes you by surprise as he’s quick to flip you onto your back, making you yelp when your back suddenly meets the bedding underneath you.
“Back for more already?” He inspects your leaking core in front of him, lips puffy with cum as his big hands spread you out for him and observe the panties you failed to wear. “You still got fresh cum inside you, don’t tell me you’re getting greedy?”
“Mm-mm, missed you already.” Your rushed words are hushed by his sweet coos, body already hot for him as his dick smacks against his abdomen when he finally tugs his shorts down. “Shh, m’gonna take care of you.” You feel the pleasurable stretch of his tip pressing into your hole, mouth dropping open as he slowly inches himself all the way inside you, mind beginning to wander impulsively about who your next pawn would be.
Your English professor Suguru? That new kid that just moved in next door? Or maybe it’d be your handsome new stepdaddy, you have always kept a watchful eye out for the older men. Hm, though maybe you’d have to keep Megumi around for a while afterwards. It’d be a wasteful shame to throw a brand new toy away so quickly.
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bbwkenziemack · 8 months ago
Cockwarming is nice and all but could you imagine me spooning you while you sleep, our bodies pressed as close as they can be, and my hands just start wandering? And maybe it finds its way into your shorts, maybe I press a couple fingers to your clit, maybe I tease it just enough to get you wet but not enough to wake you up. Maybe you eventually wake up to two of my fingers inside you and your cunt dripping and hips involuntarily grinding against me, and maybe as soon as I feel you wake up I press another finger into you and keep it there, make you get yourself off because you’re so needy, even in your sleep.
And then, just maybe, I let you give me a proper wake up in return.
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goodgirlpls · 4 months ago
it doesn’t matter how sleepy i am, pin me down and use my body to make yourself feel good
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serostuffsmh · 5 months ago
Wakey Wakey | Dabi
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anon asked: may I request lazy/sweet morning lovin’ with Dabi? Also maybe some praise kink thrown in? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
pairings: dabi x reader
content warnings: somnophilia, praise, dubcon, thigh fucking, dry humping, gender neutral!reader
The sunlight from the cheap blinds shone in his eyes unpleasantly—he really should get new ones if this was going to happen every day—but he seen you were unbothered and untouched by the light. At least someone was had been having a better morning. Speaking of you, you were happily sleeping soundly.
He pressed his face into the exposed part of neck to leave messy morning kisses. “Hmph.” Were all his affections got him. Mildly offended by your reaction, or more likely lack thereof made him pull back. That was fine, he didn’t need you conscious or aware for what he wanted from you.
Pulling you closer so your little rump was pressed against him without any objection from your unconscious from you. A tiny breathy sigh escaped your mouth, probably content from how snuggly you fitted. It was real fucking cute how you probably thought he just wanted to cuddle.  
Stroking down the side of your hips to your virgin soft thighs—even if they had loss their purity a long time ago—they were just what he needed. Pulling his briefs down so he could let his cock out to press on your soft pyjamas. Both your smooth thighs and soft blue pajamas rubbing up the ribbed metals adorned on his prick. The prince being intent on poking the cool barbell against your thighs to make you squirm uncomfortably.
Finally slipping himself between the bare part of your thighs. So soft and snug so you’d hardly notice. There was sparse of any lubrication except his sticky precum that he smeared gently against you, but your skin had been practically made from silk from how smoothly it was to ease his cock in.  
“If only you were awake,” Groaning through his teeth. If you were awake, he might be able to warm his cock comfortably, or fuck you lazily if he wanted. But this would work for now, he could do that after you woke up.  
You had been moving a bit more after he started quickening his pace between your legs, probably from feeling the heat and friction. “Morning.” He mused in your ear.  
You had said something funny, something along the lines of, “Being a good morning,” something that Dabi couldn’t quite make out but he had a good idea of what you meant. Your voice being muffled and face buried into the thick weighted comforter.  
You had removed your head from the covers and let out a breathy, “Can I cum too?” Begging for a share of the pleasure.
“Mm, I guess you can,” Mulling over your words with false contemplation. Abruptly shoving his fingers into your shorts to start touching you while he continued his work between your thighs. Squealing from the sudden attention you jolted yourself away.
“Hey, cut it out. You wanted to cum too, didn’t you?” Roughly pressing his fingers into your hips to still yourself so he could use you just the way he wanted. Trying to keep you nice and still so it wouldn’t spoil the feeling. Continuing to rut and jerk his hips against up against your backside while continuing to play with you using his fingers.  
“If you want to cum, you’ll keep those legs tight for me,” He hissed when he felt you twitching and wriggling start up again. “M’sorry, Dabi.” You mumbled and squeezed your legs together and practically smothering his cock in your thighs. Tensing up and cursing when he felt himself coming, god your fucking thighs were almost as good as when he is buried inside you.
Pulling out from between your thighs to cum on your cute ass and navy-blue shorts of you. “Ah ah- good.” Prolongating ‘good’ to the point that he practically purred it. Curving and arching your back from his lazy fingers continuing to worm around your shorts, squirming from too much stimulation. Your poor cottony pyjamas soiled with his and your own sticky cum. He continued on muttering mindlessly into your neck, “You did so good.”
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controversiallycallie · 2 months ago
please play with my pussy while i’m asleep. make me wake up all horny and confused, my panties drenched in my own cum and desperately wanting more.
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agentofbarnes · 3 months ago
🥴 - Somnophilia kink with Chris or any of his characters? Where he starts taking you while you're asleep and you slowly come to. 🥵
5AM - chris
warnings || smut, minors DNI,creampie, somnophilia, reader is very sleep but loves taking his cock
note || this is something that would have been talked about it their established relationship and was given consent ( like I’d tell Chris if he ever wanted to fuck me awake, that I was into it)
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Chris thought you looked so pretty in the early morning, the sun not even risen over the skyline. He can’t help how his cock jumped at the sight of you splayed out on the bed ketch his shirt ridden over your hips. Your pretty little thong showed off the curve of your ass, and that’s his weakness. His cock in pressed against your back, spooning you closely. He just can’t help the way his hand rubbed over your ass before dipping towards the front of your body.
It doesn’t help how responsive you are to him when his hands slid between your thighs, knowing how much you liked when he touched you while you slept. You were always so needy and whiney when he woke you up with his cock buried in you.
This time would be no different. Just the feather light touches over your mound are enough to have you squirming in subconscious. You sighed out in you sleep, body shifting under the feeling of his fingerpads rubbing against your sensitive clit. A small whine emitted from your throat, cuddling your head into your pillow.
When he feels that you are wet enough, he took his cock out. He was rock hard at the innocent sight of you. He doesn’t waste anytime pushing your panties to the side. He lifted your legs up very gently, pulling you closer as he buried his thick cock into your wet, little cunt.
A gasp escaped your sleepy lips, and Chris thought he might have already woken you up. But you barely stir. It made him smirk, withdrawing his hips before thrusting back in slowly. He repeated the motion over and over again, grunting while you whimpered into your pillow.
You had begun to stir, pushing your hips back against him while you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You felt out of it, from the deep sleep and the pleasure rolling through body while Chris rubbed at your clit.
“Chris...”You moaned out wantonly, gasping for air as he fucked into you with more eagerness. He was closer, and so were you.
“Couldn’t sleep,”He murmured into your hair, hips driving forward with intensity,”You just looked so fucking good, so innocent in your little pink thong...just had to fuck this thought cunt, she was begging for me.”
You don’t protest at all, the thought of your boyfriend being so turned on by you that he needed to fuck you right there was more than enough to have you in a mess.
Together, the orgasm washed over both you. Chris spilled inside of you, white cum dripping out of your pulsating cunt. He took the substance over his fingers, slipping them into your mouth. You sucked tiredly, eyes fluttered shut as you lapped up his juices.
“Hmmm, so good...”You mumbled, turning around to curl up against Chris’ chest with a yawn. It wasn’t long till you were fast asleep, Chris not far behind with a pleased smile on his face knowing you were stuffed with his cum
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pinkkinkygirl · 16 days ago
I want someone to use me for just my body, tell me to shut up and fuck into my mouth when they feel like it, use my tits to get off no matter where we are or what I'm doing. Drill into my cunt when I'm sleeping because I don't get any rest until daddy's satisfied, even if that means fucking me when I'm asleep. I wnat to be fucked and toyed with, I want to be called a slut and a cum dumpster and a whore who just can't help but spread her legs. I want a daddy to boss me around and tell me what a dirty girl I am because of how wet my pussy is just from the though of being treated as less of a human
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