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1-800-mika · 15 days ago

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Match Found (18+)

Summary: You didn’t think tonight would end with your brother’s best friend telling you how much he wants to fuck you… but here you are. Thighs shaking. Heart pounding. Fingers soaked. And it’s not even midnight yet.

Or alternatively where one needy night you end up on an anonymous sexting app only to realise this stranger yet familiar person you're sexting is actually your brother's best friend, kim mingyu.

Pairing: Mingyu x female reader

Setting: Sexting app

Word Count: ~ 3k

Themes: Sexting, slow-burn, depraved, intensely erotic, forbidden (brother's best friend)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, masturbation, voice kink, dirty talk, mutual pining, brother’s best friend dynamic, fantasizing, edging

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It starts off harmless. A new app, an anonymous chat. You weren’t even trying to get off tonight — not really.

You just wanted to feel wanted.

You sign up with the name petal.crush, something vague and romantic to offset your restlessness. It’s just a sexting app — no profile photos, no bios, no identifying anything. Just usernames and raw, unfiltered chat.

The tagline was catchy: “No faces. Just fantasies.”

You match within seconds.

Matched with: lowtone.sin

Your screen lights up with the first message before you can even type.

> lowtone.sin:

You clicked first. So you’re either impatient or a little reckless.

Which one is it?

You bite your lip, already smiling at the confidence behind his tone. Typing back feels like slipping into something dangerous.

> petal.crush:

Maybe both.

You planning to do something about it?

> lowtone.sin:

That depends

Are you here for sweet words and flirting?

Or are you here to get ruined?

Your thighs instinctively press together.

> petal.crush:

Ruin me. Slowly.

There’s a long pause. You stare at the screen, anticipation crawling up your spine.

Then finally—

> lowtone.sin:

Good girl.

Let’s start with something easy.

What would I hear if I called you right now?

Would you sound sweet and shy?

Or would you already be wet and waiting?

You suck in a breath.

There’s no point pretending. No coyness left in you tonight. This man — whoever he is — has the kind of tone that makes your stomach clench and your mind submit. You press the mic icon before you can talk yourself out of it.

> petal.crush \[voice note – 0:12]

“I’m not touching myself yet. But I’m aching for it. My panties are soaked. Just from reading your messages”

The response comes fast.

> lowtone.sin:

You’ve got a filthy little mouth for someone who hasn’t even been told to touch yet.

Bet you squirm when someone takes control of you, don’t you?

That tight, needy body of yours probably begs for it.

You whimper — aloud — and type with trembling fingers.

> petal.crush:

You’re right.

I love being told exactly what to do.

I want to be teased, edged, used.

> lowtone.sin:

Fuck.

Get your hand between your thighs. Now.

Over your panties. I want your fingers soaked before I even let you move them.

You obey.

The fabric sticks to you immediately. You slide two fingers up and down the drenched cotton and exhale into the dark.

Your phone buzzes again.

> lowtone.sin:

I want to hear how wet you are.

Show me.

You record again, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you press a little harder.

> petal.crush \[voice note – 0:16]

“I’m dripping. The fabric’s so wet it’s clinging to me. I want to slide them off and touch my bare pussy for you.”

> lowtone.sin:

Not yet

Good things come to desperate girls

Tell me — how often do you touch yourself thinking about strangers?

You bite your lip.

> petal.crush:

Not streangers

Someone specific.

> lowtone.sin:

Oh?

Lucky bastard.

What’s he like?

Your throat goes dry.

Because he’s you. You’ve fantasized about him. That voice — it’s too perfect, too polished. The way he calls you good girl feels familiar in a way that’s wrong and addictive.

You shake it off.

> petal.crush:

Tall. Broad.Big hands. Sharp jaw.Smiles like sin.Looks like he could ruin me in one night and leave me wanting more.

There’s a pause. Then a photo notification.

Image\[jpg.1]

You tap on it, breath catching in your throat.

It’s a hand — his hand — wrapped around a thick cock. His grip is firm, the tip flushed red and glistening. You can see the base of his abs, tight and flexed, veins running across his forearm. It’s cropped — no face, no hints — but god, it’s pretty.

> lowtone.sin:

What do you think?

> petal.crush:

I think I want it down my throat.

> lowtone.sin:

You say things like that and expect me to keep my composure?

> petal.crush:

No.

I want to hear you lose it.

Another voice note comes in. His voice is deeper now — rough, frayed around the edges.

> lowtone.sin \[voice note – 0:28]

“Fuck. If you were here right now, I’d have you on your knees. I’d hold your jaw, make you look up at me while I slide my cock across your tongue. I bet your eyes would water so pretty when I push deep.”

You moan. Loud. Hand slipping inside your panties at last, slick fingers circling your clit in dizzy little swirls. Your legs tremble.

> petal.crush:

I can’t wait. Please.

Tell me what to do. I’ll be so fucking good.

> lowtone.sin:

Take off your panties.

Lie back.

Spread your legs and take a photo for me.

I want to see the mess you made just from my voice

You obey.

You slide them off and grab your phone with one shaky hand, angling the camera down — flushed thighs, glistening lips, your fingers posed teasingly just above where you ache most.

Image\[jpg.2]

You hit send. Instantly.

> lowtone.sin:

Jesus

Look at that cunt.

Bet it’s tight as hell.

You fuck yourself slow or fast?

> petal.crush:

Depends how desperate I am.

> lowtone.sin:

And how desperate are you tonight, baby?

> petal.crush:

I’m so wet I could come without touching.

But I want you to drag it out. Make it painful.

There’s a moment of silence. Then:

> lowtone.sin:

…Fuck.

This is going to sound crazy.

But your voice?

Your photos.

You’re too fucking familiar.

Your chest goes still.

That tone. That rasp. That deep little breath before he speaks.

Your heart lurches.

No.

It can’t be.

You type, hands shaking:

> petal.crush:

Say something. Just one word.

I need to be sure.

He doesn’t text.

He sends a voice note.

> lowtone.sin \[voice note – 0:06]

“Y/N.”

Your stomach drops.

It is him.

That voice, you know it. You’ve heard it a hundred times.

Because Mingyu — your brother Seungcheol’s best friend — has been in your house more times than you can count.

And now, he’s here. Holding his cock. Telling you how good your pussy looks.

Your fingers are still between your legs.

And you’re still soaked.

Your heart is pounding.

You’re sitting in your dark bedroom, soaked fingers trembling between your thighs, staring at your screen like it’s a weapon pointed directly at your chest.

Mingyu.

Your brother’s best friend.

The voice you’ve moaned to in secret.

The man whose towel dropped in front of you two summers ago, whose gaze lingered a beat too long when you walked into the kitchen in your smallest sleep shorts. The man who walked in on you changing and looked—just looked—but didn’t leave for three entire seconds.

Your mouth goes dry.

You wait for him to say something else. Anything.

lowtone.sin:

Say it.

I know you know it’s me.

I want to hear it.

You type slowly, every nerve ending alive.

petal.crush:

Mingyu.

I knew it the second you said my name.

You sound exactly how I imagined when I used to fuck myself to the thought of you.

A pause.

Then—

lowtone.sin:

Holy fuck.

You used to what?

petal.crush:

You have any idea how hard it was living in the same house and pretending I wasn’t soaking through my panties every time you smiled at me?

lowtone.sin:

Tell me.

Everything.

You pause, pulse pounding.

And then you type like you’re possessed.

petal.crush:

The shorts?

I wore those on purpose. I knew they barely covered my ass.

Every time I bent over to grab something, I made sure you were in the room.

Once, I even “accidentally” spilled water on my chest so I could walk past you in a wet tank top.

And that day you walked in on me changing?

I left the door unlocked.

His reply comes fast.

lowtone.sin:

You fucking minx.

I had to jerk off in your goddamn bathroom after that.

I saw your tits. I saw your thighs.

And the way you looked at me—like you wanted me to stay?

petal.crush:

I did want you to stay.

I wanted you to push me against the mirror and fuck me stupid.

Right there. With Seungcheol downstairs.

Another voice note.

You brace yourself before you tap it.

lowtone.sin \[voice note – 0:34]

“I swear to God, Y/N. If I had known you wanted it even half as bad as I did, I wouldn’t have lasted another day pretending. Every time you moaned in your sleep when I stayed over, I nearly lost my mind. I wanted to sneak into your room and make you finish what you started.”

Your whole body jolts.

petal.crush:

I used to fake moan just loud enough for you to hear when I knew you were sleeping in the next room.

I imagined you sneaking in and putting your hand over my mouth while you fucked me into the mattress.

lowtone.sin:

Jesus fuck.

I used to picture you riding my thigh on the couch while Seungcheol played video games right next to us.

Just your pretty little cunt grinding against me, biting your lip so you wouldn’t make a sound.

You moan—out loud—and grab your phone, hand back between your legs.

You don’t even bother hiding it this time.

petal.crush \[voice note – 0:23]

“I’m touching myself again. I can’t stop. I’m picturing your hand over my mouth, your cock buried in me, and your voice in my ear telling me I’m your filthy little secret.”

lowtone.sin:

You are my filthy little secret.

Mine.

No one else gets to hear you like this.

No one else gets to see what I’m seeing.

Another picture arrives.

Image\[jpg.3]

He’s naked now, lying back, abs tight, one hand gripping his cock. He’s glistening with pre-cum, thick and flushed, the kind of cock you want to sink your teeth into.

You whimper.

lowtone.sin:

Let me see you again. All of you.

You slide your shirt off. Fingers trembling, you spread your legs wider and take the shot — body flushed, thighs slick, clit swollen and needy.

Image\[jpg.4]

You don’t even hesitate before sending it.

lowtone.sin:

I want to fuck you against every surface in your house.

Against the washing machine while it rumbles.

On your brother’s bed while he’s in the shower.

On the goddamn kitchen counter while you beg me not to stop.

petal.crush:

I used to imagine you standing behind me while I washed dishes.

Sliding your hand down the front of my shorts and telling me to keep doing chores while you made me come.

lowtone.sin:

I fantasized about making you gag on my cock while Seungcheol watched a movie in the next room.

You’d cry on it. I’d fuck your throat until you begged me to come inside.

And I’d pull out, grip your jaw, and say: “Open.”

You rub yourself harder now, two fingers circling your clit while you picture everything he’s saying.

petal.crush \[voice note – 0:28]

“I’d do it. I’d drop to my knees for you so fast. I’d swallow you down and let you use my mouth. I want it so fucking bad. Please—talk me through it. Tell me what to do.”

lowtone.sin \[voice note – 0:32]

“Slide two fingers in. Slow. Stretch that tight pussy out while I stroke my cock and imagine it’s your sweet cunt clenching around me. Keep rubbing that clit. But don’t come. Not until I tell you.”

You moan brokenly and do as he says.

Fingers curling deep.

Your walls flutter.

You need him so badly it hurts.

lowtone.sin:

How many times have you come to the thought of me?

petal.crush:

I lost count months ago.

lowtone.sin:

What was your favorite fantasy?

You hesitate… then type.

petal.crush:

You bend me over the bathroom sink after a swim.

Your trunks are still wet.

I’m dripping all over the tile.

You grab my throat. You fuck me so hard I can’t even look at myself in the mirror.

And when I come, you keep going.

Until I’m shaking. Ruined. Begging.

He moans — this time in a voice note — and the sound is enough to send you right to the edge.

lowtone.sin \[voice note – 0:24]

“You’re going to be the death of me. You want to be fucked that dirty, babygirl? You want to cry from how good it feels? I’ll give you every filthy fantasy you’ve ever had. Just say the word.”

You hit record with shaking fingers.

petal.crush \[voice note – 0:19]

“Please. Make me come. I’m right there. I want to scream your name. Let me be yours. Just say it, Mingyu.”

lowtone.sin:

Come.

Now.

Be my good girl and make a mess for me.

You explode.

White-hot pleasure tears through your core, every nerve singing. You cry out his name, legs twitching, soaked fingers buried in your pussy as you ride the orgasm out.

You’re a mess.

You can barely breathe.

And then—

A voice note. Raspy. Guttural.

lowtone.sin \[voice note – 0:14]

“Fucking hell. I’m coming—fuck—Y/N, I’m coming thinking about that tight pussy and your filthy mouth saying my name.”

You both go quiet for a minute.

Breathless.

Spent.

But buzzing.

You’re still panting.

Your fingers are sticky with your own slick. Your body’s boneless. Your skin feels too hot, your breath too shallow. The little hum of your phone is the only sound in the room, and you’re suddenly very aware of how quiet it is.

And how loud the truth is.

You just came for Mingyu.

And he just came for you.

Your brother’s best friend. The one you’re not supposed to want.

But God — you want him so bad your bones ache.

The screen glows.

lowtone.sin:

…Still alive?

petal.crush:

Barely.

I think you melted my brain.

lowtone.sin:

Good.

That was the goal.

You sounded so fucking pretty when you begged for it.

I replayed your voice note three times before I came.

Your cheeks flush with warmth that runs straight to your core.

petal.crush:

My legs are shaking.

Like… actually.

You wrecked me through a screen.

lowtone.sin:

Bet you’re all messy and flushed and glowing right now.

Wish I was there to see it.

Would kiss every inch of you. Clean you up with my tongue.

Your breath stutters.

petal.crush:

You’re gonna make me start all over again.

lowtone.sin:

Oh?

You that greedy for me already?

petal.crush:

I’ve been greedy for you since I was nineteen.

Since you walked out of the shower that one time shirtless and dripping and smiled like nothing was wrong while I nearly came just from looking at your waistline.

lowtone.sin:

Holy fuck.

I remember that day.

You wouldn’t meet my eyes.

You were wearing that little white top… no bra.

I had to jerk off in Seungcheol’s bathroom after dinner.

petal.crush:

I knew it.

I remember hearing the water run again and thinking, please let him be thinking about me.

lowtone.sin:

I always was.

Every time I came over, you were the only thing on my mind.

And every time I smiled, every joke I cracked — it was me trying to keep it together.

Pretending I didn’t want to drag you into your room and fuck you until you screamed.

petal.crush:

You don’t have to pretend anymore.

A beat passes.

Then:

lowtone.sin:

I want to ruin you, Y/N.

For real.

I want to see how that pretty mouth looks moaning my name.

I want to taste how sweet you are when you’re trembling under me.

I want to hold your wrists down and fuck you until you're mine.

Your chest squeezes. It’s still hot and filthy between you, but now there’s something else curling underneath it — something heavy and sweet and real.

lowtone.sin:

Remember that party last year?

When you wore that backless dress?

petal.crush:

Yeah. You kept refilling my drink.

lowtone.sin:

Because I couldn’t stop staring.

I wanted to drag you into the guest bathroom and eat you out against the door.

You were laughing, dancing like you didn’t know what you were doing to me.

petal.crush:

I knew.

I bent over on purpose.

Just so I could feel your eyes on my ass.

I wanted to know if you’d finally break.

lowtone.sin:

I almost did.

I had to go home early and jerk off to the image of your bare back and heels.

Imagining how you'd sound if I fucked you in them.

You’re flushed again. Dizzy with need. The ache is back, deeper than before.

petal.crush:

You’re making me wet again.

lowtone.sin:

Good.

Want you wet every time I speak.

Want you to fall asleep with my voice in your head and my name between your legs.

You record another voice note, throat thick with need.

petal.crush \[voice note – 0:18]

“You’re already in my head, Mingyu. I’m aching for you. Touching myself again. Can’t stop thinking about how you’d feel inside me.”

lowtone.sin:

Fuck.

You’re gonna kill me.

You’re perfect. You’re mine.

There’s a moment of pause. His next message is slower, quieter.

lowtone.sin:

We’re not going back after this, are we?

You stare at that sentence, heart pounding. You type slowly, surely.

petal.crush:

I don’t want to.

I don’t want to pretend I don’t want you anymore.

I want this. You.

Even if it’s wrong.

lowtone.sin:

Then it’s us.

No more secrets.

No more pretending.

petal.crush:

You gonna come see me?

lowtone.sin:

You better leave the door unlocked.

Because I’m coming over tomorrow night.

And I’m not leaving until I’ve had your legs around my shoulders and my name in your throat.

Your whole body tingles.

petal.crush:

You sure you can handle me?

lowtone.sin:

Baby, I’ve been waiting for this for years.

I’m gonna make sure you never forget the first night we stop pretending.

And just like that, you're already aching for round two.

Even if it hasn't even begun yet.

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Part 2

Author's note: This idea has been in my head for a while now so I had to let it out. I originally planned to write a sexting smut that felt more authentic to the story, as this is set on a sexting app, I wanted to include all the elements to it like actual images(just as one does in smaus), audios of them moaning or whimpering yk, short video clips and all but I realised I'd get reported if I did that so I had to keep it limited to words. Hope y'all liked it still. This format was a new one and I struggled a bit with it but still enjoyed working on it nonetheless.

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1-800-mika · 15 days ago

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thinking ab fratboy! joshua who literally chokes on his drink when you asked him politely to take your v-card.

‘come on,' your hands grip harder on his hair, lips swollen and cheeks flushed from the rough kisses. he cups your face with one hand, thumb brushing against your bottom lip with a smirk, 'baby, you're not ready,' his sweet voice only haunts you more, thighs squeezing against his. you're straddling his lap so cutely, skirt riding up your ass while one of his hands holds onto your waist for you not to move.

you whine and throw your head back playfully, 'am too,' your little pout makes him smile in awe. you were such a pretty girl. one he'd always notice in his classes, but felt you were too good for him. yet, here you were perched so nicely on his lap, begging him to fuck you.

'just the tip,' he groans into your mouth, your soft pleas making it so much harder to deny your wants. 'you and me both know that won't last,' you smile against his lips as you grind harder on him. both his hands land on your waist as he lays you down on your back. he makes sure a soft pillow is there for your head then places small kisses all the way down to your cunt :3

he takes off his stained pants from both your wetness and his, fully showing you his hard length. a breathy gasp leaves your lips, eyes shaking when you see him get closer to you while spreading his pre-cum all over his cock. 'ready?' he asks softly, locking eyes with you to make sure you were okay. you nod, eyes moving from him to his cock that's rubbing against your folds. both of you moan as he enters just the tip inside.

'fuck,' the small stretch was killing you, 'so perfect,' you moan at his praise. with one hand grabbing onto the sheet, 'do it,' you plead. he smiles calmly, hands placed back on your hips, staring straight at your face as it slowly starts to scrunch cutely. he was fucking big, too big. he's stretching you out completely now, 'shua!,' you yell, hand grabbing onto his forearm.

'want me to st-.' you shake your head immediately, no. 'more, please,' and that is all it takes for him to lose all the self-control he had. he continues to slowly push his length into your pussy, 'fucking taking me so well,' oh, you were definitely his now. he wasn't ever going to let anyone take his precious girl away from him. those thoughts only growing while you scream his name out loud. you are just a mess beneath him, begging for him to go harder on your already sensitive cunt :<

he gets closer to your face, pounding ruthlessly now like a madman. his sweat starts dripping on your neck as he groans near your ear while pushing himself deeper into your cervix, and you're loving this. it's so perfect how his gentle aura is now gone and he's whispering the dirtiest things in your ear; calling you his, saying how tight your cunt is, how he's going to use you all the time now, how your body was made to be fucked by him. it's all driving your body crazy.

'cumming, shua,' you grab onto his shoulder, biting into his soft skin. you can't see him but he's enjoying the fuck out of this, he loves how needy you're body is to him now, so all he does to respond is latch his mouth on your nipple, still riling himself into you. and you feel yourself come undone, your pussy clenching hard on his cock and it feels so good. 'aw my baby finished,' he coos into your neck, letting you and your body calm down from its first release.

you breathe in and out, your cunt is so sensitive as he stays still in you until you feel his hands snake around your torso, 'joshua!,' you're now laying on your stomach then pulled closer to where your back is arched and your ass is perfectly aligned for his cock to slip into your pussy, 'but i'm not done with you.'

author's note; hey guys! quick little imagine bc im studying for finals and older bf!svt is gonna be on a very short hold :< i do read all of your requests and trust me i will be doing all members hehe... thank you for all the recent support, it encourages me a lot! p.s. this is not proofread, so excuse any mistakes :0

also been thinking about dino and shua a lot lately.... wtf is going on with them, they've been giving me strokes.

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1-800-mika · 15 days ago

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🜼 ⋆ accidentally squirting on tattoo artist!sukuna while he’s focused on doing his job

you should’ve said no.

should’ve trusted your gut the second you walked through that door and locked eyes with him—sukuna ryomen, ink-stained menace, infamous in the underground scene for his brutal blackwork, sadistic precision, and eyes that always looked like they already knew what you’d do before you did.

you’d heard the stories. the way he never talked unless he had to. how he stared too long. how no one could tell if he was turned on or pissed off when he worked. but you still walked in, still handed him your sketch, still pointed to your pelvis and asked for it right there.

he didn’t even blink.

just looked, nodded once, and turned away without a word. gloves snapped on. machine prepped. not even a fake little smile to ease you into the fact that he was about to drag a needle along your most vulnerable skin. he gestured for you to lie back like he’d done this a thousand times. like this exact scenario—you, laid bare and trembling on his table—was something he expected. maybe even planned.

and now—

now you’re spread out on the dark leather, skin bare from the waist up, your chest exposed to the cold air of the studio, nipples peaked from a mix of nerves and shame. your legs lie slightly parted, the towel over your hips thin and crinkled from your own tension. your panties are still on underneath—but it doesn’t matter. not with how low he’s working. not with the way he’s hovering just above your cunt, tattoo machine buzzing like it’s laughing at your restraint.

he’s working just beneath your belly button.

right where the line of sensitivity begins.

dangerously close to where you’re clenching now, heat slick and pooling under the towel like a confession you can’t take back.

his forearm rests right on top of it.

not pressing hard—at least, not at first. just there. warm. thick. planted across your mound like it belongs there, like you don’t get to question it. you keep trying to rationalize it. it’s leverage, you think. he needs to stabilize his hand. but the longer it stays there—pressing, shifting, rolling with every movement of the gun—the more impossible it is to pretend you don’t feel the deliberate weight of him.

and he knows it. god, he fucking knows it.

every time the needle dips, his arm flexes. not harshly—just enough to drag a line of tension across your clit, separated only by a useless towel and your now-sopping underwear. it’s rhythmic. like a slow grind. not violent or overt, but insistent. and every inch of his body screams control. he’s not even looking at you. not checking in. his eyes are locked on your skin, forehead slightly furrowed in concentration, like the fact that you’re trembling under him doesn’t deserve his attention yet.

your thighs tremble. you can’t help it.

your fingers are curled tight at your sides, nails digging crescents into your own skin. the pain is a lifeline. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, desperate to ground yourself—to not moan. to not buck.

but the tattoo machine keeps buzzing. vibrating. it’s not just sound—it’s sensation, buried into the muscle and bone beneath your pelvis. it hums into your nerves, settles between your legs like a secret. the sting of the needle, the glide of his arm, the heat of your body trying so hard to behave—it’s unbearable.

“don’t squirm,” he says suddenly, without even glancing at you. his voice is rough, deep, flat—like you’re being annoying. like you’re the one making things difficult.

you barely nod. can’t speak.

your mouth is dry. your heart’s in your throat. you feel your core throb underneath him, twitching like it’s trying to reach for something it doesn’t deserve.

and he just keeps going.

more shading. more outlining. the buzz grows louder, the pain dulls into pressure, and the pressure sharpens into need. your thighs are so wet now the towel sticks to your skin. you pray he can’t feel it. that the soaked fabric isn’t bleeding through. that he doesn’t smell the arousal coating your thighs like sin.

but you know better.

because then he shifts.

just slightly. just enough. the angle changes. the pressure from his forearm deepens. drags unintentionally.

you snap.

there’s no warning: no crescendo. no gasp. no slow unraveling because it hits you down like a huge brick.

then you squirt.

hot and messy. the release hits with a full-body shudder. it spills out of you in one violent gush, soaking through the towel, your panties, his forearm. it splashes onto the table, the vinyl slick with your shame. it’s not soft. it’s not sexy. it’s raw. ugly. humiliating.

and he doesn’t move.

the machine stops.

the silence swallows you whole.

your vision blurs. your body trembles in the aftermath—core still spasming with the aftershocks of overstimulation. your breathing’s loud in your ears, shallow and quick, like a heartbeat trying to flee.

you can’t look at him.

“i—i’m sorry,” you whisper, voice barely air. “i didn’t mean to—I don’t know what happened, i didn’t mean—”

he says nothing.

you force yourself to peek. your eyes drop to his face, expecting disgust. expecting mockery. expecting a raised brow, a smirk, anything to cut the unbearable silence—

but sukuna doesn’t even blink.

he’s staring down at the towel. at your thighs. at the mess soaking into his arm.

his jaw is tight. his shoulders stiff. expression unreadable—but not amused. not cruel. it’s something else. something colder. more measured. like he’s processing something private and ancient behind his eyes. something dangerous.

he peels his glove off slowly, one finger at a time. flicks it aside with the kind of precision that says he’s choosing not to react.

then, finally, his gaze lifts to yours.

and the weight of it makes your chest cave in.

“don’t apologize,” he says. his voice is deeper now. hoarser. like it scraped through gravel to get out of his throat. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

you stare at him. your lips part, but there’s no breath left to speak.

he leans forward—not enough to touch. just enough for his presence to drown you. you can feel the heat of him across your chest. smell the ink and latex and the salt of your own body between you. but he doesn’t close the distance. he doesn’t kiss you. he doesn’t touch your face. he doesn’t do anything sweet.

instead, he speaks like a warning. like a truth he’s carved into skin before.

“but next time,” he murmurs, eyes dragging slowly down to the soaked towel, to your ruined panties, to the table beneath you still slick with your release, “don’t hide it.”

then he pulls away. glove snaps back on. the machine crackles to life again.

he doesn’t ask if you’re okay.

doesn’t ask if you want to stop.

he just… keeps working.

but now—his hand rests heavier. his movements slower. the buzz of the machine more deliberate. and this time? when his arm brushes over your cunt again? it’s not an accident.

it’s a promise.

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1-800-mika · 21 days ago

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1-800-mika · 27 days ago

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Thinking about lazy mornings with your yandere captor.

He wakes you gently at around 6 o’clock. If he could let you sleep he would, but he needs to spend time with you before he heads out for a long day of work!

He walks you to the bathroom and runs a warm shower. He expects you to join him, but don’t worry, stay sleepy darling, he’ll take care of everything.

He’ll wash your hair, brush your teeth. Of course he won’t forget that body, squeezing your tits and chubby belly with his big, soapy hands.

Once you’re both washed up, he’ll dry you and guide you back into the cozy bed. Then get himself ready.

There’s no way he could leave without toying with his sweet slave first. Climbing on top of you, woozily meeting his gaze. He chuckles, what a cute thing you are, so innocent.

He’ll hush and coo at you as you squirm, starting off with his fingers slowly opening your pussy. His other hand firmly gripping your thigh to keep you spread.

He promised himself not to rile you up too much, but he couldn’t help it. The moment his fingers sunk in he knew he needed to taste you. It was his favourite thing to do, and always set him up for a good morning.

And now, here you are. Softly hiccuping and whining as he eats your sopping core like a starved man, burying his face in you. Lapping up every drop, harshly sucking on your clit. Don’t you try closing those pretty thighs, or you’ll earn a mean slap to that cute pussy. It’s not like you’re strong enough to actually break his grip…but he just likes letting you think you have a chance, before wrenching your thighs open again and eating with even more vigour.

After you’ve cum more times than you could count, he tenderly plants a kiss on your forehead before running out the door, your juices still dripping down his chin. He might be a little late, but he’ll get there with a smirk on his face and the thought of you waiting for him to get home, wearing his big oversized shirt and socks. You’re in for a surprise.

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1-800-mika · 28 days ago

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idk. being violated and used and fucked until im crying hysterically about it. but also you're being really sweet about it and hush me and tell me it's okay and im doing well. even when im hyperventilating and panicking and sobbing and obviously very distressed about the whole thing. as a treat

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1-800-mika · 28 days ago

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Flightless Bird (18+)

pairing: stalker!yunho x fem!reader

summary: mysterious envelopes start appearing on your doorstep

word count: 1.7k

genre: thriller, future smut

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI 18+, dark!Yunho, stalker!Yunho, stalking, unconsensual photography, implied somnophilia, more warnings in future parts

nets: @newworldnet

A/N: @bananayuyu made me do it

Yunho who is popular at college, soccer player, social butterfly, always nice to people

he probably doesn't know you exist

why would he? You barely have anything in common except for a few classes

Yunho who has never interacted with you except for the occasional polite smile and nod

Yunho who everyone says could never be mean to anyone, he's just genuinely a kind person

Yunho who has the walls of his closet plastered with pictures of you

of course you would never know

just like you would never know you are the reason he went to this college

he remembered the first time he ever saw you. it was the same day he had taken the first picture of you

of course, back then it was actually legit

it was your highschool graduation and he had been hired as an amateur photographer, taking any and all jobs to pay for his degree

he had been taking pictures of all the students and their parents and that's when his lens found you

your head thrown back as you laughed at a joke one of your friends must've made

he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself

when it was your turn to go on stage and receive your highschool diploma he listened for your name and saved it into his phone

it was way too easy to find your information

you didn't even private your social media and of course, you posted where you would go to college

he was a goner since that day

you never notice him in the shadows with his camera

one day you find an envelope on your doorstep

there is no address on it, no name, nothing

curiosity killed the cat, they say, but the temptation was too strong

inside your apartment, you opened the envelope and about a dozen pictures fell out

all of you

you on your way to class, you in the library, you grocery shopping

they were all taken outside

frantically, you searched the envelope but besides the pictures it was empty

no note or threat or blackmail and no indication who took these and why

you could barely breathe as you buried the pictures deep in the back of your dresser

you tried to forget it, maybe it was a harmless prank

there was no new envelope for two weeks and you had begun to relax again

until the next envelope showed up but this time there was something written on it

"my little flightless bird"

you knew what it would contain, knew you should call the police

but curiosity killed the cat

this time, the pictures were more specific

they were all of your face, different expressions captured, zoomed in so you couldn't tell when and where these were taken

you hid the pictures along with the others in your dresser

the next day, you were distracted and bumped into someone on your way to class

"careful there. wouldn't wanna hurt yourself"

you looked up. the voice was familiar

jeong yunho

oh no, not the guy you had been crushing on since the first semester

you mustered a weak smile

"sorry, just tired"

he gave you a friendly smile

"you okay? you seem.. shaken up"

his voice sounded like he genuinely cared

you nodded and tried to suppress a blush, quickly walking to your seat

no envelope for a week

but you still looked over your shoulder everywhere you went, but you could never see anyone suspicious

you were feeling increasingly paranoid

who was it? and what did they want from you? just to scare you? it was working

the next envelope terrified you

it contained pictures of you again but this time they were taken from right outside your window

you, sitting at your desk, you cooking, you changing

you dropped the pictures and closed all of your curtains, your hands were shaking

when you dropped the envelope, a note fell out

they had never written to you before

"you looked upset. did I scare you, little birdie? I should feel sorry but your eyes look mesmerizing when scared. all wide and frantic. fret not, flightless bird, I don't plan on hurting you. but I don't think I need to warn you to not show anyone these pictures."

it wasn't handwritten, probably completely clean of any evidence or fingerprints

this went on for a few weeks, more pictures of you, sometimes a note

you had gotten used to it, except for the pictures and the occasional note, they hadn't done anything. maybe you weren't in danger

you still kept your curtains closed

but the next envelope showed you how pointless that was

pictures. again. but this time they were taken from inside

there were cameras in your apartment

you couldn't pretend that this wasn't dangerous anymore. they had broken in, planted cameras

terrified, you ripped up the pictures and threw them in the trash before searching your apartment for the cameras

but you couldn't find them

either, they had already taken them out again, which would mean they had broken in more than once, or they were hidden too well

you didn't know which was worse

you slept over at friend's house for 4 days with the excuse of renovations in your building

you didn't know why you didn't tell anyone about the pictures

maybe if no one knew, you could still pretend this was someone playing a prank on you, that you weren't in danger

you couldn't escape your apartment forever so with your stomach in knots you went back

only to find a package on your doorstep

you dreaded whatever was in the package

had you made them mad by ripping up the pictures and fleeing your apartment? did they send you a dead animal? body parts? a bomb?

maybe you were overreacting but at this point you had no idea what they were capable of

you looked over your shoulder before picking up the package

your hands were shaking so much that if it was a bomb it would have gone off by now

you opened it, fully expecting it to find bloody body parts

but all you found was a velvet rectangular box with a necklace inside

it was a simple chain with a silver charm in the form of a feather hanging from it

jewellery? they were giving you jewellery now?

you had half a mind to throw it away but you were scared what they would do if you rejected a gift so blatantly

so you out it into your jewellery case, hoping they would be happy with that, but you had no intention of wearing it

you went to your classes as usual, trying to see if anyone looked at you just a second too long but nothing

you were so distracted that you jumped when the professor came in and promptly dropped your pen

before you could pick it up, a hand reached for it and handed it to you

you looked up and saw yunho

right, he was in this class with you

usually you would notice him when he came into class, his tall frame was hard to miss and it didn't help that he was handsome

"thanks" you mumbled distractedly, so distracted that you missed his gaze flickering to your neck, searching for a sign you were wearing the necklace

his eyes darkened for a second as he noticed you weren't before he gave you a warm smile

"no problem"

when you got home that night after a long study session in the library you stopped

you could have sworn you put the necklace in your jewellery box

so why was it laying on your pillow now

next to it was a note

"wear it"

handwritten this time

you searched your apartment but you couldn't find anything else amiss

scared by the threat you wore the necklace the next day

you were in the library, trying to find a table in the back

being around people somehow made you more paranoid than being alone

it could be anyone

as you turned a corner you bumped into someone but before you could stumble, strong hands steadied you

"making it a habit, huh?" yunho chuckled, his gaze going to the necklace

"that's pretty, someone got it for you?" he remarked, his voice innocent

you mustered up a smile, not wanting to admit who got it for you. yunho was just being nice after all. he's nice to everyone

"yeah, it was a gift"

"looks good on you" he had to restrain himself from reaching out and grazing his finger along your neck

he gave you a polite smile and walked past you

it had been two weeks since you got any envelopes or god forbid more gifts

maybe they were satisfied now that you wore the necklace

you should have known that whenever you start to relax and let your guard down, they struck

another package

you opened it with a sigh

no jewellery but instead a CD

you frowned and searched the package for a note but nothing

you should bring this to the police

you should call someone

but instead you put the CD into your laptop

a video opened up

it was your bedroom, you were sleeping, the camera pointed to your bed

your heart dropped to your stomach when a hooded figure appeared on screen, tall, definitely male and masked

he approached your bed, slowly, measured

you watched as he reached out and grabbed your blanket, pulling it off your body

oh god, why did you only sleep in a shirt?

and why weren't you waking up?

he nudged your legs apart, you couldn't help but anticipate what he would do

gloved hands reached for your panties

the screen cuts to black

that couldn't be everything

did he not want you to see? was it amusing for him to keep you in the dark? why didn't you wake up?

yunho chuckled as he watched you through the camera, he could see the frustration on your face, your eyes wide with fear in the familiar way that made his pants feel tighter

don't worry, little birdie. I'll show you some day

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1-800-mika · 29 days ago

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so close, so cruel⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

✧ pairing: oscar piastri x virgin!fem reader

✧ tags: virgin reader, lotssss of teasing, oscar is kind of a menace, first time, oscar begs, aftercare, dirty talk, established relationship, thigh fuck!!, sex, pnv, unprotected sex

✧ yap: honestly haven't written smut in a bit so i hope this is enjoyable and good but i neeeeddeddd to write an oscar that begs to fuck so yeah! i hope y'all enjoy and please ignore any mistakes it's currently 3:25am lol

✧ word count: 6.2k

It started with a simple hand on your thigh.

Innocent, technically. You were curled up together on the hotel bed, lights dimmed aside from the table lamp, some half-forgotten Netflix show playing in the background. Oscar had his usual calm about him, an arm slung around your shoulder, the other tracing idle patterns along the bare skin on your thigh. Every movement left a trail of fire in its wake.

You weren’t naive, you knew exactly what he was doing. Oscar had a way of teasing that never felt overly dirty, but it always lingered, always left you feeling flushed, thighs pressed together. Words that didn’t cross a line, but danced right on the edge.

“You’re tense,” he said, voice low against your ear. His fingers had started to move, inching higher up your thigh, tracing a lazy path from your knee up through the inside of your thigh, only to trail back down before they got too far. “Something on your mind?”

You swallowed hard, eyes returning to the TV, attempting to focus again on the show. “No.”

He grinned like he didn’t believe you.

That was the thing with Oscar. He didn’t push, but he loved to see how close he could get before you’d squirm. And you always did, not because you didn’t want it, god no, but because you were still figuring this all out. You hadn’t been with anyone before him, at least not like this, and he knew that. And oh, was he so respectful about it.

Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t a menace.

“You sure?” His head leaned down closer to you, breath skimming your neck, hand dipping just a little higher. Just enough to make your heart stutter.

You leaned into him instinctively, legs shifting against each other in the smallest, most telling motion, his smile widening against your skin as he placed a soft kiss against your neck.

“Oscar,” you warned, voice barely above a whisper, tone falsely threatening

“Hm?” He hummed innocently, nuzzling into your jaw, peppering light kisses, momentarily flicking his tongue across your skin. “I’m not doing anything.”

But he was, he always was. Maybe not always with his hands, but with the way he looked at you. Like he could see straight through every layer of hesitation, of nervousness, and he wanted to unravel it all, softly, slowly.

He was patient, too patient, and somehow that only made the waiting worse.

And hell if he stopped teasing you.

-‘๑’-

You were making a quick coffee the next morning, setting up a cup for Oscar’s tea as well, wearing his t-shirt and nothing else. The sun poured in through the hotel blinds, warm and soft, casting long golden lines across the dull colours of the hotel room. You didn’t hear him pad out from the bathroom, now barefoot behind you, his arms circling your waist.

“You always wear my shirts like that?” he murmured, voice husky with sleep, his head leaning down, his chin resting on your shoulder as he tucked his head into your neck.

“Like what?” You asked, stirring a pack of cream into your coffee.

“Like you’re asking for trouble.”

You rolled your eyes, flicking a pack of sugar before dumping that in as well. “It’s laundry day.” You excused.

Oscar chuckled against your neck, feeling the vibration of his chest against your back. “We’re in a hotel.”

“Exactly.”

He laughed again, quietly and knowing, his hand grazing the bare skin of your thigh under the hem of his shirt, lifting it daringly. Lingering. He was far taller than you, his body nearly caging yours from behind as he was bending down towards you.

“You know,” he added, lips brushing just behind your ear now, your body shivering at his contact. “You could just say the word.”

You turned your head to get a better look at him, eyebrows raised slightly. “I thought you liked the anticipation.”

His mouth curled, “I love it, but don’t pretend it doesn’t drive you insane,” he teased, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Touche.

-‘๑’-

Later, you lay in bed, reading on your Kindle while Oscar mindlessly scrolled his phone next to you, one hand absentmindedly resting on your lower back. He liked to keep in contact, just enough to keep your body aware of him. It didn’t help that now and then, his fingers would trace small paths, sometimes grabbing you a little tighter. Always random enough to throw you off.

“You’re quiet,” he said, without looking up.

“I’m reading something,” You mumbled, mind focused on the warmth of his hand on your back.

“You’re flushed,” He said, finally glancing over.

“No, I’m not-”

He rolled over on top of you before you could finish, pushing your Kindle to the side, pinning you gently to the mattress, straddling your hips. “You think I don’t notice what I do to you?” He whispered, breath fanning your face as his eyes darkened.

His fingers hooked into the bottom of your shirt, well, his shirt, and lifted it slightly. His hands roamed the skin of your waist, hands warm and rough. “I think you like it when I take my time, darling.”

You shivered underneath him, hands coming up to rest on his neck, lightly playing with his hair. His weight on you, the soft graze of his thumb along your stomach, left your body squirming.

You exhaled shakily, “I hate you.”

He smirked before leaning down to kiss you, his lips latching onto yours roughly. You let out a whimper. His teeth scraped against your bottom lip, tugging your lips open, his tongue slipping into your mouth hotly. His tongue swipes against yours as you whine, hands tugging his hair, Oscar groaning at the pull.

He pulls his head back, lips glossy and cheeks flushed as he began trailing kisses down your neck, wet and sloppy, sometimes pausing to suck a light mark into your skin.

“Osc,” You whimpered, tugging a little harder on his hair as he groaned, lips trailing lower, leaving a wet trail of kisses.

Reaching his head back up, he placed a light kiss on your lips before tapping your hip. His eyes were blown with want, his lips upturned deviously. “Alright, time for bed.” He spoke, your body slightly relaxing from disappointment, a teasing smirk covering his face.

You pouted at him, cheeks flushed bright red, lips bitten raw as he climbed off of you.

Calling him a tease was an understatement.

-‘๑’-

The next evening, you were both running late, on the brink of missing a team dinner with the grid. Your hair was still half done, dress zipped halfway, the strap nearly sliding off your shoulder as you finished your makeup, face as close to the mirror as humanly possible, trying to get the best possible liner wing.

Your mouth was slightly open, forming an ‘o’ as your hand shook a little. You saw Oscar come up behind you, his eyes looking at your reflection adoringly, a small smile stretching his face. You yelped quietly, feeling his hands grab the arch of your ass, rubbing over it a few times before resting one on your hip and the other still palming your ass.

You could see your cheeks redden at the action, feeling Oscar’s hips press against your backside, his arousal pressing into you. His eyes darkened as you watched him behind you, his eyes stuck on the shape of your hips in the dress, entranced.

You huffed out quietly, deciding the wing was the best it was going to get as you straightened up, pressing completely against Oscar as you put away your makeup.

His knuckles brushed the bare skin your unzipped dress exposed, sending a shiver down your spine as you bit your lip. “Need help?” He asked, full well knowing you did.

“Please,” You requested, tone soft and nervous. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your neck, trailing a few further down as his hand slipped up towards the strap, gently pushing it off your shoulder. His knuckles trailed lower, nearing your tailbone, then back up again.

“I don’t know if I wanna zip it up,” He murmured, the strap of your dress sitting idly off your shoulder, threatening to fall completely.

“Oscar,” You warned, tone stern, knowing you both had somewhere to be.

He chuckled lowly, the sound thrumming through your chest. “Okay, okay.”

The zipper slid up slowly, torturously. His lips brushed against your shoulder as he brought the strap back up.

“You have no idea how hard you make it to behave,” he whispered, lips brushing against the back of your ear as you pushed your hips back against him, his hands tightening on you.

You swallowed, “Maybe that’s my goal,”

His hands paused at your waist before he let you walk away.

Barely.

-‘๑’-

You woke the next morning to his fingers tracing your arm. You’d fallen asleep tangled together, as usual, limbs warm and overlapping in a way that made it impossible to tell where you ended and he began.

“Do you ever think about it?” you asked softly, voice less than a mumble.

Oscar’s finger paused. “Think about what, darling?”

You turned over to face him, your voice quiet, a little nervous. “Us, that night. You know, when it does happen.”

He blinked, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, “Every night.”

Your breath caught.

“But I don’t imagine it for me,” He added. “I imagine it for you. What you’ll need, how to make it not scary, how to make you feel good, how to make you want it again, what I can do for you.”

That was the thing about Oscar. Sure he could be cocky and shameless all day, but when it came down to you, the real thing, his teasing quieted.

He kissed your forehead lightly, “No rush, baby, I don’t mind. I’m ready whenever you are. I’ll wait.” He reassured.

You smiled, heart bursting, “Even if it drives you mad?”

He grinned, a huff coming out lightly. “That’s the best part, darling.”

-‘๑’-

Oscar had a sponsor event coming up, and of course, he had wanted you to be there. Your stylist had sent over a few options for you to try.

Oscar insisted he help you decide, and so you found yourselves sitting in the quiet hotel room after a long media day, cycling through dress options that were best fit for the event.

He watched intently, offering his opinions when he deemed necessary, ensuring he always complimented you regardless.

You stepped out in a navy dress, tight, strapless, and fairly short, cinching your waist in essentially accentuating your hips. You couldn’t even make it to the mirror to look at yourself.

Oscar’s gaze snapped to you, eyes dragging across every inch of your frame. He sat up slowly, inching towards the edge of the bed, jaw clenched. “No.”

You blinked, a hand running across your body, smoothing any wrinkles. You gave a slight twirl, presenting your backside to Oscar, a small look over your shoulder catching his eyes staring. “No?”

“You can’t wear that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why not?”

He stood up, walked over slowly, and circled behind you. “Because,” He murmured, mouth brushing your ear, “If you walk around in this, I’m going to get into a fight.”

You laughed, lighthearted, your head falling back slightly onto his chest. “You’re not the jealous type.”

“Not usually,” he said, voice low, his hand sliding up your thigh towards the hem of the dress. “But right now I’m thinking about how easy it would be to slide this dress up.” He teased, his fingers pushing up the hem of your dress, dangerously close to exposing you. “Or off. No zippers, no buttons.’

You bit your lip.

He smirked. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You glared at him through the mirror, watching his hand roam your hips in the reflection. “I hate you,” you tried, your knees slightly wobbling when you said it. He tugged the edge of your dress, completely exposing you. His foot pushed your ankle, spreading your legs a little as your breath caught.

“I don’t think you do, baby.” He said quietly, fingers grazing your inner thigh, seeing your arousal drip down slightly, his fingers catching it as he rubbed his fingers against your core teasingly. Your body shook, feeling his rough fingers spread your arousal.

“You knew what you were doing. Knew I’d lose my mind the second I saw you in this, or that I’d want to ruin it, didn’t you?” He teased his finger teasing your entrance softly as he lightly fucked his fingers into you, your knees buckling, his arms around your waist being the only thing keeping you up. You whimpered, he was giving you enough to tease you, but not enough to actually feel good just yet.

“Osc,” You whined out, body buckling from pleasure as he held you up, his fingers hitting a spot deep inside you.

“Take it so well, can’t wait to see how you fit me, baby.” He teased, quickening his pace, your stomach tightening. “Look at yourself.” He demanded, his other hand reaching up around to grab your throat, not so hard that it was painful, but enough to limit the air to your lungs, brain fogging at the intensity.

You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, cheeks flushed red, eyes blown wide with need, tears brimming in them from pleasure. Your lips were parted, breathy and glossy. Oscar’s hand looked obscene around your neck, veins bulging as he tightened slightly. His eyes were dark, glazing over your body wantingly.

The sounds of your arousal mixed with gasps and whines as Oscar continues mumbling sweet nothings encouragingly to you brought you closer to your release. His fingers slowed, teasing, pulling out before slowly fucking back into you, your mind dizzying at the stretch.

“Oscar, please,” You begged, needing just a bit more. He chuckled from behind you, placing a soft kiss on the back of your head, his fingers plunging deeper, hitting exactly where you needed, a breathless moan escaping your throat as you crumbled. Your body clenched, writhing against Oscar, and he slowly eased his fingers out, a teasing pump making you whine.

You exhale a breath, body slumping as he circles his arms around you, pulling the dress down to cover you. “You did so well, darling.” He praised, kissing the top of your head, mumbling ‘I love you’s’ into your hair as you caught your breath.

“Now you definitely can’t wear this dress or else I’m gonna spend all evening thinking about doing that,” He mumbled, placing one last gentle kiss against your head as he tapped your bum. You lightly slapped his arm jokingly, walking towards the bathroom to change back into your clothes for bed.

You heard Oscar chuckle behind you as he watched your legs tremble slightly from the aftermath of his actions.

A menace.

-‘๑’-

It had been a hectic day, lots of physical activities, and simply exploring the city with a few of the other drivers’ girlfriends. Tennis, a bike ride along the boardwalk and coast, a pretty hike and picnic, and my god, so many pictures.

You had come back home to Oscar in the shower, the sound of water running mixed with the heat of the bathroom making the home feel cozier. After changing, your body needed a stretch to loosen all its muscles. You heard the shower turn off as you nearly flopped onto the floor in your bedroom. You laid out a few dynamic stretches, letting your body relax, sighs of relief leaving your mouth. You stood up, bending forward, your hands reaching for your toes, hamstrings burning at the pull.

You closed your eyes, exhaling a deep breath as you heard the bathroom door open, footsteps padding closer. As you go to stand up, a hand steadies itself on your lower back, pushing your body back down as Oscar pushes against you.

You immediately regretted the choice of stretch, vulnerable and exposed. He straddled your legs from behind, his other hand gripping your waist.

“Need help?” He asked, far too innocently, for the way his hands were roaming your hips and his hips were pushing against you.

“No,” You stuttered out quickly, unsuccessfully attempting to push yourself back up.

“Adjust your posture. Back straight, hips forward.” He instructed, his voice breathy. “Breathe, baby.”

You nearly died on the spot.

“I’m trying to stretch,” You muttered, muscles tensing up as your heart hammered against your chest.

“I’m helping,” He said, fingers splaying wide against your back. “This is very technical work.”

Momentarily, you ground your hips back into him, Oscar groaning at the movement. “You’re the worst.” You mumbled, a smile still evident in your tone.

“Correct,” He chuckles, “but look how deep you’re stretching now.” He spoke, his tone sultry with innuendos.

You couldn’t even respond, just exhaling exasperatedly. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He always did.

-‘๑’-

It was a particularly hot day this weekend in Miami. You were sitting on a curb outside the garage, licking a near-melting ice cream cone while Oscar stood next to you, sipping water. It was a few hours before free practice 2, his suit undone, sitting at his hips as his fireproof clung to his body.

He watched you for a second too long.

“Baby,” He sighed, cheeks lightly flushed from the heat or the sight of you.

You looked up at him, eyes alight with energy.

“You can’t eat it like that.” He groaned, tone almost a warning.

You blinked at him, taking another slow lick before asking, “Like what?”

He raised a brow, arms crossing against his chest. “You’re lingering, it’s obscene.”

You rolled your eyes, mind revelling at how easily you could also get him riled up. “It’s just ice cream.”

He sat down, leaning in close to you, his voice low, meant for only the two of you. “It was ice cream. Now it’s a public indecency charge.”

You took an extra slow lick, simply to spite him, your eyes not leaving his. Oscar made a strangled noise, running a hand over his face and looking away. “You’re going to kill me.” He said, voice muffled by his hands.

“Good,” you said, smiling at him as if you hadn’t just made him hard.

He reached a hand out, swiping a bit of melted ice cream from the corner of your mouth, slow and deliberate. His thumb dragged just enough to make your stomach drop a little, heart pounding.

“You missed a spot.” He said, eyes heavy as he brought his thumb to his mouth, suckling the ice cream off, eyes glued to yours.

Your breath hitched at the sight, his tongue swiping over the pad of his thumb momentarily. You didn’t speak for a full minute after that.

-‘๑’-

You were sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, testing a few different hairstyles for fun. It had been a slower day, Oscar mostly out training for the day, as you stayed at home. He wandered in a bit later, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He leaned against the doorframe, simply admiring you as you fiddled with your hair.

After a while, he walked over, squatting down behind you, placing a soft kiss on the back of your head. He twirled a finger through your hair before gathering it whole in his hands.

“So pretty like this,” He said softly, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Then he leaned closer, voice warm against your ear. He tightened his hold, pulling your head back slightly as your breath hitched at the pull.

“D’you ever think about what I’d do if I had your hair in my hands like this for another reason, baby?” He asked, tone deep, vibrating through your chest as your heart pounded against your ribs.

You nearly choked on your breath, cheeks flushing.

He just walked out, satisfied with himself at the red on your face.

-‘๑’-

The hotel room was quiet, the low hum of traffic and the soft rustling of bedsheets filling the room. You weren’t asleep, nor was he.

Oscar was lying on his side, one arm tucked neatly under his head, the other resting gently across your waist, a comforting weight. His mouth was warm against your neck, trailing slow, reverent kisses.

Your shirt had long since been pushed up, panties pushed aside as his hands roamed your body as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands were everywhere, on your hips, your thighs, the sides of your neck. He kissed you as though he was trying to keep it gentle, but you felt it, his control hanging on by a thread.

He pushed himself up and on top of you, his weight welcome and warming, as his lips found yours, tongue desperately swiping over yours as you whimpered, one hand scratching the back of his neck and the other trailing down his chest towards his waistband.

His hips bucked forward, your fingers pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants, his cock springing up, flushed and aching as your hand pumped him. You spread your thighs a little, feeling Oscar nibble on your lip before smoothing it over with his tongue. Your hand trailed back up his abs, nails lightly scratching along his body as he groaned.

His hips pressed forward, and you felt it, him. Hard against you, not inside, but nestled perfectly between your thighs, slightly coated in his arousal mixing with yours. The thin friction, skin on skin, made you gasp. He lifted his head from yours, eyes watching your face as he pushed his hips.

You clenched your thighs, wanting to make Oscar feel good too as he moaned. This, by far, had been his favourite way to get both of you off without crossing any lines. He bucked his hips, groaning at the wet slide between your thighs.

He exhaled shakily, forehead pressing to yours, his eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck.” He let out breathily as you looked at him, wide-eyed and cheeks flushed.

You arched into him, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails slightly digging into him as his name spilled from your lips. You felt his warmth slide against your core, body begging for him.

He rocked slowly, getting used to feeling as you clenched a little tighter, his hips faltering a little.

You nearly fell apart watching him stutter.

He shuffled back, sliding off his sweatpants and boxers, dropping them off the side of the bed as his hands stumbled to throw off your t-shirt. His hand gripped your thigh, pulling it higher to rest upon his waist as his hips moved again, slow and controlled, dragging the full weight of his want between your legs, watching your arousal coat him.

He groaned, eyes locking with yours as he spoke, “You feel…” he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw. “So fucking soft, baby, unreal.” He continued, voice shaky with need.

You moaned softly, back arching. It was overwhelming, but you craved it. Every press of his hips sent sparks ripping through your spine. Although he wasn’t inside, it felt like he was claiming every inch of you anyway.

“Fuck baby, please,” He begged, although you weren’t quite sure for what. “Please let me fuck you, please I-” He exhaled, his voice whiny as you moaned his name. “Need to fuck you.”

Your heart pounded, nails clawing up his back as his cock throbbed between your thighs, your arousal’s mixing messily. “Oscar…”

“Please, you feel so-” he gasped, hips rutting into yours especially hard, “so warm, so fucking perfect.”

His tip slid between your folds, catching at the entrance momentarily as it slid, you whimpered at the feeling. He placed a shaky kiss to your lips, shuddering at the feeling.

You moaned softly, eyes blown wide with want as you watched Oscar huff with need. His mouth hovered over yours, hot breath spilling across your lips. “All I can think about is how good you’d feel around me.”

You whined softly, you were right there with him, burning up with need.

He kissed you, hard and messy, full of want. He pulled back, his face looking as though he was breaking.

“Please,” He breathed. “Let me fuck you,” He begged, his voice raw and torn.

You stared up at him, breathless, heart pounding in time with his.

“I want it,” You whispered, his eyes closing at the words, a low groan rumbling from his chest. He exhaled like he’d been holding that breath for months.

“Say it again,” He begged.

“I want you.” You whimpered.

He kissed you again, slow this time, like the desperation from before was folding into something deeper. He leaned his forehead against yours, one hand trailing down between your thighs, the other cupping your check like he was in awe of your words.

His fingers slipped between your thighs, pumping lightly, your thighs dripping with arousal as his eyes caught sight. You groaned at the slight stretch, heart clenching with nerves. He

“I’ve got you,” He reassured, noticing the worry on your face. His fingers curl, hitting a deep spot, body arching at the feeling before he slid them out. He spread the arousal across himself, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

“You’re everything,” He spoke, tone soft as he pushed in. Just the tip, your breath hitched, and he did too. His mouth fell open, eyes squeezed shut like the sensation wrecked him instantly. The stretch was unreal, your body shuddering.

“Shit,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You feel-” he groaned as you clenched around him. “Fuck, baby.”

He hadn’t moved yet, simply just held it there, letting you adjust, watching you carefully through blown pupils and clenched teeth, his tip pulsing inside you.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing a soft thumb over your cheek.

You nodded, words caught somewhere in your throat, “Yeah.” You let out breathily, eyes brimming lightly with tears. Oscar bent down, kissing your forehead then your nose, then your lips, soft, slow and grounding. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered. “Tell me if you need anything.” He spoke, gently and caring.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his body closer as you curled your leg a bit tighter around his waist in response.

That was all he needed.

He pressed in deeper, the stretch making your head spin as he slid in, inch by inch, until he was fully there. Oscar breaths landed heavy into your neck, one hand on your waist and the other gripping the sheet beside your head like it was the only thing keeping him together.

“God,” he groaned, “You’re fucking soaked, dripping all over my cock.” He spoke, the words making your tummy turn. You were clinging to him, gasping softly, overwhelmed by how close he was, how he fit like he was meant to. You could hear the slick drag of him between your thighs.

He rocked his hips gently, rolling in slow careful waves. Not hard, not fast. Just intentionally, every motion is a promise. You moaned softly, body arching up into his, matching the rhythm.

“That’s it,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth, “You’re okay. You’re perfect, so perfect, baby.” He reassured, his tone gentle with love.

You tighten your grip around his back, feeling his cock throb inside of you, vision blurring at the feeling of him pumping inside you. “Oscar, fuck.”

“I’ve got you,” he breathed again, one hand tangling in your hair, holding your forehead to his. “You’re mine baby, I’ve got you.” His words emphasized with a thrust.

“More,” You whimpered out brokenly. His thrusts quickened slightly, the sound of your arousal and skin slapping against each other fucking filthy in the air.

Your head spun at the feeling of him, nails scratching along his back as he whispered sweet nothings. “Fuck you feel so good, you’re so tight.” He whined head falling to your shoulder as he fucked into you. “Gripping me like you were made for me.”

“You’ve fucking ruined me,” Oscar groans, hips rocking into you. He angles his hips, hitting a better angle as you whimper. You’re babbling at him, lips bitten raw as you look at him, eyes blown to filth.

You clench around him, your body needing release. And fuck, Oscar nearly cums feeling you tighten around him. “Look at yourself, baby. Clenching around me like you’re fucking desperate for this, hm?” He teased, sitting up slightly as he fucked into you, watching your body rock up with each thrust. His hand reached up, thumb tweaking over your nipple as you whimpered.

He hissed through his teeth. “You feel that, baby? Right there?” He spoke, hand pressing down against your lower stomach, the pressure making your chest ache. You cry out, feeling his cock bulge inside you. You whimpered, nodding desperately.

He buried his face in your neck, breath hot and shaky. “You’re fucking melting around me. So wet-” He swore, voice shaking as he groaned. “I can feel everything.”

His hips snapped into you, rougher now, and the sounds it made, skin on skin, soaked and absolutely filthy, only made you clench harder. Oscar exhaled, grabbing your hips to keep you where he wanted you, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” he growled, teeth dragging against your skin. “Like I can’t help myself?”

You moaned, arching beneath him, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, fuck Osc, please.” He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes glassy and dark and completely undone. “Open your eyes, darling, look at me. I want to see your face when you come.” He demanded, your stomach churning at his tone.

You did, barely able to keep your eyes open as he slammed into you, again and again, hitting that perfect spot, your tummy bulging at how fucking well he was filling you. Your body went tight, heat building until it snapped.

You shattered under him with a strangled cry, legs trembling, your cunt clenching around him so hard it made him swear, loud and filthy.

“Fuck, that’s it. That’s it, baby, just like that. You’re so fucking good”

You were still fluttering around him, overstimulated and gasping as Oscar’s thrust slowed slightly. His pace stuttered, hands flying to your thighs to hold you open as he drove in deeper.

“Where- fuck, where do you want it?” he gasped, barely coherent. “Tell me where you want me, baby. I’m not gonna last, fuck, I’m so close.” He begged, his thrusts getting sloppier.

You clenched impossibly tighter, a tear spilling from your eye as you whispered, “Inside, I wanna feel it.” you whimpered.

That broke him.

Oscar let out the filthiest sound you’d ever heard from him, a half groan, half moan, as he slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep, his whole body going rigid as he came with a choked moan against your mouth.

You felt it. Every hot pulse, deep and perfect, his cock filling you with warmth.

He didn’t move at first. Just held there, twitching inside you, breath heavy, chest heaving against yours. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours.

He kissed you then, slow, open-mouthed, filthy, and tender all at once. And when he finally pulled out, you gasped at the loss, feeling disappointingly empty. “You’re perfect.”

He looked down at you, watching himself drip out from between your thighs, and let out a shaky laugh. “Look at you, fucking filthy baby. Look at what I did to you.” He said, running his finger through the slick mess between your legs pushing it back into you as you whine.

He leaned in again, kissing your shoulder, dragging his lips down your chest lovingly before whispering, “You’re mine now, every fucking inch.”

You whimpered, hips twitching at the pressure. “Oscar-” you gasped.

“You think I can stop now?” He growled, voice low and rough, his body sliding down against yours. “When you’re this wet, this open for me, when I can see what I’ve done to you?”

He sat back a little, spreading you open again. He knelt between your legs, eyes fixed between them, lips parted like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to ruin you with his fingers of his mouth.

“Fuck it,” he muttered. “You let me know if it’s too much okay, baby?” He reassured, his eyes hungry with want.

He dipped his head and licked a striped through the mess he left inside you, groaning low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you.

You sobbed, a hand flying to grip the sheets, the other threading through his hair, body jolting at the overstimulation.

“You taste like me,” he said, almost smug, tongue dragging over you again. “So fucking sweet, how the fuck am I supposed to be gentle, hm?” His eyes running over your body hungrily, peering up at you from between your legs.

His hands pinned your thighs wide as he sucked your clit into his mouth, rough and hungry, pure filthy, wet, need.

You were already close, too close. “Oscar, I- please,” Your voice cracked, hips bucking up.

“Yeah baby,” he groaned into you, “I know, gimme another darling. Let me hear how pretty you sound with my cum still dripping out of you.”

That pushed you straight over. You came hard, again. Your whole body shaking, breath catching on a scream as he worked you through it with his tongue and fingers, relentless and soaked.

He pulled back only when your thighs were twitching, lips slick and shining, eyes glazed with lust.

He looked wrecked.

And hard again.

“Turn over,” he said, voice hoarse, wrecked and commanding. You blinked at him breathless.

He reached down, slapping your ass once, just enough to make you jump. “On your knees. I’m not done with you.” a tone of ferality to him.

You obeyed, barely able to hold yourself up, Oscar’s arm coming around your waist to support your body. He lined himself up behind you, dragging his cock through your folds teasingly,

“Gonna fuck you one more time okay, baby?” he groaned, hand gripping your hip like a vice. “And you’re gonna take it.”

You moaned, shameless and needy.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, voice strained, “Opening up for me again, you’re mine.” You nodded, barely able to breathe.

“Say it.” He commanded, sliding into you slowly.

“I’m yours,” you gasped, face falling onto the pillows.

“That’s right,” he muttered darkly, sliding in and out, deeper and rougher, more possessive now. Filthy, and in love, and completely fucking obsessed.

And it was quite safe to say he didn’t stop until you were crying into the pillows, shaking, and ruined all over again.

“You okay?” he asked, your body collapsing forward into the pillows, legs trembling, heartbeat still fluttering somewhere in your throat. Your body felt wrecked in the best way, used, filled, warm.

You barely registered the sound of the sheets rustling behind you until you felt Oscar’s hands on your hips again, softer this time, thumbs pressing light circles into your skin.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice rough from the use, but gentle now. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”

He eased out you slowly and carefully, you winced at the loss. Oscar leaned forward, kissing the top of your spine, then the back of your shoulder, his lips lingering. “You’re okay,” he murmured. “I’ve got you, baby.”

He disappeared for a moment, you heard the tap running, the sound of a warm cloth being wrung out, then he was back, sinking onto the bed beside you, gently coaxing you onto your back.

His eyes flicked across your body, his work. The redness on your thighs, the marks on your neck, the mess between your legs.

He swallowed hard.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said softly, in awe. “Completely mine.” You shivered at his words.

“Too much?” he asked immediately, eyes snapping up to yours, alert. “No.” you whispered, “Not even close.” A small smile crossing your face.

Relief washed across his face, and he kissed you, without any hurry. His hand cradling the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone, you leaned into him, your body aching but weightless now, as if everything inside you had finally settled.

He cleaned you gently, his touch light but focused, whispering quiet apologies every time you flinched.

When he was done, he pulled you straight into his arms, blankets pulled up, limbs tangled. You tucked yourself into his chest, cheek against his warm skin, listening to the slowing rhythm of his heart.

He kissed your forehead, then again, and again, like he couldn’t stop.

“You okay?” he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper now.

You nodded into his neck. “I’m fantastic.” you let out lightly.

His arms tightened around you. “I love you.” he murmured, burying his face in your hair. You smiled, half-asleep already. “I love you.” you mumbled happily.

There was a long pause. Just the two of you, breathing together.

“You know I’m never letting you out of this bed again, right?” he whispered. “Like… we live here now.”

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You say that now.”

“I mean it,” he mumbled, already pulling you impossibly closer. “You’ve got me obsessed.”

And with your body against his, the smell of skin, sweat, and something softer between you, you fell asleep with him wrapped completely around you. Safe, warm, and entirely his.

-‘๑’-

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1-800-mika · 30 days ago

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Imagining a desperate yandere who just can’t keep his hands off you….

Tags: yandere x reader, fingering, soft, gentle, dumbification, noncon, gn neutral reader, afab reader

He's plunging his thick fingers deep into your cunt, achingly slow. Other hand holding your face against his heart while you lay your back on his naked chest. His breath shaky as he watches his digits disappear past your folds, your juices forming a puddle beneath you.

The soft touches leaving you weak and shaky, unable to exert any more energy than a feeble push at his arm, nothing compared to the layers of muscle lining his body. Feeling the slow pumping, in, out, in, out - infinite and soooo fucking slow. Whining as drool slips down the corner of your mouth.

He cradles your face with his unoccupied hand, eyes drowning in your own. He leans in and messily licks up your spit, tongue flat against your face as his heavy breath hits your feverish flesh. You can’t even shake your head ‘no’ as he slobbers all over your cheek, his palm keeping you firm in place. Keeping you there for hours. Lazily fingering you until your brain melts out your pussy.

First like actual post on this account holy shit 😓

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1-800-mika · 1 month ago

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Waking up to sloppy head.

That strange warm feeling you get just before you gain consciousness. The first thing you notice is the sounds of sucking and lapping. You suddenly feel the overwhelming coil in your stomach and the throbbing in your clit. Then it makes sense...

You look down and see them, their eyes piercing yours, the smirk on their face teasing as they continue to lick and suck at your cunt like they're never going to get the chance again.

You're too tired to move so your hands grip at the bed sheets and your head flicks to the side moans getting louder the more you wake up.

"even your body was begging for me."

"twitching and throbbing your cunt knows who it belongs too."

"come on sweetheart you're so close already.. cum in my mouth.."

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1-800-mika · 2 months ago

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Could you write a Chrollo x kidnapped Reader where he just gentle noncons her after being held captive for months . She just really doesn’t warm up to him as he imagined it to considering she is shy and insecure👉🏼👈🏼

Thank you and I really love your work❤️

I’ll be 100% honest I was not expecting that as my first request lmaooo

I think I went a lil off topic sorry 😭 + implications are my specialty

Anyways, thanks for the support! Hope you like it <333

Warnings: non/dub-con (implied), yandere

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There’s nothing for you to be afraid of. You know that.

Well, in the physical sense, at least. Since your first morning waking up in his presence, you’ve been verbally assured of Chrollo’s lack of desire to hurt you. You can’t say that he’s completely lied about that.

Chrollo has never hit you. He’s never pushed you, never slapped you, never grabbed you by the wrist, even when you tried to run away from him.

You’ve only ever attempted that once, many months ago. You’d seen your opportunity and taken it, smart enough to know that the bustling crowds in the heart of York New City are useful tools of both obstruction and disguise.

You weren’t smart enough, however, to understand who you were dealing with.

You’d ditched your iced tea at him - a move that surprised both of you, considering your nature - knocking over the outdoor café chair as you sprinted away into the busy streets. Your limbs moved on impulse, motions imprecise as you expected him to appear in front of you, ruining your chances of freedom before you even had a chance to get your hopes up.

Instead, Chrollo chose to calmly follow you through the city streets with his hands in his pockets. You’d taken a gambling glance over your shoulder once you’d thought you’d created enough distance between predator and prey.

To your horror, he was only about twenty metres away, his fur-lined coat unmissable. His nonchalant attitude was unnerving, to say the least. He was just being an ass, right? That was the reason for his unfazed demeanour.

Narrowly missing an opportunity to stumble over your own feet, you continued your escape.

You took another glance.

Phew. He wasn’t catching up, still the same distance.

You put even more power into your legs, running faster than you’d ever run before. Another glance. Still the same distance. So he’s not catching up, what a relief.

Wait. He wasn’t falling behind, either.

No matter how fast or slow you ran, he was always behind you.

Unlike Chrollo, your endurance had a limit, eventually slowing yourself to a stop by an ice-cream parlour, panting and sweating and wheezing. You neither had the energy nor the gall to fight back as his arms snaked around you, sealing your fate.

He didn’t hurt you. But he hasn’t taken you outside for months, save for your last move into your current residence, a suburban house on the outskirts of Yorbia.

Perhaps he should’ve revelled in your touch more when he collected you. Since then, your anxieties have evidently only increased, shying away from all his touches, no matter how gentle, no matter how necessary. You won’t let him hold your hands, nails bumpy and bitten, or put an arm around your waist, shoving it away as he attempts to squeeze the soft flesh there.

His kisses don’t hurt you. His lips are delicate and his movements are gentle, a stark contrast to the man you know he truly is. Every time he tries, however, you move back on impulse. You can’t help it.

You’re nervous. It’s something he has to consider. If you were outspoken and sassy, he could just gag you. Forcing someone else to speak is leagues more difficult than simply cutting out their tongue. Frustration burns inside of him - you’re obedient in every sense, except for this single obstacle. He wants to touch you without having you back away, frightened out of your mind.

It’s unfortunate it has to come to this, it really is. But alas, you’ve both learnt that you can’t get what you want all the time.

He stands up, taking precise steps towards you. There’s terror in your eyes as he towers over you, shrivelling yourself up on the sofa. You don’t know what he’s going to do to you, but you know it’ll be horrid. Maybe he’ll kill a family member in front of you for your rejection, or threaten you with his Ben’s Knife, or maybe he’ll even slap you.

Chrollo does not do any of those things.

Instead, he crouches in front of you, caressing your cheek with his hand. Your eyes squeeze shut, trying to relax into his gesture, but your heart beats out of control.

He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, unreciprocated, before pulling away. It’s not enough. It never was.

You squeak as he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to your shared bedroom, placing you down on the bed eagerly. He’s never been this rough with you, but there’s a first time for everything.

He peppers more kisses over your face, whilst you lie there, frozen in horror. As his kisses trail downwards, along your jaw, you manage to muster a few words out.

“Chrollo, please, st-”

“Just relax,” he coos, voice threatening to waver with anticipation.

You’re whimpering like a beaten dog, pathetic little thing you are.

Your eyes squeeze shut again, tears rolling. “I-I don’t…I can’t…”

“Yes you can, darling,” he coos as he plants delicate kisses up the length of your neck, the soft sensation of his lips adding to the conflict in your chest and mind.

Your words get clogged behind the lump of horror and fear that forms in your throat. Furiously shaking your head, a frantic last resort, you feel your jaw get caught in the web of his splayed fingers. Your eyes open as you feel his warm breath envelop your ear.

“You know what I promised you,” he purrs, “and I intend to keep it. I swear to you, doll, I won’t hurt you.”

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1-800-mika · 2 months ago

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Midnight snack | p.p

Warnings- smut, non-con, oral (female), unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, overstimulation, cream pie, spit kink, bondage, reader doesn’t want it, choking

Authors note- this is a dark smut, so if you don’t like it don’t read it,

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When you wake up you feel an intense pleasure all through your body, you feel something against your pussy but before you could react and actually think of what is causing it, you cum your legs twitching and eyes rolling back

That’s when you feel it, a hand holding your thigh down and a tongue against you, you know you fell asleep by yourself and no one else is in the apartment, when you go to move your hands you can’t and you look up seeing the familiar web.

You look back down and see Peter parker your ex, your eyes widen as he says “hey baby, I’ve missed you” as he’s smiling up at you, I go to kick my legs but they are webbed to.

“Peter stop” you say moving your hips, peter just laughs and shakes his head as he says “why would I stop when I just started sweetheart” and he starts kissing up your body stopping at your boobs as he plays with your nipples

He sucks your right nipple into his mouth as he plays with the other one, and you can help but moan for him, peter smiles when he here’s you and he starts leaving hickeys everywhere all over you

Then he reaches his hand down to grab his cock as he slides the head through your folds, tapping your clit a couple times as your legs twitch and he says, “your mine and only mine got it” then he slams into you

You both moan at the feeling your body betraying you as you move your hips to meet his, then he pulls out to just the tip and he slams back in, he does it a couple times slowly, then he goes animalistic and starts pounding into you

You moan louder as he grunts into your ear and he says “always so tight for me love” then he bites your neck sucking, one of his hands slides down your body and to your clit then he starts rubbing fast circles

“Cum for me baby need to feel you squeeze my cock” he says into your ear as he pounds harder hitting your g spot as you cum all over his cock, but he doesn’t stop he just keeps going harder and harder

He continues to rub your clit as he grabs your neck, choking you lightly and he says “you should have known to not leave me, you stupid stupid girl” as he pounds harder, “and now your never going to be able to leave me again, your mine”

He says then chokes harder and he pounds faster and rubs your clit harder saying “cum one more time baby and I’ll cum in you then we’re done for know”

Your face drops and you say “Peter please dont cum in me” and you cum around him again as your whole body shakes and he says “to bad” then he cums to filling you up

He continues to fuck you both through the high and when you both start to get back to earth he pulls out of you slowly, watching as his cum drips out of you, he gently pushes it back in saying “can’t let any of that go to waste you need yo get pregnant”

Your frozen and you say “Peter what have you done” as you start to cry, Peter wipes your tears and holds you saying “your mine and you need to know it” then he kisses you on the forehead “your going to have my child”

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1-800-mika · 2 months ago

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NSFW

He likes to look up at you while he eats you out with those pretty eyes full of lust… “look at me, angel. look at how good I’m making you feel.”

He loves holding your hand, and if you look away he’ll hold your bud between his teeth lightly as a warning…

He usually doesn’t like to see you cry, but your eyes are so pretty when you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s given you.

He likes to tongue fuck you too but man… he loves sucking on your clit.

He likes to hear you whimper and whine, and loves when you tug on his hair or give him a little guidance

He can’t deny he gets really hard when you gently push his head towards your entrance, wanting some attention there too!!

The sounds…

He’s squeezing your thighs as he sucks, nibbles, licks… you’d think he was starving for pussy

He really just wants to make you feel good, but honestly he eats you out because he really really enjoys it.

He would do it regardless but… it does help that he loves it!

Trying to do anything around the house after he’s gotten a taste of pussy is hard. And god sitting on this man’s face?? He would go to cloud 9…

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|| GOJO|| NANAMI|| GETO|| SUKUNA|| CHOSO||TOJI ||KURAPIKA|| LEORIO|| CHROLLO|| ILLUMI|| FEITAN|| EREN|| JEAN|| ARMIN|| RENGOKU|| OBANAI|| TENGEN|| YOUR FAV

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1-800-mika · 2 months ago

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GOJO SATORU: IT'S GONNA FEEL SO GOOD, I PROMISE!

.ೃ࿐ he's dreamt about fucking you for months, and now that you're finally in his sheets, he has no intent of letting you go—especially when he finds out that he's your first time. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. virgin!reader. kinda sorta subtle coercion, corruption kink, slight dubcon, fingering, p –> v, lots of praise!!, mentions of prior dirty dreams (about you).

author's note: had this stuck in my drafts for a while so uhhhh. yea enjoy. tagging @mymegumi bc i love selene ꨄ︎

"please, baby, it'll feel so good," satoru cooes, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his. "i promise i'll be gentle."

you shrug, scrunching up your nose at satoru hesitantly. "i don't know..."

your boyfriend presses his lips to yours briefly and smiles tenderly. satoru's soft eyes are fixed on you, only you as he widens them pleadingly. "i wanna teach you how to fuck. please, sweetheart, we can stop anytime. jus' wanna make you feel good, i promise!"

it's only partially a lie—yes, satoru certainly wants to teach you to fuck, but he's not entirely certain that he could just stop anytime. especially because he's well aware that fucking a virgin is such an addicting experience—satoru knows you're gonna be so tight that you'll just suck him in, and he isn't that confident that he'll be able to stop once he's started.

but whatever, that's a problem for later—for now, he's focused on persuading you to spread those legs for him and show him your pretty pussy.

you pause, considering his proposal. after a couple seconds, you nod hesitantly. "you promise you'll be gentle?" you ask meekly, averting your eyes.

satoru nods, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "of course—now c'mon, let's get those clothes off of you, baby." and a couple agonizing minutes later, you're half naked underneath a shirtless satoru, and his fingers trace the inside of your thigh.

"so first, i'm gonna make you cum on my fingers, 'kay?" satoru informs you. "needa loosen you up so you can take my dick."

"o-okay," you whisper, swallowing nervously. "i'm a little scared," you admit, fiddling with the waistband of your lacy underwear. "will it hurt?"

after a moment, satoru nods in response. "at first it will. but then you're gonna feel so good, i promise."

"you promise?"

"i do."

satoru tugs down your panties and grins at the sight of your pussy, untouched and reserved just for him. he's dying to just fuck you then and there, rough and no prep, but he made a promise. and satoru has no intention of breaking it.

"ready?" he breathes, positioning his fingers just outside of your entrance. when you nod, he shakes his head. "i'm gonna need to hear it from you, baby. use your words."

"i'm r-ready," you confirm, inching your thighs farther apart for him.

"good girl."

then satoru slips his fingers inside, and you can't suppress the sudden moan that slips out of your lips. to you, it's embarrassing, but to satoru, it's music to his ears. he steadily pushes his fingers farther and farther into your tight cunt, and satoru can't help but marvel at the way you just suck him in.

"you're so fuckin' tight," satoru mumbles, eyes fixed on your pussy. "and so wet, too. i've barely even touched you, fuck."

it's agonizing, really—the sensation of having someone else's fingers inside of you is so new and so strange that you can almost ignore the pain (which is present but not as throbbing as you had feared). satoru makes sure to be as gentle as he can, which unfortunately isn't quite as gentle as you'd like—but it's not too rough for you to handle.

satoru starts widening his fingers in a scissor-like motion, stretching you farther apart to make room for his already rock-hard dick. you squirm around him and whine about how deep his fingers are, but satoru dismisses your complaints with a laugh. "c'mon, this is barely the beginning. if ya can't take this, how're you gonna take my dick?"

a couple minutes later, when satoru finally deems you loose enough, he pulls out his now-drenched fingers. looking you in the eye with a smug smile, he slips his fingers into his mouth and licks your slick off of them. "mm, you taste so good, pretty. lemme see if you feel as good as you taste, yeah?"

and that's how he convinces you to keep your thighs nice and spread wide open for him as he positions the head of his dick at your entrance, practically trembling from the effort it takes to not just pound into you. you're so compliant and perfect for satoru, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to push you up against the headboard and fuck you until you pass out.

but somehow, he manages to control himself. "alright, baby, this is gonna hurt," satoru warns, touching his reddening tip to your soaked pussy. "you ready?"

"y-yeah," you breathe, distantly noticing the way your hands start to tremble. satoru exhales softly and shakes his hair out of his eyes before gently pushing himself inside of you, and the first thought that enters your head is that he's ridiculously big—it feels like you're getting torn apart every second he goes in farther.

"satoruuu," you whine, starting to paw at his chest when he goes in farther, and it's too much, too fast, but he only grins down at you in response. "it hurts, ow... y're too—"

"uh uh, just shut your pretty mouth n' take it," satoru groans, shifting the angle of his hips and going in a little deeper. you cry out in pain, face scrunching up in an effort to numb the stinging sensation around your waist. satoru dips his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring praises on how well you're doing.

"it'll feel so good soon, i promise, baby," he insists, pressing his lips to the spot in between your eyes. "you're takin' me so good, fuck— agh, you're so damn tight, this one's gonna hurt like hell, but you can take it, yeah? my pretty princess, you'll do anythin' i say, won't ya..."

satoru doesn't give you a chance to respond before he says something about this being the last stretch, but his words don't really sink in until he's two more inches deep into you. his last thrust is so sudden and jarring that it makes you cry out his name, over and over and over until the pain evident on your face starts to turn into something that looks a lot like... pleasure?

a self-assured smile grows on satoru's flushed face when he sees the chance, and a thousand more words of praise fall from his lips. your vision's a little fuzzy in the corners, and your mind is all but gone—it's hard to focus on anything but the slowly fading pain.

satoru starts to move his hips back and forth, easing your loosening cunt into him and nodding at the way you slowly start to show signs of wanting more. your eyes brighten up a little and you seem more alert the longer satoru opens you up.

"startin' to feel good now?" he asks, smiling smugly when you nod your head. "yeah, told you so." the prominent blush on his face starts to creep down his neck, and when you reach up and tentatively touch his cheek, that's when he loses it.

it takes every drop of self-restraint in his body to not flip you over, face-down and ass-up and fuck your tight cunt the way he's dreamed about for months. satoru's imagined it for so long that it's practically a reality for him—the way you would whimper his name and claw at the sheets, the way you would cum all over him too many times to count, all of it. he's seen it a thousand times in his head, but having his fantasy so close and yet so far drives him insane.

but as you smile up at him, the almost unnoticeable tremble in your bottom lip assures him that this probably isn't the time. after all, you're not leaving him anytime soon, so he might as well train you first before even attempting any of that on your perfect, untouched body.

"what do i do now?" you ask, and the simplicity of the question is almost childish. especially when satoru almost laughs in response, soft blue eyes glinting with amusement.

"jus' lie there and stay pretty f'me. and keep your legs spread wiiide open," satoru cooes, shaking his hair out of his eyes only for it to fall right back in.

"yeah, you're doin' so good that i don't even buy that you were a virgin—or are you just naturally made for me, huh? maybe that's it, 'cause i swear on my life that i've never fucked a cunt this fuckin' pretty, heh."

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1-800-mika · 2 months ago

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nightmare in the daylight

knight!ghost x fem!reader

based on my prompt that you can find here.

warnings: non-con/dub-con, size kink, spanking, oral (f.receiving), fingering (f.receiving), thigh riding, biting, creampie, breeding kink

a/n: i feel so rusty so please be gentle i rewrote this way too many times, it was a lot longer and had more plot but i might just end up writing pt.2 if there is interest, I added a tag list for those who wanted to see this! 🫶

Ghost hadn't anticipated encountering a robbery on the forest trail while en route to collect his king's future wife. It was unexpected but not unwelcome; he was yearning for a skirmish, for blood and broken bones. The recent tranquility had left him restless. These bandits wouldn't pose much of a challenge, but they would at least satisfy his craving.

The skies began to pour as soon as he dismounted from his horse, startling the highwaymen. They were engaged in a one-sided fight with a few knights who had undoubtedly been sent to protect the carriage on its way to his kingdom. Before any of them could react to his arrival, heads started rolling. Chaos erupted once more, with screams of terror cutting through the forest and startling the remaining fauna.

After the final enemy fell to a sword through his abdomen, Ghost approached the carriage with slow, deliberate steps. As he opened the door, he was taken by surprise as a curtain was thrown into his face and a shard of glass was aimed for his neck by a scrawny, wild-looking maid. Despite your trembling, there was a fierce determination in your eyes, a vow that you would not give up without a struggle. Beneath his face plate, the corner of his mouth curled up, and with a wry snort, he deflected the shard from your bleeding hand. Seizing you by the back of your neck like a feisty kitten showing its claws, he pulled you out of the carriage and dropped you onto the chilly, muddy ground. As he turned back to the carriage to retrieve the princess, he realized she was no warrior; she had fainted at the sight of his imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlight.

As he carries your mistress to his horse, you launch at his back, kicking and screaming, trying to make him let her go. He unceremoniously deposits her on the horse like a sack of potatoes. Finally, he turns back to catch your hands, which have been beating at his back, with one of his much bigger hands. Your eyes go wide with terror as the reality of your position with this beast sinks in. He can't help but relish in the look of you now, wet hair sticking to your face, wild eyes, and scratches on your cheek from the broken glass. You look like a tasty meal for his beastly appetite and he's been starving for far too long. You are unaware of it but attracting his attention will be the worst mistake of your life. As he draws you closer with your bound wrists, he whispers into your ear so that you can hear him over the pouring rain, “Yer brave but stupid, girl.” After that, he hits the back of your neck and everything goes black.

The next thing you know, you are standing in front of the king who explains the entire situation. However, somehow that doesn't help the sinking feeling in your stomach, especially when the king mentions a reward for the behemoth of a man towering over you. He is still covered in blood, and daylight doesn't make him any less terrifying. He stalks around like a nightmare in black leathers that hug his form tight and emphasize his width. As if sensing your thoughts, he takes a step closer, taking up more of your space, and before you can move away, you catch the last words uttered by the king: “You brought me, my bride, Ghost, it's only fair you get a reward. Take your pick - anything you wish for will be yours.”

A weighty, gloved paw settles on the nape of your neck, causing you to startle. "I'll take 'er." Your mistress immediately starts to protest but despite her objections, the king simply nods and smiles, disregarding you entirely. You have no option but to allow the beast, that he called Ghost, to guide you away with a firm hand on your nape.

After navigating through several twists and turns, you find yourself in an unremarkable room. It contains only the absolute necessities—a bed and very little else. The one thing that draws your attention in the room is the sizeable tub that is still emitting steam, indicating it was just filled a few minutes ago.

Silently, Ghost pushes you towards the tub, and you promptly begin to retreat away from it. You refuse to bathe in his presence. Even though you are just a servant, you are still a virtuous lady.

“Either you go voluntarily or I'll throw you in kickin' and screamin'.” He growls and then says, "I'll relish it either way." You can sense the predatory undertone in his voice. You're fighting a losing battle, as going willingly gives him complete control, yet resisting might provoke an even more... primal response.

You break free from his hold, realizing that he let you go willingly.

"Can you... turn around?" he scoffs, moving to a chair that creaks under his weight. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he gestures for you to proceed. Though you want to scream or lash out, you hold back, sensing that he's waiting for you to lose control. Instead, you turn around and slowly peel off your muddied and torn dress. As you reach the chemise underneath, you sneak a peek and notice he has removed his helmet and face plate, revealing short dirty blond hair, black coal marks around his eyes, and prominent scars cutting through his lips and brow. Despite his broken nose, he remains strangely alluring, which frightens you. Hastily, you turn back, slide the chemise down, and attempt to hide under the steaming water.

"Good girl," he growls, satisfied with your obedience. Just as the relief that maybe this is all he wanted starts to sink into your bones, it's replaced with dread when you notice he starts shedding his clothes too. He loosens up his dark, blood-stained leathers with ease and deftness you wouldn't expect from a man his size.

"What are you doing?" Panic is evident in your question, but it doesn't seem to bother him at all.

"Can't bathe with my clothes on," he answers matter-of-factly. Once again, a wave of indignation courses through you, but it's quickly overshadowed by a pang of heat that forces you to rub your thighs together underwater. Your eyes can't help but stay glued to him, just as he did to you when you were taking your dress off. He is now down to his breeches, and when he pulls them down his thick thighs, you audibly gasp when you notice he is not wearing anything underneath. This earns you an amused chuckle, especially when he catches you looking again through your fingers.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, but before your thoughts can drift to what lies between his powerful thighs, he steps into the tub with you. Water spills over the edges, though he doesn't seem to mind. He pulls you close, turning you so your back presses against him, your body nestled between his legs, leaning on his firm chest. The light tickle of his hair brushes against your skin, and his strong arm rests across your stomach, fingers splayed making you feel even smaller. The contact makes you squirm, but as you try to pull away, you only stir the hardening length behind you, making you flush with heat.

“Relax,” he grunts into your ear, more command than a suggestion.

“How can I possibly –ah.” Your reply gets cut off by a moan as his other hand falls from the edge of the tub and wanders between your legs. Your attempts at closing your legs seem futile even with one hand he is strong enough to force his way in and drag his fingers through your folds nearing the opening. Your spine arches instinctively and he answers with a nip to your neck and jaw, while forcing a finger up to the first knuckle in.

“Gotta loosen you up a bit, pet.” You have no choice but to surrender to his touch as he sinks his finger in and curls it, drawing a moan out of you before you clap a hand over your mouth to keep the sounds in. But all that decorum is forgotten when he adds a second one and scissors them before slowly prodding you with the third making you see stars. The tension building in your body suddenly snaps, sending you reeling, legs going numb and your fingers digging into his arm still wrapped around your stomach.

With your mind hazy from your first-ever orgasm, you don't even register that he pulls you out of the bath, drying you, and carrying you to the bed in the center of the spacious room. Your body already half asleep.

His gravelly voice pulls you out of your post-orgasmic haze. “Naive, little thing.” Suddenly he is trailing hungry, open-mouthed, and nippy kisses down the length of your body. Marking your neck and collarbones with angry red marks, biting down harder than necessary on the underside of your breast leaving behind imprints of his teeth, and making you hiss when the pain mixes with the pleasure, he licks a trail down your stomach and in a moment of clear-headedness you try to fist his hair and tug him up and away from your center but his hair is cut too short for any leverage. When you lock eyes with him, between your legs forcing them open with hunger and lust written all over his face you try to get away just for him to deliver a loud smack to your outer thigh before dragging you closer and licking a stripe through your folds with a loud guttural groan that you feel more than you hear it.

His thumb circles your clit while he alternates kissing, sucking, and fucking you with his tongue. When your squirming in an attempt to get away turns into grinding your hips against his face, his other hand rests on your stomach adding slight pressure and making you cry out which only spurs him on. The sounds that reverberated through his chest were nothing short of animalistic and when your second orgasm shot through your core, you fell limp against the sheets with a moan that would make you blush if at least half of your brain was still functioning properly. A new wave of panic sets in when you realize that he isn't stopping. On the contrary, he probes you with his fingers in addition to his tongue. You can feel the coil in your lower belly tightening again, heating up with his ministrations.

You plead with him, saying you can't take anymore just for him to disregard it with a growl, “You've got plenty more in ya.”

You've lost count of how many times you came when he manhandled you around onto your hands and knees propping your hips up with a pillow. You turn to look at him with heavy-lidded eyes and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him standing behind you with his massive hand tugging at his thick, angry-looking, and leaking cock with his eyes glued to your core, still pulsing and wet from all your previous orgasms. Without warning he grabs your hips, aligns the blunt head of his cock with your entrance, and pushes in. Your fingers dig into the sheets from the sheer stretch as you mewl and whimper when he drags himself all the way to slam back in. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time, with every thrust his fingers dig into your hips and you are sure there will be fingerprints left with how hard he is gripping you and the idea makes you wetter. Prompted by the delicious drag of his cock your walls keep tightening around him, as he pushes you closer and closer to your release. One of his muscular arms circles your waist, his chest flush to your back, as his other arm comes to rest next to your head with one of his legs still firmly planted on the floor and the other resting next to you on the bed for better purchase. This new angle combined with the gravelly grunts so close to your ear become your undoing and you hurtle full-force into another mind-numbing orgasm with Ghost following close behind.

“Come f'r me, pet.” Again, not a suggestion but a command and who are you to refuse him? So you do as he says, pussy fluttering from the aftershocks as he fucks you through it, thumb circling your clit before he fills you up, not allowing you to move an inch, keeping your hips propped up and when he pulls out which drags another set of whimpers from you he meticulously pushes his spend back with thick, calloused fingers. “Gotta make sure it takes.”

If your consciousness weren't slipping away, you'd likely be alarmed, but instead, your eyes begin to close again, and this time, sleep claims you.

You wake to a heavy weight pressing down on your back, and it takes a moment for your mind to catch up with the events of yesterday. When it does, your entire body flushes and you attempt to move out of bed, only to find it futile. You're pinned beneath strong arms marked with scars—some from arrows, large and small, and others older, circular, and still appearing raw.

Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted as a thick, muscular thigh presses deeper between your legs, forcing them apart. Without much thought, you begin to grind against it, a primal urge stirring within you. Despite the lingering soreness from yesterday, a fresh wave of need starts to build, and any trace of resistance fades in the face of overwhelming pleasure. It feels shameful, but you can't stop the tentative movements, slowly finding a rhythm—until the sudden flex of his thigh makes you gasp, your eyes rolling back.

“So needy,” he growls close to your ear but there's no trace of anger in his voice, if anything he sounds pleased. “Come on, ride it harder.” He punctuates the sentence with yet another flex of his thigh and a nip to your neck, making you shudder but follow through with his command. As you grind back against his thigh you take a note of his cock stirring, resting heavy and hard between your bare ass. You push against it absentmindedly and find yourself pinned under him, your legs still held apart with his thigh that's now embarrassingly slick with your arousal. The visual of it makes you turn your head away, eyes closed and whimpering. Ghost doesn't like that. His massive paw of a hand grabs at your cheeks, your lips puckering involuntarily while he grunts at you to keep those eyes open for him. As he licks into your mouth, it suddenly dawns on you—this is your first kiss. You had already let this beast inside you before even sharing a kiss, and everything felt so out of order, that it made you want to scream and cry. Instead, you settle on throwing your hands around him and clawing at his back as he aligns himself with your needy, sore pussy and thrusts to the hilt without so much as a warning.

Even after yesterday, the burn of the stretch to accommodate his length makes fresh tears spring up into your eyes and roll down the apples of your cheeks. You swear you see his scarred lips twitch up into a savage smile at the sight of them before he licks them clean off your cheeks with a satisfied groan. In retaliation you dig your nails deeper into his sturdy back, hoping to break the skin and leave a mark that only ends up urging him to fuck you harder, faster. The sounds reverberating in the room drive you crazy; over them, you don't even notice a soft knock at the door but whoever it was scurries away registering the sound of the moans he wrings out of you with one particularly hard thrust that pushes so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Effortlessly he manhandles your legs on his shoulders to hit a different angle. As you struggle with the overwhelming feeling of fullness he leaves a deceptively soft kiss on your ankle before he folds you in half again and wrestles another mind-shattering orgasm out of you and succumbing to one himself, painting your insides with his spent. Pulling out, he doesn't bother moving, he simply rests his head on your chest between your breasts, squeezing the air out of your lungs with the sheer size of him. “Rest now, pet. Plenty of time for more o' that later.”

At that moment, you know there is no turning back; you've been taken, branded from the inside out. You wonder if this is truly so horrible, perhaps this nightmare of a man will drive away all the other nightmares plaguing your mind.

Or perhaps he is even more dreadful than your imagination could have ever conjured.

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1-800-mika · 2 months ago

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birthday wish - kuroo

tw: stepcest, virginity loss, very slight mention of food play, size, says big brother so many times srry, brief mention of panty stealing, brief mention of a cnc roleplay fantasy, creampie

word count: 3k

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a/n: i KNOW i'm late to kuroo's bday but i got too busy 😭 but happy birthday to my scorpio king 🩰🎀. this was a lovely request, so sorry it's late but i had so much fun writing it. 💗💗

older stepbro kuroo who only wants one thing from his baby sister on his birthday.

he smirks to himself when the door to his room cracks open, letting in a sliver of light from the hallway. it’s midnight now, and he’s officially one year older. he doesn’t have to turn to know it’s you walking towards him. he recognizes the patter of your feet against the hardwood floor, smells the perfume he likes most on you fill the room. his mattress dips as you sit beside him, careful not to disturb him.

“happy birthday,” you whisper. “are you awake?”

he cracks an eye open to see a light in your hands that illuminates your pretty face. a cupcake piled with pastel pink frosting and a single lit candle stemming from it.

“yeah, i’m awake,” he mumbles, turning onto his back to get a good look at you. “what’s all this?”

“it’s for your birthday, silly. quickly blow it out, though, it’s melting.”

he shifts to sit up, closely watching as you turn your gaze and flush at the realization that he’s shirtless. he'd normally tease you, but decides against it, closing his eyes for a moment to pretend he’s thinking of a wish. he already knows what he wants. you both do.

he blows the flame out quickly and you smile, pulling the candle out and dropping it in the waste basket near his bed.

“i hope you like the cupcake, there’s a whole batch of them downstairs. and i hope you don’t mind the pink frosting, it was the only color i had. it’s extra sweet, though, the way you like it.”

he likes when you ramble. you do it when you’re nervous, which you seem to be now that you’re alone with him. you haven’t let him this close to you in a while, nowadays always squirming and fidgeting and finding excuses to get away when he comes near. he was worried he’d have to hold you down like he did when you were kids, not let you up until you were ready to be sweet again, maybe make you give him a couple kisses to make it up to him. he couldn’t blame you for being skittish, though. you’re a shy thing — always have been. and since your last talk about his birthday gift, it seemed appropriate that he let you come to him.

“go on, taste it for me. tell me if it’s sweet enough.”

he obliged you, scooting closer to you on the bed and wrapping his big hand around yours, guiding it up to his mouth as he slowly bit into the small dessert. it was sensual. he held eye contact to make you squirm.

“mmm,” he hums, tracing his thumb over yours. “that’s good, baby. delicious.”

it’s true. he loves when you bake. makes him want to play house with you, envisioning himself coming home after a long day to find you in the kitchen wearing your cute little apron — he imagines bending you over the counter and fucking your brains out, or licking frosting off of your clit until you cry.

“i know you didn’t want much for your birthday, but you should at least blow out a candle on your big day.”

you haven’t quite relaxed yet, still a little twitchy as he sets the cupcake aside on his beside table and scoots even closer to you. you’re hyper aware of his shirtless body being so close to you, towering over you even while sitting down, his muscles making him feel even more intimidating. you took a breath and leaned into him, trying to calm your racing heart. if it beat any faster you were sure he’d hear it.

“don’t remind me. your big brother's getting old,”

you giggle at that. he says it every year, always complaining about how every birthday is a reminder of his "aging." he swears his birthday isn’t a big deal, that he never wants a fuss about it. this year, he encouraged your parents to take the trip they’d been planning early — he practically shoved them out the door to convince them that he really didn’t care that they’d be gone the whole week of his birthday. they finally conceded, leaving the two of you all alone — the birthday boy and the only gift he’d ever asked for.

“but really, thank you for the cupcake. it’s sweet, just how i like it.”

and before you know it he’s leaning in, cupping your face in his big hand and pressing his lips to yours. it's a sweet kiss, tastes like vanilla. it’s not unusual, either. your big brother always kisses you on the lips, even when he’s shirtless or walked into your room unannounced and found you only half-dressed. he sometimes makes you sit on his lap and press your chest against his and give him long kisses, his big hands rocking your hips back and forth until you’re all flustered and sticky down there, and then he teases you endlessly. you like the affection, though. he’s always been comforting to you, and he’s always reminded you how important it is that you two are close, that physical touch is just another way for brothers and sisters to bond. but you’ve been avoiding that closeness recently, ever since he came to your room late the other night and told you what he wants for his birthday.

he traces your bottom lip with his tongue before pulling away, leaving you breathless and flushed.

“was that the only present you have for your big brother? hm?”

his voice is lower now, sort of raspy, and you’re fighting not to whimper at the way he talks in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. your fingers are tangled together in your lap because you feel like you have to hang onto something to ground you. your heart is pounding against your ribcage again.

“n-no, i’m… i wanna give you something else.” you can barely speak. you’re cursing yourself because you wanted to be sexy. you wanted to get this right.

“oh? what’s that?” he kisses your jaw and you gasp. your palms are against his hard chest now, and you’re stuck between bringing him closer and pushing him away. but that’s how you’ve always felt about him. torn between what feels good versus what feels right. but at this point, pleasure is winning the fight against your morals. it always has.

“my… my— don’t make me say it,” you whine, reaching forward to hide into his chest. he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and laying back down against his pillows. you’re on top of him, face buried into his neck in embarrassment, his hands rubbing up and down your back and tangling in your hair. “gonna give you something special.” you mumble, and he lets out a soft groan.

“yeah? my baby sister’s gonna make her big brother happy? hm? look at me,” he tugs your hair so you have no choice but to gaze into his dark eyes. "you gonna let your big brother stuff you full of cock?"

you whimper, nodding your head as best you can with his firm grip on your hair. you were already wet before you came into his room, anticipating how the night would go. you'd been planning it ever since he told you it's the only thing that would make his birthday a good one. you wanted to please him, wanted to make your big brother happy. you wanted to stop feeling like a dumb little virgin who can't even get herself off properly after her big brother teases her 'til she's crying from frustration. you were sticky now, could feel your own wetness in the frilly panties you wore -- the cute little white ones that go missing from your drawer all the time. you figured he'd like you in them tonight.

"y-yeah...i'm gonna let you take my... my virginity. want you to do it, 'c-cause i love you so much." you're stuttering and stammering, blushing furiously. you hardly recognize your own voice, sounding all whiney and desperate because you want it so badly. you've never been able to put it into words, but you're forcing yourself now. you're all shaky and your heart's racing, but you feel better at the way he grunts at your words, jerking his hips up to let you feel his hard cock through his sweatpants. you gasp, and before you know it he's flipping you over, pinning you beneath him as he grinds his bulge into your crotch.

"that's it, baby," he says, his voice low. he helps you slide your sleep shorts down your legs and throws them somewhere behind him, gazing down at your cute little panties. the only light in the room is from the hallway, but it's enough to see the way the fabric clings to the wetness of your pussy, and the sight of your bare breasts when he pushes your camisole up. "tell me you wanna be full. tell me you want your brother's big cock to stretch you out."

he slides his own sweatpants down, revealing his full length to you. it's so big you gasp, shyly reaching out to run your much smaller hand up and down it gently, making him throw his head back with a low moan. you can feel the individual veins running along it, and the way his fat tip bulges out and leaks precum. you're all teary-eyed now, worked up and squirming because you're getting nervous. but you say the words anyway because you want him to give it to you, you wanna take him all and make him proud.

"w-want my brother's big cock to— to fill me up," he grips your hand in his and makes you run the length over your clothed pussy. "oh, feels so big. 's not gonna fit." you whine as the tip softly prods at your much smaller entrance through your soaked panties.

“don’t worry, little one, i'm gonna make it fit.”

he pushes your panties to the side and uses his thumb to play with your pussy, smearing your wetness around and giving your clit a gentle rub. you buck your hips up involuntarily to meet the stimulation.

“always wanted to push your panties to the side and make you take me whole, bratty girl always walking around in short skirts and cuddling up next to me,” he breathes, now dipping his thumb into your entrance. even that’s an adjustment for you, and he groans as you whine and squirm at the intrusion. “but, oh, baby, you’d hate me if i did that. i’d have to hold your face down to keep people from hearing your screams. or maybe just choke you really hard.”

you shake your head, pouting up at him.

“no, don't say that. could never hate you, i love you.” you cry, not really registering what he was telling you. he replaces his thumb with his pointer finger, thrusting it a couple times before adding his middle. you’re gasping, spreading your legs a little wider as he curls them inside you. he reaches deeper than you ever have with your own.

“you can hardly take my fingers, baby. if i held you down on my big cock and fucked you the way i want to, you’d never be able to look at me again.”

you still think he’s wrong, but you’re in no position to argue. you’re lightheaded at the way his fingers are pumping into you, the heel of his hand repeatedly bumping against your throbbing clit. it’s messy, and you’d cringe at the sound of your pussy gushing every time he sinks back into you if it weren’t for how good it feels. you feel an orgasm building, slowly started to burn through you as you moan.

“i-i’m gonna— i’m gonna cum,” you breathe. “don’t stop, please.” his lips are on yours as soon as you get the words out, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours. it’s enough to push you over the edge, cumming around his fingers with a squeak. he helps you ride it out, moaning into your mouth as you clamp down on his fingers before he pulls them out. you’re breathless, only half-aware as he breaks the kiss and smears your essence all over the crotch of your panties before sliding them off you and tossing them to the side. you’re not aware of it in the moment, but you’re never getting them back. you’re not aware of anything, actually, still recovering from your climax. you’ve never been able to release like that on your own, always crying out of sheer frustration because you can’t get yourself to that point. shame was the only thing keeping you from knocking on your brother’s door late at night and asking for help — he’d never let you live it down.

“that’s it, baby, breathe. feel good?” he chuckles as you only nod, still a little twitchy in the aftermath. “good, baby, i want you to feel good. this next part is gonna hurt, okay? so just relax for me,” he says softly. he grips your legs and pulls you closer to him, spreading them a little wider and lining himself up.

"ready?" he asks, and you nod. you can’t imagine anything ruining the blissful state you’re in right now, but the stretch that comes from his fat tip nudging itself into your entrance brings you back to reality. he pushes in slowly, carefully watching your face for signs of distress as he fills you. he can feel your walls clamping down on him and it makes him dizzy, even more so when he meets a little resistance.

“here we go, baby. big stretch, that’s it,” he grunts, bringing his hand to the side of your face. he can feel the tears slipping past your eyes, sees the way your mouth drops open in a silent scream as he pushes deeper into you. your gasping, panting as you try to adjust to his size. he’s as gentle as he can be, but he feels the sweat running down his back as he fights the urge to drive himself in to the hilt. it’s better than he imagined, warmer and tighter than he ever thought possible. and your watery eyes gazing up at him, your arched back and trembling legs and small hands kept cutely to yourself, they all make it so much better. your innocence is laid out before him, and he’s destroying it with his bare hands.

“i’m almost all the way in, baby. you’re doing so well for me, taking your brother’s big cock so well.”

you both gasp at the way you clamp down around him, his body shuddering and almost collapsing on top of you. he almost feels like a virgin himself, feeling like he could shoot a full load of cum into you before he’s even started thrusting.

“j-just push it in— ah, s-so big, wanna take it all." you whine. fuck, he thinks, you're perfect. before he can really think about it too much, he's thrusting his hips forward, burying his length inside you to the hilt. you both gasp at the feeling, and you almost scream when he pushes down on your tummy to feel how deep he is.

"oh, fuck, baby. you feel me right here?" he presses his big hand down on the bulge again and you think you might faint. the stretch still stings and the depth of him still aches, but there's pleasure in it. "'m gonna get you used to it, baby. gonna break you in, keep you cockwarming me every day from now on. never wanna leave this pussy."

you nod along dumbly because you want it, too. never wanna go without his cock again. wanna be a good little sister and take it forever.

he gives you a slow, experimental thrust that makes your eyes roll back, then another. it's still not a perfect fit, but you're getting there. the dull pleasure starts to grow with each slow roll of his hips into you, and before you know it you're weakly mumbling for him to go faster. you hear him chuckle, but you don't care. all you can focus on is the way he curves upward inside you, his cockhead nudging the spot that makes you whine every time he thrusts into you. you think about his big cock leaking precum against it, against your womb, and you feel dizzy.

"f-faster, please... i can take it."

he obliges, less concerned for how it might hurt you and more concerned about how he's going to keep from cumming early. you've got such a tight grip on him, he's in heaven. he's already thinking of round two — maybe he'll make you ride him, or he'll bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you from behind. he wants you in every position. he wants to fuck you in your own bed, on those pretty pink sheets, and maybe he'll make you hold your teddy bear while he stuffs you full. he'll make you tell him to stop, that you don't want it, that big brothers shouldn't touch their little sisters down there. you'd do it, because you love him so much. you like what he likes. you do what he tells you — you always have.

he's nearing his end just thinking about it, sweat running down his abs and his temples. he's pounding into you now, and you're starting to sound like a squeaky toy, high-pitched noises escaping every time he pumps into you. he can tell you're getting close.

"h-hurts," you choke out, and he almost stops. "hurts but it feels s-so good. i'm gonna— oh, i feel like i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum again."

his thumb finds your clit, massaging circles into it to get you there faster. he can't hold out much longer, so he's relieved when your back arches and your legs start to tremble again. and the grip on his cock gets impossibly tight around him, sending his own release crashing through him. he cums with a groan, quickly pinning your thighs against you to fold you into a mating press. you're crying and gasping and babbling about how much you love him as he empties his load into you, and he can't think of a better way to kick off his birthday than with his baby sister thanking him for taking her virginity.

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