#tw.manhandling

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┌─ “ ! „ PSYCHO KILLER

tw slasher!mattsun, final girl!reader, noncon, coercion, size kink, cevix fucking, fear play, blood play, cutting/marking, he uses a knife on reader, degradation, spanking, manhandling, forced cheating, murder mentions, mattsun's giant cock wordcount. 5.6k

a/n. another commission from an anonymous amazing person so make sure to say thank youuu to them!!! this time we got matTSUnnnn and omg this was such a blast to write anD AAHHH i hope you enjoy it and that it fuels your slasher fucker urge a little bit, thank you so so much for commissioning me again and hERe she is!!

You never really thought much about mortality, before. But the flashing lights reflected on the brick walls, red blue, red blue, red blue, and the wailing of the sirens, paint a haunting picture. One that even someone positive, bright-eyed and preppy like you feels down to the bone. You have the displeasure of standing with wide eyes, hands stiff and shaky from the evening chill, as the armed men move people out of the way and the person from the alley towards the ambulance; and though you’re across the street— you can tell. 

The way onlookers cover their mouths and gasp and try to unsee as the stretcher passes by them doesn’t paint a promising picture. Your spine feels all flimsy the longer you stand, one hand wrapped frozen around your bag of groceries, apartment only a few blocks away. It’s in the way the senior police officer glances around the blocked off street and tells a passer-by to hurry home or to move along, and the yellow tape keeping the alleyway separate as it trembles rapidly and noisily in the wind. You take a deep breath against the sudden chill that travels all the way down your body, and pick your heels up to walk back.

Back down the opposite way and to the blue lit 24h corner store you left mere minutes ago. The melody of the store chime is comforting, and you speed walk all the way down the aisle back to the register. The charming, delicate features of the young man across from you light up when he properly looks up, and he tilts his head much like a curious animal- one brow raising. “Babe? You’re back?”

“I’m waiting out your shift here,” you softly declare, sneaking back behind the counter where you usually dare steal a few kisses, and dragging out a shitty, plastic chair to rest your head to his hip as he blinks down at you in confusion. Eventually though, Haru just nods, his honey brown hair falling a little further over his brows when he leans down to brush his hand over your head.

“Okay. You alright?” You nod, and he doesn’t ask more— and eventually you two fall back into conversation, only stopping every so often to serve the scarce customer. When you two walk back home in the early hours of the morning, the people have gone, but the yellow tape still stings as you pass the quiet street.

+

The apartment smells of the cheapest of Chinese takeout when you drag yourself back inside late from work. Your boyfriend just barely peeks his head around the corner to come give you a kiss, gentle as he is, and slides back into his spot behind the stove. “Food’s here, and I’m just making some extra eggs for mine, because I gotta leave in half an hour.” The routine ramble is nice, you suppose, finding a smile on your face by the time you make it into the kitchen with him to wrap your arms around his back, and he hums. “Oh, one of your friends swung by, so I let him in a little bit ago- I left him on the couch.”

Haru’s hands are quick to pull you back when you let go, for just a second, as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and one to your nose. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too. I’m gonna go see who needs me- real quick,” you smile, “and then we eat together?”

“Mhm, perfect.”

The door out of the small kitchen leads into the main room, and you look around as you swing your bag over one of the chairs- but find the space strangely vacant. Though a small pout comes to your lips, you just walk along, passing by the desk with stacks of books and lecture notes, to pull open the door to your bedroom. Your house simply isn’t big enough to lose anyone even if you wanted to. The bedroom lights are off, as you step inside, toes curling instinctively into the carpet; before finally clearing your voice. “Hello?”

At the very moment you turn, the tiny door to the bathroom swings open and a tall shape clad in all black steps out— and you jerk with a loud gasp, only to start laughing when your hands meet his chest and you glance up properly. Matsukawa’s dark eyebrows are furrowed in surprise as he finishes drying off his hands, before he gives you a ‘what gives’ sort of look. “You scared me,” you chuckle, as you lean in to give him a hug. “It’s been a while, how are you? And why’d you swing by?” The way he manages to move his arm over your head without having to change positions to throw the paper towel into the trash isn’t lost on you.

“Can’t a guy come see his favorite ethics tutor on a tuesday?” The familiar deep rumble of his voice fills the room, and you make room to trail back to the couch.

“Well, considering I dropped out,” your voice is a little softer when you take a seat in the squeaky chair, “I’d say that it’s probably a waste of your time. But I guess I’m pretty glad to see you again.”

Mattsun plops down on the couch facing you with a little sigh, before that same self assured smile you’ve always known him to have returns. “Don’t make me feel too special, teach.”

“I’m younger than you! It’s not my fault you took ethics again and needed my help.” The banter is nice, reminds you about the hours and hours spent in the library that always grew too rowdy for a study session. Mattsun’s a good friend. A better one than you are, maybe. His long legs stretch out to the coffee table, before he nods.

“This is a nice place. Cozy.” The compliment makes you feel all warm inside. Despite everything, despite the struggles you and Haru have to deal with, the money, the debt- it’s nice to hear someone appreciate it. Even if that someone is the most well accomplished out of your late friend group. “And the boyfriend seems pretty fucking smitten too.” His dark eyes find your face when you smile wider, lacing his hands together over his knee. “Nothing to add? Come on, I missed you so~ much. I haven’t even seen you properly for the last 4 months. Talk to me. You normally don’t hesitate to run your mouth.” He chuckles when you put on a faux-pout.

“Fine, fine, hang on!” you beam after a second of thinking, and roll your eyes. “Let me make a pot of coffee. You jerk.”

“You love it.”

+

You aren’t the most observant of people, but you swear… you’re losing more shit than normal. Some of the stuffies that were proudly displayed on the shelves are gone, and you can’t find some of your panties no matter how hard you look. And while the small closet in the bedroom is more mess than order, now you can’t even find most of your old photo albums, and some keepsakes from highschool and uni. But with your boyfriend catching his sleep when you leave for work, and you returning late- no one has time to go looking for clothing that’s grown legs, let alone do a thorough clean. So you brush it aside, and move on without your favorite pair of lacy baby blue panties.

It’s only when your boyfriend’s watching the news on his laptop one day, that it tickles something in the back of your brain. As you stuff another bite of pasta into your face, your hands still on top of the unfolded laundry.

A feminine voice flies over the topics at breakneck speed, as the honey brunet suddenly turns up the volume a little and stops eating. “Yesterday, another casualty in a devastating string of murders was found. Passerby’s found the body walking by an alley in Miyagi prefecture at around 9pm. The victim has now been identified to be Kawada Eiko, the 25 year old nurse that was reported missing a few days ago. Strangulation or suffocation are the two current debated causes of death, authorities say. She might have been the unfortunate victim of a lover’s spat, as she was found with blue panties constricting her airways. More about this at 6.”

“Turn that down,” you quickly breathe, and Haru turns over his shoulder with concern in his eyes.

“Oh, sorry. ‘S a bit grim for lunch…” He simply gives you an understanding look, before suddenly turning to knock his knees with yours. “How about you pick something to watch? Here.” His hands reach out to pull you a little closer, and cradle you against his chest. It’s sweet. He always is. And though you nuzzle into his touch, the story doesn’t want to leave your brain. There it is again. That faint flicker of mortality staring you in the face.

+

The stern face of the police officer- burly, heavy mustache and old- is exactly how you imagine it’d be, made very clear by the dead-like tone and eyes as he gives you an up and down. “This your house?”

“R-rented, yes,” you’re in the pajama-est of clothes from when you pulled open the door, “of me and my boyfriend.” The officer gives a tiny nod to the other two men behind him, and pulls out his badge to present it to you. It’s too early for your brain to function properly, but you still swallow at the sudden severity of the situation. “What’s- the issue, officer?” Your voice sounds even mousier when his eyes narrow in on the scene behind him, and your measly apartment feels even more inferior than usual.

“Sasaki Haru’s been arrested and is currently being questioned for multiple accounts of aggravated assault and first-degree murder. And we have to search the property, young lady.”

You stop breathing.

Murder.

Your head thumps, and you feel a flare of heat bite at your neck, clutching the door handle a little tighter.

Murder, he said. Haru… arrested for murder.

“We’ll have to take you in for questioning as well. Why don’t you walk towards the car and have my colleague escort you—” You focus as hard as you can on the words that are thrown at you, but really, nothing hits. There’s a blanket of static over everything in your vision. You might puke.

+

“Hey, breathe out. You’re turning blue,” Mattsun’s deep voice washes over you like a wave as you clamp the phone to your chest and try your best to relax a little, a warm, heavy hand softly stroking the area between your shoulders. It’d been a total coincidence that he’d called just as you were done with the hours of terrifying questioning, but as soon as you’d sniffled out that Haru had been arrested, he took time off to come over. Here you are now, hovering between sleep and frightened awareness in the painful, sticky seats of one of the dead waiting halls.

And though you’re glad someone’s here for you, because Haru’s parents haven’t even called yet— you’re also a little too wired up to appreciate the sarcasm and jokey attitude. After another few minutes of nervously fiddling with your phone and staring through the small window at the other doors, Mattsun clears his voice. “So… murder, huh.” His dark eyes are intense as they flutter over your face, eyebrows straightened. “Do you think he did it?”

You find yourself glaring, even though you can’t say why. “No, of course not. He’d never. He’s… he’s so gentle—”

“They’re saying there’s evidence, y’know.” You know that. It makes you want to rip out your hair and sob, because they showed you the proof. The dna, a kitchen knife out of your drawers, traces of the perfume you always, always wear— but you can’t shake the feeling that only if you could talk to Haru, if you could see him, ask… Your intuition tells you he didn’t do it. Couldn’t have. And they’re wrong, they have to be wrong. You would’ve known if you’d been living with a murderer. You would’ve. You just have to wait for an alibi to show it.

“He didn’t do it, Issei,” you softly end up repeating, and Mattsun’s eyes basically roll themselves as he looks away. “I’m telling you, I know him, and he didn’t do it.”

“Maybe- you just don’t know people as well as you think you do, teach,” the brunet places his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth as he leans in as glances over at you. “You’re wonderful, ‘n smart, and kind. But you’re also naïve, baby…” The last word falls deeper, and drags a cold shiver up your spine that only gets more intense when he doesn’t laugh it off, or look away. Luckily though, the door to the waiting room is pushed open that very moment, and a tired looking woman taps her clipboard.

“You can go home for now. Get some rest. And please stay available so that if we need you to return-”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” you start, and wring your sweaty hands together a few times, “what about Haru?”

Her sharp eyes soften a little when finding your face. “He’ll have to stay until they’re done with the investigation. It might be another couple hours, or days. He can’t see anyone until then.” Your dejection must show, because she sighs. “Head home, child. Try to sleep some. You’ll be okay.” You barely manage to have enough energy to get out of the chair, letting Mattsun take your hand and rub a few comforting circles into it with his thumb. And then you’re walking home as he holds the umbrella high above your heads, and that cold only worsens. You don’t feel okay.

It just doesn’t make any sense.

“How about my place instead of yours?” Issei’s more reserved when he asks, laying an arm over your shoulders to pull you into his side a little. “Doubt you wanna hang out there now that the cops have gone through it all.” It doesn’t matter, really, so you nod- let him walk along the crosswalk and steer you down the familiar streets in silence for a while. It really doesn’t make any sense. Haru’s been at work all evenings that the murders happened, there’s security cameras to prove it. And killing someone in broad daylight, alley or not— it doesn’t line up.

Issei squeezes your hand in his when the silence continues, and you briefly look up at him to give him a little smile that doesn’t feel like it reaches. “Sorry I’m so quiet. I’m just…”

“Lost in thought, I get it.” He hums, before pointing at the long line of buildings. “It’s just along there, we’re almost inside. Then we can talk about it, or you can take a load off, or whatever.” The short chuckle is meant to disperse the tension, you know that, but even the tall brunet seems on edge. You’re still holding his hand, and you find yourself blinking at it in quiet confusion. But the thoughts are louder than logic right now. And if Haru didn’t do it, which you will yourself to believe with all your heart —you have no choice but to— how the hell did stuff out of your house get to the scene of the crime. You never lended anyone that knife, and definitely not the even more private stuff—

Issei leads you through the gates into the courtyard of the apartment, then to the door, into the dim staircase all the while softly humming. And you don’t know why your heart sinks as you climb the stairs with him in tow, because the building smells nice, and the walk to the door is clean and high-class. “Tch, you really are,” his low voice barely reaches, and you raise a brow. “Naïve that is.” The humming goes into a soft laugh when you turn to look at him, and the tall man smiles down at you. But though he’s smiling, the hairs on your neck go to stand on end, shoulders squaring. The vivid, unnatural sort of intensity in his eyes rolls your stomach.

And you go to pull your hand out of his, only for Issei to resist the pull harder. “Shh, calm down. I got you, don’t I? Don’t tell me I scare you.” He does, though. “Come on, princess, we’re friends. And friends are there for friends when they need each other. Now you're poor boyfriend's gone.” Your mouth corners turn down into a half pout, half open in confusion. And you don’t know why, you never felt unsafe with him before— but every fiber in your body is screaming at you to run. You want to. But your body refuses to budge, let alone turn your back on him. Issei’s always been a very tall guy. Tall, but wired with athletic muscles from the years of sports, and strong, and fast— and all of these things never scared you.

But they do now. The shivers that roll down your spine are almost painful as you stare up at him and that happy-go-lucky grin still stays on. The corners of your eyes sting when you try again to pull away, to no avail, and Issei’s long legs pull you towards the door of his fancy apartment anyway.

“Issei, let go.” Your voice breaks, and tears creep up in your eyes and your shaky whimper. “This isn’t funny, let me go.”

“Nah ah, I got something to show you.” His casual sing-song response almost makes you angry. But you can’t be when you’re too busy fighting off a full-body panic and planting your heels into the tiled floor. “I got something to show you,” he repeats, glancing over his shoulder again. “Y’see, because I really like you. You make me feel all- hm- good inside.” His curly hair bounces with each step towards the door, before he repositions his grip to hold around your wrist when your sweaty hand almost manages to slip out. “But then you went and got a boyfriend, and disappeared on me.”

He fiddles with the keys for a second as you use your other hand and try to pry your fingers into his painfully tight hold, and frowns. “And I- stop struggling- I don’t blame you. I mean- it’s not like I can even explain this little earworm I’ve got. About how you and I just fit together. I should know better, right?” He’s rambling so fast, and the door manages to be swung open, and you bite back a sob. You want to scream. You want to scream, call out for help, do something other than get pulled in further and further, but it doesn’t work. Your body refuses. Your head’s blank. “I know I should know better. Yet here we are.”

He pulls with his entire body to get you over the doorstep, and grabs your face between his hands to aim it up to his, squishing your cheeks until your lips are a puckered pout. And his deep voice goes low as he whispers. “You didn’t like my little stunt with the panties?”

It short circuits you. Before you get to think about it, you knee him right in the dick with all your might, and push at his face until he jerks back— turning and sprinting back towards the door. But his reach is longer, and he tackles your feet, sending you straight onto your belly with a loud, unforgiving thump as your head knocks against one of the book cases, and his large hands wrap around your ankles. He pulls you back a few feet across the floor, and though you try to kick at him, he’s quick to get above you and restrain you.

”Help!” you squeak, voice more air than actual sound. “Help me!” Issei grabs you by your neck and kicks the door closed with his long legs, before going to sit on top of your back and squeezing the air out of your lungs.

“Awww, fuck, babe,” he groans for a long breath, before grabbing your head and pushing it down into the cold floor as if in punishment. The loud knock of your skull against the floor is enough to force your thoughts out of you. “That really hurts, fuck.” Then he shifts, one hard knee in the middle of your back. You can barely breathe, and the little bit of air you do get is obstructed by the tears blurring your vision. “Little kitty’s got claws, huh.”

“Issei,” you start to whimper through your hickuppy breaths when his palm slides down your neck and under the edge of your shirt, “please let me go. We’re friends. We’re friends, right? So let me go home, and I won’t tell anyone.I swear, I won’t- wo- please, please, ‘ssei.”

“Tch, don’t go begging on me yet, baby. I’ve hardly even started.” His large hands roam around your skin for a moment, before he rolls you over like you’re a ragdoll, and grabs your face again as he bends down until your noses are touching. Him, overtop of you, his free hand training down the surface of your thigh through your sweatpants.

His dark eyes glitter in the low light, animated and joyful despite the way you’re trying to calm your wheezes. Which doesn’t really help. The harder you try, the less air you manage to use— Mattsun’s heavy palm sliding to your throat to squeeze the tender skin there. “Hey, guess what.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, before he starts picking anxiously at the stretchy band of your pants, sliding two fingers under it. “you turn me on so much it makes me want to fuck you until you’re raw. But you might’ve guessed that already, right?” There’s a low chuckle, while you’re sniveling under him with wet cheeks and a hot face, before he starts tugging your pants down your thighs.

You cross your arms over your face, and Issei laughs a little harder. “Aww, don’t cry. I know what you’re thinking, all the murdering and stuff, the blood, the choking, cutting open— it’s a lot. But luckily for you… all of that isn’t going to happen to you. Look, here-” he mumbles, pulling your arms away from in front of your eyes to force your smaller hand back in his, linking pinkies, “promise. They weren’t you, so I had to get rid of them sooner rather than later.”

By the time he finishes talking, you’re shivering without your pants, on his cold floor and tears all over your face- and for a moment Issei looks like the guy you knew when he pouts down at you. But then he licks his lips, and the relief is gone. “And you get I can’t let you go after this. So it’ll be easier for both of us if you play along.”

Then he gives you a once over like you’re a slab of meat, and hums, whispering under his breath. “I like when they play along.” It makes you cry harder, but barely any noise manages to come out, staring resolutely at the ceiling as soon as his hand lets your chin go to trail his fingertips along your tits. “So fucking pretty, baby.” The lilt of barely veiled excitement in his voice makes you want to sink into the floor, to just stop breathing altogether. You trusted him implicitly, and- though your skin is covered in goosebumps, it barely sets in that Issei was the one who— 

You remember the disemboweled girl on the stretcher, the yellow tape. And bile rises in your throat, so you have to put a hand over your mouth not to throw up. Oh god, you’re… You’re cold on the floor, your tits being gently squeezed by Mattsun’s large, rough hands through your shirt as you try to make your mind go anywhere else, to no avail. Suddenly he gets up on his knees to slide his arms under you, and you start struggling against him enough to make him glare down at you. “Don’t be a brat. If you want me to-”

“Let me go, Issei! Let go, let go!” You’re squished to his chest, but you manage to smack him across the face and get a little bit of wiggle room, and he lets out a low rumble of displeasure, before dragging you further into the house and tossing you down onto the bed. It’s even darker here, smelling faintly of spices and men’s shampoo- but that isn’t what frightens you. It’s the heavy duty cuffs dangling from the metal bedposts, and the way Mattsun grabs a fistful of your hair to yank your head back into the bed.

“Don’t move. Unless you want me to get mad.” The painful tug makes you whimper, but you find yourself trying to slide out the other side of the bed as he bends to search through one of the bedside tables. Your legs are going a bit numb, toes tingly as you dare brush your feet along the floor and make a run for it. Of course, you have to round the bed, and he doesn’t have much of a hard time grabbing the back of your shirt. With one stern move, he swings you over his shoulder, large hand palm landing so hard onto the soft skin of your ass it makes you gasp and tear up. The touch pulses and aches as he slaps the same spot again, and now you’re crying- this time from the stinging of your skin as he tosses you down and forces your hand into sharp, cold handcuff.

His slight frown and the stern look he gives you make your body freeze up, but then he leans in. “You’re a dumb little baby, hm? You don’t get it?” His eyes are wide, pupils dark and blown all the way out to take up almost his entire iris. His hand appears from behind his back with something that glimmers in the low light, and is sharp as he pushes it to your cheek. “Not gonna play along?” The knife’s cold edge next to your ear makes you entirely wooden, staring up at him with shallow breaths and your lips trembling. As he peeks out his tongue, the knife digs deeper and breaks skin on your cheekbone.

And it hurts, clenching your teeth hard as tears spill over, it really fucking hurts. Burns, instantly making the skin feel taut and pounding and irritated. You gasp again, grabbing at his arm with a pitiful cry. “No, no, stop. Stop, please. I’ll play along,” you plead, voice hoarse as you clamp your hand around his wrist. The hot, searing feeling on your cheek and the way you feel blood run along your face and ear takes away all other rational thought. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. You want it to stop. “Please. Please, ‘Ssei, please.” The knife’s edge tingles as it leaves your wound, but the pain doesn’t go away, and you can’t help but sob. “Mattsun~”

However pathetic you must look, Matsukawa clearly doesn’t care. Because he groans, before leaning in to press his tongue to your wound, and then kissing you. And the coppery taste makes him moan into your mouth, while you try to turn your head away instinctively. His tongue forces open your mouth and melts with yours, sloppily claiming your mouth with a soft hum, heavy, large body coming to cover yours. He’s everywhere, as he grinds his hips into your panty-clad center and licks your mixed spit off his lips when he pulls back, throwing his head back.

You’re feeling a bit lightheaded, one cheek pounding painfully as you stare at him, and your one arm slowly but surely going numb from the uncomfortable position. But as you’re looking at him, he quickly rids himself of his shirt, and scoots you up the bed a little to drape your legs over his thighs. Even in the half-dark room, you can see them. The scars on his shoulders, his chest, ugly lines that healed over sloppily— proof that someone dug some nails of a key so sharp into him. Fought, and lost. It only makes you take a deep breath that makes a pinched, little noise. And Mattsun grins, rubbing his one hand along the skin.

“They were never close enough to you, y’know? Always something missing.” His one hand goes back to your chest, playing with your pebbled nipples through the fabric, before the knife returns and he drags it across your chest this time, pressing hard enough to cut your shirt and also the thin skin of your breast bone. “Oops, sorry.” The thin line of dots of blood that beads up has him bending to run his tongue along the little wound again, before ripping the rest of your shirt apart and sucking your tits into his mouth too. The warm mouth paired with the painful stinging and aching of your body has your stomach flipping and your mind blank.

Your free hand runs along his head to grab his curls in support, and his moans before biting one of your nipples. Then he pulls back to slap your tits around a bit, and running his thumb over the wound. Seeing the red before he slips it into his mouth is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut, trying to block everything out. And Issei chuckles. “Aw, scaring my little baby, am I?” The sound of his zipper and the shuffling of fabric lasts for a few seconds. Your heartbeat is so fucking loud, and the stinging is loud, and his voice is loud, and everything is so fuzzy. You open your eyes again, only to find that same disturbing look in Issei’s eyes as he rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock, spreading all the precum around.

There’s a lot, you notice, and also that his heavy, flushed cock is big. Really big, too big, making your breathing even more rapid. It’ll hurt. It’ll hurt, it’ll hurt, it’ll hurt— your mind blanks when he starts peeling off your panties and manhandles your legs around however he wants, before the thick head of his cock is lined up to your too-dry pussy. There’s some wetness there, but not enough. You tear up more, because of the hurt, the pain, the fear, your lungs aching and everything else- and shiver when Issei talks again.

His voice is low enough to shake your bones. “You’ll have to fit me, okay? Okay?” His sing-song teasing has you nodding your head, and he puts on a cheshire-like grin again. “Because when they didn’t, I had to cut them open to make room-” he points the knife into your lower stomach then, point stinging as soon as it touches and digs into your soft belly, “-and I don’t want to cut up my favorite girl.” His thumb rubs lazy circles into the top of your slit, brushing your clit, before he spits on it.

Then he lines up, and starts pushing into your tight, clenched pussy without giving you a second to prepare, placing both hands next to your head and pushing himself into you while each inch fills you up more and more. It’s such a painfully tight fit your legs shake as he pushes you all the way full, and keeps pushing. “Aw, aw, aw, Issei- hurts, that hurts-”

“Uhuh,” he just nods, and kisses you again, smiling into the kiss and pulling back to watch you tear up. He moves one leg to push against your chest, and starts grinding his cock even deeper, pushing you open too much, and you cry— only to make him pull back and do it again, groaning. “Ah, fuck, princess. Fuck-ing- godly pussy, agh.” His huge dick pounds against your cervix every time he pulls back and bottoms out, bulging your stomach in a way that hurts even despite the pleasure. But his body slamming against your pussy each time does feel good, as much as you hate to admit it. It sends tingles down your spine that makes you forget about the hurt you’re feeling. “Tell me it feels good, hm?”

He leans into kiss you again, before turning your face to the side to rub his finger along the bloody mess on your cheek and make it hurt again. “Tell Mattsun senpai that his cock’s your favorite. And I’ll make you come so hard you go cross-eyed.” The pounding of the sticky, warm blood and the skin that aches, the way he fills you, makes you feel it all the way in your throat, how loud your heartbeat is in your head and how your lungs fill only with shallow half-breaths, has you crying out long and hard, squeezing your fingers into his bicep.

“Mattsun senpai~ cock-ahg- hick- my favorite.” You’re not sure you recognize the way your voice sounds as you say it, getting your mouth full of his tongue again as you choke on it and the way he forces his cock through your cervix. Hurts, hurts, feels so good it aches. You can’t tell up from down when his fingers return between your bodies, and he jackhammers his fat cock through you.

“I know, baby. I know. S’all for you now. All yours.”

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[p-antomime]

Good Hands.

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𖦹 content: soft dom!ran, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, hints of dumbification, edging, manhandle, mating press, age gap.

𖦹 pairings: [older] bf!haitani ran x [younger] gf!fem!reader.

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The phone rang once. Twice. Thrice. Your hand reached for the bedside table the first time, his hand pulled yours away from it, he wanted your full attention on him. The second time, you tried to catch the breath and do the same action as before, your boyfriend grunted in response, holding you still, almost pinned by the waist, against the soft mattress of the bed in his house. The third and final time, a gasping "Please" came from yours lips, he leaned over to pick up the phone and stare at the glowing screen before opening a cocky smile and rolling his eyes before speaking: 

"It's your mom, Mama's lil' girl," his voice remained calm as the phone was delivered into your hands and his other fingers, deep inside you, increased the speed just so Ran could see you get teary eyed as your tried to control your own reactions. 

You already knew what the subject matter was in that call, especially since, when you left home warning that you might be spending the night at Ran's house, the first thing your mother did was try to come up with excuses and obstacles to make you stay home as if she was protecting you from a world you already knew, liked, enjoyed and desired. 

It was obvious that she and your father were not the biggest fans of Haitani Ran, and deep down he understood very well why that was that way and agreed that your parents were just trying to make you not waste a part of your life that you might regret later — although, Ran didn't consider himself a waste of time or a mistake for you. The main problem was the age issue, he was older and gave you a sense of security and warmth that even the most mature guy your age couldn't get in a million years, and you were willing to pick as many fights as necessary with your parents to stay by his side, being his cute little girlfriend that he always presented with a wide smile and a proud hand showing off the pair of rings he bought in the first months of official dating. 

Ran understood where yours parents' concern was coming from, he understood even too well, but they needed to face it: Haitani Ran is not that bad. Not now, not after going through his entire youth being a delinquent for Tenjiku and Kantou Manji and Rokuhara. In fact, he had even stopped actively engaging in some other personal works with Rindou as soon as he started dating you just to try to fit into his father's "perfect, starched guy" box. 

"Yes? Hello? Mom?", you asked irritably trying to balance the cell phone between your sweaty fingers as Ran left wet kisses all over your back and tried not to make the bed sheets rustle too much, "Huh? I'm at–," his fingers curved inside your pussy and you bit the bottom lip, only speaking again when you were sure you weren't going to moan into the sound pickup of the phone, "At Ran's place, his house, yes, now, I'm with him!" 

Ran leaned in to rest the chest against your back and rest his face against your other shoulder, his breath beating over your neck and causing a shiver to run down your back and your walls to clench even tighter around his fingers, the adrenaline beginning to dilate his veins the same way it did when he and Rindou were in the middle of a gang war.  

"Tell her your boyfriend is treating you so well," you heard him whisper anda at the same time, felt his fingers increase the rhythm, the wet noises between your legs inevitably becoming more present and your head getting more and more dizzy, "How I am stretching you out so nice, she should know you are in good hands."  

You whispered a "Stop" to him and your mom thought it was up to her and you mentally cursed. The situation was thin ice and your boyfriend would rather get in the way than help.

"W-What? With... him? With Ran?", you looked at him and he understood that your mother wanted to talk to him.

However, your phone was not picked up by him until he took fingers out of your pussy, sucked them calmly watching you almost despair with the call still active and manhandled your body to leave you lying facing him, with legs pressed against your breasts in a typical mating press and his dick rubbing between your wet, sensitive folds and a deep breath coming out of you as soon as he took control of the situation and placed the phone against his ear.  

"Yeah, Miss? Ran talking here right now, you need anything?", he looked at you with a sideways smile playing on his lips and, with his other hand holding your waist, directed his cock to be flush with your entrance, ready to slide inside, "Yes, I am with her right now, she's kinda busy, but ‘m not, 'course we can talk, Miss." 

On the other end of the line, your mother was complaining to Ran that she wanted you home by 10:00 at night. He looked at the wall clock; it was already 11:30, almost midnight. And, truth be told, Rindou's older brother only heard the beginning of her complaint, the seconds later he was busy biting his lip hard and pounding deep inside you, his long cock kissing your soft cervix and making your walls stretch almost to their limit to take him. 

For you, it was the last straw, Ran had been edging you all night, always taking you to the edge of cumming, and it was exactly what you needed to cum with eyes rolling up and fingers digging into the bed sheets desperately, your pussy clenching around him and squirting completely over his shaft and making the mess of bodies in his bedroom even bigger. 

You didn't see it, but there was a smug, proud smile on his lips and he had to press the phone against his ear to concentrate back on the woman on the other end of the line. 

"10PM, you say? Oh, it's already so late, I don't think I could–", he thrusted hard into you, the headboard slamming against the wall and one hand forcing your legs to remain propped against your bust, "Sorry, y'know how loud my neighboors are with those parties, right? And, Miss, I don't think I could let your pretty daughter go back to your home at this time, it's so late, isn't it? Besides this–", Ran began slowly slamming inside you, "She's in such good hands, trust me, I even have some clothes of hers here, in my house, so we may have no problems ‘n–" 

This time, your mom gave the cell phone to your dad and Ran rolled his eyes ready to listen to him ranting that he wanted you two to break up, after all, where have you ever seen a guy as old as Rindou's brother fall in love with a girl as straight, as young as you? Unacceptable! 

But, the call didn't last. Your boyfriend hung up and threw the phone down on the armchair next to the bed before he put both hands on your thighs and really began to move fast and hard inside you; your moans finally being able to be released and the sound of skin hitting skin reverberating throughout the room. 

Now it wasn't just casual sex, just sex as you normally did. Ran was now in charge of fucking the worries out of you, it was his job to make you relaxed and not let your pretty little head worry – and he was great at it. 

"Can you feel me throbbing inside you, princess?", he asked rhetorically, and you tried to groan out a positive response that made him open a little smile sideways; in the end, you were always going to be his favorite drooling, murmuring mess, "'Course you can, you can feel everything just like always, right? You're always so sensitive." 

Ran, after stroking a little more, realized how close he himself was, the veins around his cock foreshadowing an ever closer climax. 

"I wonder if you're goin’ to be more sensitive when I fuck a baby into you, are you goin' to, princess?", you couldn't answer anymore, anything that came out of your mouth was just a mess of words and whimpers, "We can't know if I don't breed you, can we? So sad, I think I'll need to fill you up real good, wasting no drop, so we can find it out, huh?" 

If your parents were already pissed that you were dating an older guy, Haitani Ran could give them a good reason to be. 

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[manjiroscum]

NAUGHTY STRAWBERRY

Character/s: stepfather!Ran Haitani & stepuncle!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, consensual non-con, stepcest, implied age gap, mentions of cheating, threesome, anal sex, double vag penetration (ran and rindou’s dicks touch ofc), daddy kink, cum play, cum swallowing, manhandling, bonten era although not mentioned, mentions of death, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: this is for bby aly @riszu hope u like it 🤭💕

Synopsis: Welcoming your stepfather Ran home can vary from the usual greetings to getting fucked by him and his brother.

WC: 2.3k

Dress shoes pattering from the front door had your left brow rising. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as a form of a salute at the familiar sound steadily growing louder enough to be heard from where you are sitting in your bedroom just ten feet away. Be called crazy or maybe even paranoid, but from the countless times Haitani Ran comes and goes as he pleased into your quaint tiny home he gifted you, memorizing his footsteps wasn’t the oddest ability you have honed since he was welcomed into your life. No, scratch that, he wasn’t exactly welcomed by you. It was your mother’s idea before she decided to leave the earth after a not-so-coincidental household accident months back.

Nothing can always be a coincidence when a Haitani lives under your roof.

Knowing the song and dance like the back of your hand, the bright red nail polish you were about to open and apply to your nails was left open on the desk the moment you stood up. A bowl of frozen strawberries you were snacking on is left to thaw next to it. Feet silently clambering away from your room and to whatever place that seemed a great hiding spot. The beat of your heart was like a drum that has lost all reason, hammering against your ear as you searched high and low. Terrified at the chance of getting caught for the hundredth time, the initial plan to head for the back door was foiled at the sight of the knob twisting only to fail miserably since you haven’t forgotten to lock it. By the wise words of Ran, you have to lock all doors when you were home alone. But in this case, you and Ran weren’t alone—never have been since the death of your mother.

Shit. All known curses raced through your mind akin to a bullet train as you head upstairs to where Ran’s room was. The last time you were trapped in the bathroom by the kitchen, that didn’t end well for you. A hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you hid behind his closet. And now, you waited. While hiding in his closet seemed to be asking for it, you knew the last place he’ll be checking is his room. That would give you ample time to think and plot where to hide next. Although, this would prove to be a bit more challenging because someone else was around to play your usual games. One who was eagerly looking forward to this occurrence, unable to mask his excitement when his brother approved.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?”

Ran drawling out your name caused a chill to run down your spine, back straight against his neatly folded clothes that exuded the comforting scent of the fabric softener that did little to no help. The tiny space slowly suffocating had you regretting choosing the closet as a hiding spot at the lack of legroom and provided low visibility of the room outside. However, it was too late to go out and find another alternative now. Not when your stepfather was actively seeking you out, calling your name in that sickly sweet tone that often spelled trouble.The exact tone he used to lure you into the guest room when your mother was out shopping for groceries, having your legs spread out for him so he could wet his dick because she isn’t the one he loves. Molding your pussy with the shape of his cock while his wife was out shopping for ingredients for dinner on a Saturday night. And you let him do so willingly. To have him bend you to his will and never have you feel the onslaught or an ounce of guilt that should still be present even after her death. That’s what he’s good at, after all.

Ran was good at making you feel the ecstatic emotion of never giving a shit to a point you figured it was alright to sleep with him. Your mother is just in the other room across yours. Shame, shame, shame. You should’ve felt ashamed. It should make you feel like a sicko, not as if you’ve opened the golden gates of heaven and tasting ambrosia directly from his lips whenever you are with him.

What a bad daughter you are for enjoying his games.

“Are you here?”

The door to his bedroom swung open, creaking under the weight of his hand, alerting you of his presence. Holding your breath, your lungs slightly burned at how long you stayed there, barely letting anything out—to keep this game going. It was far too early for him to catch you. Ran loves his little games after all. Without a challenge, his mood was sure to plummet faster than the vase left shattered on the ground the day your mother’s body was found by the couch. Cold and lifeless eyes staring back at you, all so he could keep you by his side at night. The empty side of his bed was warmer with you in it than the oozing crimson tainting the carpet that took so much effort to clean and dispose of. Who would’ve known your stepfather was good at finding the stuff he broke from the shattered porcelain to the carpet online to replace the dirty one?

“Where are you hidin’, pretty thing?” A ghost of a smirk was on his lips, violets searching high and low for any sign of you. Utter silence swept through the area save for your heartbeat banging louder than anything in your ear. But you shouldn’t really underestimate him. Haven’t you learned from the best? Ran was never one you could easily fool, those limpid lavender irises that looked at you with love now staring down at your crouching form with maliciousness. “Found ‘ya, darling.” Pupils darker than the closet you hid from. A squeak escaped your lips at the way he harshly grabbed you by your wrist, ass stinging as it skids on the floor before you stood up with wobbly legs like a newborn fawn about to be devoured by the lions taking refuge in your home.

“N-no, lemme go—”

A cry out of pain shoots up your nerves from the slap he gave your left ass cheek. Lips in a downturn as he dragged you downstairs, cooing whenever you tried to break free from his grip. Eyes widened a fracture at the sight of his younger brother chilling on the couch like he was expecting this. Haitani Rindou, tired from his paperwork, instantly perked up at the sight of you in merely panties and a silk camisole. A grin quick to spread across his handsome face enough to make a woman’s pussy go damp. Those muscles flexed underneath the white shirt he wore, sleeves rolled back exposing those protruding veins running up his hands. The sound of your meek and pathetic cry for Ran to set you free went straight to the two men’s dicks that twitched underneath their slacks. Your cheek pressed hard against Rindou’s bulge, his legs wide open while he grinned at your feeble position. Both of your hands were rendered useless as Ran had them pinned to your back. The tip of his dress shoe nudging your ass up in the air. Whimpering at how it brushed against your clothed damp sex.

“Such a pretty girl, isn’t she, Rin?”

“Yeah, I can see why you kept this a secret for too long,” Rindou grunted, fingers wrapped around your hair to pull your head up to see fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “So cute. Afraid I’ll take her away from ‘ya?”

“Don’t be stupid, Rin,” Ran scoffed, running his palm up to your ass before squeezing the fat there. “You know I didn’t want that hag to find out I was fucking better pussy.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I used her mouth, right? Fuck, why am I even asking when I’ll be tasting more than just this mouth,” Rindou sneered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, slapping the red angry tip of his cock against your lips. Seeing your defiance, he huffed and pulled at your hair again, eliciting a cry. “Open that mouth, slut. If you know what’s good for ‘ya.”

“N-no—”

“I said, open up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Being denied didn’t suit them well, you know this for far too long. And even if you memorized the script down to the dot, the brothers’ intentions were always a surprise. Gurgling around the girthy length of Rindou’s cock, your cum filled gummy walls were occupied with Ran’s long one that never fails to hit that delicious spot. Tits bouncing at the harsh pistoning of his hips, pussy folds stinging at every stretch his cock did on your unprepared hole. Sobbing at the tip bullying your uvula, a throaty groan followed by a whine bubbled out of your throat at the sudden intrusion in your other hole. Ass cheeks parted, Ran hissed as he sunk his cock into your puckered hole slowly. Egged on by your desperate pleas muffled by Rindou fucking into your throat. Clit throbbing despite your pussy being empty now. The evidence of Ran fucking and stretching it was the ache and his cum that remained.

“Such a good whore, huh?” Pride swelling in his chest, Ran grinned at the idea of you reducing not only him but his brother too, to such an animalistic state. “Told ‘ya my darlin’ is good. Why do you think I always rush home afterward, huh?”

“F-fuck, she sucks dick so good too—ah…”

“S-shtop, plewse!”

Popping out of your mouth, drool and pre-cum connected your tongue to Rindou’s dick. Lips sore and chin glistening with your spit. Furiously rubbing his cock, Rindou hissed as he spurted his creamy cum onto your surprised face, dripping down your lashes down to your parted lips and chin. A salacious smile on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. Scooping up his semen with his index finger, your stepuncle was quick to shove it down your mouth. The taste is salty and a bit bitter. Even now, they manhandled you to their every whim, back now pressed against Rindou’s inked chest while your ankles dug into Ran’s shoulders, both of their cocks were still pounding into your abused holes. Your juices combined with both of their cum splattered around your cunt, thighs, and ass cheeks. The brothers’ pelvis and the base of their cocks weren’t safe from the sticky substance. Nor was the couch.

High-pitched moans and sobs mingled with the grunts that filled the living room. Loud enough to alert anyone nearby who isn't wise enough to know to leave and mind their own business. It is, after all, a quaint neighborhood that never snooped into the houses’ occupants. And this served Haitani Ran and you well, being able to continue such a taboo relationship even though the bonds have been broken since your mother died. Freely exercising the debauchery of it all.

But what had the blood leaving your cheeks and pushing against your stepfather’s chest was the suggestion he threw into the hazy atmosphere that instantly cleared your mind for a second.

“Think this pretty cunt of hers can take us both, Rin?”

Catching wind of what his older brother is about to do, Rindou fought back the urge to laugh at your appalling reaction before nodding. “Wouldn’t doubt it for a second. Such a filthy slutty pussy she has.” To prove his point, his hand went straight to lightly slap on your clit which had you keening instantly. Gushing around Ran’s length, you swore your vision was starting to double when he tapped on your cheek. Violets staring right into your eyes, hoping you could still understand him. A moment to catch your breaths as Rindou sat up, getting ready himself as his older brother checked on you.

“Remember our safeword, yeah, sweetheart?”

Head slightly dizzy, you blinked a few times. Nodding, you hummed in added response and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Despite the taste of Rindou’s salty cum on your lips, Ran swore you tasted like strawberries—sweet and tangy. Humming into the kiss, he unwillingly pulled away to which you pouted at the loss of contact. Immediately resuming his role, Ran squished your cheeks together harshly, puckering your lips as he grinned at how vulnerable you are.

“Good.” Pushing you back to lay against Rindou once more, Ran lined up his cock with his brother’s up to your cunt’s entrance. “Now, be an obedient whore and take us in nice and easy for daddy, ‘kay?” The moment that statement left his lips, Ran slid into your pussy once more, lips parting. Hissing at the abrupt penetration, you mewled into the air. “Fuck, still so tight. How's this pussy still squeezing me?”

Once Rindou started squeezing into your stuffed cunt, tears formed and rolled down your eyes at how unpleasant it was the first time. Taking in two cocks wasn't a walk in the park after all, especially when both of them started thrusting at once. Groaning in unison at the way your warm walls hugged their cocks, milking them again for what seemed like the nth time for today. Nails digging into your stepfather’s forearms, a soft whine was what you elicited when their hips started picking up pace. Ecstasy was close to swallowing you up whole in the process at the way they fucked into you like feral bunnies in heat. It wasn’t until Rindou pinched your puffy clit that had your bones rattled, keening, and gushing around both of their cocks. Lungs gasping for air after the draining yet welcomed activity, a stupid smile graced your fucked out face. Beyond satisfied yet ready for more. The flavor of strawberry tingled the brothers’ taste buds as you kissed them both for a job well done.

“Another round, princess?”

Oh, how could you refuse?

“Yes, daddy. Would like that very much.”

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[orchid3a]

😼 + taiju + 54 ehehehhee

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SINFUL - S. TAIJU

✦ pairing ↷ priest!Shiba Taiju x f!reader

✦ tws ↷ BLASPHEMY, NSFW, impact play (one spanking), fingering, manhandling, edging, mention of oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, pet names (lost lamb), sex in church, no beta-reading

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✦ note ↷ what can i say? i just know that i gained a special place in hell, but this and even more for my discord kitten june <3 mr shiba is fine i guess...

Father Taiju was the new priest of the town, the talk of the moment, especially between the older women, those who wanted Taiju to marry their daughters, however they all failed to do so. Taiju’s moral compass is too strong to hack, and no one can change his mind.

Or so it seems…

“I thought you were a good girl, but here you are getting wet in this church.” You could feel the disappointment in his words, a small smirk blossoms on your face, knowing exactly how it will end.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ve been a bad girl” You playfully remark, as his rough fingers pad the wet patch on your tong.

Taiju’s golden eyes frown at your overly playfully look, he sighs before shaking his head, disappointed.

“For the last time, it’s Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”

You almost laugh, between all the things he could have said, he decided to be picky about that? It’s hilarious, how he focused on the sentence, rather how wet you are thanks to him.

“So daddy… Will you punish me?” You innocently murmur, batting your eyelashes and placing a wet kiss over his neck.

Taiju’s look became unreadable for a few seconds, before he sighs once again and grabs your wrist, manhandling you on his lap. Face down and ass up, the fabric covering your skin slowly is risen up, letting Taiju see your ass.

Before you can even say a word, he lands a slap across your ass, making you gasp.

“I need to purify your soul first, poor lost lamb. Father will guide you.” His tone seems paternalistic, but you can sense pure and raw lust, the uncontrollable desire to sin, and you succeed in breaking his moral compass.

You feel his hands hovering your skin, but instead of slapping your skin, he swiftly removes your tong, now dangling on your ankle.

Two digits start pumping in and out, while his thumb is paying attention to your throbbing clit. The only things that could be heard in the room, are your moans and wet sounds of your pussy, but if you pay attention closely, you could hear some soft grunts leaving Taiju’s lips.

Something hard pokes your stomach, and judging how hard Taiju is trying to not getting hard, it seems he failed. You won, before you could chant victory and reach your orgasm, he throws you on the ground.

“D-Daddy!? Why?! I want my orgasm!” You whine, but he shakes his head and grabs your hair, pulling you closer to his pelvis.

“You aren’t purified enough, lost lamb… Maybe I should purify your mouth.”

✦ tagging ↷ @haitaniapologist @momoewn @rnht @qiqi-tutu @giyuu23 @nalyana @savagemickey03 ​

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[bontensucker]

Under your spell - Part I

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he get you jailed, convinced you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC : 2.1k

Content : Historical au, angst, names (whore, witch), corruption, blasphemy, toxic behavior, manhandle, reader is a smart ass.

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

Warning : The first part of this fic has a lot of male chauvinism to stay accurate to the time (dark age) where the story takes place + religious theme. If you’re not comfortable with it, don’t read it !

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In a small village lost among the mountains, people are dying. A putrid air lingers above the city and corpses are to be found everyday. The great reaper do not have mercy. Rich and poor, innocents and sinners, they are all passing from life to death.

Rats are everywhere in the city, trespassing in the houses and cottages, even the livestocks got sick.

Not understanding what is going on, the rumor of a curse spread around the notables and the peasants.

One have seen a witch doing black magic, another saw a woman hiding in the dark, it said she’s talking to rodents and they obey her commands.

When the old priest of the village is found dead in his bed, stroked by the disease, the Church decides to send their best man, a newly ordained priest, well known for his bravery during the last crusade.

When he arrives in the village, Taiju starts to gather informations, deploying his troups to patrol nights and days. Several people are immediately arested and tortured when needed.

The knight is here with a purpose and doesn’t go easy on people. The villagers start to fear him. Everyone has to come to church, and prove they know their prayers and did nothing wrong.

To the newly father Taiju, it doesn’t matter if they are men, women or even children. Everyone is suspicious.

The inquisition starts, the neighbors mistrust one another and report people they’ve known barely their entire life.

They are emprisoned or hang up on the public place. No one is safe and the plague is still killing. 

Until someone gives your name. The girl leaving in a tiny cottage outside the city. They swore they have seen you gather strange plants in the forest and even petting a black cat.

It’s all when it started.

It smells like blood and fear inside the room. What did he do to her ?

It smells like blood and fear inside the room. What did he do to her ?

It smells like blood and fear inside the room. What did he do to her ?

“Sit” He says without looking at you. His feather his scratching the parchment and you already know you don’t like him. He’s everything you despise.

“Sit” He says without looking at you. His feather his scratching the parchment and you already know you don’t like him. He’s everything you despise.

The kind of man close minded, bigot, rude, ruthless. He may be a priest but he looks nothing like one. It’s just the almighty’s armed arm in front of you. A warrior that never really left the battlefield. You can tell he’s still at war in his mind. And you, his next opponent. Justice will be served with eyes wide open. You know that. You are well aware.

“Name ?” He ask, still not looking at you. You answer begrudgingly and he stops writting.

His eyes are searching for you before he even lift his head and you know it’s your first mistake. Indeed, he’s not the kind of man to tolerate such tone.

He take a deep breath and you know he’s already annoyed. Whatever.

“Are you baptized ?” You have almost time to answer, he’s already asking another question. And another one. And another one.

« Do you pray ? »

« I d- »

« Do you love God ? »

You frown but answer again « With all my heart »

« Have you ever done anything wrong ? »

« No ! »

« Why ? » he says without taking any break.

« Excuse m- »

« Why do you live alone ? Why aren’t you married? »

« Because I don’t need a man to take care of myself. »

Taiju gives you the cold shoulder. He doesn’t like what you said.

« This is not for you to decide. You should get married, obey your husband and produce children to honor our God as he commands you to. God as plan for the weakest sex... for everyone of us. »

« Then why aren’t you married ? »

You see him curl his fists really tight and grit his teeth. Oh, now he’s really pissed…

« I was fighting God’s enemies in the holy crusade.”

« Enemies ? Didn’t he created the humans to his own image ? Then do you really think he’s happy to see you killing his children ? »

A vein of anger dawn on his forehead, he opens his mouth and answer with a calm tone despite his murdurous stare.

« This is not for you to ask questions. And I do not expect for a woman to understand God’s will. »

You smirk and give him back the very same look. You hate him so much.

It’s a battle you are not going to let him win.

When he leaves his chair you straighten up a bit and think about that smell of steel in his office. Is it your blood he’s coming for now ?

He comes before you and leans on his desk, crossing his arms and you can see another vein running under the skin of his muscular forearm.

You didn’t realize he was so tall. So beefy. If you stand up, you can barely meet his torso. Most of men out there are not that tall.

And you can see why he is one famous holy knight. He matches every stereotypes the Church his looking for its army.

But in no way you’re going to play coy with him. You will not let him intimidate you. You’re a fierce and independant woman. And at that time, you still think no one can bring you down.

“Do you have anything to say, woman ?”

“Like what ?”

He squint and you can tell he is slowly losing patience.

“Witches have marks or stains on their body. Do you ? “

You try not to laugh at his face. This is ridiculous. “No I do not ! Of course no.”

But he catches your tone again and sight before going back to his seat. After a moment he speaks up “You do know lying is a sin don’t you ? And it is even worst when you do it in God’s house.” He looks at you and straighten up in his chair. “God may forgive you for your sins, but I won’t.”

And this is more than you can handle. You know your next move will not be the smartest considering he has the power to kill you on the spot but you can’t stop yourself.

You stand up and come closer to him. At the same time he push back his chair, always facing the enemy but he is not prepared for that.

“Then, should you inspect my body to make sure I am not lying ?”

You put your foot on the chair, between his legs and grab the hem of your skirt  you lift to show your bare leg.

He keeps looking at your face, inhaling sharply at your outrageous behavior but he doesn’t show you any other feeling. As a man of God, he knows he can’t bring himself to look at your body.

“See father ? There is nothing more than the promise land for a real man. Nothing else.”

And he knows that if he looks, it might be a sin but if he doesn’t, it means you are right and he is not a real man.

And he can’t let that happen. Ever.

His pride take over while he supports your gaze and then Taiju slowly lower his eyes to your legs.

« Are you trying to tempt me devil worshiper ? » He doesn’t wait for an answer and grabs your calf in his big hand. You didn’t expected a cold man to have such warm palms and it makes you shiver.

He pulls it forward so you unfold your leg and your mouth opens a little. Maybe this was not a good idea. You can’t fool him.

He looks at you without smiling and put his hand on yours so he can make you lift your skirt a little highter. Your thigh is now on sight for him to take a closer look at your skin.

His stare hover over you, looking closely for any marks. His hands are roaming and you feel your heart beat fast. No one has ever touched you like this. No one has ever seen your legs like this.

You decide it’s enought and try to lower your skirt, but the look he gives you tells you otherwise. And you know, you know surely, that if you do this, he will think you have something to hide and you’ll be done.

Instead, you look away, enable to support his gaze.

« I-I do not worship the devil. » and again, he’s fast to reply. « But you don’t fear the Almighty either ».

You chuckle ironically « I do fear God. But I don’t fear you...” His hand tighten unnecessarily on the smooth skin of your thigh and you breath hard, adding “unless you want to be God ?”

You gasp when his hands spread your tighs to look at the thin skin inbetween and you can’t stop yourself being upfront « Or do you want me to worship you like Him? »

The moment it past your lips, you know you’ve gone too far. You should’ve never said that.

Taiju is quick to react. He pushes you from him and grabs your throat, squeezing hard.

You let your skirt fall down in place and put your tiny hands over his big warm palm.

«  Let me go ! »

He push you furiously until your back hit the edge of his desk and gets so close to your lips you can feel his breath when he whispers.

« Blasphemy ! I am not going to let a filthy whore speaks the Lord’s name in vain in his own house ! I have put people at the stake for less than that ! ”

« I am not a whore ! » you say trying to breath but he’s so strong you can’t do anything.

« Yes you are ! If you were not, you would not have talked to me like that  woman, or let me see your legs. You should have reacted like the others. You are supposed to deny me the view, and stay a virgin until God finds you a good religious husband or you take holy orders ! »

He continue to call you names and witch, not letting you go. The more you try to fight back, the more he applies pressure on your throat and when he leans on you, you start to feel his hard on.

He will never admit it, but you did something to him. And the strange feeling you had when he was caressing your legs had his own call at the other end.

And he’s furious, because for the first time he can’t control his body. He can’t control the effect you, a witch, had on him.

You put your hands on his chest and you try to push him away, but he’s so strong compared to you. The crusader doesn’t move and you start to see black and white dots.

You let one of your hand run down his chest to his crotch in a desperate attempt and he feels your hand on his shaft.

Utterly shoked by the feeling that rush under his skin, he let go of you and back up.

You push him away when he comes back to you like a raging bull. « I am not a witch, I am not a whore and I am still a virgin ! I did nothing wrong to offense our God ! But look at you ! Lusting after me ! »

When he opens his mouth you shut him up, using the same warnings as him. « Don’t you dare lying in God’s house priest ! It is a sin you cannot forgive, remember ? »

This time, Taiju is left without anything to say. He feels remorse and something else when he looks at your face he can’t put up with.

You know something is out of place for you too. You hate him but what you felt everytime his hands were merging with your skin, even for the worst part had made your blood rush.

You decide not to stay any longer and take your leave, running out of the church but his soldiers are blocking the way out.

He comes after you and stops when he sees his men’s back because he can’t let them see him in such an embarrassing state.

He grabs your elbow and pull you back behind one of the large gothic column. Your back is pressed against his torso and your cheeks start to burn when you feel him. His breath his hot on your neck and you feel every nerves inside you tingling when he whispers to your ear « This is not over. »

He let you go but stay hidden to shout his orders out to his men. « Let her go. »

Taglist : @p-antomime @bubble4u @aasouthteranoswife

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanfic #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #taiju shiba #tr taiju #taiju shiba smut #tokyorev taiju #taiju shiba x you #taiju shiba x reader #taiju shiba x y/n #tw.blasphemy #tw.manhandling #tw.size kink

[mulberrysilk]

can’t stop thinking about ushi manhandling and breeding me with his big ass hands around my throat 😩💞

a/n: I love how most of my Ushijima asks has breeding in it like it’s a requirement ☺️ cause you bet your ass, Toshi is going to be obsessed with pumping you full of his cum

Ushijima x reader

tw: breeding kink + manhandling + choking + consensual to dubcon-ish

Gentle giant.

Those were the first words that came to mind when anyone asked you what Ushijima was in your eyes. Sure, at first sight, your boyfriend was intimidating. The type of person that naturally exudes power and asserts it but when you got to know him, beneath all that was a gentle and kind loving man. One who’d hold your hand on the way home, lend you his jacket when it’s too cold and hold you close when he knew something was bothering you.

He was all of that.

Til he was provoked.

Ushijima was also a man who likes routines, logic, simple and understandable things. When any of those were challenged, he became harsher. He assured you that he would never take those frustrations out on you but that same feeling of loss of control came about when he saw you smiling and laughing with an old acquaintance of his.

At first he took, Atsumu’s attention to be one of friendly curiosity, but when the blond started to make you cluster with his suggestive humour and teasing, Ushijima would squeeze his water bottle just a little tighter. You were wholeheartedly his. He shouldn’t worry. It wasn’t your fault you were so likeable and pleasing to the eye...but you were his. Wasn’t that clear enough to everyone?

He didn’t know where this all came from. This burning black colored flame that consumed him.

“Toshi,” you whimpered, his cock buried deep inside of you, your lower lips split around him and walls contracting, desperately trying to adjust to his size. Your breaths were quick and shallow as you did, hands gripping his biceps.

Usually he’d kiss you and caress you in the spots that would comfort you, to aid in relaxing you...but the longer Ushijima stared at where the two of you were connected, thinking through how intimate it was to be with a person this way, he came to the conclusion that only he could ever mark you this way. That it should only be his cock that your walls remembered.

You weren’t fully adjusted to his girth and length when he reared his hips back, and thrusted in and out of you in a pace that started slow and deep, and quickly escalated to ruthless pounding.

“Toshi. I haven’t adjusted—Ah!” You tried to push him away, legs trembling to close and restrict his freedom of movement but his large hands pushed down your inner thighs, keeping them apart as his fat cock slammed into you over and over.

Your cunt was drooling around him, his length coated with your slick and dripping out of you with every thrust, the lewd squelching sounds, music to his ears.

“T-toshi, I can’t. You’re too big, please, s-slow down—mhmf ,” you moaned out, the man above you wondering why your tone contradicted your words but why was your denial and squirming spurring him on. “

Darkened, wild olive green eyes, glowed in the dark, and you shivered at the primal expression. Where was your sweet gentle Wakatoshi? But he enjoyed taking you like this, he was more vocal.

“Mine,” he grunted, one of his large hands easily wrapping around your fragile throat, squeezing it a little, relishing the way your lips parted and was gasping for air.

“Toshi, c-cant—

“You can,” he growled, his other hand pushing your left leg higher to open up your pussy for him to see. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Even when your walls clamped around him so tightly as you came, babbling and drooling, he wanted more. Even when he unloaded inside of you till it dripped from your core, he wanted more.

“Toshi, can you please hold me?” You sniffled, your voice raspy from his grip around your throat. His silence went through you like a knife. He pulled away and stood at the foot of the bed, towering over and looking down at you.

You shivered. He looked even more broad and colossal in this way. You felt even smaller than usual.He even looked at you in the way, he stared down opponents, the way he’d stare to tell them that he was stronger than them.

Toshi took you by your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed. He flipped you onto your stomach and hoisted your hips up to keep you on your knees. You were trembling so beautifully before him. His white cum was dripping from your pink hole, throbbing around nothing, asking to be filled again.

That was his. His seed in your cunt.

Before anymore could leak out, he shoved his cock back in without warning, making your fingers clutch the sheets and cry into them.

His pelvis was colliding hard on your rear, your whole body shaking from the sheer force of the pro athlete and his heavy balls were slamming against your clit with every deep thrust.

You were reduced to nothing but a babbling mess and his name falling of your lips like a chant.

“You like this don’t you?” He uttered in a low grave voice.

You couldn’t muster the strength to string together a proper response, too overwhelmed.

“Yes, yes, yes! Can feel you so deep, Toshi. F-feel so—ah—good!”

He curled his fingers with your soft locks of hair, everything about you was soft. Your skin, your smile, your touch, your plush hot walls. All of that was his.

He pulled your hair back, making your back arch in to the mattress, hips moving in their own to meet his thrusts. He was going to fill you up. Over and over again. Till your cunt was overflowing with his cum. Till you were full of him for days.

Breeding you and at the same time, leaving a part of him inside of you. To remind you who you belonged to and for him, to look at you with security, knowing that it was his cum sloshing in your little womb.

Ushijima knew he was being rough. He knew exactly what he was doing as he fucked you hard into the mattress like you were nothing but a cocksleeve, milking him so greedily despite your cries that were more like moans now.

“Good girl,” he hummed, thrusting hard, nudging against your cervix as he unloaded himself inside of you for the second time.

Your body collapsed into the bed, heaving for air as your body convulsed from another orgasm.

But you had no time to recover, not when your boyfriend’s still hard cock rubbed against your rear. You flinched. A reaction that Ushijima didn’t like.

He flipped you onto your back once more, burying himself deep inside you once more, the excess of his cum was a mess between your thighs and you looked up him through tear stained eyelashes.

“Gonna fill you up, my love.” He caressed your lower belly where you womb would be. “Gonna fill you up til your filled for days.” His hand wrapped around your throat again, stilling you from squirming away from him. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

You wanted to tell him to stop. Tell him no. That it’s enough. You couldn’t take anymore. That your mind was foggy from his roughness and the orgasm that ripped through you.But your walls throbbed around him, sucking him inside of you without your permission. Your body’s betrayal made more fat tears stream down your face as your lips quivered, no words coming out of you. Just an obedient little meek nod that made a hint of a sadistic smirk form on your boyfriend’s face as he took you again for the third time tonight, and a part of you felt it wasn’t going to be over anytime soon.

#💌.thirsts #💍.ushijima wakatoshi #tw.choking #tw.manhandling #tw.breeding kink #tw.dubcon #haikyuu smut #Ushijima smut #Ushijima Wakatoshi smut #Haikyuu thirsts #ushijima thirst #ushijima x reader #ushijima Wakatoshi x reader #💍.ushijima

[bokutoslittlebird]

Alpha ushijima full nelson position 😩😩😩

YES

He’s big and he’s strong, we all know this, but as an Alpha? He oozes strength and dominance, this is nothing. He manhandles your poor body all the time, maneuvering you any which way so he can fuck you senseless.

However, you don’t know that he knows, but he’s completely aware of the fact you tend to smell so much sweeter when he forces you into a specific position. Unable to move, barely able to breathe, he just forces your head into the pillows as your arms become absolutely useless except to grab the pillows and his wrists. You’re no match for him, instead your nails feel like wind against his skin, not worth his full attention and barely noticeable, as he ruts himself into you while all you can do is take it.

Groaning into your ear about how good you feel, about how close he is, it’s so much combined with his brute strength. As your cunt clenches around his cock, trying to milk him, he splits you open with his knot to keep you locked against him. He’ll let your head rest, but you won’t be moving from that position anytime soon. He plans on keeping you in the perfect position for him to fuck you like a beast and you’ll lay there and take it like a good mate.

#BB.Kinky #Mr. Wakatoshi #Ushijima.Thirst #Ushijima.Spice #BB.🐾 #tw.manhandling #tw.full Nelson #haikyuu smut #haikyuu omegaverse

[kobenisgun]

✨Currently thinking about Pimp! Koko✨

TW: MINORS DNI, 18+, Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers [Boten Arc], canonical dark content, prostitution, prostitute reader, female reader, degradation, smacking, manipulation, gaslighting and depictions of toxic relationships. [If I miss anything then tell me and I will adjust my tags. Also this isn’t proof read so sorry]

Pimp! Koko who can either be the nicest person or the cruelest to his girls. He doesn’t accept mistakes from them but if he upfront sees that a customer is being rude he will teach them a lesson. Sure the girls were whores but they weren’t cheap. Koko did nothing at a cheap price and that went for the girls that worked for him. They were paid the amount he saw fit, housed, clothed and fed. Kept on strict diets that they never complained about because they knew better. No one ever spoke to him or touched him unless he told them so. He liked the way things were going, the newer girls were struggling in heels and getting used to his training regime but they were steadily improving, getting better as the days passed. He liked the way he ran things and so did Mikey, it made him happy, he could make money and please his boss.

Something that didn’t make Koko happy was that there was always one girl who fucked up and he had to teach them a lesson in front of them. Even if he tried to avoid it, it always happened, it was either she never got the right amount of money or she never got any money. He never thought that you would be the one to mess up. You were new, fresh, a customers favorite even though you just started. So how could you be so fucking stupid that you spread your legs to a dirty old man and only get 1/4 of the money that you needed. When Koko went by while you were counting, he could see the dumb look on your face. Glossed lips pouted as you tried to figure out why you weren’t counting as much as the other girls. Don’t worry though, he would tell you why, you didn’t ask for the payment before you spread your legs. He tries to hold back his anger when he sees your eyes fill with tears but he can’t, how could you be so fucking stupid? He thought that you were one of the smart ones.

He was upset to see that he was wrong, you were just another slut looking to make a quick penny. The room fell silent gradually as his hand came in contact with your cheek, this was normal, the second that Koko found a weak link or a mistake that a girl made he would be quick to correct it, this was him correcting your stupid behavior. He peered down at you, his gaze scrutinizing and hard, if a look could kill you they would be contacting your parents and telling them of your passing in the next minute. He was livid, if he didn’t take a second to breathe he probably would’ve killed you in that moment.

You were shaking. Barely even breathing as your mouth opened and closed, trying to manage out an explanation, mascara running down your cheeks, hands reaching up to grip onto the expensive fabric of his clothes. He slapped you again this time on the other cheek. He didn’t want you to bruise, most of the regulars didn’t like that. Instead he crouched down and cupped your face, his touch was gentle, warm almost until he gripped onto your cheeks, digging his thumbs into your skin. If he didn’t move soon it would bruise. Then you wouldn’t be able to make the daily amount he demanded, no one wanted a ruined girl, they only wanted pretty girls.

“Baby. Listen to me, listen to me closely so that you don’t mess up again. First you take the money then you bend over. ‘Kay? If you keep messing up like this I could get demoted from my position or even worse killed because of you messing up something so fucking simple. You don’t want that to happen right? Want Sir to keep taking care of everyone here right, want Sir to keep loving you?” He asked, grip softening with his gaze.

You nodded eagerly, sniffling and smoothing out the fabric, looking up at him with glassy eyes and ruined makeup. “M’ sorry sir, m’ so sorry, please don’t be mad. I love you. Love you so much Sir and I’ll do better..I jus’ need another chance!”

A small smile forms on his lips, brushing his thumb over your cheeks and patting it gently, relishing in the way that you flinched but leaned into his hand either way. “There’s my good girl. Why don’t you go take care of Sanzu? He’s in a private room, you know the rules already princess.”

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞?

#minors dni #tw canonical dark content #tw.prostitution #tw.degradation #tw.manipulation #tw.manhandling #kokonoi hajime x reader #tw minor manga spoilers #.tr #.koko

[iwaasfairy]

𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥

tw noncon, predator/prey, manhandling, biting, degradation, bunny kink

for iwa's birthday week

Your heart seems to race in your throat. There’s only so much you can see from your curled up position behind the door, watching the light disappear as the footsteps stop. There’s a moment of pause, only one breath that you allow yourself to take, before you flatten yourself to the wall. The door slams open with a loud bang that ricochets around the storage room, and you resist the urge to curl even deeper in on yourself. You can’t see him, but there’s no doubting it.

Even walking down the halls of the gym earlier had your hairs on end, catching brief glimpses of him out of the corner of your eye. But you’ve never thought of Hajime as a danger, and even with the intimidating, harshness of his expression, you were never scared of him. Now you’re faced with the darkness of the messy room, you think differently. Your air burns at the top of your lungs as you wait, and wait, and wait.

And the silence is only broken by the soft creaking of the doors falling shut again, unfreezing your aching muscles and crawling out of your hiding spot. You take a few shuddered breaths, push yourself up and shuffle between the equipment with your hands gliding over them. If you can just get to the dressing rooms— A palm clasps over your mouth and nose before you can scream, pulling you back sharply into a hard, warm body.

You smell sweat and something darker, heavier as another strong arm wraps around your chest and clamps down enough to have your breath leave you with a squeaky croak. You jerk and grab at the hold, but digging in your nails does nothing but make him press his lips to your ear, groaning. “Got you, you little bitch.” Hajime pushes down on you as you struggle against him, jamming his knee into the back of yours so that you slump down into his hold, squeezing harder over your mouth when you push and try to claw your way out. “You promised-”

He pushes you down onto the cold floor with a grimace, baring his teeth like a feral animal as his grip slides to your throat, and hisses out the words. “You promised me I could.” His strong hands don’t toy with your shorts as much as pulling until they glide from under you, ripping the seams. And though you land a hit with your palm up to his chin, he barely blinks before grabbing both your arms and crossing them painfully tight over your chest, pinning you down. “Stop -fucking- wiggling, this was your game. You lost, bunny.”

“Fuck you,” you hiss out, his weight on you being enough to drive a sharp pain between your ribs, as tears collect at your lashes. There’s something too real in those pretty greens, blown out so far in the dark only the slightest ring isn’t engorged black, his nose almost to yours. One hand gives your panties the same treatment, the other pressing a thumb deep into the side of your neck, and your blood pumps harshly at the vein under it.

“I intend to,” he bites back, slamming his mouth to yours too hard and knocking teeth. The hand between your bodies rubs up and down a few times, before pushing in a finger and a second quickly after, and your tears spill over when you hear the lewd squelching coming from you. But it’s his lips and tongue that do the most damage, pushing in and taking your breath away as he ruts himself into you. He pulls back to press messy kisses down your cheek and jaw, ending at your throat while he pushes his shorts and boxers down thick thighs.

“Gonna fill this bunny cunt up,” he whispers, the soft nosing only a little reprieve when he pushes the drooling head of his cock against your slick pussy. A low, rumbling noise sounds as he stretches your tight walls out, the feeling heavy in your belly. But it’s the way he bites down on the skin between your neck and shoulder that has you softening, a whine breaking free as you arch your back, and he licks at the tender spot.

With a sharp thrust bottoming out and bumping your cervix, he grunts again, biting down harder. “My bitch.” He pushes two coated fingers between your lips and hooks them on your cheek as you cry out, before he pulls out and fucks back into you, harder and faster.

#iwa smut #haikyuu smut #iwa birthday week #tw.noncon #tw.prey kink #tw.manhandling #tw.degradation

[p-antomime]

KIKIIIII <3<3 IT'S NANAMINNNN DAY! OUR BELOVED MAN, the best man among all of them! may i ask you to tell me something with nanamin and his gf trying to cheer him up on his bday??? like hmmm lingeries maybe? no pressure tho <3 love you and this man too

YESSSSS NANAMIN DAY ! our beloved wise intelligent nice pretty gorgeous handsome stunning tall blonde man, I'd d!e for him :((

i've been wanting to write something for his bday so I'm glad you came up with this ask my darling <3

just think about: Nanami having to sort some things out on his birthday at Jujutsu Tech because, after all, besides being a sorcerer he is also a teacher and Gojo making a point of trying to sing Happy Birthday to him in a room with Itadori, Nobara and Megumi, but Nanami getting too busy writing reports for his superiors to make it to their little party, so busy that by the time the clock struck 6pm he was ready to leave since, of all things, Kento Nanami doesn't work overtime.

he got home SO tired, and you were taking a shower, so he just threw himself on the bed with no desire to celebrate although, deep inside, he was thankful that everyone he loves remembered his birthday.

nanami would be so tired that he would barely pay attention to when you slowly came out of the bathroom with a robe covering your body and the set of lingerie you bought yesterday after passing by a store with him and he commented on how beautiful you would look wearing it. it was a small gift, but a meaningful one, and nanami kento doesn't care much for expensive gifts, besides: there is NOTHING better in the world for him than to see you showing yourself to him, it would be a lie if someone said that nanami doesn't spend 60% of his time fantasizing about you, your body, your shoulders, your tits, your neck, your angelic face, your waist, your hips, your legs, your thighs...

"nanamin?" you called out to him and he propped himself up on elbows, his eyes taking less than seconds to see what was adorning your body and his cheeks almost turning red as a smile appeared on his lips, "should I say 'happy birthday' now?"

a chuckle would escape him and you stepped forward immediately letting his hands caress your shoulders, down your arms, your wrists and sliding around your waist to pull you to sit on his lap, but one of your hands pushed him back before he could finish that and nanami looked at you confused.

"You're my birthday boy, so it's only fair that I make you happy before you do me, right?" you got down on knees in front of his body, luckily nanami's legs were already spread wide and it was very easy for you to start groping his dick under his pants.

you could almost feel his veins already throbbing, begging you to take it in your mouth and let him fuck your throat the way you knew nanami loved it, but wouldn't allow himself to admit out loud. you could already tell that his underwear must have a wet spot on it caused by his pre-cum.

"i thought my gift would be to touch you," nanami said watching you unbuckle his belt and finally get his hard cock free.

"mhm, it is, but first I need to make sure that you don't just rip off my lingerie 'n pound yourself deep inside me, Kento," you replied massaging his dick with both hands and leaving a little kiss on the swollen tip.

you opened your mouth to let it in and immediately hollowed your cheeks against his shaft, watching his head fall back in pleasure and hearing a gasping moan escape from deep in his throat, his hips ready to push up against your mouth.

and that's exactly what they did. one quick thrust, nanami felt himself in heaven as his fingers dug a little deeper into the soft skin of the back of your neck. another thrust, nanami pulled in a little more air and told you to rest your hands on his thighs. another thrust, by this point you were already trying to relax your jaw to let him fuck your mouth as if it were your pussy. and a series of thrusts that ended with your eyes watering and his cock throbbing more and more against your warm, soft, wet tongue. by this time, nanami was already deliberately rocking hips upward while your face was still and your jaw was slowly starting to hurt, but more than that: your pussy was already soaking wet, it was going to be so easy for him to simply manhandle your body and pull you to sit on his cock now completely wet with saliva and precum.

by the time he came, you barely had time to pull away or taste his salty cum, nanami was already pouring every last drop straight down your throat and, after making sure he had made you swallow it all, pulling you up to kiss you needily and placing you sitting on his cock; the panties of your lingerie being pulled aside was already enough for your entrance to be exposed, ready for use.

"wanna ride me as a birthday present, princess?", nanami asked, already lying down and feeling you roll over against the boner that was beginning to form again.

"a riding is the best present, isn't it?", you replied.

he knew that this present was the best after a stressful day, you were better than cakes or expensive gifts at the end of the day.

— jujutsu kaisen masterlist.

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[manjiroscum]

GOLD LEASH

Character/s: rich boy!Hanma Shuji

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, non-con kissing, baby trapping, hanma is sometimes an asshole, unprotected sex, edging, creampie, cum play, cum facial, breeding kink, reader spanked twice, exhibitionism, mentions of public sex, slight manhandling, mentions of marathon sex, degradation, pet names and manipulation. Minors do not interact.

Notes: commissioned by bby @marism (◕દ◕)💕 hope u like it love and sorry for the delay.

Synopsis: Hanma Shuji always gets his way, even if it doesn’t sit right with you—he will.

WC: 5k

Hanma Shuji, resident scoundrel of the university and the menace responsible for blowing up the lab weeks ago that made a huge buzz around campus suddenly claimed he had a crush on you. At least that’s what he said upon confronting you in the library weeks ago while you were searching for a copy of that textbook your professor was reading.

You think the dirty bastard is hoping to become a player with your heart as his new toy.

Normally, anyone would steer clear of him in hopes of not getting unwanted attention from the infamous student, but in a university belonging to a small world, it was hard not to cross paths with Hanma once or twice. It was a bit confusing how he was accepted by such a prestigious institution. Imaging him studying or even just coming to class like any average student will seem more like a myth than the existence of warlocks. But contrary to his reputation, Hanma Shuji was passing with flying colors—much to your surprise because you’d think he was paying to get those aces. Yet, he did not strike you as the type of person to possess such wealth to be able to bribe the university. Considering how he appeared like he wasn’t rich like the other men in your class and lived like he was sleeping on the streets. Still, you did not want to associate with him because of his tendency of being a troublemaker. Him, on the other hand…

“Babe, do you think I should go to the library later?”

“Why on earth would you ask me what you should do? Shouldn't that be your problem?” Brows pinched in annoyance, maneuvering around to dodge his tattooed sin hand reaching out to touch you, to be able to wrap his fingers around any part just so he could pull you close. The corners of his lips curled at your hostile reaction but welcomed it nonetheless. “And don’t call me 'babe'. We’re not dating—”

“Yet,” he chuckled to tease you, which he succeeded based on the irritated glare that you shot the man before walking away. Hoping he wouldn't follow you to the library. “Come on, we could have a little study date. What do ‘ya say?”

But this is the Hanma Shuji that poked around where his nose didn't belong. The same Hanma Shuji who trashed the nearby cafe by bringing a couple of his rowdy friends yet still manages to befriend one of the smartest students here. Yes, Hanma Shuji who wouldn't leave you alone despite being blown off countless times because you weren't interested in dating a man who seemed like he hasn’t showered in days but was still sought after by the girls in your department. Your mother may have said never to judge a book by its cover, but you weren't even sure if Hanma is genuine. It came to the point he was rumored to be a sleaze, leeching off from the women he slept with from copying homework to receiving no resistance in intimacy.

Was it because he seemed vulnerable? Approachable? Someone whom they can baby? That facade of helplessness is really beneficial for him, huh?

It’s quite hard to see the gentleman's appeal through the confident smirks, the tattered jeans, baggy shirts, and hoodies—the tattoo on his hands and gold chain earring screaming he wasn’t one you could take home to meet your mother without her questioning your taste. And yet, even with that sort of ensemble, Hanma Shuji just seemed… handsome? As much as it pains you to admit this, he is indeed a good-looking guy especially if you look past the foul mouth and nefarious reputation he was known for. What's more, you found the ever-present smug grin on his face quite frustratingly attractive.

But then again, the reminder of him being an asshole and a total player was like a hanging guillotine over your neck—there was no way he’d take you seriously. It would be a damn miracle if he does. Not that you wanted him to!

And what do I have to be so worried about? There’s no way I’ll fall for a jackass like him. If anything, I’d rather kiss a fish than him. There’s just no way… right?

Yeah, there was no way you’d fall for a guy like Hanma Shuji, who didn’t even ask if he could corner you in the library and kiss you squarely on the lips. Body frozen out of surprise, you stared at him with wide eyes, pupils taking in the heated desire in those golden ones that never broke contact. Gauging your reaction silently as his tongue slowly slid out of his lips to swipe at your lower lips, hoping you’d let him in so he could taste and see if you were divine as he thought you’d be. And really, with his huge palms reaching up and touching your hips, waist, and lower back—goosebumps rose across your flesh akin to daisies popping out in spring, your lower region coated with slick in betrayal at your conviction of not falling for Hanma. What cemented it, however, was when you found yourself kissing him back. Intent on tasting him, too.

Sweet—intoxicatingly sweet, is what Hanma tasted like.

A thin string of saliva connected both of your tongues upon pulling away, so obscene yet mesmerizing to look at. His haunting gold hues smoldered while yours were dazed, mouth parted as you caught your breath. The library is silent as it can be, but you fear anyone who may pass by the bound volume section could hear your heart hammering inside your ivory ribcage. If anyone could see you two together, the scoundrel of the campus locking lips with the darling student of your department—heads would definitely start flying and mouths chattering around the hallway on why you agreed to become another notch on his belt would echo for days. Good thing the only witnesses were the books and the wind entering the open window. Orange leaves falling in the background ever so beautifully never fails to cast a calm over your chest.

But, fuck, no matter how much you stared at it, or perhaps even drink an endless amount of tea could have your pounding heart shut up and return to its normal pace. All due to Hanma Shuji kissing you in the library out of nowhere because he can.

Punch him—you wanted to punch the living daylights out of that ridiculously handsome man along with his smug smirk. To wipe that shit-eating grin off his face and give him the middle finger for extra good measure.

“Did ‘ya like it so much to still be speechless, babe?” he chuckled, finding enjoyment in your indignant state, even if he was the one who caused it. “If we date, that can be an everyday thing. Perhaps even more—”

“No thank you,” you hissed, careful not to scream at him for his rash behavior, cheeks aggravating warm. “There won’t be any of that kissing! If you wanna mess around, find someone else or go to your usual whores, alright? Leave me out of this—I’m never dating you.”

Really hilarious of you to say that to his face, only to wind up sitting next to him on your couch, in your apartment and him kissing and marking up your neck five days later. The dingy wallpaper mockingly laughing at you, same with the floors and every corner that screamed about his presence from the discarded scarf, the combat boots by the door to the glasses he wore sitting on the coffee table. All of them screamed the same thing at you.

What a hypocrite she is.

“So pretty… Don’t be shy, moan more for me, babe,” Hanma whispered, golden irises rivaling the sun’s searing hue peering up to drink in your blissful expression etched across your features. Hand with sin crawling up your back, making it past the hem of your shirt to fully rid you of your bra. The other, punishment, pinching one of the taut nipples that had you whining into the air. “That’s it—more, more, more. Let me hear you, babe.”

Hanma Shuji was definitely good with his hands and tongue. Expertly eliciting a lewd moan rivaling that of a seasoned pornstar that had the golden-eyed man smirking against the supple flesh of your inner thighs. The taste of your delectable slick on the rough surface of his tongue continued to tease and lick your throbbing clit, eager for more after pulling two orgasms out of you already. The pajamas you wore left to gaze up at the ceiling next to his hoodie on the floor. Who were you in the face of such deliriously pleasant ecstasy that would never be achieved by your own fingers or the many toys you have discarded because they were never enough to make you reach that plane of bliss?

“Hanma… more, gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Sobbing into your hand, your gaze never left the intoxicating sight of Hanma’s head in between your legs. You couldn’t even begin to grasp the reality that he was here, in your apartment after giving a shitty excuse to see you and is now eating you out on the old couch from your parents’ house. You shouldn’t have believed him—saying that he wanted to copy your notes from literary class. But then again, you were rejoicing inside that you did. Because you didn’t know anyone who could eat pussy this good than him.

“My baby is gonna cum again?” he hummed, eyes twinkling in glee at you keening. Both of his hands kept your legs from closing in, wanting to focus on having you squirt just by his tongue alone. “Come ‘n, cum in my mouth. Wanna see this pretty pussy squirt for me.”

Juices coating his chin, lips, and his nose, Hanma Shuji blinked up and knew he has found the one—enchanted by your pretty face all fucked out and nipples all perked up. His initial attraction to you may have been fueled by some of his peers. Because no one has ever tried to date the pretty girl of the department and officially became her boyfriend. When Hanma knew you had been single for a long time, he began to think you were some stuck-up bitch who’d spread her legs immediately after a few hints of his background. But surprisingly, you weren’t. You were sometimes a bitch though, he was not gonna lie. With the way you would continuously give him the cold shoulder, Hanma almost thought he was daydreaming whenever you acted out of kindness.

It irritates him to know that you were indeed the total sweetheart everyone knew to anyone who isn’t him, Hanma Shuji.

He had fun chasing after you through corridors and in the library. Hoping to catch you off guard and talk to you. To see how what was all the buzz about you and why those poor fuckers couldn’t get in your pants. He never saw it coming that he’d be like those fools he made fun of. It wasn’t soon. Wasn’t too long before that hunger for the taste of victory morphed into something stronger that fueled the enigma named Hanma Shuji.

He wanted to possess you.

“Are you really gonna sit through this class?” Eyes narrowed at your lover sitting next to you in a lecture he had no business in, you were close to pinching his ear and pulling him out the door. Who wouldn’t feel the same way when everyone here was all so serious in listening while Hanma was munching on a bag of chips in tattered jeans and a hoodie that looked like it hasn’t been washed for a month? You just wished he’d make an effort to appear more…

More what, exactly?

“Why not?” He grinned, waving a half-eaten chip in your frowning face that was equally flaming due to the stares you both received. “I wanna be next to you at all times as much as I can. I’m afraid you’d run off with another boy while I’m not lookin’.” Sticking out his tongue, Hanma then sent a wink your way. The corners of your lips were hard to keep from curling whereas you tried to avoid his fingers finding their way to yours. Ignorant to those golden eyes locking with another male student who was staring too long to receive a glare from your boyfriend.

Yes, Hanma Shuji wants to possess you.

Down to the roots of your hair to the soles of your feet, Hanma Shuji desires to have you forever no matter what it takes. So, when you decided to agree to become his girlfriend after two months of going back and forth, Hanma felt like he was on cloud nine. And he wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, quick to claim what is his without any qualms. It was the least he could have after enduring days of you completely snubbing him or having him wait around. Not that he could blame you though. Of course, you’d be wary to let someone like him into your life.

Especially when it’s a man who strayed from commitment for so long. Breaking his own law for you—the sudden sweet rainfall in the middle of a hot summer day that was always constant in his world.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Anyone who’d merely hear your boyfriend cooing would think he was doing it out of concern. Perhaps a book fell on top of you or a splinter made its way into your finger from the old wooden bookshelves. But no, the bastard was a sadist—mirth in his eyes while pinning your flustered self against the wall, inner thighs wet with your juices. The panty you wore was damp with slick too, almost sliding further down onto the floor. The book you were searching for haphazardly kicked to the side, the sight of it would have made any bookworm cringe or perhaps even scold you two. Much more to see a couple using the library as a spot to frolic. Still, Hanma didn’t care.

He never does, loving the thrill of having sex or just touching you indecently where anyone can see if they try through his towering frame. Why? The answer was quite simple and you wished you knew before you let him pull down your skirt to finger you here in the somehow private part of the library.

“Wanna cum?” Pumping two of his digits into your wet pussy, lips in a smirk at your attempts to muffle your moans that could’ve slipped past if you didn’t try hard enough. The hand sin definitely driving you insane. His hard cock pressing against your thigh, grinding slightly while cooing. If his other hand, punishment, was wrapped around your neck, you were quite sure you would’ve squirted all over the floor and screamed. The idea of abandoning shame and being fucked by Hanma like an animal was tantalizing. “Go on, babe. Cum for me, yeah? Wanna cum so bad? I know you do.” Chuckling at the small mewl you let out, your cocky boyfriend was quick to slow down his pumping that earned an impatient groan from you. He clicked his tongue. “Don’t want you to cum on my fingers—want you to cream around my cock like the cockslut you are. Should train this slutty cunt of yours, mhm? Taking my dick almost every day it’s a surprise you still whining how it doesn’t fit.”

That’s because you’re so fucking huge, asshole!

“S-Shuji… wanna cum ‘s bad! P-please.” Tears pooled around your eyes, threatening to roll down your hot cheeks as he resumed the rapid thrusting of his long digits that you swore you felt them brush against your cervix. How long is he going to keep you on the edge? For sure you would start sobbing aloud if he prevented you from cumming again, having been commanded not to unless he told you so. But for how long? “Please, Shuji—can’t t-take it any longer. F-fuck, please let me cum! Shit.”

Should’ve known Hanma Shuji was a fucking sadist who had a penchant for hardcore thrills. However, it was his daring character that had you continuously on your toes, especially in the throes of lust. Never had you ever experienced boredom with your boyfriend and he, too, felt the same way. His thirst for an enjoyable time was equal to his appetite for sex. Fucking your cunt like he was going to put a baby in you every time.

“Nhngh!”

He never thought the good girl was such a whore for his cock and only his. There was no need to corrupt you or bend you to his ways when you would readily do so at the sight of his dick sticking out. Drunk on his touches and love that he wasn’t shy to show to the universe. Not even to your parents, who invited him for dinner after months of scrutinizing him. Blissfully sitting on the living room couch, unaware he had you on your knees by the garden, the moonlight guiding his illicit actions.

“Open that mouth fuckin’ wide, my slut.” Punishment pulling your hair, keeping your head up while sin pumped his long veiny cock, the tip furiously red as it spurted out another load onto your face. Some landing on your lips and tongue. Seeing his milky substance coating your face and some sticking to your lashes was his favorite sight other than seeing your pussy leaking with his semen. “You like this, huh? Love kneeling for me and having your mouth used like a fleshlight… Do your parents know they have a slut for a daughter?”

“S-Shuji…”

Or even when he had you keening on one of the park’s benches, in the middle of the night. Legs shaking and littered with goosebumps as you bit your lower lip to keep from moaning like a wild animal in heat. His cum running down your thighs and staining the seat. Puffs of air coming from your parted lips materialize in the cold atmosphere. The soft ah's egging him on to piston his hips at a rapid pace that had you close to sobbing out for him to slow down. But there is no way he would. The skirt you wore lying on the ground next to Hanma’s right foot. Plump pussy folds parting for his cock like a hot knife through butter, damn wet for him to easily slide in and out. Never had you complained whenever he wanted to fuck your cunt any time, anywhere, or have your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His perfect sweet little girlfriend.

“Shu—fuck, someone might see!”

“Good.” Slapping your left butt cheek, Hanma chuckled at the broken whine you elicited. “Have them see my whore. All mine to fuck, to keep—my fucking pet. Isn’t that what you want? Your sick fantasy to be seen like this?” Dealing another slap to your ass, your boyfriend groaned at your gummy walls tightening around his throbbing cock. Ready to give you another load of his thick fertile cum.

“N-no, I don’t want anyone—ah! Holy shit, r-right fucking there!”

Hanma Shuji aimed to please, surprisingly. Though he wasn’t one who would bend nor bow to anyone, especially against his will, he was shockingly kind behind closed doors. Taking off the tough mask he wore like a second skin to guard himself from anyone who wished to lay their filthy hands on him. But with you, Hanma was almost like a tamed lion.

Almost, that is.

Those escapades to the most secretive spot or barely just private might have stayed to the minimum number in a month if Hanma didn’t take you to see his parents—rather, his whole family one evening during a party. What’s even more shocking than to see him appearing all pristine and dashing while pulling up to your apartment in a silver Bentley Mulliner Bacalar was when you figured out he was more well-off than he portrayed himself to be at the university. The rough Hanma Shuji you knew was nowhere to be found, replaced with a well-mannered man who wore expensive glasses and his hair neatly styled.

Carnal images of taking that suit off of him and messing up his hair plagued your mind while staying by his side the entire time, shooting smiles at the strangers who were kind enough to greet you. Either that or they just wanted to please your boyfriend.

But that failed to distract you from the millions of inquiries that raced across your mind while entering the ballroom where the majority of the guests were. Easily feeling quite small and underdressed in such a crowd of glitter and gold.

“Shuji.”

Pulling your hand to clasp around his, Hanma whispered into your ear. Never did the plastered smile falter in the face of his family’s guests. “I know, I know. I have a lot to explain about all this—just enjoy the party for now, ‘kay? I’ll answer all your questions and whatever after. Could you do that for me, pretty?”

A nod was all you gave, not wishing to be a burden on such a glamorous event.

Yeah, waiting will be fine… He did say he’ll answer any question afterward.

“This is [Y/N], my girlfriend.” Hand steady on your back, Hanma proudly grinned at his parents as if he was presenting a rare jewel he found. The same feeling began to spread across your chest, beaming at the pair. “I’d like you to meet my parents, babe.”

They immediately shook your hand, welcoming you. However, you didn’t miss the lingering stares or the way his mother’s eyes widened at the introduction. As if they weren't expecting this to happen at all. For a moment, you thought it was because Hanma was never the type to stick to one girl or they were used to seeing their son with a different girl every other day. Until you came along. Still, the staring never ceased and the hushed whispers may not be audible, but they were alarmingly inducing anxiety into your system. Enough to turn back at those whom you spoke to see if they were jumping onto the person beside them to gossip.

Then, just before you could bid farewell to Hanma’s parents for inviting you, quite ready to leave and just sleep back at your apartment, the women giggling past you were hard to ignore. Especially when their topic was Hanma, you, and some other girl.

“I thought he was supposed to marry that rich heiress his parents liked?”

“I thought so, too! They were engaged, after all.”

“Maybe she isn’t really his girlfriend. ‘Ya know, just another girl to have fun with—”

“Shh! Someone might hear you.”

It was to no one’s surprise that you refused to open the front door for your impatient boyfriend the next day. Keeping the door shut while standing beside it, listening to Hanma’s pleas to let him in and just explain. Demanding what was keeping you from opening it to what he did wrong. Mind now in a battle whether to have Hanma enter or to say outside. Paying no heed to your eyes glossy with unshed tears while holding on to the television remote like it was an object that could anchor you through this sudden twist of events.

He was engaged the whole time?

“Babe? I know you’re inside. Please, talk to me.”

Am I… the other woman? Hanma made me the fucking other woman? Have I been naive enough to let him do this to me?

“Baby, listen to me… Whatever you heard at the party, I’ll tell you the fuckin’ truth. Anything, fuck—just please… Please give me a chance to explain.” Voice beginning to sound hoarse from trying to reach you, to appeal to you muddled mind, Hanma rested his head against the wooden surface and sighed. “If you heard about that stupid engagement, that was years ago—it was already broken off. Baby, I’d never lie to you. Just please know this.”

To give him the benefit of the doubt was what you did, opening the door and stepping aside to let him in. The relief in his body radiating strongly as he immediately embraced you, whispering words of gratitude and that he’ll explain.

And he did, leaving out no tiny detail from his rich family, the arranged engagement and fighting off his parents’ wishes for him to settle down with the heiress they meticulously picked out for their beloved son. The way he dressed and acted on campus was a way to protest. Because no elite family would want their daughter to marry a guy acting like he lived on the streets all his life. And that he was an independent man and if he wanted to get married, he’ll be the one to chose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with. Not his family or anyone for that matter. Hanma benefited greatly from this rebellion—being able to do whatever he wanted which led him to meeting you.

His pretty angel.

He’d be damned in eternal suffering if he doesn’t clip your wings soon enough.

Lips parting almost the entire time while listening to Hanma out of astonishment, you swallowed hard and hoped your ears were deceiving you when Hanma brought up the topic of marriage. Particularly, between you two. You, who barely saw what the world had to offer and haven’t even finished your degree, becoming his pretty wife. The mother to his future children that may inherit his family fortune. And him, as your loving husband.

“Wouldn’t that be a great sight?” Hanma laughed lightly, reaching a hand out to rub against your shoulder that was stiff under his warm palm. “Just imagine it, babe. If we get married, my parents will finally shut up about me marrying that heiress. What do ‘ya say?”

To say you were fucking spooked was an understatement.

“W-what are you sayin’? You wanna get married—Shuji, we haven’t even graduated yet. Plus, we’ve been only dating for months!” Hugging yourself, you shot him with an uncertained expression. Unsure where this conversation was head. “Aren’t we… moving too fast? I mean, we can get married but what if we suddenly start disliking one another afterward? I think it’s best if we just take it slow, yeah?”

Golden irises dripping with hidden malice under the guise of good intentions, Hanma stayed silent, a barely there smile on his features, while listening to you ranting. His tattooed hands inching closer to massage your back, to have you stop and just relax. There was no way you’d listen to his reason in such a panicked state. Why weren’t you as ecstatic like he figured you would be? Weren’t you just distraught at the mention of him engaged to another woman minutes ago?

Wouldn’t the chance of marrying Hanma Shuji be such a great thing to achieve? Better than any shitty diploma or recognition?

“Yeah, we can do that. Slow…”

If he somehow told you his parents didn’t approve of you marrying him, would you have answered his question differently? Hanma wished he knew. Yet, either way, he wouldn’t stop there just because you weren’t ready or his parents were complete idiots to see how much you mean to their precious son. Oh no, Hanma Shuji always—fucking always—gets what he wants. And that is to have you on all fours on his king sized bed, no fucks given whether his family could hear or the household helpers would have to clean the mess up after he was done breeding you. The expensive sheets and mattress soaked with your fluids that Hanma could taste forever without getting tired of. Creaking of the bed and your choked sobs filling his three thousand square feet bedroom the epitome of splendid music that rivaled Beethoven’s masterpieces.

Every piece of furniture graced with your touch, scent, and slick. But only Hanma Shuji gets to mark your skin, from hickeys to his milky cum painting your pussy folds, ass, face and lower back. Your whole being spread out for him, leaving no flesh unkissed by his lips, put any famous artwork to shame. The golden necklace he recently got you is the mere item he let you wore since arriving in the estate. No clothes accessible for you to be able to leave. And even as you protest for him to slow down, that you had to go back home after two days without leaving this room—seeing Hanma and him alone since then, your boyfriend would merely sigh. Good thing he could easily forgive you for complaining.

“Why leave?” A hard thrust had you keening, fingers digging into the silk sheets damp with both of your body substances. “Don’t ‘ya like it here, babe?” Pulling out to deliver another mind-numbing thrust, Hanma laughed at your fucked out expression. Eyes dazed with your tongue lolled out. Perked nipples slightly swollen after being sucked or pinched. His hand, sin, rubbing your stomach ever so lovingly to keep you grounded. “Don’t ‘ya like—ah—staying here while I fuck this pussy of mine silly?”

“Shwujii… ‘s too mwuch!”

“Nah, I know ‘ya, baby.” Grabbing your arms, he pulled you up to have your back against his chest. His hips resuming their pounding thrusts, having you moaning like a bitch in heat. Your ass cheeks jiggled each time they met his pelvis. The previous load his shot into your twitching cunt oozing out and forming a white ring around the base of his cock. Hanma’s dick so sensitive, he’d be shooting blanks soon. But he gave no fucks about that. For as long as he could ensure he’ll knock you up with his child, going as far to tamper your pills and mess with your period tracker, Hanma knew he was on the path to victory once more. No way his parents are gonna turn their backs on you once you are pregnant with their grandchild. “You can take one more, right? Gonna let me cum again inside this good pussy? Know you would.”

Shaking under his hold, you sobbed out his name when you felt him still. Hanma’s throbbing cock spurting out fertile semen directly into your womb while your whole body fell apart at the shattering ascend to your high for the nth time that day.

“Fuck. That’s my good girl ♡.”

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Under your spell - Part V

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a  young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the  place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put  her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he gets you jailed, so sure you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC : 5,4 k

Content  : Historical au, angst, toxic behavior, romance, heavy blasphemy, corruption, smut, oral (m!receiving), cum eating, masturbation (f!receiving), squirting, spit in mouth, manhandle, pet name (good girl), rough sex, breeding.

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

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When you wake up you are back in your bed, alone.

After the bath he took you to his bedroom and he made love to you, he touched you everywhere, kissing every inch of your skin, making you feel how much you were valuable to him. He never talked about your burns. He kissed it gently like the rest of your body. And you forgot just for a moment you were different. You didn’t wanted to hide yourself like with the others. No, Taiju saw through it, and you felt like the most beautiful and lovable woman walking the earth under his touch. You felt your heart melt and die from pure bliss everytime his lips where on you.

Soon after, the nuns enter your bedroom and open the curtains.

A servant comes in with a tray full of fruits and bread and marmelade.

« You need to hurry my child, the lord commander is already waiting for you. »

You frown, not understanding what they are talking about. You were with Taiju the whole night and not once did he mention for you and him to leave the day after.

Of course you knew you couldn’t stay here for long, but this was so sudden.

You eat in a hurry, letting the help bandage your body and dress you in casual clothes before you go down to the courtyard were the crusader is already taking care of his horse.

When he sees you coming between the nuns, he bow his head respectfully like he weren’t buried deep inside you last night, pilling ropes of cum and giving you multiple orgasms. You make a quick reverence, and you can’t hide your joy of seeing his handsome grumpy face again.

The very same face you caressed and kissed all night long.

« Lord Commander. »

« Leave us sisters, I have to talk to our guest. »

When they aren’t on sight anymore he takes your hand and kiss it gently, you close your eyes, flash of your night coming back again and you feel your pussy quivering at the feeling of his lips on you. It’s insane how needy he can make you with a simple touch.

He let go when a servant passes nearby and takes a step back.

« Ride the horse Y/n, we need to reach the dock fast. »

He helps you on, sliding his hands along your waist, your hip and your thigh and a shiver run down your spine. Every time he touches you, you are close to having a heart attack but you miss it bad the moment his skin isn’t against yours.

He hop on the black stallion behind you and you leave the Roman house.

« Where are we going ? »

He doesn’t say anything, looking around aware of any dangers that might come your way.

When he finally helps you out of his horse, you are near a galleon where men are already running around and you understand that you are going to leave the holy lands.

« Wait here. » he says before going onboard to talk to the captain. When he comes back, his stern look is tainted with something strange you never saw on his face.

« It is done now. » He said avoiding your gaze.

« You did not tell me. Where are we going ? »

You can see he struggles a bit to take the words out. « This ship is heading north, they will make halts to several docks but you should be home in two weeks. This is the fastest I could find. »

« What ? No ! I am not going anywhere without you ! »

You put your hands on his but he push you away. « Listen to me woman, this land is not a place for you, it is dangerous and you are not welcome. I do not hope for you to understand, and I do not care. This is where our paths diverge. You are going back to your life and I am going back to war. »

Your eyes start watering and you try again to touch him but he continues to push you away.« I have made my decision. Now take this ship and do not come back. I forbid you to ! »

« No ! You are lying ! Yesterday you- » he doesn’t let you finish and shake his head.

« You do not want to understand, do you ? It meant nothing to me. I just needed your body for comfort. Yesterday was pleasant but I could not care less about you. I already told you, I am a protector of the faith, my duties here a more important than you. I did not think you were so silly. »

Your hand move fast and the sound of the slap on his cheek echoes on the dock.

There is just a few second when he doesn’t move, like he’s trying to make a hard choice and then he slaps you back, so hard you fall to the ground and you look at him in shock with your hand over your sore cheek.

He kneels down to get your full attention and with that he adds insult to injury. « You wanted to know, then, everything I said in my confession was true. I did touched myself thinking of your body, I did dreamed of you but this was only when I needed to evacuate my stress after a battle. Let us be very clear, you chose to give me your body yesterday and years ago, I never came to see you, never asked for it. Indeed, you have my gratitude for letting me use your body, but I do not need it anymore. I feel better and I can go back to war while you, are going to stay away, not bothering me ever again, did I made myself understood ? »

You can’t breathe, you can’t even control the tremors of your body nor your tears falling down your cheeks. You can’t believe it, but he did it. He really slapped your face and stepped on your feelings. Even if he could lie about what he is saying, he would have never done that. Even when he thought you where a witch he never dared to raise a hand on you.

And yet, after loving you so tenderly during the night, he really hit you hard.

« I want you out of my way, woman. You are wasting my time. »

You look at him, searching for anything to convince you he doesn’t mean what he is saying but he looks determined.

« I do not believe you. I know you. And you are not this kind of man, I know it ! »

He smirk at you but his eyes are cold. « And who do you think am I hm ? What did you thought ? That I would leave everything I possessed to be with you ? You thought I would live with you happily ever after ? And to do what ? I am no peasant, no farmer, I do not work the field, I do not trade, I do not cook. I am a soldier. I fight, I pray, I fight again and then I die. I have been brought to this world on that sole purpose. This is what my life is about. You have no value for my quest as a priest or a crusader. You were just a mere misconduct. »

You stand up, gritting your teeth and he does the same, topping you with his tall stature.

« Look at me Lord Commander Taiju, look at me and swear to God this is what you really think.»

He looks away with anger tensing his handsome face « Damn it, woman…» he whispers for himself and then he looks back at you. « Do you really want me to go hard on you ? Just get on this ship for God’s sake. »

« Swear and I will. »

« I am not swearing on God’s name. Do you really want me to sin again ? Have you not done enough in that matter ? »

« Why are you doing this then ? » you put both your hands on his chest and it’s your turn to push him. « You might be a soldier of God but you are a coward ! You deny your own feelings in the name of a man you never saw when I am right in front of you. You said you were still alive because of me, not him ! Who are you deceiving yet ? Me or your God ? »

« Enough with your blasphemy !! I warn you woman, another word and I have your attitude fixed !  »

You walk to him, take his big hand in yours and put it on your neck. « Then do it. Do it now, because I would rather die from your hand than living without you. »

He tries his best not to close his eyes, breathing hard when his fingers slides on your skin and he take it off as if it was burning him. « Leave. It is an order. »

« I am not one of your underlings. You cannot order me anything. And I am not boarding this ship if you do not come with me. »

He doesn’t move, keeping his distance with you. « You told me once you wanted to freed me from you, now it’s time to freed yourself Taiju. »

You close the gap between you two and make room for yourself in his arms. « Is it that hard to aknowledge what I am saying ? I am yours. I have always been. » You admit not looking at him, with your cheeks burning out of embarrassment. 

And this time he can’t push you away. He doesn’t held you, he just freeze and his eyes lowers to you.

Damn, your smell is mesmerizing. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he just tries his best not to listen to his inner voice that keeps telling him what he can’t bring himself to do publicly.

You put your ear on his chest and you can feel his heart beats fast.

« I‘m yours…eternally. »

You feel his hand on your chin and he makes you lift your head to look at him.

« I- » He stops himself before it’s too late. « I beg your pardon, for hurting you. But you have to leave, leave and never come back. You have to. »

« No. »

« Please. »

« No. I told you, I am not going anywhere without you. My place is by your side. »

« Y/n. » You feel his strong arms holding you tight but it’s only to push you out of him gently. « Do not make it harder than it should. You and I, this is not going to work. I could never make you mine, even if I wanted to, and I do not. No matter what you say, I am still a priest. What happened was a mistake. You were a… mistake. »

No tremors in his voice. He speaks calmly, you know he is not lying. How could he ?

You look at him and force a smile through your tears soaking your face without you noticing. « I understand. It is fine. » You make a step away and you turn around. « Know you never were one for me. »

His jaw clench and he takes a deep breath. He has nothing else to say. He did what he had to.

He watch you as you board the ship and your heart is so heavy when you turn around to look at him.

You see him ride his horse but he doesn’t move, waiting for the ship to leave, just to make sure you’re not going to sneak out.

His blank face doesn’t betray any feelings. He rest his hand on the cross of his sword while a sailor shout out to weight the anchor.

You look at him, pleading, hoping for a miracle but still, he doesn’t make a move.

Your ship is now leaving the dock and you shake your head. No, it’s impossible, you can’t do this, you can’t bring yourself to give up on him. You will not make it without him. He turns around ready to go back to war and its more than you can take.

You put one feet on the edge and a sailor hollers at you, making Taiju to look over his shoulder.

You are now seated on the flange and Taiju makes his horse turn around just to see you jump out of the ship.

« Y/N !!! »

You body go straight to the ocean and his heart stops beating when you disappear.

He rides out and run to the dock the fastest he can. He jump in the sea without second thought while you make it to the surface and he swims to you.

You try your best not to drown. You have never been a very good swimmer. You feel salted water in your mouth and your nose and start to move your legs to keep your head out of the waves.

He comes your way and grabs you in his arms a minute later. « ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND ? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN ? » He’s so angry and frightened. It’s the first time you can see fear paint his handsome face.

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him like he was your only way to breathe. You find air in his mouth and he struggle to keeps you both on the surface.

« Not without you ! Never again ! »

You find his lips, and you feel him keep you so close, you could merge with him.

He knows he needs to get you both out of the water, if the tide doesn’t kill you, ships and sharks will.

« DO…NOT MOVE, DO YOU…HEAR ME ?! » he grabs you by the waist and drags you to the shore.

When you are both out, he lay down next to you, try ing to catch your breath.

« You… you are… the most… insane… woman … I…ever…why…did you… »

You look at him while he stares at the sky breathlessly. « Because…I… »

You make an effort to get closer to him and kiss his cheek, whispering in his ear «…love you. »

You saw it, he didn’t say it out loud but you clearly saw it. He swore. A fuck got out of his mouth and you don’t know why but it makes you giggle. And you start to laugh louder, you can’t stop yourself. Yours makes his starts too and you end up having a long gale of laughter together.

You are wet, covered in sand and dust, you’re freezing, your every moves feel heavy and painful but you couldn’t care less.

Once you calmed down, he takes your hand in his and squeeze it gently. « Do not ever do that again, do you hear me ? I thought you were dead. »

« Were you afraid ? »

« I have never been so scared. I thought I lost you. » He admits looking at the clouds.

« If I did not jump out of this ship, you would have… »

He frown taking in a deep breathe. « Fine. But I want you to understand that from now on, you will be in great danger. I will have to hide you away. Means you will do as I tell you without question. »

You stay quiet a moment. « The Cardinal ? »

He nods. He doesn’t have to say more. You felt it when you met the man in clothe. Taiju always looked like a walking threat to you. But his uncle is worst, and you never met his relatives but you can sense a strong family trait behind this.

After a moment, he stands up and bend over to help you on your feet. He stops just to caress your cheek with his palm and your face lights up at the touch.

« I like it. Your smile. »

Your face heat up from the compliment before you slide your hand in his.

« You will see it more from now on. »

He shake his head and you can read his mind. Stubborn woman.

« Shall we go ? » You start to walk but he doesn’t move. You turn around and he looks at you with a smirk.

« Would you say it again ? »

Your eyes open wide and you turn around not to let him see how embarrassed you are.

« No. Let’s go. »

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You look at your reflect in the mirror uncomfortably in the black and white clothe you wear. You will never get used to it.

You’re officially a nun. You who have been excommunicated. You who decided to believe in one and only mortal man.

Taiju tried his best to cover your tracks. The only way to protect you was to make you stay in a convent, before he can find a better place. He went back to war, but he promised he would come back as soon as he has another permission.

And this time you had to let him go. You knew surely it was dangerous, you were plagued by anxiety. You knew he could die everyday. But he promised you to come back and find a better hideout, and you trusted him. Only the Mother superior knew who you truly were.

To get you in the convent, he had to tell her but you knew you could trust her the moment he introduced you. By chance, she was trustworthy, you learned she didn’t do that for him but against the Shiba.

She held a grudge on the cardinal and she made a duty to go against him.

She didn’t like Taiju neither, but she despised the cardinal more and for some obscure reasons, she was thrilled to ruin his plans.

She gave you a cell to hide and live away from the other nuns. You could come to eat with them and go around inside the convent as long as you wear the clothe like the others and did not talk to anyone. You were know mn as the silent nun, you officially took a silenced vow. But you didn’t feel well there.

And after weeks of waiting, Taiju had finally sent a missive to the Mother superior to say he was coming to collect some supplies and help for the crusade and he hoped his sisters were in good health and to prepare for their transport to victory in the kingdom of heaven, because it will come soon. Very soon.

The Mother superior came to your cell to tell you the new. The priest was coming to see you tonight, and you will be moving next.

You couldn’t wait to see him. You have been pretty sick lately. The heat was difficult to bear with this clothe on and you weren’t really hungry because you missed him.Now you feel better and are so impatient to see him again.

You waited until night when you finally heard a knock to the entrance where you roamed around all day.

« By our Lord’s name, open the door! »

You want to open it yourself, you can recognize his voice but you have to wait for your superior to do it. Only her can open the convent’s door.

The nuns are all asleep and you limp to the doors as fast as you can.

The convent’s mother superior comes with a candle and opens the door, letting the crusader in after checking he was alone.

When you see him you can’t wait for the nun to turn around and go hang at his neck, coming for a needy kiss. But the nun put a bible between you two and shake her head.

« Where do you think you are young girl ? This is a convent, you can kiss the cross, not the priest! »

She takes you by your arm and out of your lover’s arms.

Taiju smirk in his heavy armor but doesn’t say anything.

You look at your feet and mumble your apologizes.

« You have a cell for that. » the Mother superior whispers making a head movement towards the dark corridor. « Just, try to be quiet… »

You lift your head and open your mouth but she doesn’t let you speak. « I know. May God forgive me for that. Now go. »

You take Taiju’s hand and don’t wait to go through the old convent to your cell.

When you close the door, you ca finally kiss him with passion.

He chuckles and make you twirl for him. « Look at us, a nun and a priest. Oh Lord… forgive me. »

« I do not care. I have missed you. »

You slide your hand between his legs but he stops you. « No, not here. Not like that. Not in front of Him. » He said looking at the cross above your bed.

You look at him and raise a brow. You already had sex in a church, in a crusader’s house and in plenty of space where He was still on the wall. So why not here, when you are all needy for him.

You crave his touch, you want to feel him inside you and you can’t wait. It’s been two weeks. Too long.

You smirk and he frowns. Oh he knows you too well. And he doesn’t like your idea before you even spoke.

You kiss his lips and slide to his neck, licking your way down in a whisper. Then you take his hand and slide his thumb in your mouth, sucking it slowly.

He opens his mouth, fighting the urge to close his eyes and you know you already won.

« Have you ever been sucked off by a nun ? »

« What ? »

You get on your knees and slide your hands up his thighs to his trouser.

You look at him sheepishly, acting like a nun would while your hand caress his crotch the lewdest way and he looks at the ceiling, imploring silently for God’s mercy.

But it won’t save him from you.

« Take off your armor lord commander. I can’t pray on my knees before a soldier… » You say with a pout.

He breath hard looking down at your little game but his hands are already moving to get rid of his clothes.

You lick your lips and the moment his heavy parts fall to the ground you take out his erect cock and give it kitten licks. His dick is so hot on your tongue you can’t do anything but moan while he leans on the door. You taste his precum in your mouth and he twitch furiously everytime your lips touch him.

« Oh God… » he breathes out, putting his hand on your nun’s veil for support and you push your lips until your nose meets his pubes.

He bites hard on his lower lip not to moan and you starts to bob your head slowly. He’s too long, too big for you to take it whole without gagging. It’s the first time you are doing it but you don’t want to disappoint him so you try your best. And it seems to work. His face is dark red, his mouth half open and he breathe silently while his hand still rest on your head.

Your other hand goes up to his abs, under his shirt and you apply more pressure in your mouth making him jerk forward.

You start to gag feeling his cockhead hitting the back of your throat but you do your best to stay still. You never felt him so big. You know you’re doing it right by the way you feel him throbs on your tongue. Blood is running at a fast pace in a big vein going from the base of his cock to his head and his jerky breath makes you so wet you start to rub your thighs together.

He put the back of his hand over his mouth and close his eyes with a frown. His hips are rolling back and forth in your mouth and you tighten your throat and start to gag. When he wants to ease your breath you put both hands on his ass to keep him in entirety in your mouth and he twitch like crazy.

Drool is running down your chin and you can’t breath anymore but you never saw him so moved.

When he opens his eyes, something as switched. Lust is painted all over his face. He tears out your veil, give a hard trust in your mouth before retrieving himself and grabbing your hair, making your head go back hard in the process.

He starts to stroke himself fast over your face and look at you hungrily. « Open up. » He breath out with his warm and low voice.

You obey him, sliding your hand under your nun clothe as he spurts out his hot cum on your tongue.

It’s like a shot of adrenaline deep inside your souls. You have lost control and he could ask for anything you would agree. And he, could sin without regret.

Maybe you are a witch afterall.

The power you have on him is stronger than is own virtue.

You gulp down his semen looking him in the eye and lick your lips while he tries to regulate his own breath.

He helps you on your feet and kiss you so eager so touch your body. He puts his hands on your breast and you start to undress him entirely.

His hands find your hips, he lift you just to make you sit on your nightstand as you take his pants down.

Your nails digs in his ass cheeks and you scratch it all the way up to his muscular back as you feel his hands gropping you everywhere. He makes you spread your legs while you kiss and you feel his fingers sink in your drenched cunt.

You want to moan so bad when you feel him bully your sweet spot. It echoes in the cell, the wet sound of your pussy is so lewd, he goes so fast, so hard, you are sure you’re going to make a mess. He slaps your clit before going back inside and put his other hand on your mouth so your moans are muffled while he goes faster.

« Nuns have to be good you know that huh ? How can you pretend to be one of them if you do not act properly ? Do you want to be my good girl ? » He whispers thrusting his fingers deeper inside you.

You nod against his palm and he smirk. « Then come for me. Come if you want to feel me inside you. »

Your walls tightens around him and you both look at the mess coming out of you, on his fingers, hands and wrist, between your legs, and on the clothe.

It makes him rock hard and he replaces his fingers by his cock, thrusting inside you with no warning. The nightstand move and your back crash against the wall, moaning for him with your eyes rolling back inside.

« God, you are so tight. »

He kisses you, the nightstand hit the wall at every move and you are already a babbling mess. He goes hard and deep, releasing the stress from the battle with powerful thrusts.

Your nails in his back drives him crazy. He knows you are marking it until it bleed. He runs his hand through your hair, pull it again back and with his other hand he slides his thumb inside your mouth and force it open before spitting a trickle of saliva inside.

You swallow it and feel the pit in your stomach explode, making you tighten your walls around his thick cock. He kisses you, growling in your mouth as he cums, breeding you deep inside.

« Will you keep it inside for me ? »

He says against your lips.

You nod and he back up, while you close your legs but he poured too much and it starts to ooze out despite you squeezing your legs. « How was it to fuck a nun ? »

He blush, he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to understand he enjoyed it more than he should have. « I indeed am going to be in trouble with God. »

« About that, I need to tel- »

He doesn’t let you speak as he starts to put his clothes back on. « We need to go. »

« Now? »

« Yes, I found a place outside the city where you should be more free. I know being here was not easy for you, and I do not know how much long I can trust the mother superior. »

You look at the mess you made on his back as he turn around to pick up his armor. « I just have two days of permission. It is safer to travel at night. No one will see us. »

He takes you veil from the ground and held it for you to put back on and when you do, it stops you from moving just for a second.

His hand finds your cheek and he caress it with a light smile. « You would have made a beautiful nun. »

« Too bad the only man I want to worship is a priest, not a God. »

He pinch your cheek and you come for his lips before he can call you out for your blasphemy and you put your forehead against his. « We need to talk. » you whisper exhausted.

« I know. This is not going to last, I promise. You just have to be patient. »

He kisses you before helping you packing your belongings and sneaking out of the convent.

« Taiju. »

He kisses you and put a finger on your lips to hush you.

You find back his black horse, waiting for you to ride out of the city and into the mountains. The hair is colder here and you blow on your hands while he leads your way higher.

When he finally halt, you find a little cabin in the woods, near a river far away from any civilization and you look at him, raising a brow.

« Taiju. »

« Wait before saying you do not like it. »

He helps you out and push the wooden door. It’s a clean room inside, there is a fireplace, a large bed covered with fur and cushions to sleep on, even a large barrel to take a bath in a corner and some furnitures just for you to live without being too uncomfortable.

« I know it might not be as nice as your place but I did my best to set this so you can stay here. I will come back when I could with food and more supplies but at least you will be safe here. And you can go around as you please. No one is going to threat your life here. »

« Are you going back to the camp ? »

He nods. « Tomorrow »

When your face turns to nothing but sadness and worries he sight « I thought we agreed…War is still on, you know I have no other option but to go back to the battlefield. »

You put your hand on your stomach and look at him carefully.

« Do not leave us.»

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Under your spell - Part II

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the  place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put  her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he gets you jailed, so sure you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are  you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC : 6.8K

Content and warnings : Historical au, enemies to lovers, smut, angst, pet/names (witch, good girl), corruption, blasphemy, toxic behavior, fingering (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), squirting, virginity loss, slight bondage (f!receiving), mention of blood, unprotected sex, breeding, manhandle, knife play if you squint

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

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You’ve been staying out of the village, avoiding the inquisition’s soldiers as much as you could.

Despite the few days that passed you can’t sleep. You still feel his hands on you, between your thighs, his rough stare and his breath on your lips taking yours away.

But what keeps you awake his what you felt between his legs. He was so hard and long. You can feel your face heat up everytime you think about him and you rub your thighs without even noticing.

Yet it still discuss you. Because this man, is for you one of the worst human being. And you really don’t want to deal with him again.

His shining armor does look good on him, but inside, it’s just darkness and you know you need to stay away from him or you could lose your life.

And fortunately, you didn’t see him around until now. You think he might be as ashamed as you. You hope so, so he will let you live your life in peace.

You think you’re out of troubles now.

You’re working in your veggetables garden, collecting what you are going to sell to the village, like you always did. The sun is burning your head despite the cold air and you have so much trouble to breath because of your corset tightening your waist and pushing your cleavage up everytime you move.

You’re on all four when you hear clinging noises coming from armors and horses and indeed it’s the crusader Taiju and a couple of men.

You close your eyes and try to supress the wince on your face. You know he’s here to arrest you. He warned you. You should’ve known. This is not over.

You don’t even try to stand up and when you turn around to look at him, he raises a brow at your body posture and by the way he looks at you, you already know you’re screwd in Every.Possible.Way

When he gets off his horse you try to snap before he even opens his mouth but you can’t breath. He watches you trying to get up and then fall in your garden with your breast rising up and down but he refuses to look away or move.

He can’t stop himself but to imagine you doing the exact same move under him, under his touch and it gets on his nerves because he knows it’s probably one of your witchcrafts to turn him away from God.

When he gets closer to your lying body you try to speak, to tell him you can’t breath but you only manage to say Too tight… can’t… please…

You put your hand on your corset lace, trying your best to pull on it but it’s too tight and you’re left alone to squirm under his piercing gaze.

And you feel one of his hand over yours. You look at him taking a dagger from his belt and you try to push him away.

And you feel one of his hand over yours. You look at him taking a dagger from his belt and you try to push him away.

And you feel one of his hand over yours. You look at him taking a dagger from his belt and you try to push him away.

And you swear to God you saw the corner of his lips lift up when you starts your plea. Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me.

And you swear to God you saw the corner of his lips lift up when you starts your plea. Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me.

And you swear to God you saw the corner of his lips lift up when you starts your plea. Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me.

But he doesn’t listen.

The sharp blade cut your lace in a swift move, and your black corset fall in two pieces leaving you half naked in front of the crusader.

He let go of your hands and looks at you with a neutral face. But you can see his eyes trying their best not to look at your body, and failed at it.

You cover your breast, trying to safeguard your decency and come to slap his face but he’s quick to catch your wrist.

“Are you not breathing now ? I guess what you are trying to say is thank you, woman.»

You would rip his tongue off if you could. The other hand hiding you breast move faster than him this time, and you slap his other cheek as hard as you can.

Here for the grattitude.

He turns his head and grit his teeth. The vein on his forehead starts to show again and it takes so much effort for him not to give it back to you. He would have no problem slapping a witch.

But he forbids himself to, because you’re practically naked in front of him.

« Oh Lord, give me the strength to forgive like you would do... »

He stands up and grab your hand, dragging you with him to your tiny home and closes the door once you both are inside.

He push you on your bed and breath hard « Do not try me witch. Because I chose to save you this time does not mean I cannot put you at the stake. »

« What do you want ?! » You answer massaging your painful wrist with a still strangled voice. He grabs a chair without asking, making him at home and sit in front of your bed.

He looks at you coughing for a moment still trying to breath back normally again, hiding your body with your sheets. Everything happened so fast you still need a moment to recover.

Annoyed, the crusader grabs a cup of water and held it to you. “Here.”

You push him back still coughing and he frown. « I need you to be focused to answer my questions. Drink ! » and he tries again to shove the drink to your face but you push him away.

« Don’t give me orders in my own house ! » You need the water but you’re too proud to accept anything from him.

« You are only making it hard for you. You shall drink. » He tries again but you turn your head and close your eyes. He rolls his at you with no patience and then says « Fine. »

The crusader grabs the sheets that shield your body before throwing the water directly at you. You gasp at the cold water and ends up all wet. « Better now ? »

The only clothe that covered you was a white dress and your new state let him see everything through.

You cover yourself with your arms and shout « ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND PRIEST ?!! DONT LOOK !!! » but he grabs both your hands in his with no patience.

« STOP THIS RIGHT NOW OR I WILL THROW YOU IN JAIL WOMAN ! » You try to get away from his grasp and you start to fight back and squirm on your bed but he doesn’t let you go and he is, indeed, much stronger than you.

You get up from your bed and gives him a kick in the chin. You hear him growl and his head go back in the process and you take your chance.

You try to escape but he grabs you by the waist, holding his hurted neck at the same time. Your dress is torn when he tries to hold you and you turn around to look at him with the fabric still in his big hands, letting one of your hip and thigh on sight.

You both stop breathing and look at each other with much confusion for him and deep anger for you.

« Oh no you did not ! » you say grabbing a knife on the table to protect yourself.

His stare focus on his hand and he let the fabric fall to the ground like it’s burning his fingers. The crusader look back at you blinking his eyes « I did not intended to… hum, listen I just want you to keep calm, I still have questions and by our holy mother the Church, you need to answer me ! »

He makes a step calmy towards you but you try to stab him and he dodges you « Put that knife down, woman. This is not helping you. »

But you don’t listen. The second hit gets to his arm and it start to slightly bleed. You barely touched him but he looks at it with wide eyes and then at you « I knew it ! You try to kill a servant of god witch ? »

Taiju as been kind enough. His gaze become roughter and your legs start to shake.

He straighten up his body and comes to you with the knife between your hand, trying your best to protect yourself.

He grabs the sharp blade in his hand, looking at you dead in the eye and apply so much pressure his palm starts to bleed. He takes the knife off your hand and throw it on the floor.

You back up again, trapped between the wall and the crusader who tops you from his 6′5″ (195cm).

When you feel his hand sliding in your hair roughly, you shiver under his touch but do your best to stand your ground. He pull on it, making you lift up your head to look at him and the severe gaze he has on you glint with something strange, almost animalistic.

You breath hard and whisper « Do it priest. If you are brave enough. »

His jaw clench painfully while his grasp become rougher and he drags you out of your house.

You’re thrown to the ground where the soldiers size you. « Y/n you are accused of sorcery and pact with the devil. Bring her to jail. »

In no time you are cuffed and caged up in the basement of the church.

A week after, Taiju is looking at his men building up the stake through the window of his office.

Since he brought you back to the church, something bothers him and gnaws at his thoughts.

He knows you are detained not far away from his bedroom and he can’t sleep well. His dreams are haunted by your image. Sometimes he can feel your hand on his cheek, sweet and warm, your face so close to his, sometimes he sees you with a round belly and he knows it’s his child, sometimes it’s just you trying to seduce him to make him deny his faith. And when he opens his eyes, he’s always very angry with you.

You told them you were not guilty multiple times. Despite your pleading to talk to him, he doesnt allow it, refuses to talk with you. He knows what your presence is doing to him and he is determined not to let you give more power to your witchcraft on him.

He’s convinced you are a witch. He alreday told everybody in the village during his sermons that you were the one who brought so much desolation and pain in the village. And everyone is now waiting to see you burn for your sins.

The day before your execution your keeper tells you, you can ask for a priest to confess before you die.

Taiju being the confessor, he can’t keep avoiding you. Even if he doesn’t want to come down and see you, knowing you’re testing his faith, he can’t deny you absolution.

The sentries come to fetch you and make sure you are chained up before they lead you to the inquisitor’s office.

When you see him, he is working on his next sermon. Still tall, still tense, still smug. He doesn’t look at your and point a sealed parchment on the desk. “This is your execution order. Do you have something to say before I read it tomorrow ?”

You let a hard breath past your lips and he finally looks at you. But the moment he does, his eyes slide to your belly and he gulp down remembering what he did last night in his dreams, impregnating you.

He frowns and his powerful jaw clench in anger. He knows it’s probably one of your spells to make his mind weak but he can’t help the thought of your warm walls around his cock and it makes him twitch unwittingly.

He knows, once you’re going back to your cell, he will be scourging himself with the little whisk he got in his office but it won’t stop him from dreaming about your tiny body handled by his, the skin of your round thighs merging with his fingers and he can’t look at you anymore.

When you sit before him his eyes meet with your half naked body and he stands up. He takes his long coat off and put it on your shoulder. The black fur his warm and you can smell his scent on it but you don’t have the heart to refuse it because you are so cold. He can feel your frozen skin under his touch when his fingers brush your shoulders. He didn’t do that to be kind, he did it to stay focused, not ogling at your body like a piece of meat he could feast on. But that’s alright for both of you in the moment.

« You wanted to see me witch ? Are you going to repent ? »

You open your mouth and close it several times, you want to say you did nothing wrong, that you’re not a witch and you don’t have to repent for anything. To you, he is the one that should apologize for practically assaulting you in your own house but you are too weak to say anything so you just nod.

« You shall speak, my child. » He says, but you are not listening. You are focused on the fruit basket on the desk and he follows your stare. It’s been days since you last ate.

He takes an apple in his hand and you follow his move. Taiju takes a bite and look at you with expectations « I am listening. »

You are starving, they barely fed you « I am hungry… » You say placing a hand on your belly.

He looks at your move and look away, flash of your pregnant belly coming back from his dreams. You don’t know how hard it is for him to face you right now, but he decides not to listen to his fast beating heart. « And I am waiting. »

He knows it’s a matter of time before you start to get under his skin. He needs this to be done real quick. So he stands up and come behind you and then he take another bite near your ear and you close your eyes.

You are not afraid, just too weak to deal with his cruel nature. You close your eyes and he likes to see you at his mercy like this. He can feel his aching cock twitch in his trouser and he knows he has to make you confess now before his hard on comes to show.

You open your mouth and try again, gathering all the courage left « I did not… »

He slides his hand on your neck, unable to keep is hands off and you stop trying to defend yourself because you know it’s gonna get worst. He can feel your goosebumps and he tries his best not to pay attention too much.

You are indeed a powerful witch. But you will not get on his nerves. He forbids it. His love for God his stronger.

His touch let your body in deep confusion and you don’t know if his warmness feels good or terrible. You try to breath calmly, shutting your eyes tighter until you smell something up your nose. When you open your eyes he held the apple for you to eat.

You don’t move first and your hunger makes you think it’s safe to take a bite, so you open your mouth but instead of the apple your tongue meet with two of his fingers that force you to open wider.

Hot breath coat the shell of your ear « Did you really thought I would do something nice for the devil’s lover ? »

And the angry feeling starts to skyrocket inside you and you close your mouth, biting his fingers as hard as you can because it’s the only thing you can do.

You know you just sealed your fate but if you’re going to die, you want to make sure he will remember you. If you have to rot in hell it would be for a good reason and you are doing it gathering all the strength left in you because you are determined to rip his fingers off. This fucker.

You hear him growl slightly and second after you start to feel his blood in your mouth and you bite harder.

He puts his other hand on your jaw and force you to let him go, he’s so rough you can hear your bones crack under pressure and you have no other choice but to let go.

« You think this is funny ? » the crusader says looking at his bloodied fingers. You look at him and you say in purpose « Hell yes ! »

He wanted you to be a witch, so be it.

He grabs you by the throat and make you stand up, because you just swore in a church and he cannot let this go. Your feet leave the concrete and you start to squirm and struggle.

« You are going to rot in hell, witch. » he says and you think fast about what you can do because you know he’s going to kill you right now.

And then you open your mouth and breath out « I am a… I am a virgin ! »

He immediately let go of you and you fall to the ground, coughing hard. You know maybe this one will be in your odd because according to the Church he can’t kill a virgin.

The crusader doesn’t believe you but is forced to let go. If he strangles you to death and it’s proven you were a virgin, he’s going to be in trouble with the Church. He knows he can’t go against Gods commands.

He kneel in front of you and look at you dead in the eye but his stare is slowly drifting to your lips reded by his own blood.

« Is it one of your trick to fool me, witch ? I do not believe you ! » and you answer « It is the truth ! I already told you ! I am not lying. I never did. Everything I told you was true. »

The crusader force a laugh because he’s so sure you are still lying to him but you can’t deceive him.

He waits a bit, trying to decides what to do and then he grabs you by your hips, lift you up and make you sit on the edge of his desk « Spread your legs. »

You look at him in confusion but he is not a patient man. « Don’t make me repeat myself, woman. Spread your legs. »

You tighten up your thighs « W-why ? » you say in a tiny and embarrassed voice.

He puts his hand on your knees and apply enough pressure to make you spread them leaving your bare cunt on sight for him to look.

His mouth opens a bit and a shiver run down his spine. « You said you are a virgin. Easy to know if you are telling the truth or not. » He said while his long fingers slide against your thighs up to your mount.

You try to push him away with your heart ready to jump out of your chest. « No ! Do not do this ! Let me go ! » But he helds you in place.

« Now you are playing innocent ? You were not into the same game last week. Spread your legs and stay still. » Your tense face makes him hesitate for a second. « On my knight’s honor, I swear I am not going to take advantage on you, you have my word. »

You know if you don’t do as told he’s going to call you out and kill you right away, so you have no other choice but to let him touch your intact private part.

But you don’t want him to. Because everytime his skin meets yours you feel something powerful running in your veins like a poison and his remedy at the same time. The adrenaline rushing under your skin when you meet his eyes is making your womb flutters and you curse him and yourself for what you are starting to feel.

You despise him for his rudeness, his attitude and for everything he stands for. You should hate him, but you are so afraid of what he could find between your legs if he push in to deep. But what other option have you ?

You turn your head and spread your legs, trying to look away but you feel his stare burns your head while his fingers caress your inner thigh.

And then you gasp when you feel it on a place no one as ever touched you beside yourself, late at night, thinking of a tall crusader with rough stare and warm hands.

« I am not going to hurt you and I will try to make it fast. » He warns you, but is tone is barely a whisper, curiously gentle.

One of his long fingers is carefully poking at your entrance and you feel yourself breath so hard. Your hole his twitching in anticipation and when he goes past it, you can’t do anything but moan timidly.

He tries his best not to care about what that sound does to him and gulp down, praying for God to forgive him for liking that impure sound coming from a witch he already sentenced to death.

You walls are so hot he fights the urge to close his eyes and push inside you a little bit more. You try to wriggle but he keeps you still with his still bleeding hand and you let your forehead fall on his shoulder. « Shh…Good girl. »

When he bottoms out, your hole constrict his finger inside and you breath hard with your cheeks burning from inside. « Are you okay ? » he whispers, turning his body away from yours. He starts to feel ashamed but he knows he has too do it. This is inquisition. He can’t be weak for you.

You nod and put your chained up hands around his neck, closing the space between you two. « God…you’re so tight… » he breath out, cheeks so red he can hear his own blood packing up in his temples.

There is a religious silence covering both of you in the room and then you hear a knock at the door.

« Go away ! » you both say at the same time.

You look at each other and your heart beats so fast you swear it’s going to stop.

And for the first time, you want to let it go. You know you’re going to die anyway, but he’s here in front of you, his fingers cuddling your walls and the look he gives you makes you so aroused.

If you’re going to die, at the end it doesn’t matter if it’s from his hand or from the stake, as long as you can do what you are craving to right now.

You look at his lips and yours chase after them, you want to taste it, to feel him whole. You will never let him take it from you but you are willing to give it to him yourself. Your fist kiss, your fist time.

When your lips are ready to crash on his he backs his head up, breathing as hard as you.

« No ! I cannot do that. I committed my life to our almighty Lord. I cannot. »

The crusader tries to take his finger out of you, he needs to run away from you because if he stays a minute more he doesn’t know if his faith will survive it. He as a raging hard on and he wants nothing more but to replace his finger by his aching cock. And he knows this alone as already crossed the line and all his boundaries.

But you don’t let him go. Your chains are taken away from around his shoulder and you grab his wrist, forcing him to stay inside you. « Am I a virgin or not… father Taiju? »

This time, it’s your turn to push him into the corner, looking for his eyes. You want him to look at you but he can’t bring himself - he the great crusader who killed lots of infidels in God’s name during almost seven years of holy war, him who burned down villages and people, men, women and even children in the name of God - to look at you.

« Look at me ! » You gently put your hand on his cheek they way he dreamed of and it’s already more than he can handle. « Look at me… holy knight… Taiju. »

And when you say his name for the second time he can’t hold himself anymore. He comes for your sweet lips, kissing you roughly, his tongue comes to explore your mouth and you moan under his touch. His hand cups your face and he unleash his desire. He never lost a battle, never let anyone be stronger than him and his faith in God but he knows your spell is too strong.

He will repent. He will whip his back until it’s left in a bloody puddle if he has to, but right now he can’t fight against you. He needs you, he needs to touch you, to feel you, to breed you.

He’s obsessed with the thought of filling you to the breaking point until he can’t cum anymore. He wants your womb to be full of his cock, full of his seed, full of his child. He needs to claim you, and by everything sacred in this world, he will.

It’s even more important than breathing now. He can live without air, but he can’t without you. Not now.

And while he kisses you more and more and more he add another finger to the first one inside you. You spread your legs farther to make room for him and you hear him breathing hard against your lips « Good girl. » The other one cups your breast and he loves how smooth your skin feels in his hand. Your body is a temple he wants to worship, his fingers pinch your nipple and you hear wet sounds coming from you pussy.

You moan louder for him, it’s music to his ears and he wants to hear you more. Wants to hear you moan and beg for his dick.

Your hands are back in his hair, hanging greedily on his locks, pulling at it while your hips start to work with his fingers.

He likes how it rolls under his touch. And then both hands go for his trouser in a clinging sound made by your chains, and you didn’t forget how massive he was, your hands still remember how hard, long and big his girth seemed the first time you touched it. You let your fingers run up and down, desperate to feel more and he growls, shutting his eyes tight with a frown of pure bliss.

« God… it feels so good… »

You love to hear him, you love his smell, his tensed body against yours. You love his fingers gently scissoring inside you deeper and deeper, and your womb disintegrate from the butterflies inside.

He starts to take off his clothes and you try to help him but it’s messy because of your restrained hands and you never undressed a man before, so you don’t know exactly how to do it.

But he does it really smoothly, never stopping to kiss you. And you love the taste of his saliva in your mouth, that fucking sharp tongue which sentenced you to death, now playing with yours like they were made for each other.

And it never stops.

When he’s finally naked you let your eyes devour his body, his muscles are rolling under his skin and it’s so round, so hard, everything on him is.

There’s scars of war here and there, left as a souvenir of the past but you love it whole. You take his fingers out of you and you put it in your mouth while looking at him, making him breath hard. You turn him on so much. Since day one, he has to admit.

You put your hands between your thighs, collecting your own juice and then you start to rub it on the tip of his cock. It makes him pulse uncontrollably and he thinks he could cum just from this. The more you squeeze and caress his length, the more you can feel a huge vein twitching from the base to the tip.

And he knows if you don’t stop right now, he’s going to come in your hand.

He take off his cape from your shoulders and tears off the rest of your rags.

When you are fully naked he smiles at you, for the first time but it’s not a gentle one no, it’s carnal.

« Lay down. » he says. It’s not a request, it’s an order, but you don’t question it.

He doesn’t let you the time to breath, once your back hit the wood he grabs your hips and make you slide on the desk until half your body is out of the table. He slides your legs on his shoulders and put his hand on your belly before you start to feel his tongue lapping at your cunt without any warning.

His tongue runs on your slit, and his fingers are back in your cunt, pressing on your sweet spot. You have to put both your hands on your mouth not to let any sounds out. His angry eyes meet your desperate ones and you shake your head but he doesn’t listen. Nothing, even God himself could stops him from eating you out.

It’s too much for you. Your blood is boiling in your veins and you can’t bring yourself to think. Is it for real ? A priest can do that ? How does he even know how to please a woman. You always thought priests weren’t even real men. But you were wrong.

Definitely wrong when you feel his tongue twirling and sucking at your sensitive bud. And you thought you were the one starving ? Apparently you were wrong. So wrong.

« You taste good. So, so good. » He blows on your cunt for a seconde sending spasm all over your body and you start quivering.

He’s back on working his magic on you and your loud moan is muffled by your hands, something is building up inside your belly and you don’t know what to do. He makes your head spin dangerously, you try to speak, to warn him but you can’t bring yourself to, only babbling under his touch, his fingers deep inside you and his tongue on your clit. Something is going to explode soon, you feel it in your guts and you’re afraid it might kill you.

You bite so hard on your lower lip it starts to bleed, your mouth opens and a hard breath comes out with his name as you orgasm on his face, gushing helplessly but he does not let it waste. This is what he wanted. He buries himself between your thighs and he swears he never tasted something so good before.

« Oh my God, oh my God ! » you can’t do anything but call for His name. It’s too much. Too good. Too overwhelming.

He doesn’t stop when you start to squirm beneath him, it’s too sensitive, you need a break but he’s not ready to let go of you.

You’re his and he’ll do as he please.

The crusader starts to overstimulate you and now you try to push his head away from your cunt but he’s too pussy drunk to understand what’s happening around him. Until he hears you « P-please… please, I beg you… it’s too much… Father Taiju ! »

It’s like hell’s door has opened on him. He comes back to his reality and takes a step back looking at you like he saw the devil himself. « Don’t call me that ! Don’t do that ! »

Guilt hits him like a train when he realize what he just did. And in God’s house. « I- My apologies I should have not done that. »

You jump out of the table and walk naked to him, before he can run away, putting both your hands on his cheeks. When he tries to escape your touch you stand on tiptoe to reach his face. Your breast brush his abs and he lowers his gaze to look at it. He swallows hard, finding them so beautiful. He wants to touch them again, but he has mixed feelings.

« How should I call you then ? Your grace? My lord ? » He shakes his head and starts to focus on your heart beating against his belly.

« Call me Taiju. I like it when you say my name. »

Your smile brings peace in his heart. God, why does it makes it beat so fast ? He doesn’t even know.

And you are happy. This is the first time you hear that word in his mouth. You didn’t know he was capable of liking.

« What are we going to do about this Taiju ? » you say, touching the swollen red head of his hard shaft with the tips of your fingers. He close his eyes and let his head falls back. It’s insane how much he adores your touch on his body. « Must be the devil… must be the devil... » he says like a mantra to convince himself that it’s against his own will and to make the guilt go.

« You can have me… if you want. » you whisper letting him go. « I don’t mind if you kill me after that. My life is yours anyway… just know you can have me. »

His eyes shot open and he looks at you in confusion. He knows what it means. If he takes your virginity he could burn you alive without any remorse of not knowing if you were or not a virgin. He knows that.

And he knows a witch would never let him do that.

You lay back on the desk, legs spread waiting for him to make a move. By tomorrow you will be dead, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s your last wish. To know what it feels to be loved, what it feels to be his. Just once.

You close your eyes when you hear a step getting closer and another one

But it’s too quiet. The sound of silence is deafening inside the room. He grabs your chains and pull on it to make you sit. “Look at me. Are you really allowing me to- ?” He asks searching for any trace of malice.

You nod and put your forehead against his. “Do it.I want it too.”

He breath hard, closing his eyes. Next you feel him lifting you. He gently carry you bridal style and you put your head on his chest. He stops to pick up his cape and throw it to cover your naked body.

And then he carries you through the empty corridor to the end of it. He opens a door, looking down on you, like he wants to make sure you are not going to change your mind in this new room.

His bedroom.

There is a four poster bed near a tiny window.

He put you on his bed and go lock the door.

The sheets are so soft, and smells like him. You could just fall asleep in, you never had a bed of that quality to sleep in.

But you have better things to do, when you feel the bed move and then he’s on top of you. He look at your cufs and at your face. “I do not have the key.”

You smile, amused “Do you really want to free a witch ?”

He blush and look away, ashamed again. But he doesn’t add anything.

Instead, the crusaders arms are circling your head. He leans on to kiss you and look at you with no trace of guilt nor anger. « It is going to hurt. » he warns you gently.

You nod and put your arms around his neck again. Your chains rest on the upper part of his back and you hear it clings when he positions himself.

One last look, to make sure you still want this and he push himself past your entrance. His hard shaft splits you open in one go, you gasp out of breath and curl your toes and fists. It’s too big, too hard even if he goes slow.

Your nails dig in his muscular back and a tear run down your eye when he finally bottoms out.

« You were truly a virgin... » he whispers for himself, eyes wide shut, trying his best not to let his impulse take over him.

For the very first time he doesn’t want to harm you. He wants to go easy on you. He wants you to feel as good as him.

He rolls slowly his hips and groans at the feeling. He knows he´s going to go crazy if he doesn’t move soon but he wants to do it right, for you.

« Tell me when you are ready. » he says rolling his hips ever so slightly.

You breath pulling him into your tight embrace, then you nod, you know it’s going to hurt but he’s so hard, he tries so much to do it right, you don’t want to push him away. So you let it go, searching for his lips and you kiss tenderly that man of God you hated so much not an hour ago.

He starts to move, his hips are going in and out gently first, he kisses you as much as you ask for it, and it starts slowly to feel different, to feel good.

Your hands slides from his scratched back to his butt and you caress him, closing your legs around him while he spread you thighs to ease himself inside  you.

His eyes never leave yours and he let you touch him as much as you want while he rolls his hips.

« More… Taiju I want more ! » you say making your own hips team up with his.

And he does it, he starts to go faster, harder, you can feel him stretching you good, and you want to be nothing more than his good girl again. You want him to praise you, to tell you how good you feel and he does.

You energy connects and the air is nothing more than lust and something else none of you is going to name out loud.

« Oh lord… God you feel so good. You make me feel so good. »

Now his hips are rocking hard inside you, letting you hear your bodies collide in wet sounds. He grabs the headboard and hammers you. His other hand his foundling your breast and it goes so hard yet so slow you feel his veiny cock twitch inside you.

« I am so close… Y/n, I am about to come. »

You put your hand on his throat and slide your hips hard against his « Come. Come inside me. Make me yours. Soil me. I want it. »

It’s just what it takes to send him over the edge. He empty his balls inside you, so much that it starts to ooze from you cunt even if he’s still cumming.

You moan with him, the sensation alone making you come undone hard too.

When he stops his thrusts, he stays inside you for a while, trying his best to catch his breath. You close your eyes and smile.

You know it’s the last night you’re going to sleep in this world. But if it’s in his arms, then it’s fine.

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[p-antomime]

ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. tenjiku boys with a partner trying to escape overstimulation!

ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. izana, kakucho, haruchiyo, ran, rindou, shion, kisaki, hanma, kokonoi.

𖦹 content: fingering, squirting, impact play, nicknames, implied oral sex (f! receiving), breath play, overstimulation duhh, manhandle, praise kink & worship, mention of orgasm denial, slight dumbification, slight degradation, use of pet names.

note: all the characters mentioned are aged up.

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Head spinning in a frenzy of confusion, senses overheated not knowing where they should focus, legs trembling, drool running down chin and breathing so fast it almost hurt every time lungs breathed out and in. This is you.

Below him. With one of his hands around your neck with just enough pressure to confuse your senses a little more, and not necessarily to stop your breathing. Seconds earlier you had tried to escape his hands because of the overstimulation he was doing to your abused and leaking pussy and it's possible to tell that he hadn't reacted all that well.

He is the kind who likes to play with your sensations and challenge how well your sanity can handle long minutes of orgasm denial only to then push you into as many orgasms as he thinks are good enough to make you look all stupid. And who did you think you were to try to run out of his hands? You were begging to cum minutes before, what changed now? He was just giving you exactly what you asked for, right?

— Oh, just one more time, pretty thing. — He whispered in a husky voice and his lips still a little wet from the time his head was between your legs, sucking and licking you carefully so as not to make you cum too soon. — I swear this is the last time. — From the mischievous tone in his voice, it was obvious that this was not the last time, and you felt your eyes water at the thought of the possibility of continuing in that abyss of pleasure that ached deep in your core. — Don't you want to feel good again, hm? Don't you want to look all pretty with your slutty face all contorted for me? Y’know how I like to see you cum, don't you?

You could barely force yourself to speak. The only things that escaped your mouth were moans, his name broken up by your breathing and whimpering and although you didn't want to cum again, your body was begging for it. You needed to somehow relieve the tension coursing through you and he was determined to help you do that. Isn't he a good boyfriend? Oh, yes, he is, all nice to you, with his fingers deep inside you and playing over and over again that obscene wet sound escaping from your overly sensitive and messy pussy.

Your eyes closed tightly and he gripped your hair tightly to force you to open them and stare at him breathlessly as your hips kept trying to pull away from his digits rapidly moving in and out of your tight entrance.

— Eyes on me, I wanna see that beautiful face of yours as you cum again. — You moaned, trying to get him to stop, to let you breathe properly, but then suddenly his fingers hit that sweet spot inside your gummy walls and you were again melting over his hand.

Your pussy squirting completely and you seeing white stars as your body was forcefully pulled into yet another mind-blowing, intoxicating orgasm. Your brain was about to go foul, he knew this, he loved knowing this.

— Ooh, no! Look at this... — He rubbed his palm against your clit as you continued to squirt against it. — Look at the mess you've made, stupid girl. Now what? — You felt his body pull away and fingers pull out of your abused cunt, now wetter than ever. And seconds later, suddenly, you noticed a small calming breath beating against your swollen clit. — I have to clean you, right? What kind of a guy would I be if I left my pretty girl like this, all messed up? — A wicked smile crept across his lips.

#. hanma, RINDOU, izana, HARUCHIYO

The very moment you tried to push him away with your hands squeezing his shoulders and whimpering several stupid "P-Please", "I... cannot, I-I" and his eyes stared at you seriously with dilated pupils, you knew you were fucked.

Within seconds of your attempt to escape the overstimulation, his hands were grabbing, groping, manhandling your body as if you were a rag doll, and laying you face down and pulling your ass up on the bed. A dildo shoved deep inside your cunt and a small one pressed against your swollen and throbbing clit, your boyfriend's palm coming down against both sides of your ass.

The skin in that area beginning to burn and throb, your body not knowing whether to focus on extinguishing the pain until it slowly faded away only to be reaggravated by the stiff palm of the man above you or to focus on enduring the overstimulation caused by the sex toys. Your pussy clenching every time another slap was made against your ass, body had been so well trained by him that almost everything he gave you was taken as a stimulus to your silly little brain.

And he was enjoying watching you cum several times as a complete slobbering mess, moaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It made it even better for him to know that you didn't even try to close your legs or take the vibrators out of your cunt because you knew it would be worse to try to escape again.

— A good bunny can always be a good slut too, right? — Your boyfriend whispered with a sideways smile. — Look at you, moaning yourself hoarse from some slapping and some stupid toys in your pretty lil’ cunny. For someone who didn't want it, you seem to be enjoying it so much that I can almost believe you pretended not to want it. — A small laugh came from his lips and one of his hands rubbed your ass right over the spot he had slapped it earlier before squeezing your skin there. — All fucked up, you look gorgeous like this.

The dildo slowly pulled out of your cunt and you breathed a sigh of relief thinking that his punishment session was completely over. Until you felt his leaking tip rub against your sensitive folds and immediately your fingers dug into the bed sheets.

— Hm? Where did all the attitude go before? Have you finally learned your place? — He leaned over your body with hands pulling your hips against his and sliding just the tip of his cock into you. — Have you decided to learn that it's worse if you try to escape? — Your head timidly nodded and you bit your lower lip feeling him finish invading your insides with eyes rolling up and legs trembling from another round of overstimulation. — Fuck, your pretty lil’ pussy swallowing me, I guess you lied about not wanting this, princess, am I right?

#. RAN, kisaki, haruchiyo, IZANA

Dissimulation. That's exactly what he can be or try to be.

He saw you begging him to stop giving you too much stimulation and made a faux expression of sympathy by nodding head in agreement and momentarily pulling away. His eyes still glazed over at the way your pussy was leaking and clenching now around nothing and a small, sideways smile on his lips.

And then he leaned down to take your lips in an intense, tender kiss as hands landed on your thighs. The kiss was only a distraction, obvious, but still: it felt so good to feel his mouth against yours; you were so distracted by such a small action that you didn't notice how his fingers dug into your inner thighs to spread your legs a little wider every second. His tongue sliding into your mouth, body resting on top of yours again, cock brushing against your folds again and your hands trying to push him away again.

— Babe, I-I cannot-- — Before you could finish speaking, his hands were already leaving you completely exposed and the tip of his dick was sliding back into your tight entrance.

But only the tip. And yet your walls throbbed, wanting to both push him out and swallow him some more. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he saw that even your body didn't know if you wanted to stay there or not. He would make you want to.

— Cannot what, hm? — His face tilted in your direction and your mouth opened into a little "O" shape that you couldn't tell if it was in pain or pleasure as your boyfriend above you began to slowly sink into your cunt. — Your pussy seems to be wanting it too much, you shouldn't be lying to me like that, sweetie. — His voice was so falsely sweet, so honey-soaked that a shiver ran down your back and your walls tightened around his shaft. — See? You can feel yourself squeezing my cock, can'tchu? And, tsk, you love it even though you've tried to escape.

A grunt escaped his lips as hands gripped your waist and held you still in place, his dick beginning to move in and out of you at a slower pace than the one before the moment he pretended to accept you escaping overstimulation. A rhythm that made you feel the pleasure licking your body slowly, even though you could barely think straight.

— Dumb puppy, can't even hold a bratty attitude straight. — His lips caught yours in an intense kiss, but as slow as the pace of his hips. — Say you want it and I'll finish fucking you.

And it sucked that he told you to do it, precisely because of the overstimulation, you were little more than a whiny mess.

#. kakucho, KOKONOI, kisaki, shion

ㅤ🏷 tagging: @festive @eriskaitto @ranilingus @manjiken @manjiroscum @dukina @inu1gf @bontensucker @saaraunicorn .

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[p-antomime]

vigin!itto is the best itto!

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 1,4K.

𖦹 content: soft dom!itto, unprotected sex, virginity loss, face fucking, choking, nicknames, oral sex (m! receiving), [gentle?] manhandle, cum eating, handjob, pinning, semi-public sex.

𖦹 pairing: virgin!bf!arataki itto x gf!fem!reader.

ᥫ᭡. taglist!

ᥫ᭡. happy b-day my sweetheart my meow meow @festive! i'm writing this essentially for her because she deserves this and MUCH more, and know that even after ninety thousand years i'll still love you so much that i could d!e for you!

"C'mon! Just lemme do it, Itto, it won't even hurt, I swear", you pouted with hands going again to try to climb up his thick thighs and this time he didn't push them away, but remained tense looking from you to the open classroom door.

It hadn't been 20 minutes since everyone had already packed their things to go home after an extremely long day of classes at the college and probably no idiot was going back to class, but, even so, your silly cute boyfriend was still afraid that someone would catch the two of you with you between his legs and your hands around his cock.

And, in reality: it would be a divine blessing if that was all Itto was concerned about at that moment.

He knew that someday you would want to go a little further in the relationship and nothing in his body or mind denied that – quite the contrary: he wanted to touch you so badly that on the other occasions when you almost had real sex by making out or his fingers massaging your pussy over your panties and his nervousness made you stop, he had to relieve himself using his own hand in the bathroom. However: Itto was afraid of breaking you. Literally, breaking you, especially since you seemed so easy to articulate and manhandle that he treated you like a porcelain doll.

Added to this, there was the fact that your kind, big, muscular, handsome white-haired boyfriend with red highlights was a complete virgin. He had never touched a girl properly other than you, and it was almost cute the way he could talk quietly about sex only to get a hard-on immediately afterwards, but when you offered to help him with your hands much smaller than his cock, he backed off and said he could take care of himself.

"Do you want to stop?", you asked stroking his thighs to try and make him less tense and he ran his tongue over his lips feeling all the blood in his body focus completely on his cock as soon as your eyes locked with theirs, "If you want, we can just go home and–"

"What if I hurt you?", he asked with his hands going to unbutton his pants and finish lowering them.

"I'd like it, to be honest, sweetheart", you replied and leaned in leaving a little kiss against his knee, "I already told you that you could use my mouth whenever you wanted to, didn't I?", he grunted in response and your hands placed themselves on his dick covered only by his briefs, a wet spot evident in the middle of it made you open a little smile sideways, "You're dying to get off, aren't'cha?"

"It's your fault, I'm not a...", Itto watched you lower his underwear too and lick your lips as you saw his cock finally free, you'd seen it before, but now it had the bulging veins pulsing fully, the tip swollen and wet with pre-cum and the balls almost begging to be allowed to release all that cum, "A pervy, y'know?"

"Oh, I think you are, Itto", you whispered following the circumference of his throbbing vein with the tip of one of your fingers and then giving his tip a tender kiss, "Look at you, already almost cumming just by having me seeing your dick, that's definitely pervy behavior.”

"I am not–ngh!", you didn't give him time to finish replying, your lips curled around his shaft and left a suck that made Itto roll his eyes up suddenly.

What followed was a completely unconscious and spontaneous action on your boyfriend's part.

Arataki Itto knew that he was big and could easily make you choke, but, even so, it was impossible for him to stop himself before he held your head still and suddenly shoved as much as you could swallow into your mouth. A long moan of bliss escaped from deep in his throat and his head fell back and you tried to breathe through the nose by placing your hands against his thighs, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat.

He was massive, huge, even when his hips started to move back and forth initially slowly and for a few seconds you managed to pull in some air, it was still impossible not to suffocate and gag.

The initial idea was that you would just give him a blowjob and then maybe you could convince him to fuck your pussy by saying you could take him, but it turned out to be just: Arataki Itto fucking your mouth and throat and moaning and whimpering your name out loud like it was the only word he knew.

A little drool dripped from the sides of your mouth as a stream of his own wet his chin and his cheeks reddened violently as his dick kept sliding in and out of your wet hole, which was now more his fleshlight than anything of yours. And as soon as Itto looked down, straight into your watery eyes, you felt the need to press thighs against each other as the fabric of your panties clung more uncomfortably to your folds.

He looked feral, lost in pleasure, and it was the first time you had ever seen your boyfriend like this.

But, again: Itto was just a virgin. A cute, beefy, big, lovely virgin.

As soon as you hollowed your cheeks around his cock as you felt his veins pulsating more and more, it was all over. The fillets of hot cum gushing against your tongue and throat, his hand pushing your head against his groin until your nose was almost sunk against it and his voice reverberating through the classroom in a loud, long moan that made you leak even more and whimper around his shaft.

"Fuck, your mouth is–", he stopped talking suddenly to try to catch his breath and let go of your mouth to let you pull away and, after swallowing his cream, finally being able to breathe properly, "Just fuckin' amazing!"

Itto pulled you up and placed you between his legs before pulling you into a desperate, messy kiss and your hands slid down his body until they reached, again, his half-flaccid, half-rigid cock and began pumping it from top to the base.

Now that you were past the initial stage of turning him into a drooling mess, you needed to finish it all, especially since your pussy was begging to feel him inside. If he pulled your panties off, he would be able to see how wet you were.

"Wanna feel a raw pussy, Itto?", you asked between kisses that turned into pecks because he had the need to moan and his hands slid down your thighs to squeeze them, "Time to lose your virginity completely, right?"

Itto agreed with his head looking at you with dilated pupils and his cock pulsed against his hand, slowly becoming completely hard again.

In the next few seconds he was manhandling your body with as much gentleness as he could desperately muster to get you bent over the teacher's desk and simply rip your panties below your skirt.

"Itto, my fucking pan–"

He pushed your now torn and completely wet panties into your mouth.

"You said it was the time to lose my virginity, didn't you?", his voice came out whispered and for the seconds it took him to pull your hips up without caring if you were still going to be able to step on the floor by the way he angled your body and put his cock in front of your dripping pussy, his eyes were fixed, glued on how tight your entrance looked, "So, just take it, doll, you don't mind if I just use your pussy, right? That's what you wanted all these months, after all.”

And just then, he pushed himself hard into you.

Your walls being forced to widen to the limit and your hands desperately trying to dig their nails into the teacher's desk, the fabric in your mouth keeping you from moaning at the top of your lungs like you wanted, his tip kissing your cervix and his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as if you were the most precious fucktoy of his life.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight, I barely can-ngh! Move in, your pussy wants me out", he groaned, looked down at where you two were connected and opened a satisfied smile at the sight of your fully enlarged entrance around him, "You sure I was the virgin and not you?"

ㅤ🏷 tagging: @myarlert @medusalovessnakes @imsatansqueen @lordbugs @amaejiki @zorosbozo @godist @goldenmnr @semisgroupie @qudvxnkanx @kuroaka @sleepy3 @scholarlogy .

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[p-antomime]

Angels paid for.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 2,7K.

𖦹 conten: faux sympathy dom!gojō, unprotected sex, dub-con, nick names, degradation kink, age gap, manhandle, bimbofication, squirting, public sex, role play, mention of chikan, breeding kink, overstimulation, power imbalance, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: pervy!satoru gojō x schoolgirl!f!reader.

☆. this is for XXXHUB Collab!; collab by the wonderful @druighoney & @manjiken ! also: a special, really special, thanks for @r1nf4iry, who was my beta reader. ♡

You paid for it.

Paid. You didn't ask for it, didn't order it.

And if you paid for it, why ironically are you ashamed of it?

For the pleated skirt that barely covered your thighs, for the white dress shirt that now had the top two buttons open, even for the white socks that went to just above your knees.

Quitting was still a possibility, but the money would not be returned, and you knew this from having read between the lines of the contract you signed a little over a week ago at the height of your anxiety as your heartbeats managed to reverberate through your body and vibrate against the inside of your ears.

Perhaps the shame eating away at your body the moment you were awkwardly walking down the escalator to catch the next subway came from knowing how wrong and almost disgusting your closely guarded fantasies were.

Like consuming pornography with older men groping younger girls? Of videos in which there is an innocent girl surrounded by people in the subway or on a school bus while an evil, perverted, icky man sneaks his hand under her skirt, long or short – this is not important by means of the situation, to press two fingers against her immaculate intimacy? Incredible, intoxicating, sinful, wonderful.

Maybe you had watched so much dark pornography that it screwed with the state of your mind and made you wish to be the victim object of the situation in a kind of twisted desire.

But for every wish there is a solution, something, someone. And in your case, that someone had eyes as deep blue as the ocean and hair as white as snow.

Was he already waiting for you in the subway? Or inside the station?

Your eyes wandered around without making eye contact with any of the other people because of the embarrassment of being dressed like a schoolgirl and you realized that there wasn't even anyone as unique in terms of physical beauty as the man you were looking for. So, seconds later, your feet were already making you wait for the next subway and respectively getting into an empty car.

You leaned on one of the icy iron bars that served just that purpose and received some strange looks for simply not having sat down in one of the vacant seats. Your mind convinced you that it was because if an older person or a pregnant woman entered the car, you would automatically have to stand up to give up the seat, so: it was better to stand up straight. But this was just an excuse, just like the one you made up so you could skip college today.

Beep.

The doors opened as the carriage reached the other station and with them your heart leapt in your chest and your eyes immediately roamed the place, watching people come and go without paying attention to you.

Looking for light, white hair, like the social blouse you are wearing.

Nothing. The doors closed again, and almost as if an alarm had resounded in your mind, out of the corner of your eye, your attention fell on the nonchalant, slender figure of a not-too-tall man in a rumpled suit who was probably twice your age. Staring at you brazenly as if you were a piece of meat, you curled up against yourself clenching fingers around the iron bar serving as a support.

For what seemed like an eternity, you shyly felt the gaze of the predator dressed as a man until the doors opened again and, to your momentary relief, a flood of people entered the place. It never felt so good to be in a crowded subway car.

Your head rested against the iron bar on which your hands still rested as you began to wonder, amidst the half-loud voices of the people around you, how exactly Satoru Gojo would find you and what he was willing to do for you in an improvised and inexper scene on your part.

And then, while you were still lost in your own thoughts with eyes fixed on the nearest window, something brushed against your back and caused you to partially lose your balance forward seconds before something else, softer than its predecessor, pressed itself against the side of your waist and held you upright, regaining your own posture.

Slowly, your head lifted diagonally and you found yourself trapped between a tall man with a snub nose, a more youthful face than his age really denoted and both eyelashes and whitish hair. Him.

Initially, Satoru did nothing but look down on you as if he was someone superior and pull back a sideways smile with his hand still resting on your waist. Your breath was caught in the middle of the throat and suddenly the two open buttons of your shirt were no longer enough to keep your body at place temperature and normal.

— Isn't your skirt too short? — It was the first thing his soft, low voice whispered close to your earlobe and a shiver slowly ran through your body, just as your brain assimilated his words. — Only God knows what someone could do to you in that skirt. — You felt his hand squeeze your waist lightly before sliding up your back and resting on your shoulder.

— I... — Your voice was shakier than you expected and as you felt Satoru's body cling tighter to yours, you automatically shrank against his chest, feeling yourself being increasingly trapped against the iron bar of the subway. — I can usually manage on my own, sir. — A small laugh escaped his thin lips.

— Can you? — His hand squeezed your shoulder and you felt his knee slowly force its way between your thighs.

— Can you... not... — Just as you spoke again with eyes fixed shamefully on the knee keeping your legs spread, Gojo's hand slid from your shoulder to your bust with his index finger and thumb latching onto your nipple and rubbing it.

A knot of tension began to form deep in your belly and it seemed too hard to breathe with Satoru teasing your breasts one at a time. You nervously looked around trying to discern if anyone was looking at the two of you and bit your lip as you saw a girl to your right trying to look away from where you were being pinned by the man behind your body. And just as your mouth opened to hiss a "Don’t" at her, Gojo's other hand came over your lips suppressing any kind of action or sound you wanted to make.

— Uh-uh, what are you thinking? We're just starting to have fun, mutt. — He whispered, tweezing your nipple and watching you try to close your thighs around his knee, arousal beginning to course through your body in the form of a tearing tension that caused your pussy to leak against the bottom of your panties. — You were all cute here, begging me to put my hands on you, ‘m I wrong?

— I-I don't-ngh! — Your voice remained muffled by his palm and your back arched as Satoru pressed his knee against your pussy before his hand ghosted down your torso, past hips and into the middle of the legs beneath your pleated skirt.

— Not you, but your girlie cunt. — He stifled a mocking laugh by pressing two fingers against the wet bottom of your panties and you gasped, clutching the iron bar of the subway car harder. — Fuck, I can feel you throbbing, you're a complete slut, getting horny from being groped by an older guy! — Your breathing quickened and you felt your walls tighten around nothing, pouring more of your liquid against the bottom of your panties.

Yes, you were a complete slut. And having Satoru Gojo remind you of that turned you on more than a girl with sane sanity should be.

— Are you even trying to push me away, huh? You really want a cock inside you that badly? — You desperately denied it with your head before stupidly agreeing without knowing how to answer the question right and then denying it again as Gojo angled your hips up and applied a little pressure to your swollen clit. — Bimbo can't even answer a question right, stupid.

You had to cling to the last thread of self-control inside you to keep from moaning at his harsh words.

Seconds later, Satoru's slender fingers were pulling your panties aside, letting the cold air from the air-conditioning inside the subway car reach your exposed pussy and sliding into you. At the sudden intrusion, you choked on your own saliva and almost jumped forward, clutching the iron bar still supporting your body as if your life and dignity depended on it.

And then you felt something squeeze your shoulder and looked away as Gojo did. It was the same girl as before, with a half disgusted, half worried look on her face. The first for the man behind your body, the second specifically for you, who even when being intercepted by an outsider couldn't contain yourself before your hips were pushing against the hand and fingers between your legs.

— Excuse me, miss, do you need... — You didn't let her finish and the hand over your mouth slowly moved away.

— No... I, no-mhm! — Your back arched as soon as Satoru bent his digits to rub against your G-spot and you took a deep breath before trying to organize your thoughts to rewind your answer. — Don't worry, he's just... — His blue eyes stared at you for a few seconds before a suggestive smile appeared on his thin lips. — A friend.

It wasn't your wavering phrase that made the girl turn away, but the sharp, serious look Gojo gave her as he continued to move his fingers in and out of your pussy.

You don't even remember the moment when you tiptoe because of the tension coursing through your body. The wet sounds of Satoru stretching your walls and fingerfucking your cunt and the way your walls seemed to never want his digits to leave you, you could feel the knot at the bottom of your belly getting tighter, the need to cum getting more and more latent, the clear liquid leaking from your pussy and wetting his hand letting the floor wetter and wetter beneath your feet.

It seemed that your nervous system, from the humiliation of being in a completely public place, was becoming increasingly overloaded. You felt as if your body was about to explode just because of the fingers of a man as perverted as you.

"Sa-fuck-Toru, 'm gonna... mhm!", you sighed forcing your hips against his hand, "Sto-fuck!"

You barely managed to complete your sentence as soon as his fingers curved and tapped against your G-Spot again. When you opened the eyes again and blinked a few times to get your vision focused on the surroundings, your pussy was squirting with the low sound of "splash" and Gojo's hand was spreading this liquid of all over your pussy, over your swollen clit.

— Oh, so messy, are my fingers that good? — He brought them to his mouth to suck on them and paste his body to yours again, this time his obvious boner rubbing against your abused, dripping, exposed cunt. — Wait ‘til I make you cream all over my cock, pretty thing.

You denied it, panting and trying to steady your hands on the iron bar again to try to support your trembling body as the subway car continued to move. Your ears caught the sound of the buttons on Satoru's pants being undone and the belt being slowly unbuttoned and suddenly your walls contracted around nothing. Your body wanted so badly to feel him deep inside you, while other people thought he was abusing you, when, in fact, that was the exciting thing.

To have a man you only knew from the internet claiming your body and using you as a sex doll. Just the thought of it was enough to make your eyes roll up and pussy pulsate.

His hands lifted your school skirt a little and finally his clear eyes could admire the mess his fingers had made between your thighs. All pretty, all puffy, totally aching to have a cock buried inside you. But, contrary to Satoru's expectations, you nervously tried to close your legs.

You wanted him to force them open, like in the pornographic movies burned into your memory. And that's exactly what Gojo did, forced your legs open and pulled your hips against his until his cock was flush against your small entrance.

— Aw, c'mon, angel, don't make it any harder, y’know your princess pussy wants to swallow my cock. Don't try to fool yourself, in the end, isn't that what you're made for? — Satoru leaned over your body, his lips positioned next to your ear and his cock sliding between your sensitive folds. — To take my cock deep inside you, to become my cumdumpster. — Your entrance twitched and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he realized this. — This, ya can try to lie to yourself all you want, but I still know how much you like to whore yourself out to older guys willing to abuse your pretty pussy like me.

Your eyes rolled upward and you couldn't hold back a sly, almost hoarse moan as Satoru slid into your dripping pussy hard and fast. "'S so fucking tight," was what you heard him whisper close to your ear almost in the form of a whimper.

— ‘Toru, please... — Your head fell back against one of his shoulders, and your hips rolled over his before he began to thrust in and out of your tight pussy. — Can you mhm... fuck, finish inside please, wanna all your cum leak out of me.

Gojo gave a mocking laugh before he increased the pace inside you. If the people around you two in the subway didn't know what was going on until then, now hardly had the sound of skin on skin and the wet noise coming from your pussy being enlarged by his long cock denounced all the perversities of you two fucking in a public place.

— Did you really think that I was going to pour my cum somewhere other than deep in your pussy? You really are a bimbo, aren't you? — You nodded, biting your lower lip hard and letting your body move up and down in sync with Gojo's. — Such a cumslut.

Your school skirt went up and down as your hips moved back and forth next to Satoru's, head spinning with pleasure and his mouth hooking onto your neck leaving bites and sucks that wouldn't be covered by the collar of the blouse you were wearing.

The more his cock pulled out of you and the more sensitive your walls became to the point where you could feel every vein pulsating, every inch filling, the more you felt like it was impossible to stand on your own legs and that feeling of being on the verge of cumming again and making a mess took over every fiber of your body in the form of spasms and shivers.

"Fuck, this lil’ pussy squeezing me so hard", Gojo whimpered this and it was the one and only thing you needed to hear before you came again; feeling like you were seeing stars because of his dick and his arms had to hold you around the waist so that your body wouldn't fall forward because of the sudden braking of the subway car and the sudden wave of your orgasm.

Your walls squeezing his shaft completely made his cock spurt out every last drop of warm, thick cum. Your pussy was so sensitized that you had the impression that you could feel every vein of Satoru's pulsing as he finished filling you up and breeding you.

— Keep it all inside, angel. — He whispered, pulling out of your pussy slowly and enjoying the sight of your entrance with a white trickle beginning to drip out before he put your panties back where it belongs.

And then a huge noise from one of the doors of the subway car was heard as you desperately pulled up your skirt and Gojo buttoned his pants.

Oh, no, silly girl, someone has activated the subway chikan emergency. Good luck trying to explain that you paid for it, for Satoru Gojo.

ㅤ🏷 tagging: @wakasa-wifey @hirwishin @inu1gf @manjiken @dukina @ravenina14 .

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