happilyshadowyarcade

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not my whole ass tiktok fyp talking about how sylus is too soft. y'all really forget that this man is soft when around MC, i can't wait until they give us more Onychinus content to shut these dumbasses up.

i will forever die on the hill of that this "a man who holds his beloved like they are his most precious treasure in the world and she will hold his bloodstained hands" trope. bite me

Welp. Guess I'm also going to write a summer getaway fic *:ﾟ*｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`)

Credit: @/17_jyt on Twitter

⁺‧˚ཐི⋆✧⋆ཋྀ₊M1SS10N 03: 0H EW, HE REALLY 1S A NASTY D0G!! ༻⋆. °⛧

⁺‧˚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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Using his own words at him😼

Mc in Lingeries, Li addition

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.

❀ In which Nanami is put to the test by his insatiable, pregnant wife

Kento’s libido has always paled in comparison to his wife’s. That isn’t to say he can’t keep up or doesn’t, far from it. You may start the fun, but it’s he who ends it with you drooling, limp, and buzzing behind the eyes, barely able to even mumble a ‘thank you.’ 

It’s probably more apt to say that his libido only awakens when yours does, whether it’s from your light touches, the mischievous glint in your eyes, or low, sultry whispers in his ears — everything you do and say sparks his sexual spirit. You even joke that he’s wife-sexual and he doesn’t argue against that. 

But these days, he’s starting to question whether there are limits to his appetite and whether you have any at all. 

Now washing the dishes always ends up with your soft, protruding belly pressed against his back and your arms roving his front. You muse about how amazing his muscles look from the back, how broad his shoulders are, and how his hips seem to be getting narrower and narrower (it’s impossible, of course, but you're adamant). With his hands still sudsy, he knows he can’t sate your desire with his fingers alone, so he gets down on his knees, keeps his eyes on yours, and tastes you on his tongue until you tap out. 

Returning home from work comes with surprises too, usually involving his wife on her knees wearing nothing but the ring he kisses every morning and every night. Driving anywhere, for example, involves some heavy petting during traffic or, when you cannot possibly wait any longer, parking somewhere obscured and having a quick and steamy romp in the backseat. 

Or two. 

Up till now, he’s managed rather well; every needs you have are met and expeditiously, even before you were pregnant and especially so now that you are. But, when he wakes up, dazed, confused and with his cock being sucked and slobbered on, he’s met with your adorably round eyes and shiny, swollen lips wrapped around his equally swollen and plump cock, as he pulls the covers away. 

“Oh, s-sweetheart. It’s late. Did you get -hah- antsy again?”

You nod, cheeks hallowed to slurp on the bubbling pre-cum at his tip. He groans, head thrown back and blond hair spilling all over his pillows. His darling wife isn't the greatest in the kitchen or reading the room, but good God, are you amazing at bringing him to his knees? 

Inspirational, really. 

Cooing, he brushes your hair out of your face and sends a shaky smile your way. “F-feeling empty, my love? Lonely? Come up here, sweetheart. Let Ken take care of you.”

A pout graces those lips he loves so much when you nuzzle his palm.

“I’m sorry to wake you, Kenny. I really tried to hold back, I swear! It’s just like a craving, y’know?”

He’s got you straddling his lap soon, your huge shirt framing your larger-than-normal body, the neckline slipping off one shoulder, and nipples pebbled under the thin material — you look nothing short of the embodiment of temptation, the paragon of seduction.

“What did I say before? Hmm?” A thumb begins rubbing circles over your clit, concealed behind soaked cotton and it squelches under his touch. You’re both breathless, moving slowly, gently, lovingly in the dark like you have a million times before and will a million times after. “You can always come to me for your needs. I’d resent myself if I ever made you feel embarrassed or alone in this pregnancy. Every high and low, we face it together, remember?”

Growing more and more hungry, you find yourself no longer grinding down on his hand; instead, you’re gripping his length between your pussy lips, sharing in the wetness and seeking to hear more of his low groans as if it fuels you. “Ngh, Ken, I know. You’ve been so good t-to me; I just feel bad asking for more when you’ve —fuck, I’m gonna cum!— g-given me everything.”

These days you're more sensitive than usual and it's maddening trying to go easy on your poor cunt when his eyes are rolling back and his cock seems to have grown a mind of its own as it pounds your clamping, sloppy inside. Overstimulation is a common theme now and it's a bother to hide the twitch of his lips when you cry from your fifth orgasm in an hour with the end nowhere in sight. He never thought he'd like to see tears trail down your cheeks but this pregnancy's rewiring everything in your bodies.

“Have I not done a good enough job of making sure you know —that’s it, sweetheart, grind down on me, ah, s-such a good girl —e-everything that’s mine is yours?”

Gasping and whining, you admit, “Yes! Yes, you have.”

“And how m-many times—“ He groans, voice deepening into a growl, sounding almost angry that you need yet another reminder of your place in his life. “— have I told you that you don’t need to -hah- a-ask? That you can t-take from me whatever you like, whenever you like.”

Sweat is beading down your body, thicker thighs pushing through the ache from grinding down on his cock. His huge hands, safe and warm, are pulling you down. Kento’s perceptive eyes see the way they quiver with your feeble attempt to keep most of your weight off of him, but what you don’t know is that he can take it. That he doesn’t mind. That he craves your complete and utter reliance on him. 

“All the time!”

Needlessly worried about the growing heaviness of your body, he takes every opportunity to remind you that he doesn't work out for aesthetics. All that he does is intended to make you happy and he knows how much you love the burliness of his body, the strength in every limb, every muscle, and every flex. Sometimes, he puts on a show just to watch you press your thighs together.

“Then please act like it,” he hisses. “Please, just use me without hesitation. Fuck, d-don’t even bother with pretences. Just slide my —God, you’re so wet, s-sweetheart— s-slide my cock inside you and ride me till you cum. Until you’ve had enough.”

Your husband is close, too. His abs, sharp and well-defined, are tensing up, and the veins in his arms are popping with the effort to keep from cumming all over your sopping cunt before your cum drips down his balls. It’s crude, vulgar, downright shameful, he knows that. But you have a gift; you can drive him to insanity, to the very edge of reason, of self-control, dangling him right where you want him, sweating and babbling about another baby before you even had your first one, and then you pull him back to safety, and he returns as your husband and not your walking sex toy. 

"I wish you would just touch m-me without worry, my love. I hate to see you dig your nails into your own skin —your lovely, beautiful skin, so pretty and hnngh! all for me— b-because you're trying to hold back."

Mewling and clawing his clammy chest, you promise, "I will! I'll just take what I w-want. I'll k-kiss you and touch you and fuck you when I need to, 'kay, K-ken? Even when you're busy!"

"N-never too busy for you, darling."

Spasms wrack your body as he growls out, more to himself than to anyone else, "Never."

When you slump onto his body, shaking and mouthing adorations into the blond splattering of hair on his chest, he doesn’t even care that his orgasm was stifled. He can only rub your back reassuringly as he begins worrying about the pressure you’re applying on your belly. 

You laugh. “This pregnancy has changed you, Ken. You're just as bad as me, sometimes. Maybe your hormones are going crazy, too.”

He kisses your head, eyes crinkling at the corners and cock throbbing under your stomach from the sweet scent of you filling the air. “It’s only made me bolder, honey. More honest. Now, have you had enough, love? Should we get you back on your side of the bed? The doctors said you need as much sleep as possible and we have a big day tomorrow with our crib shopping, remember?”

Grinning ear to ear, you sit up again.

Kento recognises that glint in your eyes and he sighs. He's in for a long night.

“Are you insane? The night is still young, Kenny honey, and we need practice for baby number two, remember?”

Hooking your panties to the side for you, a chuckle leaves his lips, which he licks subconsciously, eyes drawn to the shiny lips slowly but expertly engulfing his cock, inch by inch. 

“I have a feeling we won’t be stopping at baby two tonight, darling.”

innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that

how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.

you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.

he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.

sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.

the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.

you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.

you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.

toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"

Men who cradle you after you cum, bringing you down from the haze of your own arousal with their thumb stroking your cheek and sweet kisses pressed between praises along your features. Soothing you like they’re not using their free hand to line up their cock for the next round 💗

ok but....thinking about big game hunter!Toji who is only in it for the thrill, stalking his target and catching them off-guard when they least expect it

anyone can shoot a gun, sure it takes some skill to get a clean shot, but him?

he prefers to use his hands, or a weapon with teeth to it, knocking the predator down a notch or two to show who's really at the top of the food chain

a weak little thing like you?

you were the bottom rung, something only good for stepping over

a creature of the forest, a pretty little wood nymph with fluttering lashes and a sheer dress that stuck to your hips just right, riding up your thighs to reveal your cute cunt as you bent over to examine the bark of a tree

and who knows?

maybe he just found his next prey

Gods I’m just such a whore for casual dominance. Hold my hand and drag me around, grab my chin and make me look you in the eyes when I talk to you, keep a hand on the back of my neck while we talk to our friends.

Thinking of how so much of dirty talk (to woman generally and by proxy my experiences) is often hinged on degradation or humiliation, and how I'm just so not into that.

I don't want you telling me what I am or how I feel, in sex or outside the bedroom for that matter either.

Those lines are easy to recite like a script from a porno and you're probably going to get me annoyed or piss me off if and when you inevitably pick the wrong catch phrase.

Now what I do enjoy is telling me how you feel. What you're thinking. Imagining. That is where the wires light up my skull right through to my crotch.

Want to rile me up? That's the way to do it.

Men who take the time to swipe the head of their cock back and forth over your clit before they sink into you, chuckling at the way it makes you shake and beg for them to put it in already 🥺

i love this book.

You don’t have to be rough all the time. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being gentle and taking your time. Slowly pinning them against a wall or the mattress, taking their hands into yours, and dragging them upwards. Kissing their neck and telling them how much you missed them. You don’t have to use any type of impact or force to show them who’s in charge. Could easily just grab onto their pretty jaw to show who’s leading. You don’t need to immediately start thrusting into them with all you got, chill and take it slow. Run your hands up and down their body like it’s the first time you ever touched them. Smother them with non stop compliments. Take it slow and watch how when you’re being completely gentle with her during a scene, she feels completely safe and ready for you to lead her into a night she won’t forget.

sitting on caleb’s face (insp by this tiktok audio)

who would’ve known that your boyfriend with big yearning, amethyst eyes would have the most unfiltered mouth? it came to you by surprise when one day in the middle of watching a movie, you caught him fixated on you and lost in thought.

“are you okay caleb? you look like you have something on your mind.”

he gave you a smug smile. “sit on it. i want you to sit on my face.”

you were taken aback, thought he was joking even. he lifted you by the hips and hovered you over his face. this was the first time he has ever ate you like this, so you were anxious and didn’t want to suffocate him or anything. as if he could read your mind, he reassured you with a squeeze.

“cmon pipsqueak. don’t be shy. stop hovering and just fucking sit on it. like a chair.”

“but-“

“don’t ask me if i can breathe, i want your full weight on my tongue now.” using his evol to sit you down fully onto his face and also using it around your wrists so you couldn’t run away from him.

if there was a way he wanted to go out, this was his immediate answer. no hesitation.

Touch my girl and i will throw you into hell

innocent girls that turn into sluts for no one else but you

⟡ ݁₊ .٠࣪⭑M1SS!0N 01: NASTY D0G!! NASTY D0G!!✧˖°.

—.٠࣪⭑SYNOPSIS Why do all your panties keep disappearing? ‘N’ why does Caleb keep sneaking out of your room when you're gone? ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

—.٠࣪⭑GENRE smut, porn with little plot —.٠࣪⭑PAIRING Caleb x chubby reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read this tho) —.٠࣪⭑WORD COUNT 5.9k

—.٠࣪⭑WARNING fem!reader, sexual content, pwlp, grammar error, NO spoilers, panty stealing, pet names (pipsqueak idc, little apple, baby), masterbation, switch Caleb, msub to mdom, oral (male & fem), marking, a lil orgasm denial, degrade ‘n’ praise, face fucking, clit spanking, cum drinking, perv! Caleb, fingering, squirting, face down ass up, spanking, breeding, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it)

A/N I’m here to finally feed the Caleb whores <3 (me too, babe)‼️‼️Sexy reminder, my request box is open soooo.. drop ‘em off..

It’s already been a whole week since you’ve noticed that a considerable amount of your used panties have suddenly disappeared without an explanation! Every night, once you finally come back from work, you’ve noticed that some of your cutesy panties have vanished. 

And they are all conveniently your favorites, the dark red, lace, flimsy, cute lingerie that constantly rides between your asscheeks. 

Regardless, they were super cute! There could only be one person who could be behind such a nasty and vile crime. Caleb. 

Your childhood best friend, who you definitely do not have the hots for him, who is now your roommate. You rarely see him leaving the house, though, occasionally you have to force him to leave the house to go to the grocery store when you’re too lazy to do it yourself. Especially when you’re called into work, he never leaves, as if Caleb waits for you to leave to sneak into your room, he must be the one stealing your lingeries! 

Yet again, you were called into work. This time, you were there much longer than you expected. You are beyond exhausted, body tired from having to carry yourself in heels. Plus, work has been so stressful and tiring, you desperately need to relax.

Oh, you can not wait to finally yank off your heels! You’ve been stumbling around this whole time! Your poor legs screaming and crying for a break. 

Eventually, you arrive at your home, the sun long gone. When you push open the front door, it’s uncharacteristically quiet. Normally, Caleb would be relaxing on the sofa or cooking your favorite meal in the kitchen to pass the time while he waits patiently for your arrival like a puppy.

Well, except for the frequent grunts and groans. The sounds are muffled, coming from further into the house. The grunts, groans, and huffs were deep, raspy, low, and rather pleasant to your ears. 

You reach down to slide off your heels from your sore foot, inhaling sharply, shivering in delight and moaning in approval. You attempt to ignore the questionable sounds, marking it off as Caleb working out. Many occasions you would accidentally walk into Caleb rooms, catching him during his workout.

But, he usually works out earlier, never this late. Not that you were complaining, far from it. Accidentally walking inside Caleb’s room, seeing him wearing nothing but a black tank top, his body and shirt glistening with his sweat. 

The salty liquid trickles down the curve of his muscular body, making a mess beneath him. His cheeks would be rosy red, sweat dripping down his forehead, lips parted slightly as he breathed heavily, his brows furrowed in concentration. He spends a considerable amount of time working on his biceps and thighs, you must admit, they look absolutely ravishing. 

Caleb’s body is very defined, well built, massive, definitely on the stronger side, and taut. He could definitely manhandle you. He is a beefy guy, there is no way around that fact. You try not to think of your dear roommate like that, how improper of you. 

But fuck, would you do absolutely anything to get your greedy hands on him. You slowly walk through the hallway with shaky legs, stumbling from how sore they are. The sounds only get louder and louder the closer you go.

His room was further down the hallways, yet, you stand directly in front of the room and it sounds like Caleb’s groans are coming from inside. “Oh fuck~ pipsqueak..” Caleb sighs breathlessly, voice muffle from the door being shut.

“M-Miss you so much..need you so badly.. hah-“ he whines, grunting. 

Oh. Oh, Caleb is not working out right now. You slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the gasp threatening to escape your lips, your teeth nibbling onto your bottom lip. You press your ears to the door, trying to hear him better.

You feel awfully hot. Your face flushed pinkish red, heat pooling to your belly. You feel flustered, embarrassed, felt like you were intruding Caleb’s.. self care moment.

“H-hate it when.. ooh~ you leave for work” Caleb groans, voice cracking slightly. 

“You have no f-fucking idea what you do to me..” he huffs, he sounded exhausted yet needy. 

That delightful heat in your belly pools to your cunny, you're painfully aware how turned on you are. You push your plump thighs together, grinding them together in an anguished attempt to ease that addictive throb between your legs. You can feel your poor clit throbbing, aching, buzzing, begging to be toyed with.  

You let out a quiet whimper, glancing down your body. Your nipples are hard as a rock, imprinted on your useless bra. Caleb must have forgotten to shut the door, letting you take a quick peek. You curiously lean closer, your eyes scanning the room in search of Caleb. 

The intense smell of sex knocks you, clouding your senses. Caleb is lying on your bed, sweaty and very much naked. His eyes are hooded, fogged up with lust, desperation, and heat. His cheeks are beaming red, fat sweat droplets dripping down his forehead. 

Caleb’s lips are red, parted slightly as he lets those divine sounds. Your gaze trails further down his body. His chest rises and falls hastily, glistening with his sweat. 

You glance further down, again. His cock is fucking big, thick, long, swollen, and hard. You can see Caleb has thin veins running up his shaft. 

His bulbous tip is angry red, precum leaking from his tip. Caleb’s cock glistens, shining from his own arousal. He strokes his cock up and down at a medium pace, his thighs tensing up when his dick twitches in his hand. 

That sweet heat pools to your cunt, sending strong shivers through your body. Your pussy flutters around nothing, begging to be filled with his fat cock. You swear, you can feel drool dripping from your lips. 

You lift your gaze back up to his handsome face, recognizing an awfully familiar lingerie pressed against his pointy nose. Caleb inhales sharply, goosebumps prickling onto his skin, letting out a soft pathetic whine. He lazily licks at the fabric, groaning in approval at the tangy yet sweet flavor of your pussy juices. 

Was Caleb that desperate that he turned to steal your lingeries to get off? He nuzzles his nose deeper into your pantie, inhaling your pungent and intoxicating scent of your cunny. “Fuck..” Caleb exhales. 

How do you even wear such a skimpy thing as this so comfortably? It’s so tiny, he doubts it’d be able to accommodate your pussy. If you asked, Caleb wouldn’t mind holding your pussy for you, being your own personal lingerie if you’d like. 

Caleb lets out a satisfied, loud groan at the thought of this. He strokes his cock a little faster, his breath shallow and labored. You can’t take this anymore, he’s teasing you without realizing! 

You push open your door quickly, relished by that frightened and ashamed look that crosses Caleb’s face. “Is this what you do when I’m gone? You know~ I was searching for my missing panties” you murmur.

“I didn’t think you were this nasty, Caleb” you tease, smiling wickedly at that nervous expression on his face. 

“So? What do you have to say for yourself?” You question, an brow arching up, inching closer towards him. 

“I-it’s now what it looks like, baby-“ He smiles anxiously, fearfully glancing aware from your piercing gaze.  

You hum in amusement, sitting beside him, watching him silently try to cover his hard cock with your blanket. You lift your hand, your fingers barely grazing against his insanely hot skin. Caleb gulps, his breath caught in his throat.

“If you wanted me that bad.. you could have just asked for my attention, Caleb” you giggle, your lips pressed so closely to his ear.

You push away his sweat soaked hair from his face, kissing his ear. You press a tender kiss to his lips, feeling him instantly melt from your touch. Caleb grabs your hips tightly, holding them like his life depends on it.

You pepper delicate kisses down his chin to his neck, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the man. You kiss his adam’s apple, feeling it throb under your soft touch. Caleb’s fingers dig into your fat hips, thick fingers digging into the chub. 

You press hot kisses up the middle section of his neck, further up until your lips are barely grazing his lips. “Oh, Caleb~ you really are so nasty, I like that about you” you taunt, teasingly leaning closer as if you were going to kiss him. 

Caleb tries to lean closer to press his lips against yours, only for you to push at his chest. You push at his sweaty chest, his back pressed against the bed. You snatch your lingerie from his hands, tossing it to the corner of your room.  

“Baby-“ Caleb trails, your fingers silencing him. 

“Shh, let me handle this” you tut.

Caleb’s tongue licks at your fingers, his eyes fluttering shut, lapping at your digits. You pull away, pressing warm kisses down his pecs, abdomen, all the way down to his swollen cock. It twitches in the air, begging for your attention only. 

And who are you to deny him such pleasure? You never said you’d let him cum though, he has to learn his lesson somehow. You press a tender kiss to his tip, hearing his breath falter only encourages you to continue. 

You move to sit in a more comfy position for you, your thighs press beside his head. You spit onto your hand, smearing it onto his cock, stroking it up and down in a lazy manner. Caleb groans quietly, both of his hands holding your hips tightly. 

He bites at your thighs, eliciting a squeal of surprise from you. He bites at the fat of your thighs, leaving as many marks as he could. Caleb loves the way you moan in pain, it only feels his arousal. 

He tries to tug you down gently onto his face, huffing in annoyance when you don’t budge. Caleb tries again, still you don’t budge. And again, and again.

You huff, resting your clothed pussy against his eager mouth, shivering when he moans against your cunny. He presses a gentle kiss to your covered pussy, his tongue rubbing against the fabric of your shorts. 

You lick at his tip, rolling your tongue around the poor swollen tip. Caleb bucks his hips upwards, pushing his length into your mouth, summoning a gag from you. Your moan is muffled, sucking his big tip into your mouth. 

You focus on giving him barely any pleasure, boredly lapping at his tip. You know he’s desperate for more, but you won’t give him what he wants. You rest your hands on Caleb’s meaty thighs, nails digging into his skin when he tries to buck upwards. 

You roll your tongue around his poor tip, his precum tasty salty, tangy, yet still yummy. A shiver runs through your body, his tongue running against where your pussy is. Caleb is desperate, you almost feel bad for him, almost. 

You suck more of his shaft into your mouth, feeling him twitch violently in your mouth. A slick pop, his cock slipping out of your mouth, your spit trickling down to his base. From his bass, you lick slowly up, dragging your tongue against his base to his tip again. 

Again, you take his cock into your mouth, this time, sucking more to his length into your mouth. You’re trying your best not to gag around his dick, but it’s too difficult not to though! Caleb’s big, thick, and long, you’re struggling to take him fully into your mouth.  

Caleb grunts against your pussy, 

sending delicious vibrations through your body. You can feel his thighs twitch, tense, and contract around your hands. You bob your hand up and down his length, moaning and whimpering.

Your eyes fluttered shut, concentrating on sucking messigly on Caleb’s dick. His tip nudges at the back of your throat, earning himself a gag and whimper from you. You cup his swollen balls, they are swollen with tons of cum. 

Fuck, poor Caleb, he must haven’t been able to cum for so long. You feel him throb in your mouth, oh he’s so close. You continue to gag on his length, a wet pop, his cock lewdly slipping from your mouth. 

Caleb bucks his hips up, searching for the missing warmth of your perfect mouth. He was so fucking close, and you denied him! Caleb whines against your cunt, his tongue rolling against your covered, fat pussy lips.  

“Sorry, babe. I can’t let you cum, you have to learn your lesson~” you purr cruelly, seeing his dick swell, precum dribbling from his tip.

You tenderly kiss his tip, teasing him again after denying his orgasm. Your saliva drips down his shaft, coating his length in a thin layer of spit. You cup his cock, pumping his dick up and down.

Caleb throbs in your hand, precum spilling his tip. You let go again, giggling when his grip tightens around your plump hips. You press his tip against your lips again, sucking his length into your mouth.

Instead of only sucking half of his length inside your mouth, you take more. Caleb’s length disappears deeper and deeper into your throat, until your nose is pressed against his skin. His shaft is buried deep in your throat, precum dripping into your mouth. 

You gag loudly, shaking your head side to side. Your eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closed shut as you focus on sucking Caleb’s cock. Your tongue rubs against the bottom of his shaft, lapping and rolling your tongue. 

Your nails bite into his skin, surely leaving a crescent mark behind. You let him slowly slide out of your throat with a lewd pop, letting out gasps for breath. Your lips are swollen, red, glistening with a mixture of your spit and his precum. 

“Oh c’mon.. I’ve barely done anything” 

“Don’t cum-“ you josh, only to be interrupted by Caleb.  

Caleb flips the both of you, your back pressed against the bed. You grunt, eyes widening, your lips parted slightly from shock. He keeps a bruising tight grip around your thighs, keeping you pinned against the bed. 

“I think you’re the one who needs a punishment, little apple” He grumbles breathlessly, letting out a quiet chuckle when you squirm.

“You’ve been acting like a brat, nothing similar to the good girl I know” Caleb says with spite, proving your hips up with a pillow.  

He tears off your shorts and panties, tossing them to the corner. Caleb parts your thighs open, your folds spreading apart to expose your wet slit. Your cunny is glistening wet, pussy slick with your own wetness. 

“Mmh.. you're soaked, makes me think you are just as nasty as I am” He teases, chuckling when you whine angrily. 

“Not as bad as you are” you huff. 

You rest your hands by your side, spreading your thighs wider to give him the perfect view of your soaked pussy. Caleb’s breath hitches, his fingers peeling your pussy lips apart. 

“Well.. punish me then” you hum, whimpering softly when his hard cock pressed against your lip. 

Caleb hums, chuckling softly, finding humor in your courage and determination. “Open up then, little apple” Caleb encourages, groaning loudly when his dick slides into your eager throat. 

You moan around his length, digging your fingers into the bed sheets below you. Caleb only pushes half of his shaft inside your mouth and you're already having such a hard time, your throat convulsing around his length. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut, you don’t regret it all though. 

Caleb hums quietly, running a thick finger through your fat folds, your juices smearing onto his fingertips. He peers down at your wet cunny, your tasty arousal oozing from your fluttering hole. He spits onto your cunt, his spit dripping from your swollen clit to your hole. 

You mewl around his cock, his length disappearing into your mouth, buried to the hilt of your throat. You never thought sucking cock would be so.. addictive and pleasurable for you. You feel light headed, so obsessed with the way his cock twitches inside your mouth. 

Your toes curl up, you pussy clenching around nothing uncontrollably. You’re abruptly aware how painfully empty you feel, you need something inside your gummy entrance. Fingers, tongue, cock, anything. 

“Not talking so much, are we, pipsqueak?” He asks, grinding his teeth together when your throat tightens around him.

“F-fuck.. hah.. good girl” Caleb moans out.

Hearing him call you a good girl only fuels your desperation, heat pooling to your belly. You whimper, sending delicious vibrations through Caleb’s body. He grunts, his balls pressed against your forehead, so heavy with cum.  

You slide your hand against the bed, inching closer to your clit. You need something, anything to ease that painful, uncomfortable feeling between your thighs. Before you’re able to rub your clit, Caleb snatched your hands, peeling it away from your cunny.

He replaces your hand with his, rubbing yummy circles onto the bud. Your back arches off the bed, pussy clamping around nothing. Your throat constricts around his dick, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Caleb.

Caleb pulled his hips back, until only the tip of his dick was inside your mouth. He snaps his back, stuffing his cock to the hilt of your throat. Your eyes shoot open, tears springing in your eyes. 

He lets go of your thighs, resting his hand beside your side. His hand sneakily moves to your clit again, rubbing steady circles onto your clit. Caleb chokes out a moan, breathlessly chuckling when you attempt to squirm and flinch from the luscious pleasure. 

“Hah- d-don’t squirm away from me..” he groans, giving your clit a soft spank. 

Poor you, do you really think you’ll be able to squirm away from him? Caleb would laugh, if he wasn’t groaning and whimpering from how well you're taking his cock in your throat. He can hear you gagging quietly, the wet slurping sound of you sucking at his cock. 

Caleb keeps a steady yet shaky pace, sliding his cock in and out of your hungry throat, fucking your face as he would with a toy. Your cute gags and whimpers were music to his ears, making his balls tense up. Wet plaping sound fills the room, his balls slapping against your forehead. 

Caleb glides his fingers through your folds, tracing the ring of your gummy entrance. The obscure squelching sound of your pussy gushing around his fingers fills the room, along with the frequent gagging of your throat. He’s so close, his thrust getting more sloppy than coordinated, if it was ever.

His fucking your mouth as if his life depends on it, hitting the back of your throat. Caleb twitches and throbs inside your mouth, so close to finally being able to achieve what he wants. To cum.

You just had to deny him, teasing him and not letting him cum. Now look at you, sucking and licking his cock like a good girl. “F-fuck. Ooh~ your throat feels.. amazing, pipsqueak” Caleb chokes, grinding against your face.

You whine, gripping the sheets tightly, almost to the point you can hear it tear. Caleb lets out a string of moans, his hips twitching. His groans are only getting louder, his thrusts sloppy.

“S-shit.. gonna cum.. oh, baby~” He purrs, burying his cock to the hilt of your throat. 

His cock jolts, hot cum shooting into your throat. Caleb’s cum tastes sweet and yummy, or maybe you’ve gotten addicted to his taste. Your moan is muffled, you eagerly drink up his cum. 

Caleb lazily grinds against your face, groaning and panting. After a couple of seconds of grinding against your face, while rubbing your clit, he pulls his hips back.  

His dick slowly slides from your mouth, absolutely covered in your spit and his cum. Thin strings of spit connect his shaft to your lips. To Caleb, you look ravishing.

Your eyes are hooded, fogged, lips sticky with cum, dried tears in the corner of your eyes. Caleb’s cock jerks, shooting more of his creamy cum onto your cheek. You smile dumbly, scooping up his cum to lick it off your fingers. 

“Ooh~ fuck.. y’know, I think I like you much more when you don’t talk that much, pipsqueak” Caleb taunters, grabbing your thighs to spin you around to where your pussy was facing him now.

“Mmh? Is that so? Sucks to suck then, I plan on talking your ears off” you say between pants.

“And I thought you loved me, so mean..” you pout, licking off extra cum from your lips.

“Oh hush, Y’know I love you, baby” He scoffs, smiling lovingly at the cute pout on your face. 

“Well.. I don’t feel that loved” you mutter, glancing down at your dripping pussy, neglected.

“Why is that?” Caleb asks, not catching the look you send him. 

“A certain someone has been neglecting me..” you mumble, looking him in his eyes.

You keep eye contact with Caleb, slowly looking down your body to direct your gaze to your pussy. He follows your gaze dumbly, finally relaxing what you were implying. “Ooh.. ‘m sorry, I didn’t realize I was neglected you, baby” 

“Need me to clean you up?” He teases softly, running a finger through your slit.

“Ugh- Caleb I swear to fucking god, if I have to ask you again-“ you threaten, growing insanely impatient.

He chuckles, grabbing your soft thighs. Caleb peppers hot kisses on your thighs, teasingly nipping at the fat. He tosses one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing your other leg to your chest.

His hot breath fans onto your swollen cunny, sending delicious shivers through your body. From your fluttering gummy entrance to your swollen, his hot tongue darting between your wet folds. Caleb moans in approval at the tangy yet tasty flavor of you.

Caleb finally is getting a real taste of your tasty pussy, it’s definitely better than him lapping at your panties. You taste better than he could ever have imagined. You whimper softly, burying your fingers into his hair.

You tug, eliciting a pained grunts from the man between your thighs. Caleb slurps at your clit hungrily, sucking the swollen bud of your clit into his mouth. His tongue flicks and massages your clit, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Your jaw goes slack, your back arching off the bed. Caleb chases after your cunt, not giving you even a second to squirm away from his starving mouth. “N-no.. don’t squirm away from me, pipsqueak” Caleb tuts.

“Let me.. enjoy you” he mumbles against your clit, his breath blowing onto the flesh. 

He slurps at your clit, moaning loudly. “Fuck.. y-you taste even better than i imagined” Caleb says, his words being interrupted as he can’t resist the urge to lap at your clit.

He’s acting like a starved man who’s finally being able to enjoy a meal after countless years. Caleb trails a thick finger to your gummy entrance, his finger promptly plunging inside your fluttering hole. You squeal melts to a moan of delight, your walls immediately caving around his finger. 

It was only one, only one finger and your toes are already curling up. Caleb doesn’t seem to care, no, he seems to be entranced with sucking at your clit. His fingers easily slip inside your cunny, the slick you made giving him easy access. 

His finger plunges deeper into your cunny, stretching your gooey walls apart. Caleb curls his finger, his fingertips nudging against your g-spot. You yelp, face scrunching up in pleasure as you tighten around his finger. 

You wail, tugging harshly onto his hair. Eliciting a grunt of a mixture of pain and pleasure from Caleb, who slips another thick finger into your gushing pussy. “Ooh~ oh fuck!” You gasp, your thighs trembling. 

Your walls happily accommodate the stretch of his fingers, your arousal coating his digits in sticky juices. Caleb’s lips pulls away from your clit, focusing on finger fucking you. Your cunny is disgustingly loud, the obscure squelching sound filling the room. 

It doesn’t take you that long to get closer, the constant scissoring and curling of his fingers were too much for you to handle. Caleb quickly recognized that you’re getting close, it isn’t hard for him to notice when you're constantly fluttering and clamping around his fingers. He pressed his hand to your plump belly, applying a strong amount of pressure. 

His fingers slam in and out of your gushing pussy, your poor cunny clamping around him uncontrollably. Caleb’s fingers are curled, pushing against your g-spot with every push inside your cunny. Fat tears waters in your eyes, your bottom lip captured between your teeth. 

“Hng! O-oh god! C-Caleb!” You gasp.

“ ‘m gonna cum! Ooh~” you drool, jaw going slack.

“That’s right, cum f’me, little apple” he encourages.

You let out a loud cry, that heat in your belly swelling until it snaps. Your juices sprays from your pussy, the squelching sound of your cum gushing from your cunny. The iridescent soaked his hand and the bed, drenching the fabric. 

“Hng.. hah..” you pant, body trembling.

Caleb hums, a slick pop as his finger slips from your gummy entrance. He gently slaps your clit, summing a flinch from you. He’s a mess; face soaked from your juices, eyes clouded, eyebrows scrunched, and a dumb cheeky grin on his face. 

He keeps eye contact with you, licking your juices from his lips. “Little apple.. you taste so good~” Caleb mutters.

“Want more..” he sighs, sending you puppy eyes.

“N-no! Absolutely not” you huff, grimacing when he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth to lap your nectar clean off the digits. 

He pouts, grabbing your hips tightly, flipping you over again. Caleb guides your head into the pillow gently, eliciting a muffled grumble of protest from you. His hands trails from your head, to your hips, arching your back to where he got the best view of your pussy;  fully exposed fully to his hungry gaze.

And oh fuck, did you look absolutely ravishing. Your folds glistening from your juices, thighs shining from your own arousal. Caleb grabs at your plump hips, groaning, thick fingers sinking into the squishing chub. 

“Fuck.. I’m leaking so much precum everywhere..” Caleb murmurs to himself, pressing his bulbous tip against your slick folds. 

“And it’s all your f-fault, pipsqueak” 

“Y-you’re going to take care of me.. right? Take care of what you created” Caleb mutters, his voice softening.  

You whimper in response, nails biting into the pillow. He lets out a loud groan, his tip slipping into your cunny. You wail into the pillow, fat tears trickling from your eyes from the stretch. It was painful, yes, but it was still so fucking pleasurable. 

The way your gooey walls split apart, trying to accommodate his fat cock, felt so fucking good. You shiver helplessly, goosebumps prickling everywhere on your skin. You cave and clamp around his dick, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Caleb. 

It was as if your walls were eagerly trying to milk him dry, sucking him deeper and deeper into your cunny. More to his shaft disappears into your hungry cunt, the squelching sound of your messy pussy reaching your ears. You sob, chewing the fabric of the pillow between your teeth. 

His grip tightens on your hips, to the point it would leave an obvious bruise behind. You’ll definitely be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it. Caleb’s hand grazes down your back, your spine, fingertips barely touching your skin yet it sets goosebumps everywhere. 

He trails further down your body, until his hands are by your asscheek. Caleb grabs at the fat, gripping, fondling, and gripping the fat as if he was toying with it like a stress toy. More and more of his length sinks into your cunny, leaving an aching feeling in your belly. 

Caleb is so big and thick, you love it. You can feel him twitch and jerk inside your cunny, plunging the rest of his cock to the hilt of your pussy. “Oh f-fuck! L-little apple, y-you’re so tight-“ he stutters, breath hitching. 

His hips are flushed against your ass, hot and sweaty skin pressed up against each other. His bulbous tip is pressed so snuggly against your cervix, his shaft massaging your g-spots. Caleb pulls his hips back, until only his tip was inside, slamming his back to yours, plunging his back inside your wet pussy with a loud wet plap. 

With every thrust, his balls would knock and slap at your aching clit. It sends violent shivers through your body. Caleb’s balls are heavy and full, begging to coat your walls in creamy white. “Hmp! Mmhp!” You moan into the pillow, walls tightening around his length. 

“Hah- t-take it. Take it, pipsqueak” Caleb babbles dumbly, letting out a raspy groan. 

His thrust is erotic and lewd, his abdomen slapping against your ass. Your ass jiggles, bounces, and ripples with every thrust, it’s hypnotic. You wail loudly into the pillow, bucking your hips towards him, pushing your pussy closer to Caleb. 

Your toes curl up, the heat in your belly getting stronger and hotter by each rough pump. Caleb’s cock glides and massages your walls, eliciting such delicious muffled moans from you. If only he could hear you. 

He tosses his head back, exposing his adam’s apple. One of Caleb’s hands let go of your hips, pushing on your back, keeping your back arched. “A-arch.. oh god- your back.. m-more” he choked out a moan, your pussy unexpectedly clenching around him.

You can feel him twitch and throb inside your cunny, he’s just as close as you are. Your eyes roll back so far, you swear you can see stars explode in your eyes. “Hng! Y-your all mine! M-mine, mine, baby” Caleb babbles, the pleasure and blood must have gotten to his head. 

Caleb lets go of your ass, quickly slapping his hand onto the fat. You squeal, a pleasurable sting blooming on your poor ass. “Y-you’re all fucking mine, baby” he pants. 

His bulbous tip bangs against your cervix, his shaft twitching and throbbing inside your pussy. “Hng! C-Caleb..” you scream it or wh pillow.

Caleb drags you back onto and off his length, you’re unable to escape the mind numbing pleasure. “Oh fuck! Y-you feel so amazing..” Caleb gulps, spanking your ass again. 

You yelp, that heat in your belly is unbearably strong. Your toes curl up, eyes rolling back. Another spank, sending shivers through your body. 

“O-oh god! L-look at how -fuck, red your ass is” He groans, another rough spank on your poor ass.

He can feel you getting tighter and tighter, your pussy clenching around him so tightly. “Oh fuck-“ Caleb grunts, entranced of the way your pussy take him in and out. 

His cock is drenched with your juices, shining with your juices. Another spank, sending you reeling forward. Your body tenses, pussy fluttering uncontrollably around Caleb’s cock. 

You cum, hard. Those tears pour from your eyes, trickling down your cheek to the pillow. Caleb lets out a choked groan, your cum making a thin layer on his shaft. 

It’s sticky, sticking onto his abdomen. “Hng! L-little Apple.. you’re gonna make me.. cum” he moans, whimpering quietly. 

You can feel him twitch frequently in your deepest parts, his cock begging to cum. The obscure squelching and gushing sound of your pussy fills the room, it’s embarrassingly loud. The wet plaping and fwoping sound fills the room, his abdomen and thighs meeting your ass. 

“G-gonna breed you- you’re all mine!” Caleb says between gasps and groans, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. 

One, two, three thrusts were enough to throw Caleb over the edge. He groans, body trembling against yours as his hot cum shoots deep into your overstimulated pussy. You mewl, clamping around him tightly as if to try to make sure his cum doesn’t spill out. 

Caleb grinds against you, keeping his cock plunging deep in your pussy. His cock slowly slides out of your pussy, his creamy cum slowly trickling out of your cunny. He rolls you over again, laying you onto your back.  

You’re finally getting to see him, and oh fuck, does he look like a mess just like you. Caleb’s eyes are hooded, filled with desperation and need. His cheeks are rosy pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. 

He leans down, licking your breasts, teasing the bud. Caleb places wet kisses to the valley between your breasts. He presses hot kisses down to your belly, trailing further down to your sloppy pussy.

“Hng- what are you doing?” You hiccup, wailing loudly when his tongue dives between your folds. 

Fat tears roll down your cheek, body twitching from overstimulation. “C-Caleb! S’too much!” You protest, wailing. 

The pleasure must have made him dumb or he’s ignoring your whimsy complaints. Caleb laps hungrily at your pussy, targeting your gummy entrance. He slurps up  your cum, seemingly unbothered that he’s drinking up the sticky mixture of his cum too.

“Hng.. we taste so good..” be purrs, diving between your pussy lips. 

You sob, squirming around. Caleb grunts against your pussy, his tongue rolling up and down through your fat folds.

“Hah- I’m not down with you yet, pipsqueak..” Caleb huffs, his tongue dipping into your gummy entrance. 

“Hng! N-no!” You squeal, drool dripping from your lips. 

You’re already so sensitive, that heat in your belly builds up quickly. Caleb’s tongue swirls and wiggles, rubbing and massaging your walls. You buck your hips up, tipping your cunny closer to him. He hums, grabbing your ass.

Caleb holds you still, messily slurping at your cunt. You wail, clenching around his tongue. You gush around his tongue, making an ever larger mess. 

Caleb moans in approval, instantly drinking up your delicious nectar. “You taste so.. good, pipsqueak” he gasps, lips parted as he gasps for air. 

He hovers over your body, leaning closer to you. “Ngh! N-no!” You huff. “You’re so nasty!” You huff. 

“So you don’t love me anymore, little Apple?” Caleb pouts, sending you puppy dog eyes. 

You can’t take him seriously, not with a mixture of yours and his cum is dripping down his lower chin.

“I do love you..” you mumble, pretending to gag when he kisses your cheek.

“And no more stealing my panties!” You huff, attempting not to smile at the genuine shocked and offended look on his face. 

“Mmh, no promises, pipsqueak” he hums, resting his head on your sweaty chest.

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THE WAY HIS TOWEL STARTS FALLING LAWWWWWDDDD— 😩😮‍💨

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always have you over at his house the night before an important match. It helps with the stress he says.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always put on a TV show before you two settle into the couch for cuddles. Usually the cuddling session is a mix of him relaxing against you as you ask him questions about the match tomorrow.

"You packed an extra pair of shorts this time right? Remember what happened last time"

"yeah I did"

"Did you iron the clothes?"

"Uraume took care of it"

"That new protein shake your nutritionist recommended, Did you take it?"

"Already did"

"What about snacks during the game tomorrow? did Uraume-

"oh my god baby relax, it's all taken care of"

He says in somewhat of an annoyed tone as he pulls you even closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you. But deep down he loves it when you are concerned about him like this.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who insists that having a good time before the match tomorrow isn't a problem to him but you reject the offer firmly because you know how Sukuna gets whenever you two started something.

It always ends up dragging for hours so no, your bf needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who pouts slightly when you say no to him but decides to settle with the short make out session instead, better than nothing he thinks.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who teasingly steals few touches from your sensitive areas, clearly trying to rile you up but stops after seeing the glare you gave him.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who never seems to be the type to get much nervous before matches. Because of his Overconfidence? His never ending Ego? maybe. But his ability to stand strong in situations like this always makes your heart flutter.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always makes sure you get the best VIP seat to his match, You always need to be in the front lines where he can see you from clearly when he beat up his opponent back to his ancestors.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always find a way to bring you up in the Media press. Sukuna is widely known by the audience for being a down bad "simp" for his girlfriend as well as a complete disaster for his opponents.

"Mr Ryomen, Do you know there's a whole talk in the internet about you being a simp for your girlfriend? What do you have to say to people who spread things like that?"

"Keep spreading the truth I guess. The internet definitely needs it more"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who hurries back to his changing room and jumps straight into your arms. Despite your constant nagging for him to get patched up first.

"Baby did you saw the jab-cross I threw before he hit the ground?"

"Yeah it was Amazing Ryo!"

"I did good than the last match, didn't I?"

"Yeah you always do"

"Then I deserve way more than that cheap kiss you gave me earlier don't I?"

"Get patched up first you freak, Uraume's waiting"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who lets you both into his house as he holds your waist with one arm. He let go of your waist as he makes his way for the bathroom while murmuring something about showering first.

As he started to shower you turn on the tv with the intention of seeing the live match you saw today in the digital screen. And it immediately cuts to a interview Sukuna did just right after winning.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who seems enthusiastic as ever talking to the reporters about the match he finished and the opponent he defeated. Not long after he adds a little appreciation from his part.

"My manager Uraume helped me with a lot of stuff so I truly appreciate them. Also my girlfriend stayed up beside me every night when I practiced and supported me in everything, this win is hers as much as it is mine."

"if you're watching this I love you baby"

A warm feeling start to take over your chest as you hear his words. The man who's appreciated and idolized by millions saying these things so casually to you, you still can't get your mind around it.

Then the reporter use his luck to ask a risky question one more time.

"it's look like you two have a great relationship together, what do you think about marriage Mr Ryomen?"

To that question Sukuna doesn't respond but instead returns a well knowing little grin as he waves off the interview.

"Tch why did they ruin the moment by asking that, now it looks like he doesn't want to marry me" you said to yourself.

Just as you were about to leave to the kitchen to grab a snack, something shining inside the closet that Sukuna forgot to shut earlier catches your eyes.

Hidden by the cloth piles it was a little jewelry box that had familiar initials on top of it.

It was none other than yours and Sukuna's.

Wait..

No that can't be, Yeah maybe this is the earrings he wanted to give you before.

But much to your surprise the box opened up to reveal a gorgeous wedding ring. A big diamond you sure costed atleast 5 six figures alone sitting on top of it. Inside the ring you and Sukuna's initials were carved into it making it seem even more special to your eyes.

Your heart is jumping from excitement and happiness, everything about your life is starting to get better and better and you can't help but thank Sukuna for it.

You don't want to ruin the surprise he planned for you of course. So you put the box back to it's place and sit on the bed till he's done showering patiently but the stupid smile you had since earlier didn't left your face for once.

"Alright I'm done showering let's slee- what's with you?"

"What's with me? nothing Ryo"

"You're are smiling very creepily woman"

"Ryo that's mean! My smile is not creepy!"

"Yeah whatever come here, freak"

Sukuna says as he drags you closer to his side of the bed while turning off the bedside lamp at the same time. Your bodies intertwine with each other like it was always meant to be. Sukuna's hands wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

"Ryo?"

"hmm"

"I love you"

You can feel a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you too princess, more than anything"

Boxing Kuna is my favorite <33

No grammar checks though sorry :/

roommate! choso is being awfully mean! maybe he’s just jealous that you’re seeing other people after you’ve let him cum inside you how many times? </3

warnings dom! choso, fem! reader, mean/bully choso, breeding, possessive, unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, mentions of impregnating the reader and keeping her forever, implied free use, spitting in mouth, choso has a filthy mouth

“where are you going now?”

briefly, you glance up from the makeup palette in your hand. choso’s hard, darkened gaze catches yours in the mirror of your vanity. he leans against the wooden frame of your bedroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing you silently as you doll yourself up. you smile cheekily, patting your cheeks with blush.

“on a date.” you hum.

“with that loser?”

you scoff, rolling your eyes at his predictable bitterness. what a jealous fuck, you think as you turn away to fish for a tube of lipgloss. his feet patter softly as he creeps further into your girlishly ornamented room. an enervated sigh parts your lips when he plops a seat at the edge of your bed, sitting adjacent to you.

“is that what you’re wearing?” he muses. something unreadable mars his face as he reaches over, tugging at the thin fabric of your tiny silk dress. “bit much for a second date, huh?”

god, he is just so painfully in love jealous that it’s ripping him in two. he hates the way you smell, the way you do your hair, the way you giggle at everything. he almost can’t stand to watch as you play dress up for a man who doesn’t even fuck you properly—not to choso’s standards anyway.

after the first date you brought the man home, and much to both of your dismay, you were greeted with choso’s unwelcoming presence—a slender and shirtless frame sprawled across the couch like the damn man of the house. he held a can of soda and a glowering snarl that he hoped would ward the loser off.

but later that night, he could make out the sounds of your pleasureful cries as they bled through your bedroom walls. he felt sick to his stomach, but then he could hear the way you mistakenly moaned his name instead, and it ruined him. he stroked his poor, aching cock so angrily that night, nothing evident but you.

that loser wouldn’t push you up the bathroom sink and yank your panties down. he wouldn’t whisper horrible things into your ear while fingering that pretty, aching pussy. definitely wouldn’t rub your clit so sloppy that you’re begging to feel his cock instead. choso knows he’s the only man that will fuck you the way that slutty cunt deserves.

“does he know that you let me fuck you like a slut?” choso asks offhandedly. he’s mindlessly twirling one of your makeup brushes between his fingers, chin resting within the palm of his opposing hand. “and that you begged me to cum inside of you like what… an hour before your first date?”

you smooth your hands down your dress, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. choso is brash and bitter and impolite and you made the honest mistake of falling for him; now you can’t seem to get rid him. you’re addicted and he knows it—knows he’s the only one that’s ever made you cum, the only one that’s seen the way you really like to fuck.

“you should tell him,” he’s closer now, button nose pressed to your cheek, inhaling. “think he’d stay with you if he knew that his new little girlfriend was letting her roommate cum inside of her pussy, huh?”

“c— choso, he’s on his way, please.”

“he’ll just have to fucking wait then, won’t he?”

a big, cunning hand is spreading your thighs and cupping your bare pussy. choso gasps, utterly staggered by the sudden warmth of your sticky arousal and how it’s drooooling down the palm of his hand. you can’t help but to bite your lip, swallowing the pathetic little whimper that sits in your chest.

“were you gonna let him fuck you in this?” as one of his big hands trail beneath the fabric of your dress, you nod. “yeah? were you gonna let him pull your dress up like this and fuck that pretty little pussy?”

“yes,” it’s only a breath as you roll your hips into his hand, chasing that warm, delicious friction. “but i want it to be you… wan’ you to f-fuck me. he doesn’t touch me right.”

“i know, baby,” he coos, holding out his hands for you. “he’s a fucking loser, isn’t he?”

a loud, assenting whimper leaves you as you clamber over to him. choso grins widely, something wicked flickering in his darkened gaze as he pulls you onto his lap. he audibly inhales your scent before groaning into your skin. warm, calloused hands creep further up your dress, silky fabric bunching around your waist. you’re dizzy off of his touch, head spinning like a record as you arch into his embrace. god, you’re perfect like this.

this always feels so right and you hate it. you hate the way he smells, the way you let him touch you, the way he makes you feel. you hate how the palpable thud of your heart beats somewhere much deeper, much more aching. and you hate that he knows how to get you so fucking wet that you’re crying to feel his big, pretty cock inside of you.

“please just fuck me,” you’re just whining so perfectly for him while you impatiently fist the waistband of his sweats. “choso, please?” you sound hungry, much like your gaze and eager hands as you successfully bare his long, pretty shaft. “i want it… wanna feel your cock before he gets here.”

“yeah? you want me to ruin that pussy before you go? you’re so wet for it,” the entirety of his palm is sliding between your swollen, glossy lips and you shudder. “you missed my cock, huh?” the smile that cracks along his face is unmistakably possessive.

your arousal drips from his fingers like honey as he grips the base of his hooked shaft, indulgently slathering your essence down to his balls. another big hand claims your hip, forcing you up to hover over the glistening head of his cock, slick dripping. choso slaps his sticky tip against your sloppy entrance thrice before sinking deeeep inside of your cunt in one, mean thrust.

he holds you still, toned arms wrapped near possessively around your body so that he can fuck you in place. you’re swallowing all of his long, intentional thrusts, that pretty pussy sucking him in so fucking deep that you’ve forgotten why you even wanted to move on in the first place.

choso lets off a deep, gutteral moan while grazing his teeth over the column of your throat. he licks your skin hungrily, his tongue so hot and wet that it makes you tighten around him in a horrendous need. arousal drips from your perfectly stuffed cunt down to the fat of his balls as they slap against your ass in loud, audible plaps!

“you’re mine,” choso breathes, fingers latching to the nape of your neck. “forever, you hear me? you’ll never escape me,” he’s forcing your head back to mark up your throat. a hand pulls you closer, deepening your pretty little arch. “don’t care how many fucking men you bring over here… you’ll just have to explain to them why you’ve already got someone else’s cum inside of you, won’t you?”

you gasp, brows furrowing in arousal. “cho, you’re s-so mean,”

“and he’s too fucking nice… you don’t like nice guys, they don’t fuck like this,” choso’s thumb drags over your aching clit and you whine into his ear. “he will never fuck you the way i do. god, does he even know that you like to get fucked like a w-whore, huh?” his lips settle against the warm spot that pulses below your jaw. “do you beg him to fuck you harder? deeper?”

“n-no, fuck… c— chosooo,”

“probably fucks you like you’re made of porcelain—too scared to break you but little does he fucking know.”

choso’s hand closes around your throat and you moan, pretty eyes threatening to cross like such a slut. he squeezes the sides of your neck, slender fingers creeping up your jaw. the pad of his thumb is prying your mouth open and rivulets of drool cascade down his hand. he kisses you sloppily, groaning into your honeyed mouth while tasting your saliva. for a moment he pulls away, a shiny wisp of spit tethering your bottom lips together.

“open your mouth,” he mutters, squishing your cheeks.

and you do, that wet, pretty tongue lolling out so obediently while you wait for his next command. choso’s fingers are threading throughout the hair at your nape, drawing your head back. his darkened gaze catches yours, holding the cruel contact while spitting into your awaiting mouth. a nasty, guttural sound leaves him as he begins to suck on your tongue, kissing you hungrily.

you’re a wreck, crying and whimpering around his cock like such a nasty girl while he fucks you from beneath, muttering nothing but filth into your ear. he’s stretching you out completely, his long, curved shaft fucking to the very back of your sloppy cunt like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. and his hand are everywhere—wrapping around your throat, pulling at the fat of your ass, spreading you apart, and grazing over your hard, sensitive nipples.

“i wanna cummm,” you whimper. a cloud of dizzying arousal swirls in your tummy, your wet, aching pussy tightening around his cock so desperately. “wanna cum with you, please? choso, wanna feel your cum while i cum…”

“yeaaah, you want me to breed that pussy?” his cock throbs when you nod to him, balls tightening unbearably. “should just knock you up and keep you here forever… bear all my fucking kids, huhhh?”

the thought of bearing his children alone is what has you gushing down the length of his cock without warning. you’re gone, rutting your hips and arching your back like the greedy little thing he knows you are. you’re making such a mess, arousal trickling down to his balls, and it’s the feeling of your sloppy orgasm that has choso spilling a hot, syrupy load inside of your pulsing cunt.

“take it, take it… take all of my f-fucking cum, baby,” his hips stutter, breath hitching as he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck, hungrily biting your skin and growling. “you’re allll fucking mine—mine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to use whenever i want, yeah?”

choso nods your head for you, fingers digging into your cheeks while forcing your head up and down. pleased, he slips himself out of you to set you onto your bed, kindly pulling your dress back into place. a cruel smile plays his lips as you press your thighs together, knowing that his cum is leaking from your pretty little hole and surely staining the silk of your dress.

a loud knock at the front door makes you gasp, choso smiles.

“tell that loser i said hey.”

🩵Touya/Dabi with a Chubby!reader🩵

🩵Just the sight of you makes Touya's mouth water. As a man covered in rough scarring and staples, your soft curves and smooth skin take his breath away. That fat ass is a nice bonus too.

🩵He knows you have insecurities, so he'll take every opportunity to make sure you know how attractive he finds you. Whether it's complimenting you out of the blue, whispering the naughty things he wants to do to you into your ear or sometimes, he'll simply press his clothed, erect cock against your ass, so you can feel what you do to him simply by being in his presence.

🩵He's extremely protective of you. If he hears anyone giving you shit, hitting on you or doing anything to make you question your relationship with him, he won't hesitate to burn the source of trouble to ash.

🩵You call the bits of fat on the top of your jeans a muffin top, but Touya, of course, insists that they're love handles. "Just more for me to hold onto while I'm fuckin' ya, Doll" he'd always mumble while he kissed along your neck.

🩵He'll spend hours running his hands over every inch of your body. Stretch marks, bumps, rolls, curves, he doesn't give a single fuck, he loves every bit of it, every bit of you.

🩵He gets a lot of joy in slapping your ass to see it jiggle. It almost instantly makes him hard and your reaction always puts a smile on his handsome face.

🩵This man LOVES eating you out. Having his head between your thick thighs, his tongue inside you, it feels like a dream to him. He'd stay there all night if you'd allow it.

🩵Touya absolutely will not tolerate self deprecating comments. If he hears you being 'naughty' like that, you'll pay for it in the bedroom. He'll eagerly bring you to brink of orgasm over and over again, a lustful grin on his face as his strong, skilled hands work their magic between your legs. Touya will spend hours punishing your poor throbbing clit mercilessly, withholding your orgasm from you until you take back whatever awful things you'd said about yourself.

🩵He fucking loses his mind when you finally agree to ride him. It took some coaxing and convincing that you weren't too heavy and sure enough, you aren't, as you sink down on his thick cock. He takes you by surprise when his strong arms lift you and drop you back down like you're nothing, making you both groan in ecstasy.

🩵Touya is convinced you're the best cuddler on the planet. Not only does he think you're so soft and cute, but your curves are perfect for resting his arms in as he wraps them around you to pull you closer. You may see yourself as flawed, but he knows your beautiful and as long as he's with you, this man is on cloud nine.

I don't make the rules, Sylus and Caleb smile when they cum :/

Sylus gets this super sharp and fucked out grin on his face, he tries his best to keep his gaze locked with yours but you make him feel too good for his eyes not to just roll into the back of his skull. He'll bite his lip hard enough to nearly break skin and let out a breathless chuckle that'll either be even deeper than his usual tone or just a tad bit higher. And if you wrap your fingers around his throat right before he finishes, it'll never fail to get a slutty laugh that fades into an even sluttier moan. It's a smile that's just for you and you alone and he loves it that way.

Caleb is an absolute mess. His hair is all in his eyes and he's flushed completely down to his chest and he's holding onto you just tightly enough that he'll definitely leave bruises but not hard enough that you'll break. He's got this soft and absolutely stunning smile that just screams "I've been waiting for this for so long"- you can see the relief and absolute ecstasy in his face. He's borderline giddy. And he won't shut up about how good you're making him feel and how good you're doing or about how much he's wanted to do this- how much he's fantasized about you. He'll 100% let you snap a quick pic of him so you have a little reminder of "how happy you make him".

Nanami Kento, who enjoys it when you tug on his tie, forcing his mouth back to yours as you bounce frantically on his lap, chasing your high.

The same man who's impressive girth makes you feel utterly stuffed, stretching you to your absolute limits.

"That's it, my love," he always whispers, "Ride me just like that."

Nanami Kento, who can be gentle one minute, and the next, will throw you on your shared bed and fuck you senseless.

The same man whose hands grip your ass- spreading your cheeks as his tongue licks up and down your slit. That man who has his head between your legs for hours, making you cum so many times that your thighs shake and your toes curl- his mouth the perfect wet heat.

Nanami Kento, the one whose lips will be red and swollen when he emerges from between your legs, the same man who kisses you- the taste of your juices lingering on his tongue as he holds your face in his hands, the one whose fingers will caress your cheeks and whisper how much he loves the taste of you, "... Just like honey."

The same man who will fuck you until the sun rises- the one who will never stop until you cum so many times you pass out against his chest, his name the only word on your lips even as you slumber.

Nanami Kento, who without fail, always wakes up before you just so he can watch you sleep for a few moments before getting out of bed.

The same man who is still amazed that you're still here with him despite his dangerous occupation.

Nanami Kento, who makes you the perfect cup of coffee every morning. He spent weeks secretly learning your exact preference.

The same man who's frame curls protectively around you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans against the counter while you sip on your cup.

Nanami Kento, who keeps a small photo of you in his wallet. The same photo he takes out at times when he's in a mission, when he needs to ground himself and remember why he has to come back alive.

The same man whose eyes will always find yours, even in a crowd- the one who will always know when you need him and where.

Nanami Kento, who would give up everything he's built for himself just to live on a beach somewhere- anywhere- with you, his wife.

Continuation Here

WHAT HAPPENS IN THE PRISON REALM STAYS IN THE PRISON REALM ! ★ gojo satoru

prologue ⋆ ★ just your luck, getting sealed in the prison realm with the strongest sorcerer of this day and age. well, he's typically the strongest. unless it comes to you.

pairing ⋆ ★ gojo satoru x reader genre tags & warnings ⋆ ★ afab!reader, sorta crack 😭 — use of blindfold, incorrect use of jujutsu, óral (f), pànty-fúcking, desperate and FERAL gojo, màting press, brééding, cérvix kissin' and creàmpiés lmfao, óverstim...

word count ⋆ ★ 4.7k! a/n ⋆ ★ gorgeous art by the amazing @baobei-bu 💖 highly recommend checking out their twt 🤭

"are you in the prison realm because ya' got sealed, or did you get sealed because you ended up in the prison realm?"

you grind tired molars together, willing your hands to stay put instead of wrapping around gojo satoru's wretched neck, "the fuck are you talkin' about?"

gojo just clicks his tongue lazily, sprawled out on the unsettling, clattering bones of the prison realm, "jus' musing. it's getting real existential here."

"it's been, what, two hours? and you're already losing it." you wrap your arms tightly around your knees, pulling them to your chest in some effort to combat the cool chill of this...prison. "you realise that this is literally all your fault though, right?"

gojo's eyes flutter open, sky-blue hues that glint with outrage, "what?" he's squawking, undignified, "don't start this again."

"oh, i will," you're jabbing a finger towards him, scowling, "i didn't have any beef with geto. not even after he went off the rails with all that murder shit. didn't do a damn thing to get stuck in here as well."

"oi," a shadow flickers over gojo's face, "whatever that thing is, it's not suguru. y'don't gotta' trust me on much else, but trust me on that."

eyes narrowing, you catch some truth in the sorcerer's defensive tone. whatever. not your circus, not your monkeys. you know better than to pick at gojo satoru's old wounds, "whatever, it's got his face. and you had one job last year when —"

gojo interrupts you with a faux, hacking cough that quickly melts into a groan. throwing his head back as though your tirade is a mere inconvenience, or a tiresome lecture. arms stretching upwards, long limbs unfolding as he arches his back.

phew. a sliver of pale skin peeks out from underneath the dark uniform of his jacket, smooth and taut over slabs of toned muscle, flashing just long enough to derail your thoughts.

"heh. no lookin', pretty," gojo snickers with half-lidded eyes, "what if i'm shy?"

a skull's clattering against the floor as you wrap your hands around rough bone, chucking it at gojo with all the force you can master. he's dodging it effortlessly, ugh. of course.

you don't hate gojo satoru. in fact, it would be a bold-faced lie to claim even a shred of dislike. far from it. your co-worker is...bearable in some circumstances, and it doesn't hurt that he's awfully easy on the eyes.

but nowhere in your grand master plan to bag the strongest sorcerer of the modern age did you imagine being sealed with him. there's a faint worry in the back of your head, wondering just how badly the world is falling apart outside. what, with that geto look-alike still running amok. tokyo? in flames. shibuya? well, you hope it's not rubble.

but it's hard to focus when gojo lounges in front of you, long legs stretched out and muscular thighs spread obnoxiously wide. he's absently tracing patterns on the eerie bones, "wanna' play rock-paper-scissors again?" sounding oddly chipper despite the dire fate of the world teetering on a knife's edge.

"we already did that. and you cheated."

"did not," gojo drawls, blue eyes disappearing to the back of his eyes in mock offense, "yer' just a sore loser."

a beat of silence, and then, "how about i spy?"

you raise a brow, glancing around at your five-star accomadation. the infinite expanse of dull bones and dismembered skulls, "fine. i spy with my little eye...an endless pile of bones. and an overgrown furby sitting right in front of me."

gojo whistles, low as he scrunches up his blindfold, tossing the black silk at you, "touché," head leaning back, groaning, "i'm jus' so bored."

"hah. if you were in here alone, you'd go mad," you mutter, scooching just a bit closer without thinking. this prison realm seems colder than it should be, and it's better to stay close for warmth, right? yeah. right, that's exactly what you tell yourself.

"probably. but it's not like we can crack this stupid place," gojo scowls, "trust me, spent the first hour givin' it my all. wasn't exactly expecting it either."

"yeah, i know," you sigh, avoiding the bright cerulean gaze that's currently resting on you, almost as though it's determined to take in the sight of you, "time doesn't pass in here, right? we're gonna' have to think of something."

the corner of gojo's mouth twitch, candy-pink lines curling up, "time stands still," and then, the man's giving you an odd, focused look that's almost sheepish, "besides, you're in here too, so i can't — y'know."

"you can't what?"

gojo snickers, whistling as he makes a quick, pumping motion over his abdomen, jerking his hand up and down, "you know."

you gape at the white-haired man, the sudden thump-thump of your heart rattling in your chest. it's ringing in your ears, "you're shameless," you mutter, dragging your gaze anywhere but him. the floor, the ceiling of this accursed place, anywhere but the faint amusement painting gojo's face.

"i never skip arm day."

you make a face, a faux-grimace, wondering how on earth you're attracted to this man. a charade and a pretense that you're keeping for yourself, because your neck is burning and heat creeps up your skin like a slow, curling flame. oh, you're a lost cause.

the laughter's melted from gojo's face, and the teasing spark in his eyes has given way to something suddenly more embarrassed, and flushed. expectant even, as there's a dusting of pink suddenly mottled on his cheekbones.

your gaze drops to his lap, mouth going a tad dry at the sudden, thick curve straining against his pants, "oh, y'serious. i mean, really, now? here?"

gojo scrambles backwards suddenly, folding his long legs beneath him like a panicked deer caught in the headlights, "hey. okay, wait! 'm stuck in here w'you and you're always looking so pretty and — don't make that face, hear me out." his ears are tipped with pink, just as obvious as the flush climbing up his neck, "and you're sitting so close, what am i meant to do? 'm only a simple man, sweetheart."

you swallow, as though there's a rough cotton ball caught in your throat, "this is really how you wanna' pass the time? i mean, we got eternity in here."

gojo's lips curl up again, maddening and cocky, as though he already knows the crass scenarios passing through your head, but theres a softer flash of vulnerability in his eyes. his gaze drops to your mouth, darkening with an expression that you've never seen on him before, "who's gonna know?"

your resolve snaps, and with it, all thoughts of the outside world. fuck it.

you're clambering forward, a sudden urge of want pushing you into his wide lap. not even giving him a chance to jest, and tease, or to say one more insufferable thing. your hands balance on gojo's broad shoulders for balance, pressing your mouth to his.

it's firm and certain, tasting the heat of his surprise and the faintest laugh that dies between you. you can taste something else as well, like cool and sweet mint. and blood, still hot and rearing from earlier fights.

gojo makes a muffled sound, somewhere between a gasp and a heady groan, and his hands suddenly come alive, rough palms sliding around your waist, pulling you so much closer. like he's holding a dream that might still disappear.

"heh, someone's just as needy," gojo murmurs, teeth grazing against the hot shell of your ear. the large expanse of his palm grazes at your chest, and a moan falls from your lips, arching your back into his touch, "s-shut up. i wasn't the one who h-had their legs spread, waiting for someone to climb on."

your groan leads gojo to make a sound like he's been wounded, desperate and tight against your skin. glossy mouth pressing at the curve of your throat, as fangs nip into the thin skin. leaving marks, this you know. cool hands slide under the hem of your own uniform, brushing gently over bare skin as his lips continue to chase your own.

sucking, and nipping at wherever his teeth can find, gojo's tugging at your top, pulling it off so you have little choice but to curl into him from the cold. chilled air hitting your bare skin, as he laughs, "aw, cold got to ya', eh? 's not to worry, i'll keep you nice and warm."

blue eyes that glow practically trained on the soft swell of your chest, reverent as though he had all the time in the world to take you in. which, at this point, gojo did. slicked lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cupped chest, white strands of hair falling over his face as he buries himself in, "i can take this off, right?" voice raspier, like rock against stone, in a lower register than you've ever heard it.

"wan' you too," you rock your hips sharper this time, more insistent, agains the hard bulge straining against his pants, "no-one's gonna' see, right?"

gojo's fingers deftly unclasp the hook, "hah, if they do, i'd rip their eyes out, can't have anyone else lookin' at m'girl like that," the strongest sorcerer in the world's gently peeling the fabric away. leaning in to kiss you again as though he's entirely drunk on the taste of you, and only you.

pale lips curling around your pert bud, hands softly pawing at your breasts as you gasp, and writhe, suddenly far more sensitive with each second that passes of gojo's attentive ministrations, "s-satoru, 'm feeling so —"

"so, what?" gojo grins, sucking a violet bruise right over your breasts, white lashes fluttering up to look at you, "yer' looking just as ruined as me, pretty."

"take them off," it's more of an order on your end, but gojo complies and he seems to know exactly what you want, exactly what you're talking about, as his hands dip to the waistband of your pants, long fingers pushing over your hips to centre themselves right where you're getting desperate for him.

"i've got ya', just carefully, yeah, lean back," he's flipping the two of you over, so he's leaning over you now, gently resting you on your discarded jacket, "heh, 'm just gonna' — yeah, there we go," hands pulling at your pants until he's tugged them off you, and gojo's eyes are wide at the sight of your drenched panties.

if you thought gojo satoru looked needy and whiny before, nothing prepares you for the sight of him gnawing at his glossy lower lip, eyes aglow as he seems to shudder, "wan' me to put the blindfold on ya', sweetheart? think we could have a lotta' fun like that, only if that's what y'want."

you eye the black silk that he discarded and tossed at you, not so long ago, pawing and reaching for it as gojo chuckles, "ohh, atta' girl, y'not gonna' need to do anything, but just lay back and use ya' words."

the snowy-haired man's surprisingly soft with it, pressing a tender kiss to your waiting lips, as he loops the fold over your eyes, obscuring your vision, "gojo's right here for ya', just relax."

you can hear the sharp hitch rock his breath, his hand mildly pressed onto your thighs as he gently nudges your thighs apart, and you can feel the chill of the air sting at your hot, sopping folds.

"s-so pretty," the strongest is slurring his words, "yer' practically dripping onto my hand and i've barely touched her. barely even gotten a good, fuck, a good taste."

"i know we're meant'ta be getting outta' this place," gojo murmurs, breath hot against your slicked panties, "but i really would lose my mind if i didn't get to do this first."

'this' being gojo pressing a quick kiss to the soaked fabric, and you can feel him smile against your thigh as you whine at the sensation, with each movement being so much more electric and heightened with the blindfold covering your vision.

"heyyy," gojo mutters, feeling at your thighs clench and kick, "no need to get antsy, 'm right here." tongue ghosting and teasing at your cunt again, "pretty thing, isn't she?"

rrrrrrip!

the way gojo's been pawing at you, you should have guessed that he was forgetting that the prison realm did not have an unlimited supply of undergarments, and that damp and muffled screech all but confirms it. he's torn your panties off, and you can't see where he's got them now.

but you can guess. for you can hear laboured breathing, and whiny praises falling from gojo's lips, and the sound of a buckle being undone. gojo's leaning back up to kiss you now, to nip and suckle at your lower lip while his hand tugs continuously at something. you can't see it, but you can feel the heavy, fat tip prod at your thighs. the sound of damp fabric being slapped against skin, plap over and over again.

"hahh, i don't think ya' know jus' how much i've wanted this, pretty," gojo breathes into your mouth, the other hand coming up to curl at the nape of your neck, loving even, "can ya' spread 'em a bit wider for me? that's it, just let me through."

he's now slotted between your thighs, large palms spreading you open as you can feel your panties still looped and dangling around his wrist, like the most lewd, keepsake cuff.

"satoru, wan' you to just — oh! oh, fuck!"

gojo's already dived right in, as though you were his last meal, swiping a tongue in quick stripes over your drooling cunt. starting near your glistening entrance, slowly climbing his way to the top where he presses gentle nips at your clit.

every single legible thought in your mind turns to a glorious mush, a senseless babble quickly falling from your lips as your hands shoot out, desperate for something to hold onto. finding the nape of gojo's neck, and curling your fingers into his pale hair as he licks at your soaked heat.

thick fingers are bruising at your hips, hooked and deeply pressed into your flesh, all the while gojo's practically making out with your cunt, primal and nasty. it's messy, absurdly so, and you can feel hot thwacks! of slick flying out against your thighs. you can only imagine how it's painting gojo's face, rendering him pussydrunk and so glossy and pretty.

"sweetheart, you're so sweet, ya' know that, right? so fuckin' sweet, heh, i mean, you don't even know how i've been dreaming of this, but now that you're here," gojo thumbs at your cunt, pushing slick-tacked folds apart to view his handiwork, "all spread so pretty for me, who woulda' thought?"

"m-more, please," you're practically mewling, jolting at the sensation of each sticky kiss that gojo plants on you, "more, fuck."

you can hear the crude smile in gojo's tone as he spits a thick glob onto your cunt, "what's the magic word, pretty?"

you don't even care to think, to pull a coherent sentence or plea from your mouth as he picks up the pace, "i d-don't know, satoru! but, god, fuck, fuck, please 'toru, i jus' —"

his grip on your hips tightens, "what?" a cutting, sharp sound as though he's been struck dumb, "what'd ya' just say, sweetheart?"

you don't even know how to form syllables now, such is the effect of gojo munching at your slick heat, "wanted more? huh, 'toru?" grinding your cunt against his face, rocking your hips sharply so you can feel the beakish point of his nose brush against your clit.

"toru, ya' called me," and you can hear the desperation and want painting gojo's words, drawing his voice out into a whine, "never thought hearing that from your lips would fuck w'me so much."

safe to say that gojo satoru would have a hard time letting go of you ever again. wind, hail, fire or prison realm — the strongest was going to have his way with you. his pretty girl, all spread pretty and dewy for him to feast on.

gojo's fingers are long, splitting you open as he begins to slide the digits right up into you. scissoring you open at a bullying pace, so you can only cry and squirm from where you are, "faster, f-fuck, your mouth too, 'toru!"

"whatever ya' want from me, 'm all yours to give," gojo murmurs, pressing a soft bite into the fat of your thighs, pushing his tongue into your entrance too, teasing at the outer edges of your gummy walls, "s'so tight, and 'm only using m'hands and this mouth," the tip of the muscle being sucked in by your pretty, sopping folds.

two lengthy fingers still pushing through your walls, exploring every crevice and sticky orifice that he can find, before rough pads brush past a spot that makes you scream, "oouh, m'girl's sensitive there?"

"s-satoru," you try to take in heavy swathes of air into your lungs, feeling much of the world fall away as gojo's nose grinds at your clit, each brush making you jerk your hips up and up, till you're seeing stars.

and oh, you're definitely seeing the whole damn night sky like this. you don't know what it is that he's doing, that sharp buzz faintly running in your ears, that faint crackle of energy that makes you jolt, but you can guess, "hah, 's not fair, using j-jujutsu, 'm gonna cum, m'really gonna cum!"

"now," it's a command, and you can hear it in gojo's ruined tone, that he needs to see you fall apart like this, needs to taste your release on his tongue and you writhe, as tears prick at your lashes underneath the blindfold, your orgasm washing over you in pulsing waves that leave you limp and boneless.

gojo's hands are trailing up again, leaning upwards to gently pull the blindfold from your eyes, and oh, what a sight! the white-haired man looks breathless, as though the air has been stolen away from him. eyes glowing with running cursed energy, a bright light in the dark that has your thighs clenching at how feral he looks. glossy lips dripping syrup over his chin, and how utterly pleased he looks.

"thereee you are," gojo murmurs, pressing his lips hotly to your own, "can ya' taste how sweet y'are?" each sticky kiss leaving you dizzy, but not as giddy as you feel when your eyes drop lower.

your panties still wrapped around his wrist, uniform sleeve pushed up so you can see where your slick has dampened the pale dusting of hair on his arm. and there, well, eyes on the prize as they say.

he's bigger than anyone else that you've ever seen. it seems fitting that gojo satoru's cock is just as girthy, and beefy as he is. curling upwards in a thick shaft that's kissing wet smears of fluid over his jacket, staining it.

"that's not gonna' fit," the only logical thing you can say right now, eyeing the pink, swollen head of his cock and how it glows.

the sorcerer's tilting his head, "we can make it fit," hand reaching out to run gentle strokes across your knuckle, "we got allll the time in the world to make it fit, don't we? and, heh, i don't think our audience really minds, do ya'?"

you scowl at the reminder of the clattering skulls still chittering away, mindlessly thrumming in the walls of this stupid cube. but you're never one to complain when faced with a site such as this, gojo wrapping long fingers against his cock to glide the head through your syrupy folds. the wide, throbbing head snagging at the sopping walls of your entrance. all while you pull him in closer, nails already beginning to tear lightly at his back.

"kiss m-me, 'toru."

gojo looks up from where he seems mesmerised, taken by the sight of your glossy folds seem to welcome his cock's touch, "what was that, sweetheart?"

"kiss me," you gasp, feeling him press further against you, the tip running circles right over your clit, "when ya' put it in, please."

despite the fact that he was previously nose-deep in your cunt, not five minutes ago, and the fact that he's been pawing your clothes off in a cursed prison realm with no shame, now it seems like you've truly stumped the man. rendered him speechless and flushed, as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck.

"awh," gojo murmurs, "pretty girl wants me kissin' her, fuck, ya' don't know what you're asking. or how much y'ruin me," he's taking your mouth into a heart stopping kiss, searing before he breaks away to press light pecks to the corner of your mouth, "hold on, biiig stretch for m'now, but i've got ya', just — ohhh."

gojo feels his own thoughts dissipate as he's pushing into your cunt. every previous subconscious worry of what on earth he had gotten himself (and you, when that fuck-ass clone showed up on the train platform) falling away as he's left with only you. just you, and this maddening cunt that he's ready to call home. forever.

"s-s-so tight," the strongest stutters, "fuck" his hands already pulling at your thighs to spread them wider, so he can bully more hot inches in, just so he can hear the smack! of skin against skin.

you're squealing, digging sharp tips of your nails into faint lines that are definitely gonna' paint his back, "eeh, it's b-big, 'toru." it feels like he's truly split you open, and well, fuck, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't pleased at how you finally got the strongest sorcerer spitting cuntstruck praises into your mouth.

you whimper, the sound falling softly from you as he bottoms out, and chuckles, swiping a slick thumb over your chin, "see? we really did it together, heh," like he's awarding you some participation in a teamwork exercise, "i'm all up in ya' and her," he's patting at your abdomen, right where you know there's a soft divot, a bulge that curls upwards.

the thick, hot tip of his cock pressing messy kisses to your inner walls, throbbing and pulsing. each vein bulging within you, "y'gonna cum in me, right, 'toru? gonna' finish right in —"

gojo stares at you, bewildered for a split second, like you've truly shocked him. blue eyes wide and expressionless for a second, before something far more pained crosses his face, tongue poking out of red, kiss-bitten lips.

"satoru?"

the strongest sorcerer snaps, pushing himself upwards, and dragging you up along side him, rough palms coming up to tug at your thighs, your calves. pulling them over his shoulders, a reverent kiss pressed to your ankle as gojo snarls, "ya' got no idea, do ya'? talkin' out of your slutty cunt, not even knowin' what you're doin' to me? huh?

gojo's now pressing down into you, with such force that it makes your thighs ache and smart, but you can't even bring yourself to care. practically folded in half neatly in a brutal mating press as his cock rummages inside you at a snappish, crazed pace. as though he's desperate to find where he can push into you the most, to have the leaky head kiss at the entrance of your womb.

and oh, gojo's enjoying the view. thinking that he's content with being faced with the bounce, and jolt of your chest against his, the way that your lips part and flutter around each muffled whine and cry of his name. the hazy glimmer that falls over your cockdrunk expression, like he's the only one for you. his own thighs ripple and bulge with each snap, cock pulsing into the depths of your core. kissing your cervix over and over in pleasurable stings.

"sweetheart, fuck," gojo's gasping, tugging at your lips. you don't miss crystalline droplets pooling on the edges of long, white lashes. the shuddering breaths that he takes into his lungs as you've practically snatched his mind and rationality away with the tight heat of your cunt, "n-never felt like this before. ya' drivin' me mad. fuck, fuck, oh, this pussy was jus' made for me, hah."

in the dim glow of this accursed place, the sheen of his eyes seems all the more intense. storm clouds gathering and parting all at once, striking electric sparks that leave you breathless. he's moving at a pace so feral that you can feel tight, heavy balls smack against your ass. desperate to empty themselves into you, just as you had begged.

"gonna' cum, pretty," gojo whines into your panting mouth, eyes fluttering shut as a tear or two streaks away from his waterline, "jus' snatching me so fuckin' tight."

you hammer your hips up to meet his, to feel that delicious tack of his sticky groin against yours, every kiss of pre-cum glistening in your cunt, "don't miss."

"when have i ever m — ohhh, fuck. fuck, 'm -"

yeah. you don't let him finish. clenching around him tight enough just to remind him who's got who wrapped around their finger. sending gojo hurtling towards a heart shattering climax, pumping every divot of your drooling pussy with shades of white and cream. endless streams of milky, translucent seed making its home deep within you. all while you cry out, harshly digging into his back and pulling the strands of his silver-streaked undercut.

"takin' it all, 'm pumping you s'full, sweetheart," gojo whines, mewling as he slaps a hand between you two, roughly pawing at your thigh to push your leg higher up with one hand, giving him enough space to rub tight, tremouring circles over your clit. slapping and sloshing the mess around even more as your mouth falls open.

he's still shooting into you, and you don't have to look down to predict the sticky, glossy mess that must be painted over your cunt now. right where gojo's hand must be dripping in your release, making you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. stars streaking across your vision as all goes black momentarily, but he doesn't let up on your poor, throbbing clit.

"hah, 'm so full, satoru," you groan out, pressing a limp hand to the bulge right over your groin, right where gojo's eyes are trained, his cock still sputtering out the desperate release of his cum into you, and the white-haired man moans. loud, like you've truly undone him.

the overstimulated sting is giving way to another shattering, sharp climax that washes over you once more, as quickly as it came, leaving your heart thumping and your lungs weak, locking your ankles once more around gojo's neck, wresting on his shoulders.

you limply paw at his jacket, tugging at the stiff collar as gojo sighs, content like a cat that's finally been able to bask in the sun, "feelin' more alert now, huh? got any fresh ideas on how to break this thing?"

gojo gives you a lazy, droopy look. eyes half-lidded as he barks a faint, incredulous laugh, "fucked any smart thoughts right outta' me, sweetheart. besides," and now he's flipping the two of you around again, so you're perched once more in his lap.

smacking and squelching in the pooling mess of your shared release, as gojo grunts, lifting the jacket from his torso. revealing an expanse of delicious washboard abs, and mouth-watering, flushed pectorals, "i don't think we're runnin' outta' time here, may as well make the most of it."