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Sitting on LADS boy's face for the first time...

AU: first LADS fic reqs are welcome, have a couple of ideas but im only so creative... also let me know about any formatting i need

Warnings: Smut (obv), 69ing, masturbating, slight voyeurism, overstimulation

Word Count: 3.1k

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Xavier

You tossed your head back, your hips bucking to meet Xavier’s tongue, your brain turning to mush as you approached your orgasm, thighs tightening around his head.

“Lumie- Xavier,” you corrected, eyes fluttering, praying he didn’t notice.

Oh boy you messed up big time. Mentioning Lumiere while Xavier was between your legs was not a good idea but your head was spinning from the way he held you open and sucked your clit, his fingers teasing your entrance.

He stopped immediately, eyes narrowing as he sat up. You nearly screamed with frustration as he moved his mouth and fingers away.

“Oh do I remind you of him?” Xavier asked, his voice low as he slowly crawled up your body.

Yes. You tried to catch your breath, panting and frustrated from the lack of his touch, “No Xavier, I-”

Xavier cut you off, grabbing your jaw, “Am I no different than him? Nothing special about me? Do you want him more than me?”

He didn’t let you respond, yanking your head back to look at his marks on your neck, tracing them with his tongue, trailing down your body again. He bit and teased your thighs, forcing them open as he neglected the part of you that was aching most. 

After you were fully unraveled, begging for his touches, he sat back, studying your face, your eyes half-lidded in bliss. 

His hand gently wrapped around your throat, pulling you up and switching your positions to where you were straddling his chest, your sensitive core rubbing against his abs. 

Xavier grabbed your thighs, pulling you forward towards his face. You whimpered as your clit dragged along his chest. His hands supported a majority of your weight as he held you over his face. 

“Did Lumiere ever try this?” He hissed, pulling you down harshly against his mouth, his tongue pushing your stretched walls apart.

You shrieked, grabbing his hair, not used to this new position, eyes rolling back as he fucked you with his tongue, his nose nudging your clit. His arms wrapped around your thighs, preventing you from moving, 

Panting, you rotate your hips against his face, chasing your high. Xavier was clearly enjoying himself too, his hips thrusting up lazily, his cock straining from inside his shorts. 

Glancing down, you nearly came right there looking at his lust filled eyes fixated on you, the lower half of his face covered in your slick, his hair messy and tangled around your fingers. Unconsciously, your thighs tightened around his head, tossing your head back as you rode his face.

Xavier saw your reaction and let out a groan, the vibrations traveling through his tongue and face, causing you to arch your back, tossing your head back. 

You came with a loud moan, continuing to rock your hips as you rode out your orgasm, nearly collapsing as Xavier shook his head, his nose stimulating your clit. 

Xavier continued to hold you upright, his pace slowing as he continued to fuck your hole, his arms bracketed around your legs so you couldn’t get up. 

As you came down, he pulled away just enough to get out, “Lumiere could never make you feel as good as I can,” before shoving his tongue back in you.

You cried out, your overstimulated cunt begging for a reprieve but Xavier had no sign of stopping, lazily moving his head in circles as you leaned back, bracing yourself against his chest.

As you tried to get up, hiccupping and trying to catch your breath, Xavier dragged you back, “You’re not going anywhere till you can admit I’m better than him. You started this, I’m just proving you wrong.”

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Zayne

“Zayne, please,” you begged, trying to get him to help your aching cunt. He’d been teasing you for long enough, leaving tender touches and bites on your thighs and clit, slipping his fingers inside of you just enough to get you needy before leaving you to pant and chase after his touch.

You could sense his smirk as he lingered just far enough away that you couldn’t reach him as he forced your legs to stay open with his elbows.

“Please what?” He asked, his husky voice smug as he watched you, all desperate and needy for any source of friction. 

“Please just fuck me, do something. Make me cum,” you pleaded, your voice broken and wet.

You glanced down and saw him tilt his head, looking at your teary eyes. Zayne hummed and pressed his tongue flat against your cunt, chuckling as your hips jerked.

Whimpering, you grabbed his hair, holding him against you weakly, eyelids fluttering as he lethargically moved his tongue against the mess between your legs.

He murmured against you, “I could make you cum simply like this, however, sitting vertically would amplify the pleasure you’d feel.”

You gasped for breath as the vibrations from his words caused you to buck your hips and arch off the bed, nodding frantically, the words not coming out.

Zayne leaned back and chuckled, looking at your desperate face. He gently helped you sit up and laid down against the headboard, taking off his glasses and setting them on the side table.

His hands threaded around your waist pulling you so you were hovering over his face.

You hesitated, “Are you sure I wo-?”

He shushed you, “I’m a doctor, I think I know what I’m doing,” he said quickly before pulling you down on his face.

And he definitely knew what he was doing.

As your hips were pulled down, you squealed which quickly turned to a moan as every nerve in your body was set on fire from the first strokes of his tongue against you. Gripping the headboard to stay upright, you bent over, shaking as Zayne messily made out with your aching cunt. 

It was sloppy, so unlike the usual calm, composed man that it made you impossibly wetter, the thought of him losing control over you made you nearly feral with pleasure, bucking your hips in his face like a bitch in heat.

For how much he was enjoying teasing you it seemed like he also enjoyed pleasing you even more, lapping furiously at the slick dripping and coating your thighs and his face. 

You started to shake as your already sensitive core was assaulted by his ministrations once again, the hands around your waist moving up your body and to your breasts. 

Zayne’s hands sunk into the fat of your chest, kneading and pinching your sensitive nipples, his hands cold and rough. 

A quick look down showed Zayne unraveling as much as you, his pupils blown and his eyes tracking every movement, adjusting his touch according to your reactions.

You press your head against the headboard, legs starting to shake around Zayne’s head. 

“C’mon baby,” Zayne muttered against your cunt, “Cum on my face.”

Well how could you resist? 

You came hard, back arching as you grabbed his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as your hips stuttered, moaning his name as you collapsed on top of him.

Through your aftershocks, he gently rubbed your trembling thighs, slowing down as he unwound your death grip on his hair, pulling you so you were lying down on his chest, wincing as your sensitive nipples rubbed against his chest. 

“I think you were right,” you said, your voice shaky.

Zayne laughed, “I usually am.”

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Rafayel

You let out a breath as you stretched your back, leaving your ass up in the air as the scent of the yoga mat filled your nose. 

Watching the video, you copied the women’s positions, relishing the feeling of the stretch. 

You were in a spare room in Rafayel’s studio that he used as a makeshift gym with a rack, dumbbells, starmaster, treadmill, and various other machines, all naturally of the most expensive brands.

As you moved into something called the extended puppy pose, your face nearly touching the ground as you arched your back, you heard the door open. 

Ignoring it, you continued to stretch, oblivious to the tightening of Rafayel’s pants watching you, ass up in those tight yoga pants and matching sports bra that he bought you.

After he didn’t say anything, you stopped and looked back at where he stood leaning against the doorway.

Rafayel raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face as he gestured for you to continue, “Oh don’t stop on my account.”

You roll your eyes but when he gives you a pointed look you continue, now fully aware of every move he makes behind you, including when he steps right behind you, looking down at your form.

He sits down behind you softly, as if not to disturb you, contradicting when his hands which find the waistband of your leggings, his slender fingers slipping between the fabric and your skin.

As you suck in a breath, he starts to pull them down, along with your underwear, kneading the skin with his knuckles as he goes. 

He takes great and gentle care when he lifts up each leg to slip them off, trying not to disturb your balance when you’re too distracted by his actions.

Once your bottom half is completely bare in front of him, he leans down, hands grabbing your ass.

You freeze when you feel his warm tongue lick your slit, going completely still as he lays under you, pushing you to sit up as he eats you out from behind.

Rafayel teases you, letting his tongue dip enough to brush your clit before traveling up and teasing around your cunt, occasionally pushing just enough to have you holding your breath before he stops, keeping you on edge. His hands hold the sides of your ass to keep you spread for him.

With no warning, he slides under you and pulls you down on top of his face, his tongue finding your clit immediately. 

Gasping, you nearly fall forward at the sudden change in position, bracing your hands on his chest. He responds by sucking your clit roughly, hands tracing along your sides.

You can clearly see the tent in his pants, he’s so hard it must be painful. Reaching out, you pull his pants and underwear down enough so you can pull out his cock. 

Rafayel sucks in a breath under you, gently nipping at your clit as your hands slowly trace the head of his cock. 

Whimpering, you spit on your hands, gently rubbing him, trying to focus as he teases you. You lower your mouth to the head, his hips jerking. Once he finds your clit again, he sucks on it harshly causing you to moan around him. 

He shudders, hands moving to clutch your waist, resisting the urge to thrust up into your mouth, not wanting to abuse your throat. He groans, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge as you moan, taking him deeper, bracing your hands on his thighs. 

It’s a chain reaction, whenever one of you moans it causes the other to respond, both of you getting lost in your pleasure. 

With another suck to your clit you come undone, Rafayel spilling down your throat as you spasm on top of him. He pants under you, continuing to moan against you, oblivious to your overstimulation building. 

You manage to pull yourself off his dick, thighs shaking as you whimper, body giving out as he steadies you, holding you up just above him, his face soaked in your juices and cum.

His hand squeezes your breast through your sports bra, rasping, “I’m buying you more of these sets.”

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Sylus

You moaned, muffled into the pillow as your fingers curled inside yourself, a slight twinge of pain in your wrists at the position but you couldn’t care less, only chasing that high you’ve been craving all day.

Sylus clad in his motorcycle jacket and helmet flashes through your mind and you feel yourself clench around your fingers.

He looked positively delicious this morning, white hair tousled from the helmet and sharp crimson eyes watching you in amusement…

Thighs trembling at the memory, you whimpered again, so close…

But then the door opened.

You froze, fingers still inside your cunt, the wetness still soaking your underwear.

Closing your eyes, you pretended to be asleep, your breath stilling as a figure approached your form. 

Sylus tsked, his tone like honey and silk, “You know you could’ve just asked me, sweetie. I know your hand cramps when you do it yourself.”

He gently pulled the covers back, eyeing your position. You were on your stomach, ass up with your panties pulled to the side, fingers wedged in between your legs, shirt ridden up to expose most of your back and front.

You peered up at him, feeling a bit guilty at getting caught, you just didn’t want to bother him. He was the leader of Onychinus, he had things to do. 

Sitting up, you cleared your throat, looking at him expectantly. 

Sylus laughed, gently pushing you back down on the bed, pressing his lips to yours fiercely. You got lost in the way his lips felt against yours. Whether it was the first, tenth, hundredth, or even thousandth time, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to the passion that exuded from every intimate action. Even while he was devouring you, he’d cradle you in his arms. Or when he’d be pounding into you, overstimulating you to tears, he’d be whispering the sweetest words in your ear. 

His arms came around you, reversing your positions so he was lying under you, hands running along your sides.

With each kiss, every sweet word exchanged, clothing came off, his hands delicate, almost like he was afraid you’d disappear.

Before you could take his boxers off, Sylus stopped you, holding your hands gently as he pushed you up onto your knees, straddling his chest, sliding so his face was right under you. 

Gentle as ever, he pulled you down, immediately attacking your pussy with his tongue, worshipping every inch of your thighs and core. 

Sylus groaned against your core, fucking you with his tongue with enthusiasm. His eyes stayed on you the whole time, watching each time your face would contort in pleasure, listening to every moan, every whimper. 

He licked a stripe down your slit, not paying any attention to the slick that coated his face or his own need. His tongue circled your clit easily drawing you close to your orgasm.

You could feel his smirk as your legs trembled, hips bucking without care as you chased his tongue, interlacing your hands and moving them to your breasts. He squeezed them just as he pushed his tongue into you once again and you fell apart. You could swear you saw white as your eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as you shook on top of him.

Sylus continued to fuck you with his tongue, slower as to not overstimulate you any more as his hands continued to knead your breasts. 

Panting, you combed your hands through his hair, a low sound coming from his throat, causing you to whimper, your sensitive clit shocking at the vibration. 

He pulled you up just to chuckle, “So sorry, kitten. See what could’ve happened if you had just asked?”

Sighing, you sat back, “It happened anyway, didn’t it?”

Sylus’ eyes flared with challenge, a smirk on his face as he looked up at you, “Well I never did say it was over.”

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Caleb

“Sit on my face,” Caleb said, his face completely serious as he stared at your form sitting on his chest. 

Your eyes widened at his command, “What? Caleb are you sur-?”

“Pipsqueak, I want you to sit on my face, I want your thighs around my head. No I won’t suffocate, I can breathe just fine. If I can’t I’ll just move you so I can, got it?”

You gave him a hesitant nod.

Like a flash he pulled you to his mouth, yanking you down with something feral in his eyes. As soon as your core touched his mouth he let out a moan, eyes fluttering as he lapped at you. 

Gasping, you grabbed his hair, needing some stability from his desperation and intensity. 

His eyes flashed with neediness as his arms rocked your hips against his face, groaning with pleasure as he pressed you farther into his face, rocking your cunt against his tongue. 

“Fuck,” Caleb moaned against your pussy, his hands digging into your hips as he shook his head against you, hitting your clit and making a mess of your slick and his spit.

You bit your lip, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, completely in bliss with how good he felt.

Caleb narrowed his eyes and bit the inside of your thigh, “Let me hear you, please.”

Panting, you leaned down to look at him, his eyes were hazy, breathing heavy as he devoured you, using your whimpers and moans as fuel every time he sucked your clit. 

“Fuckkkk,” you moaned, body shaking from the sensations.

“That’s it,” he said against you, “That’s right, I wanna hear you, baby.”

With each word that came from his mouth, another moan came from yours, the vibrations stimulating your clit just right. 

Baby.

That word alone had you quickening the rhythm of your hips, panting brokenly as you pleaded. For what? Maybe for him to keep going, maybe for him to stay… Whatever it was, Caleb took it. 

He was messy against your cunt, not caring about how wet you were or how his face was now smothered and being squeezed by your soaked thighs. 

Maybe you couldn’t tell but he loved it. He loved the weight of you pressed against his face, the slick coating his face and all over you, because of him. He was the one making you feel so good, enough to lose control. He loved that you trusted him enough to try this out, despite your original reluctance. 

And he was determined to make you not regret it in the slightest. 

As he brought you over your orgasm, you screamed his name, thighs trembling at his quick pace.

Only he didn’t stop. 

Caleb didn’t stop licking the cum and slick from you, not when you were grabbing his arms, trying to get off to relieve your overstimulated clit. 

A deep sound came from his throat, almost akin to a growl when you tried to get away. Oh no that was not acceptable. Now that you let him have a taste, you were expecting him to stop with just one? 

That’d be crazy.

Caleb smirked against your cunt as he used his evol to keep you down against his mouth. He’d spend the whole night drawing orgasms out of you if he wanted to. Oh god how he loved the taste and feeling of you, only you, with only him, forever.

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⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊ — SYNOPSIS Going on a jog when it’s so hot outside is such a bad idea, you really want to take a shower! Except, you weren’t expecting your puppy boyfriend to practically jump on you the moment he got a whiff of your scent! (꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊ — GENRE smut, porn with little plot ⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊ — PAIRING Puppyboy! Caleb x chubby reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read tho!)

⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊ — WARNING Fem!reader, explicit content, pwlp, established relationship, grammar errors, NO spoilers, not proof read, hybrid AU, begging, a lil fdom, breast play, oral (fem), cunnilingus, scent kink 

A/N this is literally me yapping about puppyboy Caleb being nasty and having a scent kink. If you’re uncomfortable with scent kink just skip this fic babe(¬_¬")‘N’ also, happy late birthday @thalwri, babes<3! (ᵕ—ᴗ—) High key, I’m running out of ideas of what to write so send some suggestions over, I’ll be working on request for a bit <3

Puppy Boy Caleb is nasty, freaky, and just downright disgusting sometimes. It must be the animalistic urge in him. He must admit, he is by far, easily turned on by the littlest things you do.

It’s gotten to the point where he’s hard almost everyday, his ears twitching and his tail wagging vigorously. It’s not Caleb’s fault that he loves his girlfriend so much and finds her irresistible! Cooking him one of his favorite meals while wearing one of his oversized shirts, that somehow can’t even hide the swell of your ass.

Caleb is harder than a rock. Licking your lips slowly, covering your lips with your saliva, watching them pucker up as you press an invisible kiss to the air. He’s got a large bulge in his pants and it’s almost comically laughable from how noticeable he is, especially when he squirms around and whines like a lost dog.

Worst of all, you come back home after such a long jog, a thin layer of sweat clinging onto your exposed skin, wearing little shorts and a shirt that squeezes your body so nicely, and that delicious scent that stays around you. At first, Caleb is pouting sadly, ears resting on his hair, his tail dropping instead of wagging like it normally does. That’s until he sees you.. like that.

Oh, he wouldn’t be surprised if there is a painfully obvious creamy white stain on his boxers. He can feel his cock twitching and straining against the restraints of his pants, throbbing and pulsing. Caleb has to restrain himself, although it really looks like he’s losing the war.

Caleb‘s eyes are dilated, panting and huffing like a thirsty man, tail wagging so quickly. That scent of you, he’s down bad for it. No, not your wonderful smelling floral perfume that you have a habit spraying every morning. 

Your natural scent, the scent that he can smell once you come back from a jog. You bet your ass that your PuppyBoy boyfriend already has his head buried into the coloring of your neck, nuzzling and nuzzling into you while inhaling your addictive scent. Caleb can’t help that way his body reacts when he’s around you, quickly getting hard against your soft ass.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt so nasty before, going for a jog when it’s so hot outside was a horrible idea. A thin layer of sweat clings onto your skin, droplets of sweat trickling down your exposed skin. You struggle to catch your breath, short, heavy, and quick huffs of a breath.

Fuck, you weren’t expecting it to be so hot and dumb outside, you really should have checked the weather before you left! You can smell the intense smell of sweat on you. The thought of a shower is enticing.

“Mmh..” you hum softly, setting the water battle in your hands onto the counter.

“You know.. you’ve been staring at me the whole time I’ve been here, Caleb” you point out, briefly glancing over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, before going back to looking at the counter. 

“-and it’s pretty obvious too, with all the staring you’ve been doing” you add, mumbling the last bit under your breath. 

Caleb has been staring  at you this whole time, staring at you in a certain way. His eyes are hooded and clouded with lust and desire, cheeked flushed bright red, spit coated lips parted dumbly, his tail intensely, he’s panted slightly, it almost seems like he went for a jog instead of you. His eyes glances up and down your body, drinking up the sight of you. 

“You seem a bit distracted, babe. You must have a lot on your mind, Caleb~” you coo, sending him a cheeky knowing look.

This hasn’t been the first time that Caleb has sent you.. that kind of look before, you doubt I’d be the last to. That primal, feral, desperate, hungry look, as if he wanted you all for himself at this exact moment. It’s only a look he’d send you when you came back from a jog. 

You’re about to glance over your shoulder again, that is until a head buries itself into your shoulder. Firmly, a nose presses itself against the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing against your sweet spot. A hot tongue laps and glides across your sweaty skin, a deep groan escapes the man behind you. 

You shiver slightly, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling of his tongue tracing your skin. Letting out a deep groan, Caleb wraps his thick arms around your chest, keeping you firm and close against him. You can feel something pressed against your ass, throbbing and twitching. 

“Aww.. someone’s getting really eager” you hum softly, pushing your ass further against his twitching bulge.

One of his hands glided to your breasts, letting out a whine and a huff of annoyance when he felt your sports bra, unable to fondle and squish your breasts. Was Caleb expecting you to jog with no bra? Not happening. 

Caleb lets out a pathetic whine, kitten licking at your neck, leaving a wet trail of spit behind his touch. “Mmh, you’re so nasty, Caleb” you moan softly, his teeth scratching the sensitive skin of your neck.

“-I like it” you purr, giggling when he whimpers into the column of your neck. 

You moan quietly when Caleb presses open, hot kisses to your sweet spot. He eagerly laps at your sticky skin, his hair sprawled on your shoulder. He still has a strong, tight grip around your chest, one of his hands squeezing and gripping your boob. 

You can feel yourself melting into his touch, soft moans and gasp escaping you. He bites down harshly into your poor neck, sending a delicious shiver through your body. Caleb’s sharp teeth bite into your skin, enough to leave a pretty mark behind. 

“Hng!” You gasp, grabbing his hair tightly in your hands, tugging gently, eliciting a soft groan from the man.

Your jaw goes slack, panting slightly. To soothe over the pain, he laps and sucks gently on the blooming hockey. Caleb presses open kisses to the forming mark, flattening his tongue onto your skin, licking from your shoulder to the top of your neck. 

“Y-you taste absolutely divine, baby..” Caleb whispers, his lips grazing your ears.

His hand eagerly slides under the thin fabric of your shirt, making its way closer and closer to your chest, only to be stopped by you. “Mmph, not so fast, Caleb. It’s not gonna be that easy, baby, you're going to have to beg” you tease, smiling cruelly at hearing the pitiful whine he lets out.

“B-but baby..-“ he protests, his voice low and deep, you could hear how sad and disappointed he is.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Caleb” you coo, pushing past your pouty boyfriend to lay on the sofa.

He follows you rarely, desperate to get what he wants. “All you have to do is beg for me, you can do that, right?” You ask softly, that cruel glint in your eyes.

What a cruel woman you can be. Caleb sends you watering, puppy dog eyes, resting his head against your soft, squishy thighs. He nibbles and laps at your thigh, whimpering a soft protest when you pull away from his touch.

“Sometimes.. you can be so mean to me..” Caleb whispers softly, voice muffled since he keeps chasing after your thighs when you pull away.

“I promise, I’ll be good for you.. can I please eat you out..?” He whines, you can see his tail slowly wagging side to side.

“Mmh..it’s definitely a start, I suppose” you mumble, tapping your fingers in your lips. 

Caleb must have thought you were unsatisfied with his sad plea. The way his ears droop to his head, his bottom lip sticking out as he pouts, his tail going limp. “B-but.. didn’t I beg well enough for you..?” Caleb  whispers, his voice so quiet and soft, it doesn’t seem like Caleb at all, his eyes glistening slightly. 

“Mmh, you did. I didn’t say you weren’t good at begging” you mutter, parting your thighs.

“In fact, you beg a little too good” you tease, tugging off your top.

Picking up its pace, Caleb’s tail starts wagging again. He eagerly cups your breasts through your bra, cupping your boobs, squeezing gently. He moans in delight, reaching behind your back to unbuckle your bra off, immediately cupping your breast, watching them pool through the gaps of his fingers. 

Your boobs feel amazing, so soft and warm. Caleb fondles your right breasts, teasingly pinching your nipple, gently tugging and twisting the bud until it was hard from his touch. He leans down to your chest, taking your stiff bud into his hot mouth. 

He sucks, slurps, and little licks at your nipple, whimpering softly when you run your hand through his hair, scratching his ear. Caleb kisses down to your plump belly, pushing you gently to lay back on the sofa. He fondles and squishes the fat in his hand. 

“So soft..” he mumbles under his breath, nuzzling his head against your plump thigh. 

“So warm too..” he whines, pinching the chubby rolls of your stomach.

A delicious wave of heat pools to your pussy, you really can’t lie, you do love seeing Caleb so pouty and begging for a taste of you. You flutter anything, your clit throbbing and aching to be stroked by his thicker fingers or even by his warm tongue. Now that you notice, your thighs feel oddly sticky, not just from sweat but also your own arousal. 

Caleb let’s put a stifled groan, grinding his swollen cock against the couch. Fuck, he’s so hard. So much precum, he really hopes he doesn’t stain your couch. 

“Oh my, are you really that hard from smelling me that you're desperately grinding against the couch” you grin, summoning a soft groan from him. 

“Such a perv, pretty gross of you Caleb~” you tease, lifting your hips from off the couch, tugging off your shorts. 

“Ugh, you're so mean to me sometimes..” Caleb pouts cutely, looking away from your cheeky grin. 

He grips your thighs in his hands,  keeping them wide open. “It’s like you don’t love me anymore..” he murmurs, kissing your thigh softly.  

You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully. Caleb leans down to your pussy, the only thing covering your sex is your drenched pantie. He rests his head between your thighs, pressing his face close to your clothed pussy, his nose pressed deliciously firmly  against your clit.

You shiver slightly, he inhales the scent of you. He laps at your drenched panties, moaning in approval at the tangy yet sweet flavor of you. Caleb kitten licks at the fabric, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

Caleb seems really intent on having your tasty flavor on his tongue, hot tongue dipping between where your folds are, searching more for your addictive flavor. You tremble slightly, gripping into the couch. You buck your hips up, pussy your needy pussy closer to his face. 

“Hah.. you really know what you're doing, Caleb..” you mewl, catching your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling gently. 

Caleb presses an open mouth kiss to your engorged clit, wrapping his fingers around your panties, tugging them to the side to expose your dripping pussy. Hot flesh sticky with juices and arousal, your gummy entrance fluttering around nothing. His mouth waters slightly, drool daring to seep from his parted lips. 

“Huh, you really have a staring problem, Caleb~” you huff, shivering when he sighs against your exposed pussy, hot breath fanning onto your cunt.

Caleb’s grip on your thighs tightens, holding you still. His tongue delves through your fat folds, from your gummy entrance to your throbbing clit, collecting up any of your delicious juices he can get. Greedy.

Your almost silently gasp melts into a moan, lips parted slightly as you push your cunt to his hungry mouth. He moans in approval, his tongue gliding through your folds, back and forth. Caleb does this two more times, mixing up your juices with his spit, creating an even larger mess.

His spit, your juices trickle down the fat of your ass, most likely dripping to the couch. You aren’t even surprised that Caleb is sloppy, only focused on drowning in your pussy to care of how messy the couch wil get after.

“Hng- oh fuck..” You moan, fluttering around nothing. 

He pulls away from your pussy for a breather, thin sheets of arousal and spit connected between his lips and your pussy, only to break within seconds. Caleb lets out heavy breaths, your juice already smeared on his chin and face. 

“Please.. hold still for me, baby” Caleb pleads.

He hooks his thumb around your pussy lips, peeling them apart to expose more of your warm flesh to his hungry mouth. Caleb is so focused on rolling his against your pussy, sucking at anything he can get his mouth on. He shifts his focus on your clit, sealing his lips around the bud, sucking and slurping harshly like his life depends on it. 

You tense up slightly, biting on your lips to stifle a moan that threatens to escape you. “Oh fuck- c-Caleb..” you wail, thighs twitching in his tight grip. 

He groans against you, sending vibrations through your body, making you feel dizzy. Caleb keeps his lips sealed around your clit, shaking his head side to side, your juices flying onto his chin. Through your squinted eyes, you can see his tail swaying vigorously, he’s enjoying this, with all the moaning and whimpering he’s been letting out, it’s obvious. You mewl, toes curling up, arching your back off the couch.

Caleb briefly lets go of your hot clit, pressing a quick kiss, staying close enough to where his lips are grazing your nub. “Oh god.. you taste so amazing, baby.. can’t get enough-“ Caleb murmures softly, dumbly interrupting himself by slurping at your heated flesh like a starved man. 

His hot tongue glides through your slick folds, down to your fluttering gummy entrance. Caleb’s tongue rolls around the ring of your pussy, happily drinking up your oozing juices. Easily, his tongue pushes inside, tongue rubbing against your gooey walls. 

“Hng!” You grunt, your other hand grabbing onto his hair.

Caleb thrusts his tongue in and out of you slick entrance, nose pressed against your clit. The prefect amount to pleasure to make your toes curl up, sending more heat to your belly. That addictive heat in your belly swelling up, the heat unbearable. 

Breathless moans escape you, only fueling his desire to make you moan louder. Caleb doesn’t think he’s ever been so hard before. He feels like he could cum just from eating you out, especially when tugging and pulling his hair like that. 

And you smell so fucking good too, so addicting. Caleb licks back to your aching clit, slotting his lips against the bud. “Holy shit- Hng.. Caleb” you gasp, carelessly tugging on his hair, eliciting a satisfied groan from him. 

Your breath is shaky, ragged, and choppy, hard to breath when you feel like the air was stolen. “O-oh god, Caleb” you stutter, you’re so close to cumming. 

Your eyes are hooded and clouded with lust, nibbling at your spit covered lips. Caleb is nasty, groaning and moaning against your sensitive pussy, he’s so desperate and eager to eat you out. His cock jolts violently in his pants, swelling and straining against the thick fabric, his body trembling slightly.

One of his thumbs pull away from your pussy lips, slowly trailing down his needy dick. In merely only a second, Caleb already tugged off his pants. His cock lewdly slaps onto his abdomen, beads of precum dribbling from his tip.  

He keeps his lips sealed around your clit, tongue flicking and flicking at the swollen bud. That heat in your belly is so close to bursting, once again, your back arching off the back. You can’t hear anything but the constant pounding of your heartbeat.

Caleb’s swollen cock twitches, tip angry red. Creamy white trickling down his thick base. He cups his cock, groaning against your clit as he strokes himself back and forth. 

You can’t hear the obscure slurping, gushing, squelching sound of Caleb hungry lapping at your pussy. Your brows furrows, jaw going slack, a silent scream as you gush around nothing. You harshly tug his hair, eliciting a grunt from him. 

He eagerly dives his tongue between your folds, licking up your delicious cum from your gummy entrance. “Hng- no more, Caleb..” you pant, pushing at his forehead.

He whines, desperate to keep tasting your additive flavor, his grip tightening on your thighs. Reluctantly, Caleb pulls away from your soaked pussy. He lets out breathlessly huffs and pants, along with the occasional groans as he strokes his throbbing dick, his lips and chin glistening from your juices.

“Mmh, you look like you need help with that, babe~” you tease, acknowledging his twitching and throbbing cock.

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Sorry for going into a lovedrunk bloodthirsty craze and hunting you for sport, it will happen again.

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY.

↳ JJK MEN: HOW THEY FUCK YOU WHEN THEY'RE JEALOUS

↳ feat. satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, yuta okkotsu

cw: 18+ only, nsfw, overstimulation (f!), dick drunk, orgasm delay (f!), riding, semi-exhibitionism, spanking, teasing, dom! geto, soft dom! nanami, breeding, body worship, pleasure dom! choso, unprotected sex, creampie, marking, oral (f!), fingering (f!), facesitting (f!), marking (f!), geto uses the term "monkeys," degradation (slut) in geto's blurb, ijichi and ino mentioned in gojo's and choso's blurbs respectively, a/n: the only way to read the title is to the tune of olivia rodrigo's song. also its my first time writing yuta - be gentle.

SATORU GOJO | overstimulation, dick drunk, orgasm delay

jealous of laughing at another's joke

"T-Toru, ngh, please, I can't—" and you're only met with a laugh, his lips pressed against your neck, as his cock continued to fuck you.

How many times had you cum? You had lost count. Your cunt was soaked with your release, along with your thighs and his cock, slipping down his skin as he fucked you hard and fast.

He was relentless, maybe limitless, especially today.

"You can handle it, sweetheart, know this little cunt can take it," he's grunting, as his fingers dig into your plush thighs, "haven't broken this pussy yet," and you couldn't bring yourself to be concerned about the "yet" as he brought you to cum yet again, and you were sure if every word hadn't been fucked out of your brain— it had now.

Your eyes were glazed over, fucked out, as you stared up at him, as only pauses a moment, to press your thighs to your chest, "gonna fuck you right, baby, gotta kiss your womb," and you're whining, and he's only pistoning in deeper, "not so funny now huh?" he's hissing as you grow even fuckin' tighter — how was that possible?

"what are you—" and you whine as his tip grazes even deeper, and you're sure he's somehow fucking your stomach now, "are you jealous of Ijichi?"

"Don't say his name," he gives a particularly rough thrust of his hips to punctuate his point, drawing another squeal from your lips, and yet he's the one who brings him up, "fuckin' laughing at his joke like I wasn't even there. He isn't funny. Nowhere as funny as me!" and you're already close again, tears pooling in your eyes, as you stammer.

Was he really that upset because you laughed at an old friend's bad joke?

"Toru, a-are you serious—" and he's slowing down now to a tortuous pace, as you whimper, "baby, he just made a joke, I was being polite," you can't even laugh at how ridiculous it is with how badly you want to cum.

"Only i'm supposed to see that smile, that laugh," and he's teasing you with the tip of his cock now, dragging it in teasing circles around your clit, "you're mine, mine to make smile, make to make laugh, mine to fuck," and he's fucking you again, bottoming out in one thrust, "say it, baby, tell me who you belong to,"

And your back is arching, throat raw as you tell him just how much he owns you, as you orgasm for the nth time, and he's not far behind, his hot release spurting into your needy cunt, as he fucks it only deeper.

"Toru," you moan again, "Toru, fuck," you murmur, fucked dumb by his dick, as you both come down from your highs, "were you really that jealous of—"

And he only pouts, pressing his lips to yours again, "Don't say his name," and he's pressing needy kisses to your neck, as he pulls out, your mixed cum leaking out, before he's slipping two fingers in, pulling another moan from your lips, "by the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember his name."

SUGURU GETO | riding, semi-exhibitionism, dom!geto, spanking, degradation (slut)

jealous of you talking about someone else

"Princess, you can do better than that," Suguru is clicking his tongue, as you split yourself open on his cock, warm walls squeezing all too deliciously around his already drenched dick, as only whines and pants left your kiss ruined lips, "gonna have to be quieter than that if you don't want someone else to hear—"

He had you riding him in a side room of a temple he used often to collect money, some his other followers congregated in the room over to hear him "preach of the new world." Bullshit that he fed to monkeys that made them full and happy and complacent -- but right now, he had something else that was making you feel so full.

"C'mon baby, ride me like you mean it," he coos, and his hand is coming down on your ass with a mean spank to your already sore ass, heat blooming from the impact, "you certainly had plenty of effort when you were sweet-talking those damn monkeys, didn't you?"

"Sugu, I was just trying to help," you whine, as his hips snap against yours, making you squeal, as he finds his way even deeper into your already fucked out cunt, "I just was--"

"You were flirting," he hisses, as his hands find their way to your hips, forcing you to meet his upward thrusts, as your hands cover your mouth to muffle your moans, "you love this, love it when I fuck you like this, think you want them to see you like this, grinding on my cock like a slut," you whine, but his words only makes your sweet cunt give a telltale clench around his dick, "that's it — you can lie, but your princess cunt can't, baby,"

"Sugu, please 'm close—can't—" and his hands are pulling back, letting you do all the work, and you do, fucking yourself stupid on his cock, the wet squelch of your pussy ringing in your ears — so loud, you can't understand why someone hasn't burst into the room yet— but you can't bring yourself to care, when you're so fuckin' close to cumming.

"That's it, fuck, s'good for me," and he's pulling your hands away from your mouth, letting your moans resonate and fill the room, as he watches a white ring of your cum form around the base of his cock, as he grunts, dick twitching as your walls cream around his cock, "now moan my name as you cum so these goddamn monkeys know whose cock you're bouncing on."

KENTO NANAMI | soft!dom, breeding, hair pulling

jealous of running into an ex

"Did he ever make you feel this good?" Kento's question murmured against your neck, as he presses soft kisses to your neck, dragging his leaking tip against your aching cunt, "did he love you like I did?" And his fingers sneak under your head, making your neck arch as he tugged your hair.

"N-no, Kento, he didn't—"

"He certainly acted as if we were the same," he scoffed at the thought of your ex, the one you had dated before Kento, who had the audacity to approach the two of you today. Catching up with you and even touching your arm, as if your husband wasn't there, even ignoring him, until you introduced him. They had shook hands, and you knew Kento had squeezed his hand a little too hard, but now those same hands were gripping you softly — but firmly.

"He's nothing compared to you you're everything to me," and he's rewarding you with sinking his tip into your needy pussy, "ah, Kento, please stop teasing me," you whine, a noise leaving your throat that you didn't even know you could make.

"You're practically sucking me in, but did you do the same for that bastard?" he's dragging his cock up and down, driving you insane with how your walls squeezed, trying to pull him in, but he resisted every tempting contraction of your sweet cunt, "did you take him this well?" and his teeth graze against the soft skin of your neck, "did he make you beg for him?"

"Only you make me feel this good, only you, Kento, only you make me this needy, make this pussy so—" and he's sinking into you, slowly, torturously, but pleasurably — inch by inch, until he's bottoming out, but he doesn't move, not at first, "please, Kento, please—move—"

And he obliges you, thrusting into you, fucking you in earnest, his cock dragging against your walls with each snap of his hips agianst yours, "such a needy baby," he grunts, "your cunt is trying to hold onto me even as I pull out — is that how much you want my cock? Want me to fill you?"

You're nodding, moaning his name, as you meet his lips in messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, as he fucks you harder, "Look at me, baby," he orders, and your eyes flutter open, meeting his lust clouded gaze, making you all the more sensitive to his touch, "want you to watch me as I breed you," and you're groaning, pussy twitching at the thought, "how're you even tighter?" he grunts, "want me to breed you, don't you? Want me to fill you with my cum? Make you full with my children," and your head is thrown back, voice raw as you can only groan his name again and again.

"Kento, mmph, 'm s'close, can't,"

"Cum for me, baby, let me fill you," he's finding your lips in another sloppy kiss as you cum, hard, walls gripping him as he fucked you through your orgasm. And he's cumming too right behind you, filling your womb with his hot release, "good girl," he murmurs, pressing sweet kisses to your chest, "but if you think I'm done, we're far from finished," and he's pulling out slowly, before gathering his cum that leaked out on his fingers before slipping it back into your still sensitive cunt, "we're not going to be getting much sleep tonight, love."

CHOSO KAMO | body worship, pleasure dom, oral(f), squirting, implied oral (m!)

jealous of a fellow sorcerer flirting

"Cho-so! Nugh, please—" your fingers buried in his black locks, hair ties long since come loose from your tugging — and you're not even sure if you want to pull him closer, or push him away, "i can't—"

"I know you have more in you, my love," he's only murmuring against your sweet cunt, tongue flicking against your swollen clit, "need to feel you flood my mouth, need to taste every inch of you,” he’s re-doubling his efforts, his hot tongue dragging your gummy walls, making good on his promise, “sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted — how are you this perfect? How do I deserve you?” You look at him, nestled between your thighs, his lips and chin glossy with your release, tongue darting out to lick your pre from his lips.

“Choso, y-you do, I love you, only you,” and he’s peering up at you with a lidded gaze — but you see something else besides lust — insecurity lined his furrowed brow, and then it clicks, “you know that Ino was just being friend—"

But he’s burying his face back, fucking your cunt his his tongue, as his thumb teases your needy clit, your words falling away to pleasure.

“It wasn’t just friendly. He wants you. I know the lustful gaze of a man, especially one who wants what I have,” he mutters, as his teeth graze your inner thigh, drawing a gasp from your lips, “but how do I have the right to you? Half curse, half human — what am I really to have the right to be with you?” And then he bites your thigh, pulling a loud moan from your lips, “but I can’t help but want you.”

“I love you, only you, I don’t care what you are. I love everything about you because you’re mine. My Choso,” you manage between pants, as your fingers tug his hair to force him to meet your gaze — make him see the state he’s left you in — utterly fucked out with your chest rising and falling, your eyes glazed over with lust, “please, I need you—"

And that’s all he needs to redouble his errors, rubbing himself on the mattress below him, certainly soaking through his boxers and the sheets.

“Mmph, Choso, please, I’m—“ and his lips latch around your clit, sucking hard, until you squirt on his face, and he’s eagerly lapping up your release, as you moan his name. He’s slurping and swallowing your cum with lips quirked in a smile, his groans and grunts only making your cunt flutter around his tongue.

And he’s pulling away finally, an unspoken question on his lips whether he did well, and your only response is to pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, before flipping him over. You kiss your way down his body, as you tug his boxers down to free his erection, tongue grazing the underside, making him groan.

You grin, “My turn.”

YUTA OKKOTSU | fingering (f!), marking, face sitting

jealous of an ex you just broke up with

“Yuta, please—" the last word comes out a squeal, as his calloused fingers tease the crotch of your shorts, a warm heat settling over your skin all at once but all too slowly — like the start of a wildfire.

"I told you I'd help you forget about him," he murmurs, his long and lithe fingers all too skilled, as they snap the waistband of your shorts against your skin, "he never deserved you - you're special, especially to me," and he's pulling down your shorts, until you're kicking them away at your feet.

And this fire had spread far too fast — especially with his fingers teasing your folds through your soaked panties.

“Still thinking about him?” Yuta asks softly, his words soft but not the intent, and he only sighs at your whine, "I'll have to do better for you then," and his fingers slip past your ruined underwear as they tug the fabric down your thighs, making butterflies bloom in your stomach before they surely burst into flames from the fire Yuta is brewing, as two fingers part your dripping folds, "already so wet? I've barely started,"

"Yuta," and he's pausing, as you try to form a sentence, but only comes out as a single word, "more," and his lips quirk into a smile.

"Of course," and he's fucking you open nice and slow, your pre slipping down his fingers onto your hardwood living room floor, "i've been wanting to do this for so long — has your ex ever done this for you?" and you only swallow, whining when he stops, only continuing when you shake your head, "you deserve so much, you deserve the world," and a third finger sinks into you, making you cry out his name, "that's it, love, let me make you feel good."

"Yuta, please," you moan, as his fingers drag against your needy cunt, as he noses the nape of your neck, placing wet kisses along your neck, before his teeth graze your sensitive skin, sucking and licking marks that surely will dot your skin the next day, "ah—"

"Mine," he murmurs, and that makes your cunt twitch around his fingers — god you were so close, so close—and that's right when he's pulling his fingers out.

"Yut—" and he's licking your release from his fingers, before he's tugging you into a bruising kiss, sticking his tongue out to meet yours in a messy kiss, before he's pulling you on top of him, wet cunt pressed against his chest, "what are you--"

"Sit on my face," he says, his pupils nearly completely dark as he meets your gaze, "i want to show you what you've been missing -- how you deserve to be treated," and the blood rushes to your face, as your head shakes no, but he can feel your pussy say yes -- walls squeezing around nothing, "please,"

"Yuta, you don't have to—" but he's unwavering in his gaze, "what if I crush you?"

"It wouldn't be the worst way to go — you know I did have a secret execution scheduled before," and you smack him, but he only catches you by the wrist and kisses each finger, licking your fingertips, sending heat right to your cunt, "let me make you feel good — better than he ever has," and now you realize what it is — it's jealousy.

So you settle above his face, your cheeks burning as you feel his breath warm your aching pussy, "don't worry," and he's helping you ease yourself onto his lips, and right before his tongue drags slowly along the length of your sopping cunt, "you won't remember your name, much less his, after this."

a/n: i just realized i used a similar line in gojo's and yuta's, but y'know what, like teacher like student. what was this? who knows? will i do something like this again? maybe.

game over?

his number one girl and his number one fan

pairing: streamer!Choso x fem!reader

content: MDNI, cockwarming, exhibitionism, chat is bullying Choso so hard, established relationship, use of pet names (baby, princess), modern AU, unprotected piv sex, Choso being a tease(but he talks you through it)

a/n: based on this ask!!

art by @aransmind and divider by @anitalenia!

"Worst stream of the year. Okay, dunno why I read that one," Choso murmured, scratching the back of his hair and squinting at the incoming chat messages.

thesixeyes:there's NO way he's actually this bad lololol

k1ng0fcurs3s: have you considered killing yourself?

Maybe he wasn't the best at this game (or any), but still, ouch. Most of the other streamers he'd become friends with over the past year probably would just time the guy out, get their mods to ban the worst offenders, but his mod team only consisted of one person - his younger brother.

And he hated asking Yuji to do anything - even if it was something he volunteered for.

Sometimes he was tempted to quit. But then again, if he'd never started streaming, he never would've met you.

"Do any of you guys know where I'm supposed to go next?" He brushed it off, returning his attention to the map on the screen, his mouth automatically curled up just at the idea of you probably watching from the bedroom, curled up in his blankets with your phone propped up on the pillow.

chosospr1ncess: end stream pls

And now the image of you had new details, your hand between your thighs, your canines tugging at your lower lip. Impatient and needy, soft whispers of his name falling from your mouth.

"Hold on a sec, chat," He muttered, picking up his phone from his desk, opening up his messages to send you a short one: Come here.

Your laugh was loud enough to hear through the not-entirely-effective soundproofing padding the wall separating his office from the bedroom. Choso wasn't the only one who heard.

The chat was going faster than he could read, half of them calling just calling bullshit.

"You guys wanna meet my girlfriend?" He paused the game now, readjusting the camera higher, cutting off everything below his chest. The new chorus of she's not real and he's actually lost it was interrupted by two short knocks on the door. "Come in, baby."

It took a single look at the blush staining your cheeks to know his fantasy wasn't just fiction, the slight tremble in your legs as you walked over to his gaming chair.

He tugged you into his lap once you were within reach, brushing the hair off your neck and wrapping his arms tight around your waist. God, he didn't think he'd ever smelled anything so delicious.

"Isn't she pretty?"

Perched on his thighs, your lips fixed in an adorable pout at being interrupted, glancing between him and the webcam then over to the chat, currently flooded with accusations and theories that he must've paid you.

"You gonna say hi to them, baby?" He muttered in your ear, humming softly against your skin, a thin sheen of sweat making a few stray hairs stick to your neck from your attempt at keeping preoccupied without him.

"Hi," You repeated, already squirming in his lap before he'd even done anything.

k1ng0fcurs3s: are you as bad in bed as you are playing this?

k1ng0fcurs3s: id fuck your girl better

"Yuji, ban that guy," You moved the mouse, frowning as you talked, copying the username of and sending it to the private chat already open offscreen.

While he'd rather be the one taking care of you, it was sweet to see you get worked up on his behalf, readjusting on his lap like he'd somehow miss the damp spot on your panties soaking through his sweatpants, the slick still coating your thighs.

You were reading whatever message caught your attention next, too distracted to notice his hands tugging down his sweatpants, freeing his cock so he could shove your underwear and tiny shorts aside. It wasn't until he already aligned himself, started inching his way that you realized what he really called you in here for.

"I, um, oh-" Your stutter was adorable, your spine going stiff as you clamped down around him. But there was almost no resistance, not after you had prepped yourself so nicely for him.

"She can be a little camera shy," Choso informed the chat, scooting the chair closer, watching your face in frame in the bottom corner, all glossy-eyed and flustered.

"Y-yeah," You stammered, really squirming now as he suddenly brought you down all the way on him under the guise of readjusting, barely managing to control your facial expressions in front of the thousand or so people currently tuned in live absolutely oblivious to the fact you were being crammed full of your boyfriend's cock.

"Since I apparently suck at this, why don't you try?" He casually offered, his voice gravelly, struggling not to get caught up in the sinful way you seemed to suck him in. How tightly your thighs were pressed together, the throb of your walls around him while your chin barely bobbed in reply. "What do you guys think?"

Embarrassingly enough for him, even with his tip grinding against your cervix, forced to swallow your moans at every throb and twitch of his cock filling you up, you were still doing better than he was ten minutes ago.

Dodging attacks and actually striking down the creepy-looking monsters, your brows knitted together so tightly while you tried desperately to concentrate on the screen, clicking frantically with the mouse and hitting the keys. Each time you jolted at a new jumpscare was some new form of torture, his attempts at teasing twisted back on him when he couldn't do anything except twitch, barely restraining the temptation to turn the camera off and fuck you right there on the desk.

"Shit," Your curse came out more like a whine when you died, chipping away at his cool facade, his forearm pressing you tighter against his chest, hips rolling ever-so-slightly up to drive himself deeper.

"Just load the last save," He quietly instructed, resting his chin on your collarbone and wondering if the camera was sharp enough to pick up how you shuddered at the hoarse sound of his voice, lips pressing together tightly to conceal the noise you were so desperate to make.

thesixeyes: he'd know lol he's already died like fifty times

"You havin' fun?" Choso ignored the chat, ignored the game, his attention entirely devoted by how much you were tensing up listening to him talk. Using his muscled forearm to add more pressure, not particularly caring how clingy of a boyfriend he probably looked on screen.

Who could blame him when his girlfriend was you?

If you were in the room, he had to be touching you, whether it was a hand on your waist or his mouth on your neck. He tried - really - to give you space, but it was like you had hollowed every inch of his heart out, everything empty without your touch, your scent, your warmth to fill the ache.

"Mhm," You made a tiny noise, blinking too fast, lashes fluttering too hard. Trying to discreetly grind down against him, search for any sort of friction to soothe the burn from being stuck and stretched in place. You started the save back up, eyes narrowing like you needed to focus just to die again at the first enemy that popped up. "Fuck."

"Sorry, sweetheart," He hummed, his hand drifting down and out of sight of the camera to rub against your poor, neglected clit. Massaging rough circles over the swollen bud, your entire body freezing at his heavy touch. "Keep trying."

Craning your head back to look at him, to shield your silent plea pout from your audience, his own muscles tensing at how cute you looked like that, your bottom lip pushed out and chewed up from how much you'd been biting it since you sat down. He wanted to kiss it, to tug it between his own teeth, to taste you on his tongue and trace every last inch of you.

"It's hard," Your complaint was strained, your thighs rustling together as you shifted your weight, like you couldn't decide if you should get up or stay there. He rolled your clit between two sturdy fingers though, your jaw going slack at the sudden sensation, your eyes practically glazed over and mouth in a pretty little 'o' as you kept your focus on him.

"You can handle it," Choso reassured, like sweat wasn't pricking at his own brows, a few loose strands of his bangs starting to stick to his forehead. Still, he nodded back towards the screen, your attention reluctantly returning to the game. "Keep going."

Watching you through the camera while all the assholes in chat watched him fuck you, the comments that had been cruel before now filled with cheesy compliments (and a few crude ones too that he'd be sure to take care of himself later.)

Your movements were jittery, fingers hitting the keys at the wrong time, missing hits even he thought were easy, somehow managing to get turned around and lost. Your face all scrunched together when you skimmed over the chat for tips as if Choso's wasn't currently smashed against your cervix. You were close, your breathing uneven, everything squeezing so hard like the pressure was too much, the tension ready to snap at any second.

"Do, I, um-" You paused, your pitchy voice struggling to finish like you were too fucked out to remember what you were trying to ask in the first place.

All it took was one more rough drag of his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it was over, a moan you couldn't contain spilling out that, your hand flying over your mouth, attempting to disguise the sound as a cough while you scrunched your eyes closed.

"Feeling okay, princess?" He teased, muttering softly into your skin while your thighs trembled on top of his. The hazy look in your eyes, like you had half as many brain cells than what you came in there with.

"Just, uh, had something in my throat," You excused, sucking in a sharp breath while you squirmed from the constant stimulation. If you wanted something in your throat, he would be more than happy to oblige.

Anything for you.

"C'mon, baby, wanna try again?"

gf with a size kink x bf who constantly reminds her how easily he can pick up & manhandle her

CHUBBY BUNNY

sukuna x chubby fem reader

content: 6.2k wc, no curses au, mma fighter sukuna, kinda soft sukuna, established relationship, toy usage (vibrating buttplug), oral sex (m&f receiving), gagging w underwear, a hint of a praise kink, some after care mentioned, squirting, creampie, bunny costume, sukuna also calls reader bunny, there's a camera at one point, i wrote this forever ago. also, this was originally a two parter but i'm posting it together.

shoutout to @letstalkaboutfandomsbaby for being the brilliant mind behind this.

THIS IS 18 & UP CONTENT. IT IS NOT INTENTED FOR INDIVIDUALS BELOW THE AGE OF 18.

It always amazed you how Sukuna would come out of fights with barely a scratch on him. Of course, the reason is probably because his opponents barely landed a hit on him. Sukuna didn’t lose.

His lack of losing was, of course, a relief to you. As much as you enjoyed seeing him beat the ever loving fuck out of someone, you didn’t always enjoy how you had to wait through it. Recently Sukuna’s latest hobby is to make you watch his fights whilst a small vibrator just barely stirred up your insides. The small size and the low vibrations he leaves it on (at first) were never enough to actually send you over the edge or truly please you. You would sit through multiple fights, being at the edge but not quite close to passing it.

Sometimes if Sukuna was in an especially giddy mood he’d up the vibrations in between his fights. You always knew when, as his crimson eyes would meet with yours, despite the distance and distractions between you. His fingers would just lightly brush over the remote in his bag as he reached for his bottle of water. Despite expecting it, you’d still jolt from the sudden increase. Thankfully the people around you were too focused on making bets for the next fight to notice the muffled mewls and whimpers leaving your lips.

But today Sukuna had a different idea.

You have always been his chubby bunny, but you’ve never actually dressed up as a bunny before for him. So, as a prequel to Sukuna’s gift tonight, he bought you a vibrating buttplug with a bunny tail attached to it. The skirt Sukuna requested you wear was, as expected, short. It barely covered your behind, nevermind the buttplug which only made it shorter. So you sneakily stole his black reflector jacket he wore on the way here. It was already oversized on Sukuna’s large frame, so it easily covered your plump body — coming down to the middle of your thighs.

You left the zipper of the jacket open, knowing that your exposed cleavage was a treat Sukuna greatly enjoyed whenever he caught a glimpse of you. Sukuna has always been more of an ass and thighs man, but after his first night with you, he became a you man. All of you were perfect. From your chubby cheeks to your small hands and your plump breasts and your squishy tummy. He could never get enough of it. Every part of you just fit so perfectly into his hands.

The last fight had just come to a finish. While Sukuna went to collect his reward money, you made your way to his dressing room. Him being the longtime champion earned him a private dressing room. He also insisted on it and paid for part of its construction. The main reason for it was so that he could enjoy a quick meal after his fight before heading home. His favourite hobby is eating after all.

Of course, your journey to his dressing room was slow. Your legs were weak and shaky. Thankfully nobody noticed the falters in your steps. As soon as you got to his room you grabbed onto the edge of the marble counter to hold yourself up.

A sudden increase of the vibrations had you biting back a moan. That was Sukuna’s way of telling you to get ready.

You took off the jacket you stole from Sukuna and hung it on the coat rack, your legs trembling as you had to stand on your toes to properly reach it. Once that was off, you went and bent over the marble counter, a hand on each of your plump asscheeks, pulling them apart. The lingerie Sukuna had chosen for tonight was open at the back, allowing a sinful view of the bunny tail vibrating ever so slightly from how intense the plug was going. Your cunt was barely covered, only a sheer piece of fabric between it and the cool air.

You waited patiently, writhing and whining as the vibrations became even more intense. You had no idea how strong the vibrations of this plug could get, as it was brand new and this is your first time having it in.

A sudden tug and then push of the bunny tail had you moaning much louder than you had meant to. You were concentrating so hard on not making too much noise or cumming before Sukuna was there that you hadn’t even noticed him enter the room.

“You need to be quiet, bunny. You don’t want to get me in trouble, do you?”

You whined and shook your head, biting your lip to try and hold back your moans as Sukuna continued to grind the plug into your ass. He was grinning at how wet your panties were. He let go of the tail, which left you relieved and annoyed all at once.

Sukuna wasn’t all that gentle as he tugged your panties off. He balled the fabric in his fist before pressing it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Your scent alone could send him over the edge. “Open.” The command was vague but you understood. You released your lip from between your teeth and opened your mouth, doing your best to be silent. Sukuna promptly shoved the balled up fabric into your mouth. It will do well to muffle your cries. He knew well enough that you lacked the ability to be quiet whenever he feasted on you.

“Don’t you taste delicious, bunny? You prepared my meal perfectly.” He swiftly lifted you onto the counter and turned you onto your back. “Remember to not be too loud, okay, bunny?”

You barely got to nod when he adjusted the settings for the vibrator, putting it on its most intense vibrations. Your body jerked and you arched your back, little stars clouding your vision. The orgasm was intense. You could feel your slick juices drip from your cunt to your asshole. It made you shiver.

“Now, now, bunny. Don’t go spilling my meal before I’ve even gotten a proper taste, yeah?” You could barely hear Sukuna’s voice over the ringing in your ears. God, it felt good.

Sukuna watched you for a moment more before moving to his knees, letting his mouth be level with your dripping cunt. He first indulges in your juices, licking up what had spilled from you. You were still incredibly sensitive, so the not-too-foreign heat of his tongue against you made you jolt and squirm. This only amused your lover.

Sukuna squeezed your thighs before hooking them over his shoulder. His head was comfortably buried between your thighs and his face in your cunt. He wasted no time to lap at your entrance, neglecting your swollen clit for now. He’ll get to that soon enough. You had more than enough time. He had keys for the backdoor in case you were locked in.

The vulgar slurping from between your legs had you whining. The sound only turned you on more.

Your hands had long let go of your asscheeks and were tangled in Sukuna’s jelled hair. You personally preferred when his hair wasn’t jelled and hung all floofily over his forehead. But you never complained. He was perfect either way. Plus, you took pride in the fact that you’re one of the only people who gets to see his hair down.

You attempted to speak, to beg, but your words were muffled by the fabric in your mouth. You so desperately wanted his attention to be on your clit.

Despite no words having left your mouth, Sukuna understood what you wanted. And he wasn’t going to give it to you. Yet. “Patience, bunny. Don’t rush me.” It only amused him and encouraged him to neglect your clit even more. He tongued your entrance , savouring your taste with a groan before finally letting the warm muscle enter your cunt. He couldn’t help but moan into you. Your squishy walls spasmed around him as he curled and wriggled his tongue inside you.

You arched your back even more, if that was even possible, trying your best to keep your hips from rutting into his face. You knew he wouldn’t mind it, but it was just so embarrassing.

The vibrations of Sukuna’s moans into your cunt had a much more intense effect on you than the plug that was still in you. You had honestly forgotten about it until Sukuna took the liberty of reminding you — by twisting and grinding it into you.

The simultaneous stimulation of your pussy and ass was enough to send you into your second climax. You were crying at how intense it was. Your pretty face was a mess. The eyeliner you had put on was mixing with your tears and running down the sides of your face, leaving little trails on your skin. Tears weren’t the only wetness on your face, as drool had already pooled in your mouth and was leaking past your lips. The panties stuffed in your mouth were already much too wet to absorb any of your spit.

Sukuna glanced over at your face, barely lifting his tongue from your cunt. The sight of you was really testing his restraints. He wanted nothing more than to be buried balls deep in either your tight pussy or your pretty little mouth. But he held back. He’d enjoy both once you were home. Right now his goal was to abuse a third orgasm from your twitching cunt.

When Sukuna finally decided to give your clit the attention it craved, you were a sobbing mess in front of him. Your sniffles and whimpers made his cock twitch against its restraints. He took his time to tease your clit, running the tip of his tongue over it in painfully slow licks.

A loud, but muffled cry left you as you tugged at his hair, not bothering to care if he lost a few strands with it. He’ll live. But you felt like you were going to die. Your body was already beyond overstimulated and him taking his time wasn’t making it any better.

Sukuna groaned at your actions. He gave you no time to prepare as he wrapped his lips around your swollen clit, sucking it while still abusing it with his tongue.

You were so close.

Sukuna shoving two fingers into your eager cunt was what finally pulled a third orgasm from you.

Your body twitched viciously as he pumped into your cunt. The wetness from your newest orgasm caused the most sinful sounds to leave your cunt every time he thrusts his fingers into you.

All of your shame and embarrassment vanished and you pressed his face harder against you, grinding into him. He could suffocate to death for all you cared. He’d die happy if it meant dying with his face buried into your wet cunt.

Sukuna eventually slowed his pace and removed his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss. The man had to practically pry your thighs from around his head to be able to get up.

Once he was released from your borderline-deathgrip, Sukuna turned off the vibrations from the plug, and slowly pulled it out of your ass. He then grabbed a clean towel, dampened it with water from his bottle and carefully cleaned you up. He did wait a while, knowing that your wetness would be leaking from you for a while before it would stop. He was also kind enough to help you into a clean pair of panties that gave you proper coverage.

“You did so good, bunny,” he praised and took the soaked panties from your mouth. After using the towel to wipe his face, he wrapped the panties in it. He used a clean corner of the towel to wipe your mouth and face, being careful to not press too hard. “You tasted so good, bunny. I’m so proud of my bunny.”

He tossed the balled up towel to his bag before carefully lifting you to be seated on the counter. “Can you walk?” He wasn’t surprised when you shook your head “no”. You couldn’t even get the word out. “That’s okay, bunny.” He then helped you into his jacket, zipping it up. He didn’t want your warm body to be exposed to the cold breeze outside.

He slung both your bag and his over his shoulder before lifting you up, one hand beneath your ass to support you. His other hand was used to open and close any doors. His inhumane physical strength always amazed you.

Your lovers before Sukuna could barely lift your body to change positions. But Sukuna easily tossed you around as if you were a mere ragdoll.

Soon you were on Sukuna’s lap in the backseat of his car. Uraume drove you to yours and Sukuna’s shared loft-apartment.

Despite your protests, Sukuna carried you all the way up to your shared loft-apartment. After giving in you just buried your face in his neck. You were a bit worn out from the multiple orgasms you had earlier, so it would be wise to save whatever energy you have left. Sukuna’s stamina was monstrous and you knew he was going to fuck you soon.

Sukuna placed you on the bed, being uncharacteristically gentle with you.

“Come on, bunny. I have a present for you.” Hearing that, you regained some of your lost energy. You liked — loved — gifts. Sukuna knew it would have you perked up in no time, which is why he prepared it in advance.

“You can walk, right, bunny? Go freshen up in the bathroom while I get things ready here.” Sukuna took your shoes and socks off for you before letting you go. While you were in the bathroom, he prepared the little gift he had gotten you. He spread the items out on the bed, his lips pulled into a mischievous smirk. His favourite gifts to get you were the gifts that were indirectly for himself as well.

Sukuna heard the shower turn on and let out a small groan. He didn’t mean for you to take a shower. But he guessed it wasn’t too bad. He was also in need of a shower, so maybe this was you hinting at him to shower, too. After all, if Sukuna was in the apartment and he heard the shower turn on, it wouldn’t be long before he’d be joining you — regardless of whether he was on his way out or not.

As much as Sukuna wanted to get to the main course, which is your gift, he didn’t mind having another appetizer in the shower.

Sukuna tugged his clothes off, tossing it aside before joining you in the bathroom. “Why didn’t you tell me we were gon’ shower, bunny?” Sukuna wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. His cock pressing against the small of your back wasn’t surprising, but rather very arousing.

“Ryo, you’re smelly from all the fighting.” You turned in his embrace, hands resting on his chest as the lukewarm water hit your back. “The least you can do before fucking me is clean yourself up.”

Sukuna huffed at your words, leaning down to give you a kiss. “But you love my smelly self.” A grin crept onto his face. “But… if my bunny wants me cleaned up, you’ll have to do it yourself, ye’?”

You knew exactly what he was hinting at, but decided to play dumb. “Okay.” Your eyes closed as you smiled up at him. Before he could get a word out, you had turned away from him to grab a sponge and a bar of soap. The soap was a past birthday gift you had gotten him. It was scentless so that his natural scent wouldn’t get distorted. He wasn’t wrong when he said you liked the way he smelled. Of course, the lingering metallic smell from the fight wasn’t a favourite of yours.

You could see the smugness in his eyes vanishing as you started to rub the soap against his chest. You first coated his chest with soap before getting to scrubbing him clean. Despite his groaning and complaining about you scrubbing too hard, he stayed still and let you move him around to wash the rest of his body. The quicker he complied, the quicker this would be over with and he can fuck you.

“All done.” You pulled him under the flow of water to rinse him off. “If you wash my back I’ll give you a reward.” If you had been a manga character there would surely be a little heart at the end of your sentence. “You have to be thorough, okay?” You batted your pretty little eyes before grabbing your own soap and sponge and handing it to him.

Sukuna didn’t have it in him to protest so he just did as you asked. Of course, he’d have a bit of fun, too. He rubbed the slick soap between his hands, coating his hands with foam. He set the soap aside before letting his hands trail from your shoulders to your neck and then down your spine. He savoured the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingers. He made sure to slide his fingers in between the creases of your plumped skin.

You had been embarrassed of the rolls on your sides. But Sukuna quickly taught you that no part of your body is embarrassing. You have long since stopped being embarrassed of your body — especially in front of Sukuna.

Sukuna let his hands snake to your tummy, rubbing it carefully before making his way to your breasts. The slickness from the soap made his hands easily glide over your skin. A soft moan slipped from your lips as he — purposefully — pressed his fingers to your nipples.

“Ryo,” you whined.

“I need to clean you properly, bunny. Shh.” Sukuna took pleasure in teasing your nipples before continuing to coat you with soap, now using the bar of soap. Once he was satisfied with how soaped up you were, he carefully scrubbed your skin. He wasn’t nearly as rough as you’d been with him. You would never tell him, but you preferred the harsher scrubbing, as it made you feel cleaner.

Once finished, Sukuna let you rinse off before pulling you to him. His still very hard cock pressed into the softness of your belly. “My reward?”

You responded by palming his cock, leisurely stroking it. He had to bite his lip to hold back the moan. He has been holding back for quite a while now. You pressed a kiss to his jaw and continued littering his skin with kisses until you were on your knees, kissing the pretty pink head of his cock.

You were sure to keep eye contact as you licked over the small hole of his tip. Your hands were still pumping along his length as you swirled your tongue around the head. Sukuna has always been big and taking him into your mouth would leave your jaw aching for a good day or two, depending on how rough he decides to be.

“Don’t tease me, bunny,” he growled as you pulled away, tonguing at the tip once more. His eyes didn’t leave yours as you finally took his cock into your mouth. Your mouth felt so warm and wet around him. He couldn’t help but buck his hips ever so slightly.

You narrowed your eyes before squeezing the base of his cock, glaring at him. Sukuna got the message and did his best to stay still.

You still pumped the part of his length that wasn’t in your mouth as you started to take his cock in and out of your mouth. You could taste his precum. It aroused you. With one hand on his cock, you let the other slide in between your thighs and teased your clit. Sukuna noticed, obviously, but he didn’t stop you.

Your moans and whines vibrated around Sukuna’s cock, making him tilt his head back with a groan. His one hand was pressed to the tiled shower wall, while the other made its way to your cheek. His hand guided you with each stroke of his cock into your mouth. It wasn’t long before his eyes were back on you.

You felt his cock twitch and throb in your mouth, instantly knowing he would be close. The stroking of your clit and pumping of his length simultaneously picked up in speed as you took more of him into your mouth.

“Bunny, ‘m close.”

You kept your eyes on him, whimpering and moaning as your own orgasm crept up on you. You wanted to cum with him. As the precum increased in your mouth, you relaxed your throat and took his cock further down. Tears stung at your eyes as you took him in until the hilt. Your nose was pressed against the neatly groomed patch of hair above his cock. Your muffled moans and whines from your own orgasm was enough to make Sukuna release his seed down your throat.

The thick, warm liquid was easily swallowed, each gulp making your throat tighten around his cock. By now Sukuna was also moaning, no longer caring about repressing his voice. It was music to your ears.

You soon pulled away from him, his hand still gently cupping your cheek. Sukuna slid his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to check if you swallowed everything.

“You’re such a good bunny, taking my cock so prettily.” Sukuna helped you to your feet, noticing the redness of your knees. He was sure that there might be some bruising there soon. He made a mental note to not let you give head in the shower anymore — even if he desperately craved it.

His arms wrapped around you snuggly after he turned the shower off. He lifted you up with ease, hands beneath your ass. You let your arms and legs wrap around him. He didn’t bother drying you or himself off before heading to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed, your wet skin dampening the duvet.

“Your present.” Sukuna nodded towards the assortment of items and the poofy white selkie dress next to you.

You gasped, not noticing anything other than the puffy dress. “Ryo!” You excitedly jumped up into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I love it!” You peppered his face with kisses.

Sukuna had to stop himself from smiling at the attention. His hand cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips were in a pout. “I want you to put it on so that I can fuck you out of it, okay?”

His words made your cunt become slick with arousal. You nodded and turned to grab the dress once Sukuna let you go. Only after lifting the dress did you notice the (new) bunny tail buttplug and the bunny ear headband. There were also a few other items. Your eyes went back to the bunny related items before you turned to Sukuna, whining.

Sukuna immediately quieted your whine as he took a hold of your face once more. “You’re my bunny, right? It’s about time you played the part properly.”

You nodded, knowing any protests right now would only anger Sukuna. He would never hurt you, but you didn’t want to upset him. And if you really, genuinely didn’t want to do something, you had a safeword that you could use. You were more embarrassed about this whole thing than unwilling to do it.

“You aren’t allowed to look when I put it on.” Your words came out a bit muffled as he still had your face squeezed between his fingers.

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed but he nodded. He let go of your pace, placing a kiss on each of your cheeks where there were barely visible red marks. He hadn’t meant to squeeze so hard. He looked your body over once more, taking in every curve and detail of you before turning his back to you. He cleared his throat, crossing his arms. “Be quick.”

Your eyes lingered for a split second on his muscular back and ass. You loved his ass.

You were quick to get your body into the selkie dress. It fit perfectly. Thankfully your skin had dried by now and the dress didn’t get wet. But you weren’t sure how long the dress would stay dry… You first put the headband on, using it to keep your unruly hair out of your face. Your hair had gotten a bit damp in the shower and as a result had poofed out a bit, much like the dress poofing out around your figure.

You then pulled on the white fishnet stockings, knowing damn well this will be the only time you wear it. Over the stockings you slipped on the white socks that came just below your knees. The soles of the socks had pink paw prints on it. Next you took hold of the bunny tailed buttplug. You leaned over the bed, one hand supporting you while the other pressed the plug into your asshole. It went in rather easily due to the previous plug you had worn earlier. You still let out a gasp as it was finally inside you.

“No peeking, okay?” You glanced at Sukuna once you were back on your feet. He grunted in response. You looked back to the bed, noticing the last item to put on was a collar. It was a white faux leather collar that had soft inner padding to not chafe your neck. You always appreciated the small details that Sukuna would make sure of. The collar had a heart shaped tag hanging from the front. You checked the tag, blushing when you noticed what was engraved into it, “DADDY’S BUNNY”. You quickly put it on, embarrassed.

Once you were sure you were done, you carefully snuck over to Sukuna. You couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed and squeezed his bare asscheeks. Sukuna jerked forward in surprise, glaring at you when he turned. He hated it when you did that. But you loved it.

His glare soon vanished and instead a look of lust replaced it. He bit his lip, a hand cupping the side of one of your breasts. He let his thumb run over the bare skin of your cleavage, which the dress so expertly showed off. He soon pulled you closer and placed a kiss to the crook of your neck. “I want you to model it for me, okay? Show me all of it, bunny.”

You let out a whine but your complaints never left your lips as he silenced you with an aggressive kiss. His one hand gently squeezed your neck, making you gasp. He took the opening to slide his tongue into your mouth. He could still taste remnants of himself in your mouth. It made his cock throb.

You were panting to catch your breath once he broke the kiss. He gave you a slap on the ass. The layers of fabric dulled the impact on your skin, but it didn’t do much to stop the plug from pushing into you. You bit back a moan and moved away from Sukuna.

He shooed you towards the door, where your little catwalk was supposed to start, and plopped down on the bed. He leaned back, a hand pressed into the duvet to keep himself up while his other hand palmed his cock.

Your cheeks were red with embarrassment as you walked towards him. Despite the embarrassment, you kept your head high and played into the role.

Sukuna’s eyes didn’t once leave you as you came closer. The jiggle of your tits made him groan. He couldn’t wait to suck on the plump skin there. His eyes trailed to your thighs. With each step the dress fluffed up and he would get a glimpse at your pretty folds. He bit his lip, remembering how his face had been buried between those pussy lips not too long ago.

Once in front of him, you did a quick but careful twirl. The dress lifted with the motion and Sukuna got to see the bunny tail. He had almost forgotten about it.

Before your little twirl ended, Sukuna whistled. He sat up, slowly clapping his hands in a form of praise.

This only furthered your embarrassment. “Ryo,” you whined, “this is embarrassing.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

Before you knew it Sukuna’s hands were cupping your face, one on each cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed, bunny. You look fucking hot.”

“I look silly–”

“The hell do you mean, “silly”? You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Sukuna gently let his thumbs stroke circles against your cheeks, humming. “In fact, you look good enough to eat.”

The glint in your eyes made a new wave of wetness leak from your cunt. “Ryo–” You couldn’t finish complaining as Sukuna lifted you up and palmed your ass.

“I’m hungry, bunny. You’re not going to let me go hungry, right?” Sukuna laid back onto the bed, you placed on top of him. “Come sit on my face. I just need a quick taste, okay?”

“But… Ryo.” You pouted, but listened. As much as you wanted to sit on his face, you’d much rather sit on his cock right now. He’s been depriving your cunt of his cock all night now. “I want you inside me already.” You rolled your hips, letting your wet cunt smear your slick on his lower abdomen. “Please? You can have me for breakfast, okay? Right now I need you inside me.”

Sukuna’s eyes darkened. He had wanted to make you cum in his mouth at least once more, but he couldn’t resist your begging. “Fine, bunny. But you have to do the work yourself, okay?” Despite his words, he did help you out by ripping the fishnet stockings to give him better access to your cunt. He also gave the plug a push, making you moan.

“Ryo, babe~!” You moaned his name as you rutted against him. You reached your one hand between your legs once you were properly hovering above his cock. You carefully guided his cock into you. You couldn’t stop the moans from leaving you as you slid down his cock. The stretch made you see stars — it was an even more snug fit due to the plug in your ass. You had barely adjusted to his size when the plug suddenly started vibrating.

“You didn’t think I’d forget about my bunny’s tail, did you?” Sukuna waved the little remote in front of you. He was fighting against every fibre of his being to not moan or to buck into you. He could feel you squeezing around him from the new stimulation. “Hold the dress up so I can see your pretty cunt.”

“Ryo,” you whimpered out his name before obeying. You balled the fabric of the dress into your fists and held it up, but made sure to not cover your cleavage.

Sukuna didn’t up the vibrations, setting the remote aside before resting his hands on your hips. “You look so good when you’re taking my cock.” He didn’t give you much time to get used to the vibrations before he started to bounce you on his cock, hands squeezing your flesh. Your cunt clenched as you imagined the bruises that you’d have there soon.

“Fuck, bunny, you’re gonna cum on my cock soon, ye’?” His hands didn’t let go of you, continuing to move you up and down his length as if you were a mere toy for him to use.

You couldn’t form any words, just moaning in response. Your cunt has been sensitive from the multiple past orgasms you’ve had. Sukuna didn’t even have to give any attention to your clit as you came undone on top of him. Your juices dripped down his cock, encouraging Sukuna to pick up his pace.

Sukuna was grunting and moaning beneath you, too, pounding up into you. The continuous abuse of your cunt was about to send you into another orgasm. But Sukuna pulled you off of him before you reached it. You let out a cry of protest and displeasure at his actions, but he ignored it. Instead Sukuna rolled you over, him above you now.

He easily tossed you onto your stomach. He wasn’t gentle as he ripped the selkie dress from your body, opening the zip first before just ripping the rest of the fabric. This would’ve infuriated you if it wasn’t for the fact that you so desperately wanted to cum again. You were too fucked out to care.

Sukuna lifted you by your arms and held you against him. He took the plug out before ripping the stockings further and burying his cock back into your cunt. He pushed the dress off of you by the sleeves before he hooked his arms into yours, keeping you in place. Then he started.

His thrusts were vicious. He pounded into you, the slapping of his skin against yours filling the room, but your moans and cries easily dulled it out. You were close, again.

“Ryo, please touch me.” You turned your head slightly, trying to look at him. “Wanna cum.”

Sukuna couldn’t resist your pleas, unhooking his arms from yours. He wrapped his one arm around you, giving your breasts a lift. His other hand was quick to reach your cunt. He slipped two of his fingers between your pussylips, spreading them to expose your swollen clit. Thanks to the mirror on the wall in front of you Sukuna could easily see what a mess he’s made of your cunt.

He squeezed your clit between his fingers before he started to tease the sensitive nub. The hand that was holding you up quickly moved to cup one of your breasts. “You feel so fucking good, bunny. You’re such a slut, squeezing me like this.”

You didn’t — couldn’t — respond to him. You were seeing stars as you closed in on your next orgasm. Tears were streaming down your face, your body twitching as you squirted. Your arms moved to grab onto Sukuna somehow. Your nails dug into his skin — you weren’t even sure what part of him you were touching. You just needed to hold onto him. It felt like you’d float away or disappear if you weren’t holding onto him.

“Fuck, ‘m close.” Sukuna moaned into your ear from how tightly you were squeezing him.

“Face, wanna see you.” You barely got the words out, but Sukuna understood. He pulled out, not wasting any time as he turned you around and fucked back into your cunt. You fell back onto the bed, pulling Sukuna with you.

His thrusts became more aggressive, his hips knocking into you so hard that you could practically feel the bruises forming. Sukuna used a hand to fondle one of your breasts, pinching and teasing your nipple. His other hand was busy abusing your clit again. He wanted you to cum just once more, with him. His lips were on your in no time, devouring you.

It wasn’t hard for him to pull an orgasm from you just as he reached his own climax. His seed flood into you, filling you up and making you moan into his mouth at the warm sensation. Despite his orgasm, Sukuna kept rolling his hips into you. A creamy ring formed around his cock as it moved in and out of you.

Sukuna was the one to break the kiss, pulling out of you at the same time. He stayed on top of you, panting and trying to catch his breath. You weren’t in any better shape. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to get oxygen into your lungs.

Once he steadied his breathing, Sukuna pushed himself off of you, sitting back to admire his work. His seed was dripping from your twitching cunt, soiling the duvet. “Now, now, bunny, don’t waste my gift to you.” Sukuna used his thumb to push the line of semen running down your skin back up and into your hole. “You keep it there, you hear me?”

You didn’t respond, just panting. But you obeyed, doing your best to keep it inside.

Sukuna was out of your sight for a moment before returning, holding a camera. “Look at me.” You weakly lifted your head, eyes trying to focus on the camera but your vision was blurry from all the crying. The flash made you wince. Sukuna then knelt down, pressing your legs up one at a time to expose your pretty cunt more.

He parted your pussylips, taking another photo. Each flash made your cunt clench. You were embarrassed but it also turned you on immensely. The final shot was of his middle and ring fingers spreading your hole to let his seed, mixed with your slick, drip out of you.

Once he was satisfied, he set the camera aside and lifted you into his arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, bunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as he carried you to the bathroom. You were too fucked out to respond or do anything.

END NOTES

i think i wrote this in, like, feb 2022 ?? so a while ago. apologies for any mistakes. i do not have the energy to read all this again.