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#tw: unprotected sex
xenclev · 2 years
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hey!!! I'm pretty new here, but I saw your post asking for asks and I was wondering if you could write some nsfw stuff with tengen and/or kyōjurō (kny) and a small!s/o (AFAB)? I hope you're having a good day and thank you even just for reading this!! <3<3
This took me too long to post. Thank you for requesting, and honestly, school has me drained. ++ Kyōjurō is the fave, but he's really hard for me to write for, so it's just Uzui. :( Enjoy!
tw: fem-bodied reader, penis in puss puss, unprotected sex, he's kinda "mean" cause it's lowkey canon, tummy bulge cause of his huge peen, mentions of crying, the word cum is used ofc, unproofed.
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Uzui gets off on the power trip of handling your small frame, and it makes him feel pride when he goes a bit harder on you than his other three wives.
Uzui takes the time to torture you by slowly pulling his shaft from your tight walls. He knows what he's doing, and he does it on purpose; just to see your chest heave up and down. It's just part of the reason why he does it.
Uzui also does it to see you twitch when his hips slam back into yours without a second thought. He does it to see your tiny hands reach for his forearms when he begins drilling into you, sometimes slipping all the way out just to bully his pretty mushroom tip back into your tight constriction.
Uzui mainly loves to see how well you take him; he trains his eyes on how your hole swallows him once again, but that's not all. He absolutely adores the way he can see his cock is so deep that he can see himself in your tummy. Just as he sees the swell of him being in you, his heart does the same, and he wants to see it the entire time he's in you.
Uzui doesn't care about you crying or your babbles of how he's too much. He ignores how you thrash around when he's going too deep; this only leads to him gripping onto your hips tighter and ramming into you even harder as a warning.
Uzui doesn't care how many times you cum; if he hasn't gotten his fill of seeing you an absolute mess for him, then, you're not done.
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blueicequeen19 · 5 months
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Camping Trip
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Warnings: Somno, non-con, unprotected sex, creampie, JJ stealing Rafe’s girl, Rafe claiming her anyway 😮‍💨
I didn't want to come on this camping trip but my girlfriend insisted. The idea behind it was appealing; kayaking through the marsh, partying, then camping for the night, then going back to civilization. The cops left us alone as long as we cleaned up our mess before we left. All the way out here, there was no need to worry about disturbing anyone else or getting a noise complaint. I think this was their way of letting us get everything out of our system. The drugs, alcohol, and sex never stopped flowing at these events. Out here we weren't Kooks or Pogues. We were all alike and just trying to forget for a weekend. Everyone was out in the open, naked and fucking. Or drinking. Or smoking. It was the wildest weekend of the year. But it was torture for me now.
I couldn't relax knowing that the one person plaguing my mind was here and she was here with Rafe fucking Cameron. We were supposed to have some sort of truce with Rafe for Sarah. She didn't want the drama and the retaliation that always followed. And sense one of the rules for coming out here was no fighting, my hands were tied. For the most part.
When we'd been loading the kayaks on the water, I'd seen Rafe's tent lying on the sand waiting to be packed so I nonchalantly bent down to grab something and sliced the side with my knife before he came back. He was more pissed off over manual labor than to notice the giant hole. It wasn't until a few hours ago that he finally noticed and threw a fit. Of course he didn't suspect me because I was the one helping them set up camp. Rafe wasn't made for the outdoors like I was so he didn't have a clue. And when I offered to let them share our four person tent, he was hesitant but he agreed. Especially after I mentioned the risk of sand fleas from sleeping outside.
Y/N saw through my bullshit though. I could tell with the way her eyes tracked my every move, narrowing slightly when we'd lock eyes. My girl isn't stupid so why is she hanging out with this moron?
It was getting late by the time Rafe was drunk enough to be tolerable. My girlfriend was currently passed out in the tent, her buzz keeping her that way as I crawled in next to her. Rafe's one stipulation about sharing the tent was that the girls slept in the middle. That was fine but I couldn't bear to wake my girlfriend so I left her on the side, maneuvering myself between her and Y/N. Both girls were in their bikinis since the night air was still pretty hot and humid while I had nothing on but a pair of basketball shorts. Y/N had laid down a while ago but Rafe was passed out by the fire, where he'd stay for now.
I let my eyes descend her body, marking every detail to memory from the scar on her hip to the freckle on her chest. I want to lick every inch of her the cum on her face. She was exquisite and fucking mine.
I moved closer so her side was pressed to my chest, her hand next to the raging hardon in my shorts. I lost myself in watching the way her tits rose and fell with every breath before I finally pulled each scrap of material to the side to reveal her perfect nipples. They were already hard as I gently blew air across them. She didn't stir so I began to circle one with my point finger, willing it to get as hard as possible. I move to the next one, training my eyes on her face while making sure to listen for movements outside. Her thighs clenched together before falling open, welcoming me as I finally flicked her nipple with my tongue.
God, she tasted good.
I was so hard it hurt and her hand was against my dick, the ultimate form of torture. I didn't stop licking and sucking her peaked little bud until her head fell to the side, exposing her throat to me.
I felt like such a fucking creep but I couldn't help it. This girl made me crazy. I needed her in all the worst ways. Everytime I fucked my girlfriend I had to imagine it was this girl just so I could get off. It was wrong but I was only with her to make Y/N jealous.
I leaned into her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin and the shampoo in her hair. I resisted the urge to mark her pretty throat. Rafe would lose his fucking shit and the truce would be over if I left a hickey on her. It was tempting but I pulled back just as she stirred again and her hand brushed against my cock. I sucked in a breath through my nose before reaching down to free myself from my shorts. My cock rested against her hand and I watched as precum wept from the tip, onto her delicate fingers.
I grit my teeth before reaching down to wrap her hand around my cock and slowly use her hand to jerk myself off. I was on the verge of moaning and cumming from this alone so I took her nipple into my mouth again to try and distract myself from the best handsy I'd ever gotten.
Finally, I pulled away and let her hand drop before I moved to the foot of the tent. There was still no movement from outside so I carefully widened her legs further to get a look at her plump, wet pussy, the fabric of her bikini bottoms were damp with her arousal. I positioned myself on my stomach between her thighs and pressed my nose to the fabric, savoring the way she fucking smelled. I needed to get it together or I was going to run out of time.
I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning when I slowly pulled the fabric to the side and found her slick with arousal, just like I knew she would be. She was waxed and so goddamn smooth. I used my hands to open her up and present myself with her clit. The swollen nub was already darkening in color, ready to be sucked.
I stuck my tongue out flat and swiped it from her entrance to her clit, her taste making me almost blow my load right then. I watched her face for signs of movement as I did it again and again. I tried to take my time while I tasted her when really all I wanted to do was feast like a starved man. I needed to die in this pussy.
When I sucked her clit into my mouth and her legs tightened, I stopped, my eyes trained on her unmoving face. I moved lower, teasing her entrance with my tongue and her brows finally pulled together, the first sign of consciousness I'd seen on her.
I thrust my tongue inside her sweet, wet pussy and her toes immediately curled. I couldn't stop fucking her with my tongue. She was so wet that it was running down my chin, onto my chest while it absolutely just poured out of her like a fountain. Finally a soft hum left her lips and I froze for a moment before carefully moving to my knees as I tried to listen for Rafe outside.
"R-Rafe--." She moaned softly, sliding her legs together and turning on her side. Fire blazed through my blood, my hands balling into fists as I grit my teeth so hard, I feared they might shatter. She's dreaming about fucking Rafe.
I didn't think as I rolled her the rest of the way to her stomach and tucked her thong bikini to the side after shoving her legs together. I straddled her body, freeing my cock again and watching it drip all over her nice ass before I guided it through her slick. Pissed off didn't even begin to describe how I was feeling now. It took every ounce of strength I had left to resist the urge to bury my cock in her in one hard thrust but I didn't.
I eased the tip in as I leaned over her back, blood filling my mouth where I've bit my lip. The tight, wet heat of her pussy washed over me, her walls already pulsing as she pulled me in deeper. I leaned down next to her face, moving her hair out of the way as my pelvis became flush with her ass, and kissed the shell of her ear.
"Who's cock is inside you right now?" I can't help but growl, as I start to roll my hips back and forth. Her breathing picks up, her body reacting to mine as I fuck her with short thrusts, attempting to avoid the slapping sound of skin on skin. Her hands fist the sleeping bag next to her head and I grin before looking between our bodies to watch my cock pull out covered in her white, creamy substance before driving back inside her. I lower myself to her back and drag my tongue up her spine, leaving goosebumps all over her skin as I find her ear again.
"Who's fucking you right now?" I growl, her pussy walls quiver hard as she nears her release. Fuck, I'm right there too. I need to pull out. Rafe can't know I was here or I risk throwing away the truce between the Pogues and Kooks but fuck, I don't think the devil himself could stop me right now. A darker part of me wants to mark her insides with my cum just to claim her then watch it drip. Fuck what Rafe thinks.
I cover her hands with my own, her fingers immediately locking with mine in a tight grip. Every inch of her is drawn tight as she approaches her release, her brows pulled together as she fights to maintain the ruse of being asleep. I want to fuck her harder, faster, but I know we’ll get caught if I lose control.
"I should roll you on your back and make you watch as I fuck my cum into you. Sluts like you deserve to be filled up and left." I keep my voice low in her ear and a small gasp leaves her lips, her eyes finally fluttering open to gaze up at me. I'm not sure if she's afraid or pleading. Afraid I'll stop or pleading for me to continue. She looks hot regardless.
"I--." Her whisper is cut off as she cums hard, practically soaking us both as her eyes roll into the back of her head and she trembles beneath me. I growl, driving myself into her harder as cum shoots deep inside her whether I want it to or not. I grab a fistful of her hair, my mouth at her ear as I cum and cum and cum. It's so much that I can't stop.
"Look at me. Look at who's fucking you, who's cum is inside you." I snap in a low voice but she shakes her head, refusing to look at me.
"Look at me or I'll stop. I know you're gonna cum again. Open your fucking eyes and say my name." Her lips tremble just as her eyes snap open and another orgasm washes over her. The fire in her eyes morphs to one of raw desire just as her lips part on a breathless moan and I hear what I've been dying to hear all night.
"J--." Her mouth clamps closed again as she shakes hard beneath me. I fuck her through it until my own body is shaking from overstimulation and I have no choice but slow to a stop.
Her eyes are heavy for a few moments before they narrow on me, that fire back. I lean in to kiss her, wanting to feel her lips just once but she turns her head, jutting out her chin.
“My cum is leaking out of you and you won’t kiss me?” I rasp in her ear, feeling her body tighten and my cock jerks inside her.
“I hate you.” She bites out, watching as I slowly pull out. I can feel we’ve made a mess and for a few seconds I can’t find it in me to give a fuck. I don’t want to pull out. I’m not ready for this to be over. If anything I want to keep going until the sun comes up and we have no choice but to face Rafe.
“You can hate me all you want but you loved every second of it.” I grab Rafe’s towel and clean her up the best I can before she slaps my hand away and does it herself.
“You’re a piece of shit. I thought you were Rafe.” She hisses, grabbing one of Rafe’s shirts and yanking it over her head, her eyes glancing at my sleeping girlfriend that I’d forgotten about.
I open my mouth to argue when I hear steps shuffling in the sand right outside the tent. There’s the distinct sound of vomiting and gagging as we both scramble to right ourselves and appear to be sleeping. I give her my back and quickly throw my arm over my sleeping girlfriend just as the zipper is pulled back.
“Fuck.” I hear Rafe grumble as he drops down on the sleeping bag next to me. There’s shuffling and I hear her gasp. My teeth grind together at the sound of their heavy breathing. He’s so drunk that he’s gonna fuck her with me in here, not even realizing she’s already full of me.
“Rafe..” I hear her whisper then she gasps as he no doubt buries himself inside her.
“God, you’re so wet. Miss me, baby?”
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hatterbby · 8 months
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pay attention
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cw: prof/student, age gap, manipulation
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"Hey, pay attention," a sharp voice snaps me out of my reverie as I focus once more on the board.
"I.. I am so sorry, sir," I apologize profusely, embarrassment burning in my cheeks.
The bell ringing saves me and everyone quickly begins packing up their stuff. As I begin doing the same, the professor stops in front of my table, "I need you to stay after class."
Once everyone is gone, he glances down at me. "What's going on with you lately? You're usually my model student," he crosses his arms, "Is everything okay?"
"N-no, I mean, yes," I fumble over my words, practically leaping out of my seat as embarrassment pushes me to try and clear up the misunderstanding. A bemused look crosses his face as I stand in front of him now, trying to form a coherent sentence and failing, "I'm really sorry, I've just been very distracted lately."
"Why?" comes his soft reply as my cheeks burn with all my thoughts over the past few weeks and I give a small shake of my head, "Tell me."
"....you," it's a whisper so quiet, but it feels so loud in the silence.
"I'm distracting you?" he confirms, raising a brow. He takes in my blushing, the way I tug on my shirt and twist it around my fingers as I avoid his gaze before it finally clicks. "Ah, I see."
"So, what are you going to do to make it up to me?" he coaxes as he stands there, a smirk playing on his lips.
"What... do you mean?" I ask perplexed.
"I mean, what you just said could be taken as harassment, what are you going to do to make it up to me? What's stopping me from going and telling the dean?" he prompts, his arms on either side trapping me between him and the desk.
My words jumble out, stammering away like a deer caught in the headlights. "What do you want me to do?" my voice comes out small and confused.
"Good girl," he murmurs with a sadistic smile as he quickly turns me around, bending me over the desk. My mind does gymnastics to try and keep up with what's happening, and I open my mouth to voice my confusion.
"Shhh, now, now. You're going to stay quiet like the good little student you are, right? This is going to be our little secret?" he whispers against my ear and a strange thrill fills me as the heat of his breath brushes along my neck. Biting my lip, I give a small nod as I feel his hands pushing up my skirt until it's bunched around my waist.
The clicking sound of his belt buckle fills the room before I feel something hot and thick rubbing along my folds, coating itself in my wetness before pressing in slowly. The stretch burns a bit as I inhale sharply, gripping tightly at the desk to steady myself.
Once he's fully sheathed in my pussy, his arms wrap around me from behind, groping and clinging to me as he begins to thrust into me. Harder, faster. The desk quakes with our motions. I clamp a hand over my mouth, biting into the tender flesh as I try to quiet my moans and cries. The sound of skin on skin, the squelching, the creaking. It all fills the room with the depravity of our actions. His moans are quiet, breathy compared to my muffled but urgent ones.
His hand seeks out the one still gripping the desk, wrapping his fingers with mine as he fucks into me more desperately, more urgently. "You feel so good, fuck," he groans, burying his face into my neck as he seems to wrap himself around me, thrusting into me with wild abandon.
His other hand slides down, fingering my clit as he continues to thrust, and my hips tremble with the force of my release as my pussy clenches tightly around his length. He gasps in approval, grunting a bit as he bites down on my shoulder as if also quieting himself as he pumps a few more times into me, slowing as I feel a warm sensation filling me.
We both collapse into a heap on the desk as he seems to savor holding me for a moment longer. With a reluctant sigh, he pulls back and helps me straighten myself up.
"If you need special tutoring, please don't hesitate to reach out next time," he states as the bell rings again, students beginning to file into the class unaware of what just happened. I nod my thanks as I grab my stuff, the only evidence of our secret oozing down my thigh.
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deadbranch · 13 days
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Soap pushes your knickers aside before shoving his cock into you.
You've been wet and needy for him all evening. Impatient to be alone, he claimed he was tired after you discreetly departed.
Now he's grunting against your neck as you gasp that you're not on the pill. He mumbles that he should stop, pull out, and get a condom.
There's a box of rubbers within arm's reach. Neither of you move to grab them.
You agree out loud that this is risky. He growls in response as he comes. He doesn't pull out.
He says he'll never pull out.
EVENT MASTERLIST
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maroonswan · 8 months
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18+ only - minors dni
This man has me in such a chokehold, and I just need a real one to give it to me just like that 😫 💦!!!
cw: gn!reader + Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijiro + unprotected sex + creampie + love bombs+ manhandling
Don't fight me because I know how you girls like tussle, but you can not tell me that Pro Hero!Kirishima doesn't use at least some of his moves in the bedroom. Safe versions of course. But still, in the heat of the moment, he tends to manhandle, twisting you into all sorts of positions. One of his favorites being the sleeper hold. If you muscles lose stamina after what feels like hours of being locked in a full nelson, Kiri will happily give your sore thighs a break by flipping you face down on the bed and pinning you in the signature hold. Through gritted teeth, he's begging you to hold out just a bit longer as he's so close. His hips making his approaching orgasm clear as he pistons wildly into your tight quivering heat.
Your head is swimming from the limited amount of air as the heavy weight hero fucks you stupid, having you trapped right where he wants you. A thick muscled bicep squeezing into the delicate hallow of your neck as he tells you how good you're being and how much he loves you. Each harsh thrust of his perfectly curved thick cock shoving you forward just for Kirishima to pull you right back, making you scream and your eyes roll back; lips contorting into those embarrassing o-faces. You'll never know how badly he wishes he was able to record each and every one of them.
It's so hot and exhausting. But, Kirishima has the endurance of a work horse born to breed as you cum over and over again until you finally pass out. Your hole giving his big dick one last squeeze that has him seeing stars every time as he fills you with his cum.
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selfloverrrrrr · 2 months
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Masterlist -
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The Kyoto Girl ( NONCON)
Gojo x female reader
Dream is true now ~ ( SMUT)
Megumi x female reader
The Unexpected Reunion ( SMUT)
Gojo x female reader x Geto
The College Incident ( NONCON)
Part-2 ( requested )
Part-3 (requested) ( Noncon)
Gojo x female reader
Gojo ~ Truth or Dare ( SMUT)
Gojo x female reader
Inumaki ~ Speak a loud ( SMUT)
Inumaki x female reader
SUKUNA ~ PLEASURING YOU ( SMUT)
Part 1 ( Sukuna x female reader)
Part 2 (Yuji x female reader)
Sensei's Desire~ (Noncon)
Gojo x female reader
Watching You~(Gojo x female reader)
Part 1 ( smut)
Megumi x female reader
Part 2
Megumi x female reader x Gojo
Part 3 (Noncon)
Gojo x female reader
Angel Became Nightmare (Noncon)
Gojo x female reader
Twisted Life (Noncon)
Gojo x female reader
Fate (Noncon)
Gojo x female reader x sukuna
Gojo ~ Valentine's Day (smut)
Gojo x female reader
You Home? (Noncon)
Yuta x female reader
You were meant to be mine ~ (Noncon)
Megumi x female reader
Yours'~ (Noncon)
Geto x female reader x Gojo
Caught You (smut)
Mahito x female reader
Break her ~
Part 1 (Noncon)
Geto x female reader x Gojo
Part 2 (Noncon)
Gojo x female reader
Accept it ~ (Noncon)
Megumi x female reader
Toji ~ First Meet (smut)
Toji x female reader
Your wife, huh? (Noncon)
Noya x female reader
Seven Minutes In Heaven (smut)
Choso x female reader
Where's The Strongest? (Noncon)
Sukuna x female reader
Luck (smut)
Megumi x female reader
WHO IS SHE?! (Fluff)
Gojo x female reader
You want her?.... that's bad (Noncon)
Kamo x female reader
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bajisbabe · 1 year
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[a/n]: this post has been giving me so much trouble, it’s not even funny. winter fic exchange with @. so here it is, unformatted. :)
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MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.
By clicking the “read more” or “keep reading” button, you are implying that you are at least 18 years old, if not older, and consent to reading the content featured in this post.
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WARNINGS: Fluff, domestic life, plot(?) + smut, established relationship, oral (fem receiving), polite boy!Izuku, aged up!/number 1 pro hero!Izuku, reader can cook, reader and Izuku live together, tiny bit of angst, Izuku calls reader “baby,” reader referred to as beautiful once, slight bondage (?) using Black Whip, izuku uses quirk during sex kinda. P in V sex, unprotected.
Word Count: 4.2k
Synopsis: Izuku is busy, but never too busy to remind you that he loves you.
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~★~
You sat up abruptly, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Glaring into the darkness from your extremely comfortable spot on your shared bed, you muttered out, “Izuku? Is that you?”
It couldn’t have been any later than 5 in the morning. The last lingering bits of dusk before dawn. You couldn’t see much other than his silhouette, and the outline of his hero costume. How his shoulders floated up and down with every ragged breath.
Your lips pursed, brows drawing together. “Are you okay?”
You could make out his faint nod. He sluggishly stripped himself of his clothes, heavy fabric falling to the ground with a thud. He stumbled forward and out of the pile of his clothing, kicking off his signature red boots. He lingered at the edge of the bed for a moment, seemingly watching you. You didn’t quite catch the adoring smile of his, merely complaining up a storm as his heavy body collapsed on top of you.
You made it a point to remind him that muscle weighs a ton and that he had a lot of it. He mumbled a quiet “goodnight, baby” and fell asleep almost immediately. The only thing separating you from his bare skin was the dark green briefs you bought him impulsively on your last trip to the store.
Izuku came home late the next night, being just awake enough to eat the leftovers you had in the fridge for dinner. Since you had yet to go to bed, you joined him in the dining room and watched him eat. He scarfed it down, gulping mouthfuls of water in between big bites.
He told you to tell him about your day and listened eagerly when you did, nodding and replying when appropriate. You tried to ask him about his, only to realize that he had finished his plate and had started to drift off while sitting up.
You shook your head and chuckled some before standing and patting him on the back, eagering him up and out of his seat and to the bathroom. You helped him out of his clothes, and he helped you out of yours. The two of you bathed together. At one point, you sat behind him on the edge of the tub, washing his back and trying to ignore the large amount of soot on his right shoulder—he had some kind of run-in with fire. Not to mention a new scar you had never seen before appeared on his left side.
You rinsed his skin and moved on to his hair, lathering up shampoo in those soft, green curls of his. He sang your praise, telling you that your hands felt so good in his hair.
Because of that combined with his sinking, heavy eyelids, you found it in you to bite your tongue and say nothing. Rather opting to guide him to bed so that you both could sleep.
But you didn’t sleep much that night, insisting on turning to face him even though he much preferred spooning you. It wasn’t like he could put up a fight, he practically fell asleep the second you wiggled out of his arms, his thick fingers still reaching out for you even in his stupor. You watched his face for hours, noting the little flickers of his lashes, the crease in his brow, the blooming color in his cheeks, the quiet breathing from his open lips.
Your hand came up once or twice to brush away any stray hair that had fallen onto his forehead. You had known Izuku long enough to know that he got rather hot when he slept, sometimes even sweating, but he never complained when the both of you cuddled up under the heavy comforter. Never did he move away, or try for a new position once you got comfortable. Not even once.
For some reason, the thought makes you sad. You think of how selfless Izuku is, how kind he is, how he always puts others before himself. How he ultimately always puts himself in danger because of it.
And the thought makes you want to cry.
“Izuku,” you say, rushing to the front door to stop him in his path. He immediately halts, eyes flickering in your direction, brows raising. “Can we talk?”
He opens his mouth as if to tell you that he has somewhere to be—which he does. You know this because he always goes to work around the same time everyday. 8 AM, on the dot. Sometimes as early as 6 or 7, sometimes long before you even get up. But he shuts his mouth, nodding and holding out his hand for you to take. You do, allowing him to guide you to the couch.
You sit right next to him, only allowing a small space so that you can both turn to each other. You take a moment to steel yourself, knowing that what you’re about to ask of him is beyond selfish, and knowing that this might be the first time he’ll ever tell you no.
You stay quiet for a beat too long, relishing in the caress of his thumb across the back of your hand. A soothing technique he’s developed solely for you over the course of the last couple of years. “Are you alright?”
You get the urge to cry again, but you don’t. Your head drops so that you can stare at your lap, now unable to make eye contact.
“Baby,” he asks, a hint of panic in his voice. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His hands come up to cup your face, calloused palms feeling warm against your skin.
“Nothing,” you lie, biting your lip.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” He murmurs, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. “I’ll listen.”
“I know.” You sigh, pulling at his wrists and turning your head to break the touch. You look back for a second, only to find a rather heartbroken expression on his face.
“What?” He asks quietly. “What’s wrong?”
You take a breath, suddenly feeling trapped. You need to say it. You need to say something. He should be on his way to patrol right now, and here you are, taking up his precious time. You should hurry up and say what you have to say so that he can go.
But I don’t want him to go. You think.
“Izuku,” you say.
He meets your eyes, brows furrowing at the emotion he can’t quite decipher in them.
“Izuku, I want you to quit being a hero.”
After saying such a thing, you seemingly snapped out of your trance and immediately took back your words. Izuku tried to ask you what you meant, and begged you to just talk to him. But you stood up and walked to the front door, knowing that he’d follow you—like he always does.
You told him to have a good day at work, and shrugged him away when he attempted to grab your arms. Scurrying off to your shared bedroom, you closed and locked the door behind you. You heard the knob turn some, then a small knock at the door. Izuku called your name, “Open the door.”
You didn’t, telling him again to have a good day at work. A lingering silence followed.
“Please.” He said. “Can you please open the door?”
You faltered for a moment, fingers aching to turn the knob and let him in. But still, you didn’t.
Izuku hesitated to leave, but ultimately had no other choice when he received a call from one of his colleagues, telling him to “get his shitty ass down here.”
Izuku came home early that night, far too early, in fact. Early enough for your dinner to still be hot—which hasn’t happened in months. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, watching Izuku sitting before you.
He ate slowly, complementing your cooking. Only taking a couple swigs of his drink every now and then. He seemed so unlike himself from a night ago. Making small talk, which you responded to in small phrases or single words.
He finished his dinner, wiping his mouth with a napkin. You met eyes. “This morning”—you cringed—“when you told me that you wanted me to quit, you meant it, didn’t you?”
You couldn’t speak, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. So you mustered up enough strength to nod. It’s not so much that you wanted him to quit as you know that being a hero was his biggest dream growing up—you could never deny him that. But it’s more so that you want him to be safe. You can’t say that though as it seems your mouth refuses to open.
“I knew it.” He doesn’t say it bitterly, or even matter-of-factly. It’s soft, breathy. He stays quiet for a beat. “Do you miss me?”
You frown. “It’s more than that, Izuku.”
“I know.” He says. “I’m not really home for dinner, not here when you shower, or go to bed. Not here when you wake up or go to work. Not really here in general—”
“It’s not that.” You say, frown deepening.
“Then what is it?” You hate how he speaks to you. Not stiffly or angrily. It’s all too kind, too understanding. Too compassionate and empathetic.
“It’s—” you meet his eyes again, breath taken away by how sincere of a look he’s giving you. You can’t help but be honest then. “I’m scared.”
“Scared?” He asks, brows furrowing. “Of what? Or… who?” He scratches his cheek, trying to think of what he couldn’t protect you from—which is practically nothing, considering he’s the number 1 pro hero. Not to mention, you yourself were pretty well-versed in combat. To this day, you could probably toss Izuku on his ass if he wasn’t careful. He couldn’t think of anything that would scare you.
“Nothing.” You say. “No one. I’m scared… I’m scared of—” why can’t you bring yourself to say it?
He doesn’t say anything, allowing you to gather your thoughts and conjure up something to say.
“I’m scared of you—”
“Of me?”
“No!” You whine. “I’m scared of you getting hurt, alright?”
“Oh,” he murmurs. He mulls over your words for a moment. He isn’t quite sure what to say. “Well… I haven’t gotten hurt yet.”
“First of all, that’s a lie.” You sigh heavily, wanting to point out the new scar he was sporting the other day, but you choose not to. “And second—Izuku, that’s not the point.”
“I know,” he repeats quietly.
“You’re not invincible.”
“I know—”
“If you say ‘I know’ one more time—”
“I’m sorry.”
You frown, clutching your fork rather tightly. You can do nothing but sit and stare. You don’t know what to say. Your grip tightens to the point that it begins to hurt.
Izuku looks over at your hand, stands, and gently pries the utensil out of your fingers. He smooths his thumb over your reddening palm. Using both hands, he pushes and pulls the skin as though it’ll make the indent stretch and disappear. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he kisses your palm gently. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “Really, I am.”
One kiss turns into two, then two into three. He gradually moves his lips down to kiss your wrist and brings your hand to cup his face. He nuzzles his cheek into your palm and sighs contentedly.
“I’ll be more careful, I promise.”
“You miss me?” Izuku says, tossing his bag down onto the floor. He kicks off his boots unceremoniously and quickly climbs into bed with you, still clad in his jacket and sweats. His cheeks are a bit rosy from the chill outside.
You roll your eyes and continue to read your book as he wraps his arms around your waist, his cheek resting near your belly.
He looks up at you, eyes gleaming with love. “Baby,” it’s whiny and teasing. “Look at me.”
You glance at him over the top of your book, seemingly unamused. Using his pointer finger, he pushes the book down gently to reveal your face to him. Smiling stupidly, he takes your chin and pulls you down some until your lips meet.
“You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He says.
You set your book down with a huff. “I’m not mad!”
“Are so,” he says, turning over to lay his head flat. “You do that foot tapping thing when you’re mad.”
“I’m not”—you look down to see that your right foot is in fact tapping subtly against the sheet. “That doesn’t mean I’m mad.” You say heatedly.
“Whatever you say, baby.” He glances your way, lips tugging up at the sight of your frown. You’re adorable.
He lets the silence eat away at you, knowing you’ll fess up if he just lets you simmer for a bit. “You came home early!”
“What?” He says, sitting up so that he can see you face-to-face. His left eyebrow raises. “You’re mad because I came home early?”
“No!” You say, taking a moment to watch your tone as you realize how mean you sound. “No. It’s just”—you sigh, closing your eyes. “If you had told me you were going to be home, I could’ve…”
“Could’ve what?” now you’ve really got his attention.
“Could’ve… I don’t know”—you sigh again, feeling frustrated. Every time you see him, it’s like your tongue begins to twist—“I could’ve done something for you. Like, made you lunch or something. Or we could’ve gone out. I don’t know.”
“Awh, baby.” He coos, that insistent smile returns. He grabs your arms, rubbing his large hands up and down them in a comforting manner. “It’s not too late, we still have time.”
“No,” you say sullenly. “It should have been a surprise.”
“Why?” He asks dumbly. Sometimes he really doesn’t understand you. Hardly ever, but when he doesn’t, he really doesn’t.
“I don’t know,” you repeat, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess I wanted to make you feel special.”
He pauses, his cheeks reddening. He dips his head so that you don’t catch the blush blooming on his face. “It’s alright, I don’t need a surprise to feel special, baby.” His hands speed up, a nervous impulse that gives away his sudden shyness.
You turn to look at him, head tilting as you find that he has ducked his head. You can’t quite see his face. “Izuku?” You ask. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” He says a bit too quickly.
You hum in question, peering closer. “Are you blushing?”
“What?” He sputters. “No!”
“You are!” You say, excitedly. “Oh my god!”
“No,” he groans, cupping his own face in an attempt to cover it up.
He lets you laugh and tease all you want, fighting back another smile until you finally sober up. “Izuku,” you say, drawing his attention.
His eyes shine innocently. “Yeah?”
“What can I do for you?” You ask. “To make you feel special, I mean.”
He ponders on it for a bit, but not long. “Nothing.” He pauses for another beat before saying, “I already feel special when I’m with you. There’s nothing I want you to do for me.”
Although your heart swoons at his words, you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Was there really nothing you could do for him?
“You sure?” You are looking in his eyes when you notice them darken subtly. Had you not been looking, you wouldn’t have caught it.
“Well,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to the sheets. “Could you let me—wou—would you let me… Never mind.”
“What? No!” You scoot closer to him, grabbing his hands and pulling them to you. “Tell me, tell me!”
“Well, uh,” he looks up at the ceiling, suddenly unable to make eye contact. “Well, uhm, would you let me… Would you, maybe…”
“Izuku,” you drop his hand to place your left hand on his shoulder, your right hand still holding one of his. “You can say anything, seriously.”
“Okay,” he sighs, looking unsure. “Uhm, what I’m trying to say is… Could I maybe eatyouout?”
You blink. “What?”
“Please don’t make me repeat myself.”
Because Izuku is always so busy on patrol, it’s been a minute since he’s given oral. You still get intimate every now and then, but you hardly have time for foreplay. You never ask because you know he’s busy and feel that it’s selfish of you to do so.
Little do you know, he’s been craving it but holding back because you haven’t asked for it.
“Oh,” you say. “Well, if that’s all”—you slip off your shorts.
“Oh.” He repeats, mouth agape. He didn’t think it would be this easy. He honestly thought you’d say no, or laugh his request off. He has to stop himself from looking as eager as he feels. “Okay.”
It takes him a second to act, to move. His large, calloused hands smoothing over your inner thighs and spreading your legs. He lets out a hushed curse at the sight in between. He looks up at you, then down, then up, and down again.
“May I?”
You bite your lip, words stuck in your throat as you nod. He doesn’t hesitate any longer, kissing at your clothed clit and licking through the fabric at your hole. He can only handle so much before he hooks his finger on the bridge of your panties and pulls it over to reveal you to him.
“Fuck.” He breathes, shuddering with excitement at the prospect of what’s to come. He sucks at your clit, drawing circles around it with your tongue. His hands cup under your knees, forcing your legs up higher as you tremble beneath him. He can’t help but think of how beautiful you are as he tugs your panties off and tosses them aside. They were only getting in his way.
His tongue delves into your hole, greedily drinking up all you have to offer until you’re begging for mercy. “Izuku, please!”
“I know,” he mumbles. “I know.” He presses a finger in, easing it back and forth as he kisses your clit. Then, a second, speeding up to a punishing pace.
Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping harshly, but you know it’s nothing that Izuku can’t take. He twists his fingers, curling them expertly in a way that has you gasping. Adding a third finger to ensure you’ll be stretched enough to take him. Adding a particularly pointed thrust of his fingers, he feels you tighten around them. Pulling away only to suck off your juices obscenely, tongue flicking between his pointer and middle fingers.
“You’re so wet,” his eyes are heavy-lidded, lips wet with your release. He’s staring down, seemingly infatuated with your pussy. “I missed this. I missed you, baby. So much.”
You feel your skin warm, embarrassment setting in. “Shut up.” You grumble, your tone holding no heat. He simply smiles at you, eyes glancing down at himself then back up to you with a more sheepish expression. You look down, finding that there’s an obvious tent in his sweats. One spot in particular seems damp with pre.
You don’t say anything, opening your legs just a bit wider to invite him in. He quickly shucks off his jacket, kicking off his pants, and pulling down his boxers. He eases his way through your legs, his hips bumping your knees and thighs out of the way as he closes in on you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He says quietly, breathily.
You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he leans closer, curving in over you. He presses his throbbing tip to your hole. He slides his tip from your clit to your hole once, twice, making you ache with need. He’s big, moreso in width than in length. But his length is certainly nothing to ignore either. You catch sight of a neat patch of curly green hair—it’s all sticky with pre, looks like he might have come while eating you out—and a smattering of freckles that you can just barely make out right above his pelvis.
“Fuuuck,” he whines, teasing you both as he presses the tip in, then backs out, and presses in again. The stretch of it alone has you squirming. “Think you can handle me?”
It’s one of the very few times Izuku’s teasing sounds a bit too mean. His eyes are dark and his smile seems so smug all of a sudden. He’s only teasing, but you can’t take it. “Hurry, please!”
“Why,” he aligns himself with you. “We’ve got all night, baby.” Then, he thrusts in. He slides it all in in one go, leaving you writhing and panting. You feel him shudder against you, strong thighs pressed up against your ass. His eyes roll back, a hiss blowing through his teeth.
He doesn’t make you wait any longer, speeding up to a rhythmic pace, neither too slow nor too fast. You can hardly keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut in an attempt to drown out the immense pleasure you feel as the curve of his cock stretches you deliciously. He’s strong, every thrust jolting your body and taking your breath. Your toes curl as he hits the rough patch inside of you, hips grinding against you once he realizes.
“That feel good? You like that?”
You can only nod numbly, body tingling. Your hands grasp the sheets beneath you, back arching. His hands slide under your shirt, greedily groping at your breasts as he eases the fabric up and out of the way. He mouths at the skin, relishing in the moan you let out in response. He sucks the plump flesh, squeezing as he slows his thrusts. It’s agonizing.
He tongues at your neck, kissing and sucking, hands still on your breast. Thrusts slow, but still hard enough to shake the bed frame. You wonder how it withstands his power.
“You’re making me feel so special, baby.” He chokes out, voice muffled in the place where your shoulder and neck meet. “Sooo—fucking—special.” He accentuates every word with a thrust.
A hint of light catches your eye, a green and black swirling pattern spiraling over his forearms. Black Whip, you recall vaguely. Hardly able to understand as your brain has turned to mush at the slow strokes of his cock. The whip latches on to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. It doesn’t hurt, only buzzes gently against your skin.
Izuku begins to gasp and sputter against you, lips kissing yours messy and wet. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, lips swollen and red from biting. His hair is even more of a mess than usual and his cheeks are blushing a pretty red. You can see the muscles in his lower abdomen contract, his thighs tensing. He looks so feral, but you aren’t afraid. Even with as much power as Izuku possesses, you know he’d never be a threat to you.
Your belly tightens at the thought, his pelvis rubbing pleasantly your clit when he thrusts in, hips grinding slowly. Your head thrums with pleasure, ears ringing a bit as he groans above you. The coil in your stomach snaps suddenly, your pussy spasming around him. “Oh,” he mumbles hazily, unable to stop himself from coming undone.
His cum fills you, thick and hot, cock pulsing. You throb with pleasure, fingers twisting the sheets until they nearly come up. Colors and shapes dancing behind your eyes, you sink further into the afterglow.
It takes a full minute for him to calm, Black Whip gradually disappearing into his skin as his hands gently release their hold on you. He eases out slowly, evermore careful when you groan at the loss of touch. “Sorry,” he mutters. “Might have overdone it.”
You sit up rather groggily, pushing up on your hands despite Izuku worrying over you and telling you to lay back down and rest. “Don’t be.” You smile at him softly, a hand coming up to cup his face.
His anxious expression melts away as he nuzzles into your palm, intertwining the fingers of your free hand with his. He allows a similar smile to grace his lips, “I’ll start coming home early from now on.” He says.
For a moment, you think he’s joking and laugh quietly. But there’s a certain look of determination in his eyes, one you don’t bother to combat as he explains how he’ll double his work effort in half an amount of hours on patrol so that he’ll have more time to spend with you, even if that means handing over the workload to Bakugo—who he already talked to this about, being sure to include the opinions of his task force too.
“I don’t think he’d mind,” Izuku says softly. “He’s always saying he could do it better.” You both laugh, smiling stupidly at each other. Izuku stands, saying that he’ll get you water and start a bath. You nod, unable to voice just how grateful you are for him. Just before he exits the room, he turns to you. “Oh, I almost forgot! I know you told me to be more careful and—and I am, so…” he stops short when he sees the look of utter adoration you’re giving him. He chuckles, feeling his face warm. “So you don’t have to worry about me, we’ve got a new buddy system and everything. I’ll make sure I come home to your every night. I’ll keep my promise, okay? So don’t worry.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, running off to fetch a new set of sheets for the bed. Even though he can’t hear you, you still speak.
“Okay.”
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mrsackermannx · 3 months
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you and suguru have the tendency to get carried away all too often. that’s how you find him slotted between your thighs, forehead on yours and panting as he teases your clit through your panties, the mix of your arousals soaking through. fresh out of condoms, suguru promises to only do this, but then it gets so sloppy, and he’s guiding his cock in to you accidently, forgetting about the panties. it feels so good when he slides in, the panties stopping him from sinking in fully. he can’t help but pull them aside. you can’t help but get carried away…
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hunwes · 2 months
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"Yeey! I've babytrapped you" 👶👽👶
Your human girlfriend is kind of a dumb bimbo. There was a good reason why you've always used protection to avoid getting her pregnant. Your species history is not really a fairy tale if it comes to reproduction with foreign races. Almost 100% of childbearings are lethal to the foreigners if they mate with your species.
Monica wasn't aware of this grim fact. Her gold digger instincts took control and she managed to pierce all your condoms. Added to this, she was taking pregnancy vitamins and conception pills to secure her goals. She knew already that you're a rich sportsman and your extraordinary achievements in baseball worths to babytrap you. How foul.
Yet she's happy to got pregnant by you within a blink of an eye. She's doing her foolish victory belly dance with glorious look on her face. She's satisfied and pleased at the moment, thinking now she's in control of you and can rip you off with childcare payments in the future.
But her evil plans will soon come to a bloody and unhappy end. Monica might enjoy the pleasures of the growing alien fetus inside her, but as soon as she can't expand anymore her belly will burst, as your child will emerge from her looking like a teenager already. There's no way to stop the progress.
As soon as the first internal ruptures and bleeding occurs, she'll realise that babytrapping you was a pretty wrong idea. But it'll be too late. Her fate is determined. This was the last of her gold digging attempts to find a stuffed man to blackmail him with a baby. Foolishness never pays off.
She had a good cunt to fill up by the way. Too bad you won't be able to f*ck her ever again...
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ayekittyk4t · 1 year
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i got a box you can put all your lies in | till dawn (here comes the sun)
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♱ Desc: Your Ex-Boyfriends father asks why you two broke up. When you give in and tell him, he shows you what you’d been missing all along.
♱ Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x AFAB! Reader
♱ Content: Smut…
♱ Content Warning: Unestablished Relationships, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Age gap, Degradation, No Prep, Slapping (Face, Ass), Chokehold (bc it’s toji duh), Fingers Sucking, Names (Sweetheart, slut, whore), might be more just lmk
♱ Word Count: 3423
a/n wrote this on a whim like most of my fics. but i love toji sm but i realized i only have one fic of him. this is also me kinda manifesting this irl ;) playing playing. but this is so basic,bc there’s so many tojixreaders like this but reader is always sad. so i made her not emo here 💅🏻
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“So you broke my son's heart.”
Mr Fushiguro spoke in a hoarse voice standing with the door to his home halfway open. The rain is pouring outside, and you're soaked from your feet up after walking from your car to the front steps of your now Ex- Boyfriend’s home. Cold droplets of water drip off your skin and dampen your clothes, you’re shivering from the wetness.
The comment took you by surprise. It was somewhat true. Mostly true. However, to be told this by your Ex’s father wasn’t really ideal.
“I-I don’t think so.” You choke on your own tongue, not sure of how to respond to such a comment.
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and a faint smirk displays itself on Mr Fushiguros scared lips. He licks them, and puffs his chest out, running his hand through his dark locks.
“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart.” He addressed you by a nickname that’s never slipped off his tongue. Or if it has, you didn’t recall the moment. “I’ll get you stuff. That’s what you're here for, right?” The door opens wider, and he’s moved waiting for you to enter.
“Mr Fushiguro, I can wait outside. It’s ok.”
“You want to wait in the rain?”
He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed and tilts his head forward to you. Mr Fushuguro towers over you as he takes a step to size you up and down. You’re wearing a now see through long sleeve with no sweater.
“Yes.”
“No, come in, you're soaked.” He waves his hand, and as docile as you are, you listen and take a step into the Fushiguro home.
It was strange walking into a home you know you were no longer welcome into with open arms. You hadn’t come in a few weeks after your break up with Megumi. Of course, it smelt the same, looked the same, and provided you with that warmth you always liked so much of your Ex-Boyfriend’s household.
It smelt of musky sandalwood and firewood, and the occasional intoxicating booze. The lighting was low, always making you sleepy, and it was furnished so minimally.
“Take a seat, I’ll go grab your things.” The heavy front door shuts, and the locks on the door click loudly. You take a seat into the plush dark brown leather couch, and watch as Mr Fushiguro disappears from your view walking into a dark hallway.
Turning, you face the burning fire and slide yourself off the couch to get closer to the warmth. You wipe the droplets of water off with your sleeve and push the wet hair off your face, trying to make yourself presentable in the slightest.
“You know,” Mr Fushiguros booming from the hallway shakes you. Then he begins, this time lowering his voice a bit, “He had so much of your stuff.”
You find yourself stuck looking at the sight of the fire. The burning embers, orange and red flames striking high and the crack of wood. After a few seconds, you turn back to find Mr Fushiguro standing over you with a box full of your belongings.
He looks down upon you, kneeling and looking up at him like a lost puppy. Mouth agape, eyes big and lashes fluttering.
“So why’d it end?” He breaks the silence, walking away from you to take a seat on his couch. He placed the box in his lap and ran his fingers along the pages of a book you let your boyfriend borrow.
“Um,” You pause. This wasn’t a appropriate discussion to have with your Ex-Boyfriend’s dad, you thought. “We mutually agreed to it.”
Mr Fushiguro snorted, spreading his legs wider and leaning into the couch more.
“Bullshit.” He looks you into your eyes. They're a dark, enticing green. You’ve never seen a color like them before.
“E-excuse me?”
“I said that’s bullshit.” You blink hard from his comment. Ripping your eyes away from his. What was he saying? Why was he saying such things? This is the most he’s interacted with you, ever, and just now he becomes an entirely different person.
He moved the box off his lap, taking a hold of the book. It was then you noticed how tight his black long sleeve was and how nice and fitted his gray sweatpants were on the swell…
God, what were you thinking?
Mr Fushiguro skims through a few pages of the book, inhaling a whiff of that new book smell. Then, he reaches into the box and looks at all your belongings.
“You’ve got some real personal stuff in here, Kid.”
“Hey!” You straighten from your slouch and scramble up, “Can I have my box now please?”
He looks at you still one your knees, pulling the box closer to his chest, “Tell me the truth, then I will give the box to you.” His tone is stern and his voice is strong.
“I already told you the truth, Mr Fushiguro.”
“Toji.”
“What?” You asked.
“Call me Toji. You keep calling me Mr Fushiguro.” He says, mocking your whiny voice.
“I already told you the truth, Toji.” This time you address him by Toji, and say his name with venom on your tongue. You were becoming irritated by Tojis childish antics.
“Mm, no, I don’t believe you did.” He looks into your eyes and squints, shaking his head lightly before digging back into the box.
“Woah, how obscene.” He mumbles under his breath, just enough for you to hear. And he flips it towards you, showing the a polaroid in his hand, and you find your naked breasts on full display.
“Toji, no-”
“All you have to do is tell me the truth.” He looks back towards you, wide grin on his face.
“I said it was mutual.” You protest, not noticing how you crawled closer to him.
“Huh, guess I’ll keep looking then.”
“No!” You shout, “I’ll tell you, Toji! Just please stop looking.” You beg, looking up to him with frustration and eyes watering.
“H-He,” You begin, leaning away from Toji, “He didn’t please me sexually.”
You look away from him, and down into your lap. Nervously, you play with your fingers. Cracking them and rubbing the center of your palm with your thumb. Just doing anything but looking into his eyes.
The room is quiet, except for the sound of the crackling fire and heavy raindrops on the window.
“Why is that?” Toji asks, this time his voice is much softer.
It wasn’t right to go into detail. This was your Ex-Boyfriends father for Christ's sake. Though, it all had just felt right to do so at the moment.
“I wanted him to be more aggressive.” You begin, lifting your head to look at him, “He treated me like a delicate little fawn. Like I was going to break even if he pinched me, pushed me, added more pressure.”
The tone of your voice changed from a struggling whine to complete annoyance.
“And I’m not some porcelain doll, I’m human.” In seconds you're already throwing your hands up, “And at first, I thought it was because he was shy and quiet, then maybe he’d eventually open up to me. But that time never came, Toji. I waited so long for it, and still, everything was so gentle with him.”
When you laid your eyes back into Tojis eyes, his face was straight. He has no emotions displayed.
“So you’re a pain slut?”
“Toji!”
“Am I wrong?” He questions you, tilting his head to the side and bringing himself down to you. He watches as you try to collect yourself. You’re in shock, but he noticed the tinge of redness on your cheekbones.
“You like it rough? You like to be hit? You like to be hurt?” He says the last words with so much bitterness, his breath fanning over your face from how close he was. No matter how much you tried to look away, to pull yourself away, you just couldn’t.
“You’re a fucking masochist.”
You don’t know what it was, but it seemed like that word may have been it. That nine letter and three syllable word. Masochist. And you fucking lost it.
You pull him in, arms around his neck and kiss him hard. At first you, he doesn’t reciprocate the favor, but then, his lips meet yours in a similar aggressiveness. You’re pulling him foward, devouring the taste of his mouth.
Soon, he follows your movements, meeting you on the floor. His arms wrap around your body. So big and strong that he lifts you, and slams you onto the floor. Your head barely misses the chimney, and back aching from the strength.
He rips away from your lips, kneeling in his knees to look at you on the floor. The orange glow of the fire reflects of your face, and your chest rises and falls intensely. His hands meet at your waist, squeezing and pulling.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He pushes your damp shirt up, exposing your belly, “You’re no delicate doll now.”
Tojis lips are on yours again, harsh and hot with fervor. He between your legs now, your knees spread wide and his body. You try to mimic his movements but he’s just too strong for you. Panting, you open your mouth, and turn your head away, Toji uses the moment to trail kisses from you jaw to your neck. His hot tongue traces small circles on your skin. Looking down, you catch his dark green orbs on yours. He flashes you a smile, then bites down on your skin.
You moan, throwing your head back and arching your back to Toji. Your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Once you open your eyes, you catch a glance of a family portrait. Guilt seeping into your skin at the sight.
“I don’t think,” He’s moved lower to your collarbone, and bites down again, “Fuck, I don’t think this a good idea.”
He doesn’t stop his movements, only getting closer and closer to your cleavage. Toji looks into your eyes, then looks in your directions.
“You now realize it when I’m about to put my mouth on your tits?” He questions you.
The picture was a portrait of the two when Megumi was just and little boy and Toji a young man. You cant look away, your eyes glued to it.
“Look at me,” Tojis rough hand meets your jaw harshly, squeezing your cheeks and pulling you away to look at him, “What do you want?”
Time seems to stop when he asks you the question. What did you want? It didn’t take a lot of time for you to come to a conclusion of what you wanted. You wanted him. In you, around you, on you. You wanted Toji.
“Fuck me, Toji.” You softly say, “I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t worry about hurting me, just do it.”
He doesn’t waste time, ripping your clothes off in swift movements. And in a few moments you're laid naked in front him and his hands trails and the plains of skin all across your body. You ache for more, gyrating your hips in the slightest to gain some relief.
“Shit, you’re really fucking horny for it aren’t you?” His hand reaches the hem of your panties, playing with the small little rose of the center of them. Rapidly, he pinches the hem between his thumb and pointer and yanks them off. You hear a tear, instinctively your hands reach out to his, falling from your reach as he pulls your panties down your legs.
An intense throbbing from your cunt sends your entire body into a fierce shake. It was so apparent, that Toji took it upon himself to reach out two of fingers down towards your cunt. He rubs them along slick cunt and collects the unbelievable amount of juices you’ve leaked onto him by such a simple movement.
“Yea, so fuckin’ wet.”
You reach down, trying to get your dainty fingers on your clit to increase the pleasure but he’s fast. He catches you, and pins both your hands above your head with just one of his.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Slut?” His voice is nasty, and his name to address you is so vulgar. His displeasemenf with your actions drips off his tone and his face.
“You said you wanted it rough. And I’ll give you exactly that if that slutty cunt of yours can't wait.”
Fear seeps in your gut. You should stop. Megumi could home any second, catch you two in the act and not only hate you, but his own father. It wasn’t right, it was so wrong. You didn’t need anyone to tell you that except your own conscience. But, oh, how good did everything that was wrong feel so blissful. Though, not only the fear of being caught make your stomach churn, but also the capability of the man above you.
The capability of the man who was now reaching into his sweats and stroking his throbbing cock. Pulling the length out, and your eyes widen at the sight. The thick, veiny and big. The tip of it is angry, burning red, exposing you to how much he wanted to do this too.
Your wrists hurt from the heavy weight being put on them, pushing and squeezing, keeping you put. You try to wiggle them free, but it was no use. You just wanted to touch him, feel him. You bet he felt so good.
“Hey, look at me.” Toji nudges your face hard.
You look into his eyes, and somehow they darkened.
“Watch it stretch you out.”
So you do.
You watch as the thick head of his cock, teases your clit, rubbing and mixing his precum along your slick. Toji does a good job of containing everything, as you twitched at the acting and whimpered.
“Feels so good.”
“I bet it fuckin’ does.” He thrusts in without a warning. You scream, tense and squeezing him so tight. Arching you back, you try your best to calm yourself. Breath, relax, accept the hurt.
He pushed his full length into your tight cunt, and tries to deepen himself in you as much as he could. Spreading your legs wide with his free hand, he watches how furrowed your eyebrows were and how you bite your lip, then pulls out and does the same.
Toji fucks you hard. Mumbling obscenities and pulling the full length of his cock out your cunt, just to shove it back in. He fills you with that pleasurable pain with each and everyone of his thrusts.
It makes you loose your mind. You become lost in the pleasure, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. Putting on a show for him. Showing him how beautiful you can be with his cock fucking into your nice and rough.
He's restless, animalistic, pushing you up against the carpet with each thrust, and it scratches your bare body. Large huffs of air vibrate in his chest and fall past his scarred lips as groans.
“Look at me.” He growls and demands you. And despite how scary he sounded, you just couldn’t. The pit of shame in your belly grew and everything felt so good, looking him in his eyes would just worsen the feeling and make you cum too fast.
Toji didn’t like your disobedience though.
“Listen to me, Whore.” He slaps you, your eyes shooting open and moaning the loudest you ever have in your life. Below him, you twitch, and he feels you squeeze around his cock.
“Ah, fuck, you like that, huh?”
“Mhm,” You gyrate your hips to intensify your pleasure.
“Yes or no.” He punctuates each word with harsh thrusts.
“Yes, I fucking love it.”
And in one swift movement, Toji rips himself out of you to flip you over. Your legs are weak, not allowing you to hold yourself up straight so quickly. Toji has no pantience, using his own strenght to wrap his arms around your waist and lift your ass up to him.
“Yea, you like that?” He slaps your ass, watching the fat jiggle and squeezes. You jolt, arching your back from the sting and trying to gain balance on your hands, but Toji pushes you back down, You rest your head on your forearm, nails digging into the stone fireplace.
He spreads your asscheeks to watch your cunt clench around nothing, then without a warning, he shoves himself back in. You moan a long Fuck, the vertebrae down the collin of your spine protrude at the arch of your back.
The obscenities just roll of his tongue so casually and he fucks you so good you almost forget he was your Exs dad. You almost forget how old he is. You almost forget you can so easily get caught in the act.
Your elbows rub against the carpet, getting scraped and hot from the aggressiveness of Tojis hips flushed against your ass. You can't help yourself, pushing your ass back to meet his movements and feeling deeper inside you.
“Oh, you feel so good. Squeezing me nice and tight.” He laughs wickedly, one hand squeezing your hip, piercing your skin with his blunt fingernails. You feel his other hand snake down your back, and grab some hair from the scalp and pull.
You bareback meets his clothed chest, hands rambling for a hold to balance yourself. You latch into his shirt behind you, gripping it and stretching the material with your grasp.
Toji picks a leg up, and fucks into you. He pulls your head into the crook of his neck, and you feel his heavy breath all over your face. He smelled so good. Like fig and booze. It was intoxicating, making you ache all over.
You press your lips together, holding in your moan, humming in bliss instead. But he wants you out loud, it motivates him. He nudges your cheek with two fingers, but when that doesn’t work, he lays a hard slap on your face and your mouth drops open in a moan.
“Suck.” Two fingers dig into you mouth, you instinctively gag. Toji feels your cunt tighten around him again. He rubs your tongue, and you wrap your lips around two thick fingers. Tasting what you believed to be the flavor of whiskey left on his skin. He pulls them out, watches the drool spill out your lips, and drop onto the floor.
His thrusts haven’t stopped, he keeps going. His cock hitting the deepest places in your body, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm. You feel his finger trail down your navel, onto your cunt and rubs your clit. To that, you tug his shirt and pull him closer to your back.
Just when you thought you couldn’t feel better, when you thought you’d finally reached the peak of your pleasure. Toji wraps his arm around your neck, and places you in a choke hold. The sudden constriction on your neck was absolutely delightful.
You two drop down, his body tight against yours while you did your best to not fall over. He keeps ahold on your neck, making your wheeze and listen to his animalistic grunts. His cock hits your cervix, and your orgasm begins to build up faster.
“Toji, Im gonna-” You say through wheezing breaths, trying your best to speak.
“I know.” His voice is hoarse and addicting.
It hits you hard, and your squeezing around him in moments. Gushing, moaning, rutting. You didn’t know you could turn into this type of person, this side of you was foreign.
“Fuckin’ hell, you dirty, dirty, girl.”
Toji isn’t far back either, his cock pulsing inside your sensitive walls. He’s loud. He’s saying so much, but your come down was so intense, you couldn’t dechipher his words.
“Mm, fuck.” Toji pulls out, hot, white cum spilling on your ass. Your cunt squeezing and the feeling of it dripping down.
This was a feeling you’d never forget. A feeling you’d want to relive every single day. One you’d become so easily addicted to, and not ever recover from it. You fear what would come of this experience. Your cravings and desires will just increase from now on. Your craving and desires for Toji will never disappear.
There was a thought they’d follow you forever. Haunt you, chase you down and eat you alive. You wouldn’t fight it. You wouldn’t even go as much as to try to. Because it felt so fucking good.
“Rough feels so good, doesn’t it?”
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blueicequeen19 · 1 month
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Warnings: public-ish car sex & multiple creampies. I was horny 😮‍💨💦
The moment she sinks down on my cock, her tight pussy engulfing me in her wet heat, my eyes nearly roll back right then. We’ve done this so many times now that we’re pros at what positions are the most comfortable for car sex. The thrill also comes from breaking into other peoples cars to do it. With her knees bent and feet planted on either side of me, she bounces hard on my dick like an experienced porn star.
“You like that, baby?” She rasps, her hand finding my throat as she starts to roll her hips. Her eyes are already hooded and her mouth swollen from mine. There was just something about a hot girl with her hand around my throat.
“Fuck yes.” I slide my hands under her shirt, pinching her peaked nipples until I feel her clenching around me. Her cries pierce the air, her control fading as she chases her first orgasm. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s perfect and so goddamn sexy as she uses me for her own pleasure.
“JJ.. oh fuck.. J..” I push her hips down harder with each bounce until finally she screams, soaking my cock in her cum.
“That’s it.” I help her through her high, moving her hips the way she likes as I thrust up into her. Her breathing slows as she drops against my chest, still supporting herself on her toes.
“My turn.” I lock my arms around her as I start to pummel into her hard. A half scream tears through my eardrum until she bites onto my shirt, her nails tearing into my biceps as I piston my hips as hard and fast as I can.
“Don’t scream. You don’t want to get caught.” I warn when she sucks in a breath, her legs trembling.
“Oh god— JJ —.” My shirt muffles her cries as she cums again, triggering my own orgasm. I don’t stop thrusting until I’ve fucked every drop of my cum into her clenching pussy. She’s practically laying on top of me now, her body shaking uncontrollably as she fights to catch her breath.
“You did so good. I love the way you feel, baby.” I kiss her forehead as I slip my dick free and replace it with two fingers, fucking my cum back inside her. Her body seizes again as I quickly jab at that spongey spot that makes her cry from the intensity.
“No—no—no—oh fuck—.”
“One more. Give me one more, pretty girl.” I use my free hand to hold her tight against my chest, my lips pressed to her forehead as another orgasm tears through her.
“JJ, please. I can’t—.” I smile as she tries to close her legs, nearly curled up in my lap as my fingers slow to a stop. She was so wet and creamy.
“You’re so goddamn sexy.” I murmur, kissing her forehead as my thumb finds her swollen clit.
“JJ Maybank.” She growls through gritted teeth, her pussy clenching around my fingers. It’s a warning. She doesn’t want to squirt all over this car. I can’t hide my grin as I wrap my arm around her waist and flip us, shoving her chest against the reclined seat and kneeling behind her.
“JJ!” She half-snaps, half whines. I slap my cock against her clit, kissing the side of her neck.
“But you’re so goddamn wet and I’m so hard.” I pull her hips back, arching her ass before slipping back inside her. The pleasure washes over me again and I groan deep into my chest as she gasps. I love that fucking sound.
We needed to wrap this up so I wasted no time as I fucked her hard and fast. Sweat dripped down her back and I traced it with my tongue, my cock buried so deep in her pussy.
“Baby!” She squealed, her body drawn tight as she starts to shake.
“Last one. I promise.” I grip the back of her neck, holding her in place as she starts to cum, her hand flies back and her nails dig into my abs. A scream rips from her lips and I curse, pulling out as a jet of liquid gushes from her then shoving back in.
One. Two. More thrusts and I’m emptying inside her again. We’re both panting for air but I can’t help but chuckle. We definitely went over a time limit. You had to be quick when you were breaking into cars to fuck. Not to mention the mess.
“You—are so—greedy.” She rasps, as I pull out to admire the mess between her thighs.
“What can I say? You drive me fucking crazy, baby.” I lean in to kiss her when there’s suddenly a loud tap on the window.
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hatterbby · 9 months
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cw: in public, dubcon, edging, unprotected sex
longer post, not proofread
"Please have a seat and we'll call you when you're ready," the receptionist murmurs before I spin on my heel to find a seat, nervousness filling my stomach with every step I take. Finding a secluded seat, I plug in my headphones to drown out the stares of the other patients.
A soft tap on my knee gathers my attention once more, and I peel open my eyes to look up at the person next to me. I get lost for a moment in his eyes, a blush creeping into my cheeks before I realize he's trying to talk to me. I take out an earbud and open my mouth to apologize.
"I'm sorry," he interrupts, looking away from me, and I sit there confused for a moment as I try to form a sentence in my mind. I follow his gaze and notice the nurse has called someone behind us.
"Oh, thank you," I manage after a second and he glances back at me as if he's seeing me for the first time, eyes roving over me before they settle across my skin and I feel myself grow hot just from his eyes alone. As if he can read my mind, he smirks, "Maybe you should tell me your name, so I can make sure to let you know when they do call you."
"Name," I murmur, swallowing nervously before I awkwardly put my headphone back in. Closing my eyes, I try to calm the hammering in my chest.
After a while, I feel a hand on my knee again. This time it rests there, the rough pad of his thumb making patterns on my bare flesh. I shift a bit, biting my lip as I glance down at how his large hand seems to dwarf my thigh. His hand creeps higher, I yank out one of my earbuds again and look up at him in a panic, "What are you doing?"
"You seem tense," he murmurs casually, "thought I could help."
"What if someone sees?" I hiss, nervously.
He makes a pointed look at the empty seats across from us before a glance over his shoulder which I follow, showing everyone else very much in their own worlds. I open my mouth once more to argue, but he quickly raises a finger to my lip. "Now, now, I'm being helpful. Shut up and take it like the slut we both know you are," he orders.
When I'm left speechless, he gently places my earbud back in my ear before his eyes focus in the TV above our heads and his hand resumes its brushing and tracing. I merely try to focus on staying calm as I bite my lip and stare blankly at my phone screen.
His hand slips past the hem of my skirt as if it was nothing, dancing along the edge of my panties as if he's reconsidering his actions. I should have known better because a second later, his fingers barrel past the thin material and slide between my folds. My thighs instinctively press closed.
His leg hooks around one of my ankles and pins it between him and the chair before resuming his ministrations. I can feel myself growing wetter as the anxiety and desire grows. Shifting a bit, I cover my mouth with my hand. His thumb finds my clit, moving in slow circles that have me trembling before a finger slides deep inside and curls which brings me to bite my hand. I look up at him in desperation, and he leans over to me as he pulls the headphones entirely free this time. "Use me to keep quiet if you have to, your wetness is already so loud," he states.
I nuzzle into his arm, biting onto the material as a soft squelching sound can be heard from between my legs as if to emphasize his point. My eyes wander nervously, but no one seems to have taken notice of us yet.
His fingers begin to move faster, more eagerly as his thumb massages my clit. My hands clench at his arm, both in an attempt to pull him closer as well as push him away.
"Stop, little slut, or I'll bend you over this chair and fuck you for all of them to see what happens when I make you my dirty little cocksleeve," my hands cling to him but no longer fight against him.
I feel myself getting closer, my wetness coating his fingers and the seat as he works me to the brink. My toes curl and I lean forward in my seat a bit, craving more friction when he stops suddenly.
"Edward Smith!" comes the nurse's voice and I freeze. Someone behind us gets up and leaves, there's a moment of silence before everyone goes back to what they were doing, including him. His hand finds me again, and he returns to playing with me.
Each time I get close, another voice is called, and my whole body trembles in desperation for release. He leans in close, "Go to the bathroom."
I nod a bit, rising to my feet a bit unsteadily before I make my way back towards the bathroom. I duck inside and splash some cold water on my face in an attempt to bring some sense back to me. The bathroom door opens suddenly and there he is again, standing in the women's bathroom.
Opening my mouth to say something, he grabs me by the elbow and urges me into the handicap stall. "Not a word or I'll fuck your mouth," he growls a bit as he bends me over, making me brace myself against the wall.
The sound of a belt buckle echoes in the bathroom and I feel my whole body clench in anticipation. I bite back my begging before I feel the tip of him pressing against my entrance. Not taking a moment, he rams in fast and hard. Gone is the teasing edge from outside and left is a ruthless and brutal pace that has me crying out despite where we are, a pace that has the sound of skin on skin slapping echoing as his cock barrels inside of me.
I whimper a bit before he yanks my hands away from the walls, using them as leverage as he fucks into me with reckless abandon, pants and groans leaving his own lips, "Such a fucking slut, letting a stranger fuck you like this."
A soft "oh fuck" stutters from his lips as his thrusting falters before he bottoms out, pushing deeper than I thought possible as he fills me, and I collapse over the edge, my juices bursting across his cock and down my thighs as I tremble in his grip.
He slides out, letting me become a numb puddle on the floor of our combined juices. "Might want to clean up, you still have an appointment," is the last thing I hear before he's gone.
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vintagexherry · 5 months
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Yandere!Nathan Bateman x Reader
//Obsessive themes, Non-con, OOC (?) Nathan, Domestic Violence (like 1 slap), god complex, delusional, unprotected sex
A/N: Watched Ex-Machina like last month and wanted to write for him, the new theme may or may not inpsired by him
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You paused, your eyes trained at the robot standing in front of you, copying your posture.The robot, or rather Nathan, has a peticular sense of fashion. Fashion in the sense of the robot wearing a sexy version of a french maid outfit.
Your eyes may roam around it's body but the face always caught your attention.
"...That's me"
"Glad your eyes can still work," He boredly mused.
"Is... Is there a reason for it to look like me?" You hesitantly look away from the piercing gaze of the robot to look at Nathan, loughing at the couch in front of you, drinking the whiskey the robot gave.
"Can't I surprise my secretary?"
"Well, surprise is what you exactly did."
He huffed a laugh at your words. He didn't say anything else and stood up next to you to admire the robot in front of you. Although a bit wobbily in his steps, he is somehow still able to stand up straight. The power of this man is questionable.
You both looked at the robot, you busy wondering the actions of Nathan while Nathan himself is just admiring his handiwork.
"Does my look-a-like really need to be wearing that?"
"You're right..." Nathan said
"thank yo-"
"....Shoulda made it only wear the apron."
You looked at Nathan in annoyance, but he doesn't seem to care. Typical.
Working with him has been hectic. You first started as a temporary assistant until he had given you a promotion to be his official secretary. The pay is great, and living conditions are stable.
As stable as Nathan can be.
During your work, you had to go to another country to attend a seminar that Nathan didn't want to go to. Coming back after a month, you were surprised to find a robot version of you.
Specifically an maid.
You let out a sigh and took out a tablet.
"Anyway, the seminar went great, and the company you've been wanting to work with has approved of your proposal." You said as you swipe around the tablet.
Nathan didn't really seem to mind what you said and just looked at you.
"Something the matter sir?"
"Thought I told you to just call me Nathan sweetheart?"
"And I thought I told you to not call me that."
"Touché" He huffed but smirked nonetheless.
Suddenly, he stood up straigther seemingly to remember something.
"Why are you still in business attire? C'mon, as much as I find that skirt hot, It would be much better for you to change and relax with me."
You seem to think over his words, I mean, you just came back from a flight from another country, then another to a helicopter to his house, and you are feeling the effect of jetlag so maybe his right.
But you're not gonna tell him that. You don't wanna feed his ego.
With that, you sighed and accepted his request to change. He informed you that your luggage has already been transported to your room, and clothes are freshly prepared.
"Once you change, meet me outside for dinner." He didn't wait for your reply since he already started going on his own way, and you didn't waste your time going to your own.
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"Oh wow... Is this your "welcome back" party for me? I must say, Im impressed. " You mused as you walk into the dining area, the space filled with soft lights, and the table is decorated with candles. It seems like the food hasn't arrived yet.
"Glad you're properly 'surprised' now." Nathan says as he sits down at the head of the table, waiting for you to sit.
You sat down adjacent to him.
"So tell me about your travel, what was the place like?"
"Well, where should I start? The place looked wonderful as ever, fancy chandeliers and so, although the food wasn't really my taste." You chuckled at your own words, remembering the appetizer almost making you vomit during that time.
"Oh and the CEO of the company you worked with, gentleman really, he and his wife been planning to travel out of the country and-"
"Yea, im gonna stop you there." He suddenly interrupted you.
You flinched at his actions, wondering if you did or said anything wrong. Sure you and Nathan are close but as Nathan could be, his unpredictable and you? Just a secretary working under him.
"The place? I was asking about the place?" He said his eyebrows raising a bit as if to note the obvious.
"O-oh yea, the place, really nice, they had a chocolate fountain and uh... White chocolate fountain in there, and um... A garden... With a fountain," you stated, unsure of what to really say about the place since you were busy trying to talk to people. You know Nathan could have mood swings. The first he could be jolly as they could be, but the next, he could snap you in half.
"Fountain huh. Pretty is it? Let's Say that if I build a fountain right outside where I workout, will that make you stay?"
You sigh.
This conversation.
You had this with him before. You hope your appetite could stay until the food comes.
"I told you, Nathan, Im a secretary, you gave me that position, and I work for it, and Im sure as hell that secretaries don't just stay in one place." You gently tried to reprimand him.
"And how many times do I tell you that you could just do all those work here?"
"I did try to invite you to come with me, Nathan. I mean, living here secluded of human interaction isn't really healthy." You know for a fact that your look-a-like robot did more work than serve him whiskey. You try not to dwell too much on that thought, not wanting to ruin your own appetite.
"Human interaction? You're the only interaction I only need." He said as if its the most obvious things in the world.
"Nathan-"
You were cut of when the robot look-a-like arrived with a tray of Rosttiere Chicken and, on the other hand, a bowl of smooth mashed potato.
Seems like your appetite didn't really go. The smell of the chicken seemed to bring it back.
But you swear you can never get used to the sight of yourself serving you.
After placing the food onto the table with a bottle of wine between you two, you started to dig in.
"You know, I planned to shut her down and bring Kiyoka back."
You hummed in acknowledgement, your mouth still filled with food.
"But seeing a version of you in a maid outfit is eye-catching," He said jokingly, laughing at your reaction.
"I really only made her on a rush once you left, so I haven't programmed her to talk. Heh, you should have seen the outfits I tried on her. You should try it too."
You rolled your eyes as his words. He never held back with his comments, even admitting he had sexual fantisies of you. You guess your used at this point.
"And get humiliated? No thank you."
You both chuckeled.
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"....And yes, we will update the software within the upcoming week....No....I told you it's not a bug, and all you have to do is restart it, No sir I'm not being disrespectful"
Nathan watches you from the CCTV as you talk to another secretary from another company on your phone while you pace around the living room.
It's already 9'o clock in the night and Nathan just finished fucking your look-a-like since you too busy being "Im your secretary,not your fuck toy" typa gal. Sheesh ever heard of fun?
He sighed as he watched you end the call frustratingly and lightly threw it on the bed. After that, you head to your bathroom to get ready for bed.
With that, he shut off his computer and leaned back on his chair.
His eyes turn to look at the robot lying down behind him. He really should pat his own back for this one. He even captured how your sleeping face looked like, and he could feel himself getting hard again.
Maybe he should really start programming the robot with a voice, but he never really heard you moan...
Fuck... If only he could.
If only you could stop being a bitch and listen to him once. Sure, he gave you that position, but the least you could do was thank him. He once tried removing you from that position but the next thing he knew was his schedule and meetings all messed up.
Damn you for being good at your job.
He let out an angry sigh before forcefully dragging the robot to his bed and pushing her to lay down.
Your face gazes back at him with want, of course it would, he made her to look at him like that.
But would you really look at that to him?
He shakes his thoughts off and proceded to do what he do best.
He dropped his pants to the floor and started mounting 'you', kissed 'you', caressed 'you'.... Made love to 'you'
But try as he might, its not working.
It was'nt moaning, it wasn't calling out his name, it wasn't touching him like he wants too.
IT wasn't YOU
Before he could even think, he pulled out, punching the face of your imposter, pulling out the fake skin it holds and ruining his own work.
But he doesn't seem to care.
Metallic parts are flying everywhere, his angry shouts and grunts fill the room as rage plows through his fist onto the robot's face and body.
He doesn't know how long it has been. But once he regained himself, Nathan find himself looking down at smashed metallic parts and his knuckles bruised and bleeding.
He didn't even realized he was panting.
Fuck you.
And your pretty face
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It was morning, the soft sun rays fill the room with light, and you we in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of you.
Weirdly enough the look-a-like isn't here nor is Kyoko, but you don't mind, having a moment without robots can be healing. Maybe Nathan should try it.
Speaking of Nathan, here he comes.
But you froze in your place.
"Nathan? Are you alright? Your knuckles..." You turned off the stove to drive your attention fully to him, you lift his hands to your level with surprising ease from him.
His knuckles are shaded with different red, blues and purple, and is that a piece of metal?
"What were you doing last night? Come on, I'll fix you. Breakfast can wait." Without waiting for his answer you held his hand and lend him to your room.
You took your card on the other hand opened your door.
"Go ahead and sit, I'll find my aid supply." With that you left him be and went to your bathroom to look for the said aid.
Nathan didn't really sleep well last night, too busy rampaging his emotions on that one robot, then he had to clean it out. Cleaning, I mean by pushing the wasted robot off the bed and dusting off his pillows. As of right now that robot's remains are laying right on his floor in a pile of metal.
That's what it's all is.
A pile of metal.
Something that he shouldn't be proud of, and that's saying something.
His a creator, a god even. Why is his creation isn't as perfect as it should be?
Well, maybe because he just created a copy. An unoriginal work. An imposter.
He didn't sleep well that night with his thoughts drifting into dark waters. His thoughts would drown into treacherous waters and he finally slept when he finally thought of his Lighthouse. His home.
You.
You lifting his hands to check his injuries, you leading him to your own domain just to treat him without hesitation. Oh,his lighthouse, just there to save him.
He didn't even realize you came back, only he did when you kneeled down while he sat up.
"Alright give me your hand."
He silently obeyed, and you proceeded to take out cotton balls and clean off any dried and leaking blood.
"You're awfully quiet today, didn't sleep well?" You questioned as you finish of cleaning his knuckles.
"Something like that..." His own voice surprised him, it was all throaty and rough. I mean that would explain the screaming and shouting he did.
He watched you as you finally took the bandage and started wrapping it around his injuries. Your soft hands encompasses his cold and unforgiving ones.
Once you finally finished, you cleaned and closed the aid box and stood up from your place.
"Alright big man, no punching the bag for awhile. You can go ahead and finish breakfast, I'll clean up real quick." You notified him as you start standing up.
You didn't go far since toned arms wrapped around your figure and stopped your movements, hugging you close.
"Nathan?"
"I..." He doesn't know what say. Doesn't even know how to start.
Odd.
You stopped your movements and observe him closer. Your hands put down the aid box and without thinking you placed you hands on either sides of his face lightly.
The feeling of your touch is enough to wake him up. Honestly, a robot? Why create something do useless when there's you in front of him. Why make that robot serve him when you could be doing it instead. That bitch of a imposter really deserved that beating.
Plus, he's been a saint. Being patient, giving you a promotion, caring for you especially after a long flight.
And you?
Ungrateful.
Caring, yes.
But ungrateful.
Sure, he's thankful for the aid you did for him, but honestly, you could do better
"Nath- Ah!"
Your vision suddenly flipped, and you find yourself laying down on your bed and Nathan on top of you.
"N-Nathan!" You exclaimed, not expecting to be flipped to lie down.
"I've been nice, really nice... But you really push me to the breaking point here, sweetheart. I've given you a job that every technician out there wishes for, and you can't even show how grateful you are." He seethes, his temper rising slowly, yet voice is calm. His gripping your wrist at each side of your head, and you can't help but whimper in pain.
"Nathan wh-"
"Shut up, you ran your mouth enough"
He didn't waste time ripping off your shirt and pants off of you. You shouted his name to stop him, but it did nothing but come out of the other ear.
"Nathan stop!"
"I've made you work in luxury for so so so long, even did a better job than anyone else. But you just had to ruin it with that of your stuck-up attitude."
With that, he finally dove into your lips, kissing you roughly, uncaring your whimpers of pain.
You're nothing but confused. Yes, Nathan is unpredictable, but this is another level.
Nathan finally let go of your lips and you inhale back the air you need.
"Na-Nathan ple-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
Your vision suddenly swerved to the side, the next, a stinging pain to your cheek.
He slapped you.
How did a peaceful day of making breakfast turn to this?
Nathan saw your silence as a sign to continue tugging down your undergarments.
You knew talking is futile, so you tried moving your body out of his grasp.
"Stop moving or I'll fucking chain you into the bed."
You stopped, but you can't stop the tears from sliding down your face.
Nathan finally removed your bra and panties, leaving you bare before him, still with his own clothes.
He moved your wrists on top of your head and held it with one hand, the other groped your breasts roughly.
"Shit... Softer than I imagined." He didn't try hiding the memorization in his voice.
Maybe you were right, the lack of human interaction really fucked him up but, he was also right. You're the only human interaction he needs.
Nathan ignores your desperate squirming when his hands let go of your breast and lead down a path to your pelvis.
"No-no please Nathan please!"
"Don't make this harder for yourself"
He said with a snap as he fingered your slit gathering whatever he could to finger you properly.
You squirmed even more, trying to free your hand from his hold but, with it he only tightened it, making you wince from the grip.
"This is better than every robot combined, and that's saying something, you should be proud."
Nathan didn't want to waste anymore time. He untied the string of his sweatpants and pulled it down, revealing his dick to you, and you can't help but start to cry.
Once again, your cries are ignored.
Nathan can be patient, working with electronics and expirementing A.I is no easy feat.
But that all crumbled away with you.
He didn't waste a single second thrusting into you, before you could scream, he quickly dove to your lips. Devouring your whimpers and moans of pain along with it.
Tears stream down your face onto the pillow, wetting it, but Nathan could only focus on what's wetting his dick.
His pace is rough and desperate, longing to feel you even more. His lips couldn't stop occupying yours. Finally, he let go of your lips, letting you gasp in a breath. As he thrusts into you more, his hand went from holding your waist to flicking your clit with his thumb, making you moan louder.
Your sounds did nothing but encourage him further, his pace faster, signaling his close
You couldn't help but tense at the feeling, clenching down on his cock while you came, your legs shake from the action, making him spur even further.
"Shit shit sh- Fuck!"
He quickly pulled out letting his spend paint your skin white.
Some of the warm liquid trickles down to your stomach and drip to your sides. His eyes mesmirized with the sight of you, all messed up and dazed from orgasm.
Nathan always prides himself with his accomplishments, his company, his riches and his robots.
But nothing could make him more proud than destroying that look-a-like and finally having you the way he wanted too.
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Where's The Strongest?
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Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, unprotected sex, age gap, beating, kidnapping.....
( All characters are aged up/18+)
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Minors Do Not Interact
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Gojo Satoru just got sealed. Every sorcerer went to shibhuiya to get Gojo back. I was at home just praying that gojo can get unsealed soon. Panicking every moment.
Me and satoru were married from one month now. We loved each other so much. He was a man who fullfill every wishes of mine. He proposed me....we were in a relationship. After a year of relationship we finally got married.
After a few moments nothing good news came. News were getting worse and worse. Just got the news that sukuna took over Yuji's body and started killing people and destroying the city. Noone can stop him.
I was thinking these things when my door bell rang. I run towards the door and opened it. Some servent of jujutsu high??? " What happened?" I asked. " The higher ups wants to meet you" they informed. I nooded. They took me to the higher ups. "Y/n... You know what is happening at the shibhuiya...we need your help to Stop that " they said. " But.... I don't think I can do anything " I said softly. " No no.... you don't have to do anything.... you just have to give yourself.... we're gonna do whatever have to be done.... okey??? Don't get sceared.... it's for your husband too...if shibhuiya gets destroyed then he'll die too...we want to save him " they said. " O-okey then" I replied.
They took me to shibhuiya. We just got out of the train. The station was destroyed af. My heart was racing so fast. We went out of the station. And God the city's situation was worse. I was just wishing that Gojo is alright. I was going wherever the higher ups were taking me. And then we finally met the king of courses. Ryomen Sukuna.
The higher ups took me towards him. "Jujutsu's higher ups want their deaths so soon that they came to me???" Sukuna said with a evil laugh. " We're here to bargain with you" the higher ups said. "Hmm? What bargain?" Sukuna asked. "We want you to stop destroying shibhuiya and we'll give you her as a gift" the higher ups said and suddenly their sarvents threw me towards sukuna and I fell on the floor infront of him. My eyes widened. I understand what they were trying to do. "You think you can bargain with a whore to stop th-" sukuna spoke but the higher ups cutt him off "she's Satoru Gojo's wife" they said. Suddenly Sukuna's expression changed. He smirked. I looked at the higher ups. " No... you can't do that to me.... you told me other things there" I spoke but they didn't listen to me. "Now now.... that's what a bargain called.... I agree " Sukuna said with a smirk and the higher ups walked away from there.
I stood up and began to run but he immediately came infront of me. He was too fast. "Where do you think you are going,huh?" he asked and grabbed my hair and dragged me towards his building. He entered a random room and took me towards the bedroom. I groaned in pain. He threw me on his bed and locked the door. Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor then started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."stop?... Where's the fun then? The fun part is about to began ~" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.
I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes. "That's what Gojo enjoyed every night?" He said with a smirk. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "S-stop ...... Oh god please stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.
Then he took off my pant and then took off my pantie."spread those legs like you spread for Gojo " he whispered and then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " filthy whore is fucking wet". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.
His dick sprang out. It was big and thick. Not more than Gojo's but STILL it was BIG. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. " TSK TSK.... I wish Gojo was here too...that would have been more fun to fuck his whore infront of him." He said evilly. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was licking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. "Y-Yuji ..... Oh f-fuck.... Yuji please stop him!!!" I cried out. " Don't worry slut.... Yuji is watching these right now.... he's watching his sensei's wife being a slut for me" Sukuna said and laughed evilly. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength. I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Stop struggling slut...!!!" He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out.
"Gojo Satoru. Fucking Strongest Gojo Satoru. Now it's gonna be fun to break that shit's ego" Sukuna said and laughed loudly his evil laugh.
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