#soft and wet go beyond

[superdummymags]

someone drag the wonder of u arc away from me i can't stop drawing it it's such a funny arc to me

[whymustyouhurtmeinthisway]

Spoilers for the powerup Josuke gets at the end of Part 8, but no other JJL story spoilers

Maybe it’s because I’m not too into the Jojo powerscaling scene, but I don’t think people talk enough about how insanely busted Soft and Wet: Go Beyond is. It’s by far the most ultimate-bullshit, playground-excuses ability in the entire series, and I kinda love it. Like how could you see a power whose description is “You shoot a projectile which is both a part of reality and not a part of reality, in that it’s real enough to affect others (mostly by instantly blasting away perfect circular chunks of their torsos), but not real enough to be stopped, slowed, altered, or hindered in any way by objects, people, or abilities that are part of reality and/or have an effect on reality (eg. basically fucking everything)” and not immediately marvel at how hard it’d completely shut down even the strongest abilities in the series (or any series really)? Like take for example some stands widely considered as having the most powerful defence/reality-controlling abilities in Jojo:

Yellow Temperance, a goop which is completely impervious to all physical attacks, sticks to any surface, is impossible to remove from any surface unless the user chooses to, can dissolve any surface it touches (including the bodies of would-be assailants) and is only strengthened by heat, cold, and (presumably) other energy-based attacks? Well the goop is real, so Go Beyond can most likely slip right through and blow a hole through the user’s chest.

Green Green Grass of Home, an endless aura that continuously shrinks objects and people that approach the user, rendering any attempts to get closer useless as their shrinkage means they remain at virtually the same distance from the user no matter how fast they’re approaching? Well that aura affects reality, so Go Beyond can go right through unharmed.

The World (or Star Platinum) a stand which can stop the flow of all time across the entire universe for all individuals except the user (and the user of its counterpart), meaning that literally nothing can even hope of moving in this stopped time besides objects manipulated by said user(s)? As long as Go Beyond is shot before time stops (and its user has good aim) it’ll probably go straight through the stopped time as the time stop only affects reality.

Go Beyond is kind of insane, and that’s on top of Soft and Wet’s already fantastic power set. Like I considered Josuke 8 a contender with Jotaro for third strongest Jojo even before Go Beyond was introduced, but now? I think he almost definitely takes third (or at least definitely ties with Jotaro), and might even be able to stand against the big boys tied at second, of course being Giorno and Johnny. I don’t know how the fuck Go Beyond would interact with GER or Tusk act 4 and I don’t feel like going through the headache of trying to figure that out, but I’m pretty sure Josuke 8 has a decent chance of standing against them.

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ “I DON’T NEED GOOGLE, MY HUSBAND KNOWS EVERYTHING”

You’re sitting on the kitchen counter in an oversized shirt— his shirt. Your legs are swinging idly while you’re scrolling on your phone as he cooks. “Do you think cats can see ghosts?” you asked aloud, eyes squinting at a Reddit thread.

Nanami didn’t even look up from where he stood at the stove. His sleeves are neatly rolled up to his forearms, his tie loose around his neck and his glasses were sliding slightly down his nose. “They can. Their pupils can pick up ultraviolet light, which some believe contributes to sensing energies humans can’t”.

You blinked, taken aback by how he knew the answer to such a useless question like that. “Okay, how do you know that?”

He finally looked over at you with one brow raised. “Because you asked me that last year at 1 a.m. after watching that horror movie. You were scared to go to the bathroom”.

You flushed in embarrassment from the memory, making a face as you tossed a kitchen towel at him. “Shut up, I forgot”.

“You always forget”. He caught the towel effortlessly and set it aside, walking over to you with that steady, unhurried pace that made your stomach flip. “That’s why you don’t need Google, right?”

You smiled, your eyes bright as you looked at him. “Exactly. I don’t need Google. My husband knows everything”.

“Hm,” he murmured, slipping his hands to your hips and standing between your parted legs. “Maybe. I do have a few things memorized by now”.

His lips brushed your temple, his nose dragging down your cheek to the spot just below your ear. You melted instinctively, leaning into the comfort of his touch. “Like how you always get pouty when I win an argument,” he whispered against you, softly kissing your jaw. “Or how you kick your feet when you’re excited”.

You gasped playfully. “That’s not knowledge, that’s slander”.

“And yet…” He lifted your chin with two fingers, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he stared into your eyes. “I know what this means, too”.

He kissed you softly and passionately, like time didn’t exist beyond the press of his lips against yours. You sighed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he deepened it, his tongue teasing yours with lazy confidence as his palm splayed warm and heavy on each side of your thighs.

“I think,” you murmured between kisses, “you just like proving me right”.

He chuckled lowly, voice deep but still soft as always. “Mm. And what am I proving now?”

“That you do know everything,” you breathed in desperation, tugging gently at his loosened tie. “Especially when it comes to me”.

That was all the invitation he needed.

Nanami eased you back, laying you down across the countertop with a careful hand behind your head, kissing down your throat as he nudged the hem of your shirt up past your hips. No panties. Of course. You knew he liked easy access.

“You did this on purpose,” he muttered, dragging his knuckles along the inside of your thigh.

“Because I knew you’d come home early”.

“And what does that say about you?” he asked, smirking.

“That I know you, too”.

He hummed softly, slipping two fingers through your folds and groaning softly at how wet you already were. “Smart girl”.

You whimpered as he teased your clit, lazy circles designed to drive you insane. His lips met yours again, his other hand pressing your wrists gently above your head.

“You always ask the most ridiculous questions,” he muttered, lining up against your wet entrance without warning, which is crazy because you didn’t even notice when he reached into his pants and pulled his cock out till you felt the weight of him pressing against you. It’s so thick and hard and sooo warm that you squirmed. “But when it matters— when your body’s desperate for something real, you don’t need answers”.

He slid into you slowly, making you gasp at his size, your back arching by the stretch and your legs are wrapping tightly around him.

“You just need me”.

You nodded, completely breathless. “Always you”.

Nanami kissed you like a promise like he had all the answers in the world— and you didn’t need a single one of them as long as he was yours.

[kitteninabunker]

reupload ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) cw : breedinggggggg, pet names, creampie

husband!toji has never gotten the pleasure of seeing his beautiful wife pregnant with his child, it's a crime honestly.

toji has been married to you for years now, he's seen how good you are with kids and how much they loved you in return. you were already the stepmother to his moody teenage son, and if we're being honest, he wasn't very fond of children.

they were gross, sticky, and expensive.

he learned his lesson with megumi and quickly found out he hated the baby phase of parenthood whenever megumi would have accidents in public, but he'd be lying if he said he never wanted to have anymore kids, especially with you.

visions of your swollen belly carrying his child popping up his head always drove him crazy, he’s never talked about staring a family with you, it was all a sick fantasy in reality.

and tonight he had enough of holding back, he was gonna fuck a baby into you.

his cock slams into you from behind, his red tip bruising your cervix as he pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward against your ass. propping a leg up onto the bed, toji pushed your face into the pillow with his right hand on your belly so he could feel his dick bulging through you. "feel that, princess? daddy's gonna breed you until you give him another baby."

the girth of his fat cock stretching your wet, gummy walls apart was the thing that made your brain turn into mush.

the only thing you could do was lay there and take it, tears burning in your eyes with your ass in the air like an animal in heat. it felt like toji wanted to fuck you through the mattress, you could smell his musky scent on the pillow made the walls of your cunt clench around him, forcing a low and guttural groan out of him.

"that's it, taking that dick like the good slut i trained you to be". toji hissed into your ear, soft moans muffling through the fabric of the pillow as you screamed his name. he cuffed your hair into a ponytail, pulling your head back to stare down you.

you stared back at him through a teary gaze, curling your bottom lip into your mouth as you furrowed your brows. "i-i haven't taken... fuck... the pill." you tried to speak through moans, every thrust of toji's hips never failed to make you whimper, and those soft, sweet noises were music to his ears.

"i know baby, we've got to give megumi a little brother or sister." the tip of toji's dick kissed your cervix with each roll of his hips, his hand moved from your lower belly down to your clit to rub circles around it with your hair still held tightly in his grip. toji loved you as his wife, but he made sure to fuck you like a cheap whore in the bedroom.

"s...sisterrr?" your words were slurring by this point, you were tapped out but toji kept fucking you as he moved his hands to the sides of your hips, squeezing the thick flesh and pressed you down into the bed so he could fuck you even deeper.

"yes, babydoll." toji groaned, "i'm gonna fuck a little girl or boy into your pretty little womb, is that okay with you?" drool coated one side of your face as you were laying there, getting absolutely wrecked by your husband and he and the audacity to ask you rhetorical questions.

he kept pushing his pulsing cock into you inch by inch, deliciously stretching you out further and beyond your limits. for a split second, toji backed out of you, only to flip you over onto your back and pressed your knees up to your chest where he could enter your wet slit with ease again.

the walls of your cunt clenched around him again, welcoming him back inside of you as they molded to his shape. the angle toji held you at made it all the more difficult to keep yourself together as his red tip bruised your cervix with the perfect amount of pressure.

toji's thrust started to get slower as he held the back of your legs together with one hand, pressing his dick as far as it would go inside of you as he released a load of his cum inside of your slit.

you could feel your cervix opening a little as toji's cum filled your pussy, he pulled out to watch his white cum spilling out of your pretty little slit. he was proud of his work, he leaned towards your pussy and started to suck a little on your clit.

gasping and tensing up a little, you ran your fingers through toji's black hair gently as he cleaned up his mess. "how does it feel knowing you're gonna be a mommy?" toji asked you as he ate you out, his deep voice vibrating on your pussy.

"it feels good, i'm happy we're gonna start our own family."

[luvsupa]

LET’S KEEP IT PROFESSIONAL. . .?

𝜗𝜚 summary: where jjk men want you at the wrong place and wrong time… feat. gojo, geto, choso, nanami (seperate).

tags: fem!reader, pwp,smut, (p in v), ōral sex (f! receiving), lactation kink .. (gojo), gojos a king and he’s OBESSED w you, public sex, car sex, riding, sub men (ish), dirty talk, praise, hair pulling, getting caught, mentions of pregnancy (nanami), slight bimbo reader x choso, ummm dunno what else to add … mdni

w.c: 5,3k

a/n: THANK YOU GUYS SOSOS MUCH FOR 2K AND 2.1K!! IM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL OF YOUUUUUU^^^ HERES A 2K SPECIAL FOR YOU GUYSS MWAAA <33

+ there might be errors errrrr….

GOJO SATORU

“gojo-sama,” the family in front of you scolds, trying to get his full attention. the royal family has come to your estate to propose a business alliance—a union with the well-known gojo clan.

gojo has you seated prettily on his lap on his golden cushioned throne, in full view of the royal family and advisors. halfway through the meeting, he loses interest, he has little concern for these meetings—all he truly wants is to be with you and your newborn daughter.

it was nearly impossible for him to focus, your scent envelops him, clouding his thoughts, leaving only you in his mind. his lower lip quivers as you shift against his hardening cock. he struggles to maintain composure but can’t resist trailing soft kisses along your neck. one large hand caresses your once pregnant belly while you fight to keep your gaze steady in front of the royal family.

your eyes flutter, heart racing as you realize he cannot possibly be doing this now. below, the murmurs of the guests fade away as his heated kisses press against your skin. he hums deeply, almost moaning with each kiss, savouring the softness of your body. his glossed lips leave marks along your neck, gleaming in the natural light, a clear display of his desire.

“ngh—’toru. . .continue. . . later,” you whisper, struggling to suppress a moan as gojo’s other hand kneads your plump breasts through the kimono. the soreness from weeks wroth of nursing makes each touch electric. the king below stares, while the guards exchange knowing glances, accustomed to gojo’s actions.

“gojo-sama, we ask that you—”

“hahh, look at that—you’re leaking,” gojo murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he watches your milk seep through the thin fabric of your kimono, a damp spot growing with each teasing stroke of his fingers over your sensitive nipple. your head falls back onto his shoulder, eyes closing in embarrassment ,unable to face the audience.

shamelessly, gojo’s hand on your tummy snakes lower between your shaky thighs. he smiles knowingly as you’re bare underneath, warmth radiating from you. it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s made you this wet, you blame it on hormonal imbalances.

gojo’s slender fingers part your swollen folds, sending shudders through your body with his icy touch as he rubs gentle circles on your nub. you moan, not caring how loud you are, overwhelmed by his fingers toying with your nipples and clit—all while numerous pairs of eyes remain glued to both of you.

“what’s gotcha’ this drenched, baby? have i not satisfied you enough?” gojo spills out nonsense, even though he satisfies you too much. he spoils you rotten, always going above and beyond—no matter when or where.

“tell me what i need to do, precious,” he begs as his fingers slide into your slick cunt. you both gasp, his long fingers sucked in tightly by your needy walls. your eyes flutter open to see your breasts leaking uncontrollably as he pinches and twists your poor nipples.

your hips buck wildly, greedily taking in more of his thick fingers as your walls cling tightly to him, massaging your sweet spot with every curl and press. you sob, breaths coming in ragged gasps, eyes glossy as you glance at the guests through blurred vision. each breath is a shaky exhale, mingling with soft whimpers as gojo’s cock throbs, pulsating with each of your desperate thrusts—it aches painfully with need. his fingers work relentlessly, coaxing more cries from your lips. your chest heaves with every breath, the sound of your panting filling the room. 

“gojo-sama, take your wife out of here! she’s a clear disruption—” the king shouts, but falters as gojo’s icy gaze locks onto his, sending a chilling wave through him. fear creeps into the king’s eyes, and he immediately regrets his words.

in the blink of an eye, gojo places you gently onto the cushioned throne, your eyes fluttering in confusion as you look up to see him towering over you. before you can speak, he drops to his knees, his face inches from your drooling cunt.

he bunches up your kimono to your waist for better access, exposing your slickness that glimmersunder the harsh lights. just as gojo is about to devour you like a starved man, he hears footsteps retreating from the room.

without turning his head, his voice booms with unsettling authority, filling the space with an ominous weight. 

“the first person who leaves will be beheaded.”

fear grips the room as every footstep halts. the tense silence makes it clear, all eyes are now fixed on you two, trapped in the suffocating stillness that follows.

and now, here gojo is, his tongue buried deep inside your stretchy walls, his frosty hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed a rosy pink. he lost himself the moment his lips met your pussy, consumed by an imhumane hunger.

your cunt is loud, the lewd sloshes echoing through the royalty room, disturbing the royal family's ears. your pussy spasms as his head shakes like a madman, his killer tongue curling and thrusting as deeply as he can reach. each movement sends shockwaves through you, and he revels in the chaos he's creating.

both of his hands are messily playing with your drenched breasts, which are on full display. he pinches and squeezes your nipples with need, adding to the overwhelming sensations. you're a moaning mess, the dual stimulation too much to bear—a toe curling experience that leaves you breathless.

gojo drinks and slurps loudly on your sloppy pussy, each sound a explicit reminder to his appetite. your pussy is like a drug to him, he's high off you and can't get enough. he needs more of you—your taste, your scent—or he'll surely go mad.

the room is filled with the symphony of your combined sounds, your moans, his greedy slurps, and the wet noises of your body responding to him. it's a lewd display that leaves no doubt about the depths of his obsession and your mutual surrender to this intoxicating moment.

“hahh, i n-need it, my lady,” gojo whimpers, his droopy eyes locked onto your messy breasts, glistening with milk. his mouth waters, a desperate hunger igniting within him as he rises from his knees, his lips and chin still slick from your leaky cunt. confusion flickers across your face until his warm mouth finally envelops your nipple, his tongue swirling around it with an insatiable eagerness, drawing forth your sweet fluids.

his eyes flutter closed at the new taste flooding his senses—so sweet, candied, and intoxicating that it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his throbbing cock, which leaks eagerly against the fabric of his traditional attire. the sensation is overwhelming that he can’t get enough. 

“oh f-fuck, ‘toru…” you moan, your voice trembling as waves of pleasure wash over you. the sensitivity of your nipple sends shivers down your spine, and you arch your back off the cushioned throne instinctively, pushing more of yourself into his mouth. 

“mhm… so good,” he groans against you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. he sucks harder, pulling on your swollen nipple as if it's the only thing keeping him alive. the sounds of slurping and moaning fill the air—each noise a raw desire consuming both of you.

you cry out again, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. you gasp, lost in a haze of pleasure as gojo's mouth works its magic. every flick of his tongue and gentle tug sends you spiralling deeper into ecstasy. the royal family stares up in horror at your lewd actions, they tremble in fear at what gojo would do to them if they said one peep.

but gojo is completely lost in this moment, high on the taste of you. “i can’t stop… i need more,” he moans breathlessly between pulls as your milk coats his plush lips, his own arousal pushing him closer to the edge. each time he pulls away to catch his breath, he’s met with the sight of your flushed cheeks and blissed-out expression—fuelling his desire even further.

gojo has found his new addiction in you, and it’s a craving that will never be satisfied. as he continues to devour your milk with fervour , both of you moan like crazy, caught in an endless cycle of pleasure that only seems to intensify with each passing moment.

he’ll never stop at this rate.

GETO SUGURU

your ears perk up as you hear your coworkers squeak in excitement upon spotting geto suguru, the renowned artist, stepping into the luxurious store where you work. this high-end boutique, filled with fashionable handbags and stunning clothing, is where geto loves to shop—not just for the exquisite pieces, but because you’re always here.

fiddling with the clothing rack, you catch a glimpse of geto through your peripheral vision, flanked by his bodyguards as female employees swarm around him. little do they know—and little does the media suspect��that you and geto share a secret relationship. he often begs you to quit your job, promising to provide for you completely. as tempting as that offer is, you've built a family at work that you cherish deeply.

“hmmm, i was actually looking for this piece in particular,” you hear him say from behind you. his large hand engulfs yours as he selects the coat you were just touching. you stifle a giggle; this is nowhere near his usual style. he always does this to strike up casual conversations in public.

“would you get the fitting room ready for me, mrs. geto?” he rasps, whispering the last part just for your ears. your eyes widen in shock, hoping no one overheard. you nod, noticing your coworkers scoff at how clearly geto has a favorite.

you already know what he wants with that slick fitting room signal—he misses you and wants to fuck you.

that's why he has you bent over prettily for him in the vip fitting room, your hands pressed against the full-length mirror now smudged with your fingerprints. your work pants are discarded somewhere across the room as you watch him tease you mercilessly, rubbing his cockhead along your puffy folds. your pussy aches, desperate for more.

“i missed you, pretty,” he murmurs softly, and you nearly crumble when he slaps his chubby tip against your clit. the wet taps send jolts through your entire body, making your pussy clench around nothing.

“m-missed you too, sugu,” you whimper, voice trembling with need. he swats your ass, drawing a moan from your lips as you lean into the mirror. fog clouds the reflection as he continues to spank your sore skin, each slap a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that leaves you breathless.

“‘m not talkin’ to you,” he scolds as you whine, wiggling your hips back to feel more, a chuckle rumbling from him. “since you wanna ignore my texts... she would never ignore me.” his voice drops as his leaky tip pushes its way into your cunt, your walls stretching to accommodate every inch, almost burning. geto hisses at the way your velvety walls flutter around him, and you feel yourself growing blissfully dumb. the store's background music rings in your ears, a reminder that you're still on the job.

geto watches you slowly lose yourself through the mirror, pulling your hips firmly against his as he slams his cock deep into your walls, making you sob aloud. he pounds mercilessly into your sopping pussy, each stroke deeper than before, his flushed tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the fitting room, mingling with your moans and creating a sweet melody of raw desire.

“fuckkk—pussy so good,” he pants as you clamp down at the praise, a grin spreading across his face as he sees your eyes shut tightly, moaning out pathetic pleas. your pussy sobs uncontrollably, nearly louder than the soft music playing through the speakers.

“mmm, she’s very talkative today,” he rasps wickedly, his hand snaking down to vigorously rub your achy clit, the cool metal of his silver rings grazing your sensitive skin. you cry out from the dual stimulation, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“y-you came here to just speak to my pussy more than m-me,” you manage to say, a hint of attitude slipping through as he pauses, taken aback by your words. his thrusts come to an abrupt halt, and you whine at the sudden stop.

“awh baby. are you upset? wanna show me how mad you are?” he teases with a fake pout, watching as your frustration builds. “poor thing, all worked up and nowhere to go.”

he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “maybe if you hadn’t ignored my texts, i’d be a little nicer,” he taunts, giving your clit a sharp pinch that makes you gasp. “but now? i think i’ll take my time.”

his words send a shiver down your spine as he resumes his relentless pace, each thrust deliberate and punishing. “come on, show me how mad you are,” he urges mockingly, his voice dripping with amusement.

those were his last words before you took control, riding him like your life depended on it. he's whimpering beneath you,struggling to hold back his moans as your pussy works him over, each movement a killer. you're pouncing on him on the adjacent couch from the mirror, your hips rolling at a relentless pace as his large hands knead the flesh of your ass. he swears he's under some kind of hypnosis, his eyes glued to your breasts as they bounce wildly in front of his wide, purple eyes.

your pussy squelches louder and louder with each thrust, a symphony of wet sounds that’s music to his ears—he even thinks he might have to incorporate it into his next song.

“how’re you feeling, pretty boy?” you purr, and a moan slips past his lips at the praise. his eyes flutter slightly as you ride him faster, your walls sucking him in with a steady rhythm.

“hahhh, d-don’t think i won’t get back at you,” he whines, but there's no mistaking the submission in his voice. you grin down at him, taking in the sight of his long locks sticking to his forehead, strands of hair messily splayed across his face. he's completely undone beneath you, humming with pleasure as you continue your relentless pace.

his once-commanding presence is softened by the way he succumbs to your movements, each roll of your hips drawing out more whimpers and gasps. 

“mr. geto, we found a few pieces that you might like!” 

you stop in your tracks, eyes widening in panic as you hear your manager’s voice on the other side of the door. geto lazily smiles, clearly enjoying the fear that flashes across your face. without warning, he lifts you up from the couch, his strong arms wrapping around you as he strides closer to the door. your heart races as he slams you against the wall beside the door, and you stare up at him, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you.

“hmm? please tell me more about it, im dying to know more,” he lies smoothly, his voice low and teasing as he wraps your legs around his waist. his cock is still buried deep inside you, and he begins to thrust slowly, deliberately. you bite your lip hard, desperately trying to stifle any sounds as you’re mere inches away from your oblivious manager who rambles on about clothing pieces.

each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, and you struggle to keep quiet as he fucks you roughly. it almost feels like he’s punishing you, yet the thrill of being caught only heightens your arousal. but fuckk, the way you look at him—eyes wide with fear and desire—makes him want to abandon all caution. he wants everyone to see how much you belong to him.

“you like that, baby? you like getting fucked in front of your manager?” he whispers with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with mischief. you gasp as his dick throbs inside your sloppy cunt, your arousal leaking profusely and staining the expensive flooring beneath you. 

your managers voice suddenly drops as she realize something is off, her excitement turns to horror as she begin to piece together what’s happening just behind the door.

“yeaa, I bet you do, doll,” geto taunts, his eyes dark with lust. 

“just show her how much of a slut you are.”

CHOSO KAMO

“what do you mean there’s no room?” you exclaimed, eyes widening as you looked into the back seat and saw it completely filled. not even a single inch was available for you. of course, two of the tallest guys—choso and riko—were manspreading like it was their job, leaving your poor friends, mina and sajé, squished together.

“well… we thought the car would fit all of us,” choso’s friend, the driver, said as he glanced back, confirming that there was zero room possible. you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration; you’d already pitched in money for this road trip.

“you can sit on my lap if you’re comfortable,” choso chimed in, his voice smooth and inviting. your eyes nearly twinkle at his kindness, and everyone in the car exchanged side-eyes—half surprised and half amused by the suggestion. 

your low heels clacked against the cement as you hurried over to choso’s side of the car, excitement bubbling inside you. when you opened the door, you nearly choked on your saliva at how incredibly good he looked, manspreading in the back seat. his black baggy ripped jeans hugged his long legs perfectly, paired with those monstrous black boots that made him look even taller. your eyes trailed up to his chest—damn, that black compression shirt clung to him in all the right places.

he’s the true definition of an emo hottie!

his lap looked so inviting as you climbed into the cramped SUV. you settled snugly on his lap, feeling his large arm snake around your waist for extra protection. but oh gosh, your cunt was tingling like crazy—your clothed pussy was directly on top of his bulge, and it sent a rush of heat through you.

after nearly hours of driving, everyone in the car is dozing off to slumber—everyone except you, choso, the driver, and the person in the passenger seat. the car jolts suddenly, waking everyone up, but what’s even worse is that you’re practically bouncing on choso’s lap!

“ehh, sorry! the roads are pretty bad here,” the driver says as the car hits a series of small bumps that quickly escalate to larger ones. choso’s arm around your waist tightens, holding you down more firmly against him. you suppress a moan as you feel the outline of his growing cock beneath you—hell, you can even feel it throbbing uncontrollably.

you shut your eyes tightly, nibbling on your plush lips as you try to hold back any sounds. it would be beyond embarrassing if you let out a noise now. but with each bump in the road, the friction between your bodies sends electric shocks through you, igniting a fire deep within.

“f-fuck… need more,” he whispers lowly, just for your ears. your heart stops at his words. did you hear him wrong? but the way he’s holding you down makes it clear that you heard him just fine.

the tension in the air is thick—almost suffocating—as desire hangs between you like a heavy fog. every jolt of the car pushes you closer to him, and you can’t help but grind down slightly, feeling his hardness beneath you. it’s so pathetic how the both of you are grinding hard on each other, holding in whimpers and moans as you feel your panties fully drenched. choso’s breath hitches, and his grip on your waist tightens even more as he bucks his hips up desperately to feel more.

your nails scrape against the driver’s seat in front of you, and you swear you’re about to rip through the fabric. it’s embarrassing how turned on both you and choso are—especially with all your friends in the car!

“pull over here, let’s get some drinks,” riko groggily says, and the car sharply turns right into the parking lot of the convenience store. both of your movements come to an abrupt halt as the atmosphere shifts; everyone becomes hyper-aware of the situation.

“y’all coming in?” riko asks as he opens his door, and you feel your heart race. you and choso exchange a quick glance, knowing exactly what’s at stake. “no thanks, we’ll just stay here,” you manage to say, forcing a casual tone despite the heat pooling in your belly.

you don’t waste a minute as you reposition yourself facing choso, your knees sinking into the plush seat beneath you providing just enough comfort. his hair is messily tousled, strands falling across his face, and those puppy eyes of his are filled with a desperate need that makes your heart race.

without hesitation, choso quickly unbuckles his jeans, pulling out his achy cock from its confines. he lets out a soft moan as the cool breeze grazes his thick shaft, and your eyes widen at how incredibly hot he looks—his rosy tip leaking with anticipation.

“you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire. he’s already intoxicated by you, and all you’ve done is grind against each other!. the heat between you is noticeable , and you can feel your own need building as you pull your panties to the side.

“g-gosh, choso,” you gasp as his thick tip slips inside you, your walls inviting him completely. choso throws his head back against the headrest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he drives his hips up with fervor, filling you entirely.

“i’m sorry, pretty— we don’t have much time,” he breathes, his voice strained and shaky, each word punctuated by heavy breaths. his hips move with a desperate urgency, thrusting into you with a rhythm all their own. the sound of your bodies meeting is so loud it drowns out the hum of the engine. 

you roll your hips, feeling him reach the deepest parts of you. your breaths mingle in the confined space, quickening with each thrust. a moan escapes your lips as his bulbous tip expertly finds your g-spot with each powerful thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. choso’s breath hitches as he loses himself in the moment, the air thick with tension and desire.

the car shakes with each thrust, the windows slightly fogging up as you both fuck each other with desperateness and need.

“‘s fuckin’ big, cho,” you stammer out, your melodic moans music to his ears. his cock vigorously throbs within your slick walls, and the two of you are growing dumb off each other, lost in a haze of pleasure.

with each thrust met, your cunt begins to spasm around him, clenching tightly as waves of pleasure wash over you. the sensation is overwhelming; it feels like your body is begging for release. the car creaks under the intensity of your movements, the air thick with heat and urgency. 

as you both get lost in the moment, choso leans in closer, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. it starts softly, but quickly escalates into something primal and messy. his hands grip your face as if he’s afraid to let go, and you can feel his raw passion pouring into every touch.

your mouths move together with urgent need, tongues tangling in a wild dance that feels intoxicating and electric. he tastes like pure desire—sweet and addictive—as he kisses you deeper. each press of his lips sends shivers racing down your spine, igniting a fire within you that mirrors the rhythm of his thrusts.

the kiss grows sloppier; breaths become heavy and desperate as you both lose yourselves in each other. saliva mixes as you moan into his mouth, the sounds echoing in the confined space of the car. choso pulls away just enough to lock eyes with you, his gaze dark with lust and hunger.

“you’re driving me insane,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire before he crashes his lips back onto yours. the urgency intensifies, each kiss more fervent than the last, as if he’s trying to claim every part of you. 

with a sudden burst of playful dominance he snakes his hands down to your ass, he slaps your flesh hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watches your reaction.

“yeaaa you like that shit, huh? i bet you-“

his words are cut short when you hear the doors attempt to open. you glance at riko, who’s struggling to unlock the door. before you can react, the driver unlocks it, and riko comes flying into the back seat beside you and choso.

your walls clamp down around his thick cock as he groans lowly, the thought of getting caught sending a thrill through you. you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his husky cologne.

“what the hell are y’all doing?” riko asks, glancing at your awkward position on choso’s lap, head hidden in his neck.

“she’s sleeping,” choso replies quietly, raising a finger to his lips to signal silence. everyone nods, but you can feel choso smirking as you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood.

as the car starts moving again, your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets when it begins to shake. the bumpy road makes you bounce on his cock, and you instinctively grind down, feeling him tense beneath you. his eyes flutter as he watches your hips move, knowing exactly how to make him crumble.

“cut the shit, you two- we already know you aren’t sleeping,” nobara says, pointing at the dashcam that’s connected to one of their phones.

they heard everything,

fuck.

NANAMI KENTO

“let’s just fuck it out mama, we can’t be separated.”  

“you’re ridiculous,” you scoff, sitting cross-legged in the divorce attorney's office once the door shut closed.

“we need a moment to speak alone,” nanami had asked your attorney as he left, but he was nowhere near wanting to talk and you knew that the moment the two of you were alone.

“ridiculous? this isn’t even the worst place we’ve fucked,” he taunts, rising from his chair and leaning against the desk, his hazel eyes scanning your figure—something he could never get enough of.

“sign the papers,” you say through gritted teeth, but he smirks, clearly not listening as he admires how beautiful you look in the skin tight dress.

“sign- fuckkk,” you cry out as you’re now bent over your attorneys desk, your black dress hiked up to your waist as nanami ruthlessly pounds his cock into your sore pussy as your walls welcomes him back with a warm and slimey snug. within a split second you’ve become a sobbing cock-drunk mess, your tears staining the important documents that are now scrunched up from being smothered underneath your breast.

nanamis thick fingers grip your sides as he rams his cock deep into you, this speed almost too much for you that you feel as if he’s deep in your guts. he desk shakes beneath you, pens and papers tumbling to the floor, but in this moment, nothing else matters. all that exists is the connection between you, a powerful force that consumes your thoughts and senses.

your knees buckle as he lifts you up, steadying you to keep your balance. “c’mon wifey, what about our future kids? you reallyyy want me to sign it?” he teases, his voice playful yet charged with intensity. you find yourself crying out incoherent sentences, lost in the overwhelming sensation of how good he feels.

“s-sign it,” you shudder as his thrusts intensify, you can hear the animalistic growl he lets out once he felt you squeeze tighter. feeling the tension between you as he pulls you closer. his large hand grips your hair, pulling you closer to his chest as you back arches up from the messy desk. your pussy squeaks out broken sobs as he rams his cock sooo deep that you see a small bulge forming in your lower tummy.

“what’s our lawyer going to think, huh? I spent a lotta money for his services,” he rasps, his thrusts growing deeper and more meaningful, as if to prove that you cannot leave him.

“k-kennn, fuckk,” you moan as he tugs harder on your hair, your body trembling as tears spill down your cheeks. he doesn’t care where you are- all that matters is the pleasure coursing through you. a devilish grin spreads across his face, knowing exactly how to push your buttons and drive you wild.

“i know, sweetheart—I know. just let it allll go,” he sings, encouraging you as he coaxed you toward your intense orgasm. soft “oohs” and “ahhs” escape your glossy lips as warmth pools in your belly, your slick walls tightening around him, practically suffocating his throbbing cock.

“hgnn—gonna milk me dry, baby,” nanami stutters, feeling his balls tighten painfully as his breaths become sloppy and jagged. he snakes his hand from your hair to your throat, possessively gripping you just tight enough to spark thrill without pain, amplifying the waves of pleasure that crash over you and drawing your intense orgasm closer with every pulse.

you bite your lower lip hard as you both come undone in perfect sync, a skill nanami has mastered. your walls flutter around him as his hot release fills you, feeling his thick seed plunge deep within your womb. your vision blurs and your ears ring; it’s so messy that your mixed juices cling between your thighs, sticky and gooey.

your mind is so dizzy that you don’t even notice when he gently places you on the desk, your back crumpling the papers beneath you as your legs are pressed against your chest. your permanent anklet dangles and glimmers in the natural light, the diamond ‘K.N.’ charm a constant reminder that he will always be with you, no matter what.

your eyes lazily flutter open to find nanami kissing your inner thighs, your legs still trembling from your previous orgasm. his lips graze your swollen folds, causing your body to jolt in response. nanami's eyes glimmer with amusement as he watches globs of your mixed essence drip down onto the papers creating a small pool on the wooden desk.

“mmm, you sure came a lot for someone who wants a divorce,” he taunts, bringing his cool wedding band back to your throbbing core, globs of cum coating the once-gold ring in a sticky white layer. you gasp at the metallic sensation as he rubs the ring against your swollen clit, toying with you while you sob incoherent sentences. your eyes dart to the door, where you catch a glimpse of shadows peeking through the window. panic rises in your throat as you try desperately to signal to nanami that there are people watching.

but oh he knows,

he knows very well that the entire floor heard the scandalous things you two were doing, and he wants everyone to know.

without warning, nanami plunges his warm tongue into your sopping core, savouring every drop of your arousal as he hums against you. the vibrations sends shivers through your body, and you can feel him revealing in the taste, his tongue exploring every inch with a deliberate slowness that drives you wild. he laps up your juices eagerly, occasionally grazing your sensitive nub with his teeth, teasingly biting it just enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through you. it feels as if he’s determined to make you scream for everyone to hear.

the loud slurping fills the room, making you cringe at how messy and indulgent he is, yet your body craves him more with each passing moment. you feel yourself teetering on the edge, lost in the pleasure he’s giving you, when suddenly, just as you're about to beg for more, the door swings open. several flustered lawyers stand in the doorway, their eyes wide with shock.

“u-uhm, mr. and mrs. nanami, the p-police are outside…”

[alias-sam]

Jelly fish. It’s the jelly fish piss drinking.

There was a moment when I was explaining the scene out of context to a friend that I realized: damn I’ve become desensitized to all this.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

a/n: a 2k word kofi reward featuring megalodon shark!hybrid smut.

You hadn’t been planning on going on a cruise, but when you won a ticket through a raffle, you didn’t want to give up your chance for some real rest and relaxation.

Work had been beyond stressful lately, and you were ready to sit by the pool and sip cocktails until you were plastered.

Unfortunately, things don’t always seem to go the way you envision them to.

The first two days were amazing, filled with great food and some fun under the sun. You felt rejuvenated, and for a while you really thought that you’d be able to go back to work as a whole new person.

But on the third night you were walking back from the bar and decided to lean over the railing, the salty wind blowing through your hair. It was nice, you were happy.

That was until you saw it.

Something shifted under the dark, choppy waves, the hint of something dark and gray beginning to emerge. At first you just assumed it was just your imagination. After all, you have been told that people start to hallucinate when they stare into the dark for too long.

But when the thing rose higher, causing the ship to rock slightly… that’s when you realized whatever it was, it was completely real.

Everything happened so fast. A voice came onto the intercom, saying something you couldn’t comprehend. You were too focused on the giant creature appearing before you, dark eyes landing on your form.

It was looking at you.

Terror shook your very being, causing you to nearly vomit in fear. Your hands gripped the railing tightly, your eyes wide and tears forming in the corners.

It was too dark to make out its form exactly, but you could see the glint of large, sharp teeth and that was enough to have your soul attempting to leave your body.

With a loud creak, it leaned against the ship, sending you flying off the side and into the dark depths below.

You woke up feeling rather… warm. Sunlight beamed down onto your skin, something cold lapping at your feet waking you.

Certainly that had been a bad dream and you were at home with your pet licking your feet to get you up and ready to make their breakfast…

But when you opened your eyes, you were reminded of reality.

The dark figure from the night before was hovering over you, the waves it created from rising out of the water lapping at your feet. The night before you hadn’t been able to make out its appearance, but now everything was horribly clear.

Before you was some sort of human and shark hybrid. Its eyes were beady, staring down at you like a predator glares at its prey. Scars covered its soft looking torso and muscular arms, his lower body resembling a shark’s tail.

But the feature that scared you the most, the one that had you crying in fear the night before was his set of razor sharp teeth, nearly the size of your arm.

You flinched when he lowered his head to sniff you, unable to even move. Was this it? You were going to be eaten by some strange, undiscovered beast before you had ever gotten the chance to truly live your life the way you wanted…

Years of working for a company you hated flashed through your mind, tears forming in your eyes. Only this time it was tears of fear, but of frustration. All that time wasted on making money to get by, but never truly making enough to live.

Preparing for the worst, you squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head. Your only hope was that it would be kind enough to kill you before tearing into your flesh…

Though, after waiting several moments, the only thing you felt was the creature’s soft breaths fanning over your body as it continued to sniff you. Its arms laid on either side of you… and it made some strange growling sound.

Soon, you opened your eyes when a wet sensation on your lower belly caused you to yelp. Oh god, it was eating you!

“N-no, don’t-“

But your cries of fear changed into a moan when he began licking further down.

No, he didn’t want to eat you… he wanted to eat you out.

His massive tongue made easy work of your clit, the very top of it pushing into your cunt and making you cum quickly.

After a while of this, he stared down at you, tilting his head before sinking back into the water. You were left feeling… confused.

While he was gone, you explored your surroundings. You were stuck on a small island, with only a few fruit trees and some birds as company.

You knew that some fruit wouldn’t keep you fed for long, but at least the shade provided some reprieve from the burning sun. If it hadn’t been for that, you would have shriveled up in the heat like a raisin.

The creature/shark guy returned as the moon began to rise over the sky. In his jaws he carried a wooden chest. He dropped it at your feet, nudging it closer to you through the sand.

“What’s this?” you asked, kneeling down to open it up. The chest held various meats and fish, enough to feed you for a while. “Oh… thank you.”

Your gratitude made him perk up, his tail wagging furiously and flinging sand everywhere. He lowered his head, nudging you gently before settling down in the water to watch you cook. It seemed he took great pride in the fact he provided a good meal for you.

As you ate your cooked meat, he slowly reached out his webbed hand, lightly rubbing at your chubby belly. You were too cute, all soft and fat, he wanted to keep you that way. It would ensure you’d produce healthy shark pups, and the very thought of your belly swollen and round during your pregnancy had his hard cock slipping out of his slit.

It was pure instinct. You were plump and well fed, meaning breeding you was the best course of action. He hadn’t found a female megalodon hybrid all mating season, and part of him wondered if he was the last of his kind.

“Soft…”

You were surprised when he spoke, his voice gravely and deep. It could almost shake the ground, and as he pulled you onto his own soft belly, you realized he was… aroused.

His cock was as thick as your arm, and nearly double the size. It would fit with some work… but just barely.

You didn’t know this though, your eyes wide with shock as he pushed the head against your cunt. “H-hey, that’s way too big! It’s not gonna-“

He paused, his black eyes glimmered. “Forgot. Need to get wet.”

He spread your legs apart, keeping them open as his thumb nudged at your clit. His hands were so big, his pinky was enough to stretch you out.

As he pumped his pinky in and out of you, slick started to pool between your legs. It felt so embarrassingly good, you struggled to keep yourself from cumming immediately.

When he considered you stretched out enough, he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, nudging the hole before pushing in.

Nothing, not anything could have prepared you for the painful stretch as he bottomed out inside of you. Your legs were pushed as far as they could go, and you cried out in pain.

“G-gonna break me,” you babbled, watching your tummy bulge. “It’s t-too big..!”

But he seemed to lost in his own pleasure to hear you, fucking into your tight hole as you whined and squirmed. After a moment though, the pain shifted into a blinding pleasure.

Being stretched out so perfectly felt too good. He groaned into your ear, bouncing you up and down on his cock, using you like a fleshlight.

When his cum spurted into you, the thick, white ropes felt so warm it almost burned. You were filled up completely, gushing his cum even as he pulled out.

He was obsessed with how soft and squishy you were, especially after you had been filled with cum. The megalodon hybrid curled up in the shallows with you, letting you rest on his belly as he kissed your chubby cheeks.

Days turned into weeks, and after two months went by, your belly started to swell. Oh how he doted over you once it was clear you were pregnant.

“Eat, eat,” he’d coo, offering you yet another fish. “Baby needs it.”

Your tits swelled with milk after a bit, and he was fascinated by how sensitive they became. When he buried his cock inside of you at night, he’d take one of your nipples into his mouth and suckle a bit, teasing you… but not maliciously. No, he wanted to spoil and pamper his precious mate.

When you grew closer to your due date, your lover became clingy, never leaving your side for long.

You gave birth to a single, adorable shark pup… and he was excited to put another one in you as soon as possible.

About two years passed, and you had grown used to living on that little island. In the morning you collected fruit, watered your various plants that had been collected by the megalodon hybrid, then you would walk to the shoreline and wait.

“Mama!”

One of your little ones toddled out of the waves, his little legs struggling through the sand before he reached you. He hugged your legs, letting out a little purr as you ruffled his hair.

“H-hey, no fair! Mama, me too!”

Your oldest called for you from the water. He had a tail like his father, and couldn’t leave the ocean. “Shh, shh, I’m coming, baby. You know I wouldn’t leave you out.”

You waddled into the waves, being careful due to your pregnancy. Your other son joined you in the water, both cooing over your belly.

“Mama, when will the baby come?”

“Mmm… it’ll be at least a month or so.”

The younger one splashed his brother, causing them to dip under the waves and play. You laughed, spotting a dark shape coming from the deep.

Your lover emerged from the ocean, your two sons giggling and climbing up his back then jumping back into the water. He was a very patient father, letting them use him as a jungle gym as much as they wanted.

“Eat.”

He dropped another catch onto the shore, his eyes soft as he admired the extra weight you had put on over the last few years. His fingers traced your stretch marks, a smile on his lips.

“Again? I’m still full from lunch.”

But he was persistent, nudging you towards your fire pit so you’d cook. “Okay, okay, I’m going.”

Your youngest toddled around the beach, playing with shells and blowing raspberries at his older brother as he sat in your lap by the fire. The two were always bickering, but you made sure to spend equal time with them.

As the sun set, the kiddos drifted off to sleep on a nearby reef as you and your lover kissed. “Mmm… getting big.”

You yawned, cockwarming him as he toyed with your sensitive nipples. He quite enjoyed how much softer you were now, even more so than when he first met you.

It felt nice, having him guide your hips over him, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. Being stuffed full of his cum had become addicting, and you needed to be bred almost every night to be satisfied.

You were sure that you’d continue having his shark pups well into the future. After all, he took very good care of you, always bringing gifts and yummy foods to keep you from losing that softness he loved so much.

In the morning, you’d start the day over. Although sometimes you missed the life you lived before all of this, you were content being bred and kept as his sweet little mate on that peaceful island.

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[wonryllis]

TEMPTING THEM DURING NO NUT NOVEMBER.

─────𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖢𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖨𝖭. 汚い ❛ 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍" ❜

featuring. enhypen hyung line with fem!r wordcount. 1250 ( around 300 each ) check out the catalogue?

warnings. ⚠︎PG18! public teasing, groping, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dry humping, car sex, riding, handjob, shower sex, choking, clit rubbing, p in v obviously.

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

heeseung knew he fucked up the moment he agreed to take on the challenge. he knew it so so well, yet he decided he could do it and he could pull through the entire month if tried just hard enough. that he could keep his dick in his pants and not in you.

and it was hard. it is hard. his fucking cock twitching underneath his boxers as you discreetly palm him over his suit pants. right in the middle of a dinner with all his friends sitting around the table. unaware of your indecent touches and the looks you throw at your boyfriend.

batting your lashes at him while biting your lips, grabbing his thigh and then moving your hand up to squeeze his cock. it is absolute torture till it lasts. till his resolve breaks and he immediately drags you along to the nearest bathroom. his friends looking at the scene knowing he's done for— just a week into november.

“shit you just had to make me lose didn't you?” heeseung slaps his hand over your mouth, muffling your loud moans as he drills his cock into you. fast and rough; holding your thigh around his waist in a grip so tight it'd probably leave purple bruises.

he tugs you closer on the counter each time you move back from the force of his thrusts, skin slapping into red, painfully pleasurable marks,“couldn’t keep your hands off my cock for once,” he grunts, brows furrowing as you clench around him every two seconds.

“if you keep doing that baby, i might just knock you up with how much i cum,” he moves his hand from your mouth, his lips immediately find yours in a messy lock, nibbling on your lower lip in supressed groans and pants, his balls tightening up when he feels yours walls clamping onto him hard.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

if muscles could tear off easily. jay would be in shreds right now. the sheer amount of restraint it is taking him, each part of him painfully tense— beyond he ever felt in his entire life. absolute hell he is going through watching you prance around in just a croptop and freaking bikini bottoms.

his eyes almost popping out of the sockets with drooling desire and want for you as he follows along the way you bend over or reach up for absurd and insane reasons. purposely to tease him of course.

he is aware of what you are trying to do. he really is. but he still just can not seem to look away for the sake of his cock and the expensive dinner on line for losing. gaze continuing to follow you as you settle into his lap, arms draping over his shoulders and your ass resting right on top of his now hard cock. oh he's about to lose.

“had this dream last night and— fuck princess you couldn't keep your hands off me and— oh god it was so hot,” jay rambles, his hands gripping your waist guiding you as you grind your drenched folds across his hard cock. back and forth, back and forth. your wet bikini bottoms sliding off to the side each time you reach up to his tip. warm slick smearing over his twitching cock pulled out of his sweatpants just enough.

his soft gasps and grunts filling the room,”gonna lose the no nut but it's worth it,” his eyes stay fixated on your face, watching the way it twists with pleasure and how your lips form an o when you let a moan amidst the constant mewls.

only two days left, but jay just can't resist it anymore. feeling your thighs shake against his and your eyes roll back when he nudges just the tip inside.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

jake's knuckles turn borderline white against the steering wheel. grip so tight he might as well rip it off the console. he tries so hard to focus on the road, to keep his eyes and his mind on the lane. but god you make it impossible with your hand caressing his thigh. his gaze drifting down each time your pinky rubs against his balls. and mind drifting off to danger zone of no nut november.

a sharp intake of breath and a silent curse falling off his lips when your fingers trail over his bulge in a feather light touch.

calm down, calm down, calm down. jake chants repeatedly— don't get hard, don't get hard, changing the words when he inevitably feels himself throbbing and growing stiffer by the second— fucking don't get hard damn it, all futile for his cock practically springs against the fabric of his cotton pants after you brush over his tip. should have worn the goddamn boxers.

“oh yeah— oh fuck yeah— your pretty pussy feels so good baby,” jake groans against your parted mouth, the sounds leaving you, the way you bounce on him, the sweat trickling down between your breasts; oh he doesn't care it's only been four days since he decided to participate in no nut november.

“how did i even think i could live a month without you cumming on my cock,” his hands squeezing your ass, guiding your movements as the car flaps with your lewd squelches in the backseat. the windows fogged up and filled with your moans and jake’s dirty mouth running rampant.

noticing your face scrunching up in pleasure, he immediately moves his hand over to rub your nub in quick circles,”god yes you're gonna cum for me?” his feet planting firm onto the floorboard before he starts pounding up,”me too baby, gonna fill you up so well.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

the cold shower did nothing to help his raging mind. and his raging cock. images of you begging for his cock flashing before his eyes on repeat. you were such a vixen when it came down to sex. knowing exactly how to tempt him in a way he would not be able to be resist.

it's only been ten days. sunghoon reminds himself, a hand rubbing down his face as he tries taking in deep breaths. coming home to you waiting for him right by the front door with fucking bedroom eyes was not something he was ready for. and especially not for the way you tried to persuade him to give up the challenge. pulling him closer by his sweatpants and throwing out the most sensual begs he'd ever heard from you.

it took every cell in him to deny you, rushing into the shower to avoid you before you could notice his boner. he did not lock the door though—

“fuck doll, keep doing that and i’ll cum so hard,” sunghoon throws his head back, water running down his chest and over your pretty little hands jerking his hard cock in sloppy strokes. his hips buck involuntarily, furious and wild despite all the warnings flashing red in his subconscious.

“shit shit shit— fuck wait—” as the tight coil in his stomach threatens to bust, he instantly pulls away. albeit only to push you against the glass wall, haul up your left leg, and shove his cock inside in a brutal thrust. his forehead resting against yours as he fucks rough. rough and mad.

his other hand reaching up to grip your throat in a light choke,”you were so desperate to be fucked, you just had to ruin my challenge didn't you?” thumb pressing onto your windpipe just enough while he stares into your glazed eyes,”so desperate for my cum,”

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[cherriicou]

NSFW 18+ MDNI + silly ending // WHAT IF you were wonwoo’s gf and almost got caught during NANA TOUR surprises…

'w-wonu--ngh,' you gasp voice half-moan, as he continues to guide your hips to grind on his cock. your hands are in his hair, tugging, trying to stay strong on top as you ride him.

it was 4 am but tired was beyond the opposite you both felt in this moment. it had been ages since you've been able to have sex during his busy schedule, and now each other's pleasure was all you could think of.

'fuck, you feel so good baby,' he murmurs, voice low as he moves his hands from your hips to your chest. his thick cock is stretching you wide, the wet slap of hips against your ass echo in the room as he fucks you roughly and needily. he's missed you so much.

you both don't hear the small knocks on the door until the lock beeps and clicks open.

your eyes fly open. wonwoo's glasses slide crookedly down his nose as he jolts. you look at each other — eyes wide, breath caught — and panic.

“shit shit shit,” you whisper, frantically scrambling off him and diving under the thick white covers. wonwoo yanks the blanket over you with one hand, rips off his glasses with the other, and dramatically flops back onto the bed, feigning deep sleep.

the door creaks open. and then, that dreaded voice.

"wonu-ah, it's time to go~!”

PD-nim.

you swear under the covers. of course it’s him. of course he brought the cameras. many sets of footsteps shuffle into the room — the loud ones definitely hoshi’s, the ones with fake whispering seungkwan and mingyu.

“you alive?” someone snickers.

“is he naked?”

“looks like he’s hiding something.”

wonwoo lets out a painfully awkward giggle, trying to stretch across the bed, his hand accidentally elbowing your side under the covers. you bite your lip to keep from squealing.

you squeeze your eyes shut under the blanket, holding your breath. the bed dips — someone’s sat down near your feet.

“room’s kinda warm,” mingyu says, fanning his shirt.

“thick blankets, probably,” vernon offers with a small shrug. “looks cozy though.”

“always is,” wonwoo says, rubbing his eyes. his voice is calm, casual — but there’s the tiniest hint of tension.

PD-nim chuckles from behind the camera. “you were sleeping well.”

“yeah, i guess i was really out,” wonwoo murmurs. “didn’t even hear the door.” seungkwan feels your ankle under him and he sighs, this guy..

there’s a small pause as the members glance between each other, reading the moment. it’s subtle — but they know.

still, they keep it moving, light and easy.

“hyung, no way your own magazines are next to your bed,” seungkwan jokes. everyone laughs and starts to plan what room to go to next.

they decide together to go to jun's room but wonwoo signals them to leave and he'll be right out behind them.

PD-nim pans one last shot of the room, then backs up. “alright~ we’re heading to the next room. don’t take too long!”

the door closes.

you don’t move until the footsteps have faded.

then a soft voice, right above the covers: “you okay?”

you peek your head out. wonwoo looks at you, glasses back on, face half amused and half horrified.

“that was... too close,” you whisper.

he nods, exhaling deeply. “they helped. did you notice?”

“not a single weird question. not even a glance,” you say. “but they knew.” he smiles, pulling you into his arms.

buzz

“let us know next time ㅋㅋㅋ"

a/n; hi my lovelies ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა finals are officially over!! im so happi and will be continuing my older!bf seventeen series.. sorry for the long wait but it is comingggg. also i was rewatching NANA tour and thought of this scenario so i wrote it in like 10 minutes lolol

[vanesycho]

• warning! threesome, fingering, vaginal sex, clit slapping, overstimulation, oral fixation(finger sucking), dirty talk, slight choking, cum play / cum tasting • 1,2k • m.list

being with hyunjin and chan looks so fun and nice on the outside. who doesn't like the attention coming from two gentle and sweet men? chan's sweet words...hyunjin's soft touches...that's how your day goes!

most of the time.

"last time doll. come on, we know you can do it." you didn't know how many times you'd heard it, 3? 5? yet somehow they found a way to put their hands on you. hyunjin expertly fucked you with three fingers between your legs, as your back was pressed against chan's chest, torturing your clit with his fingers. "It’s… too much…" you barely managed to whisper, voice trembling as a loud moan tore from your lips. hyunjin’s fingers curled perfectly against that devastating spot inside you, making your entire body tremble—not just your legs, but every nerve lit up from the intensity. the pleasure was relentless, drowning you with each slow, deliberate motion.

"stay still." chan's voice was rough, commanding—sending a shiver straight down your spine. his free hand pressed firmly against your stomach, pinning you back against his chest, holding you in place as if your body wasn’t already trembling beyond control. the constant assault on your g-spot had your legs tightening involuntarily, your lungs forgetting how to breathe. hyunjin let out a low, throaty moan when he felt you clenching, knowing you were right on the edge. "fuuuck yeah… that’s it, baby. I wanna see you fall apart." chan’s fingers are still on your clit, rubbing tight circles over the most sensitive part of you—deliberate and devastating. your moans only made his cock throb harder, his breath hot and ragged right beside your ear. "you’re gonna make me lose my mind." your thoughts blurred into static—nothing existed but them, the pleasure, and the way your body pulsed under their touch. It didn’t take long before you shattered around hyunjin’s fingers, a cry escaping you as your head fell back onto chan’s shoulder, your body going limp from the release.

but chan didn’t stop—his fingers kept circling your clit, relentless and precise. when you instinctively tried to clamp your legs shut, hyunjin’s hands shot out to stop you, keeping you wide open for more. then chan shifted tactics. he began lightly slapping your clit with the tips of his fingers, fast and cruel, sending sharp jolts through your already trembling body. you whimpered—broken and tearful, the sensation too much to bear, yet impossible to escape. "no-"

"shh"

he kept going for a few more torturous seconds before finally easing off and guiding you to lie back on the bed. chan settled between your legs without a word, eyes locked on your soaked core, while hyunjin moved to the head of the bed. he gently grabbed your chin, tilting it up as his thumb traced your trembling bottom lip. "open your mouth, baby." you obeyed, lips parting softly—and he didn’t wait. his thumb slipped past your lips, pressing down on your tongue as he made you suck it slow and gentle. the sight of you like that, eyes dazed and lips wrapped around him, had hyunjin smirking in delight. the soft whimper you let out around his thumb made his eyes darken, his thumb pressing deeper just to feel your reaction again.

chan spread your legs with ease, his gaze dark as he used two fingers to part your soaked folds. a low, satisfied sigh escaped him at the sight of your glistening arousal. once he’d had his fill of looking, he pulled his hand away and lined up his cock at your entrance, dragging the thick tip through your wetness. you felt the pressure building—his size pressing right where you were already so sensitive—and tried to speak, to tell him you couldn’t take any more. but hyunjin’s thumb was still in your mouth, muffling every desperate sound. "hm? were you trying to say something?" hyunjin teased, voice smooth as silk. he slowly pulled his finger out—but just as your lips parted to form words, chan buried himself inside you in one sharp, devastating thrust. a strangled moan escaped instead, your back arching as your walls clenched tightly around him. the way you responded—how your body trembled and clung to his cock—made hyunjin grin as he trailed his fingers down your chest, grazing over every trembling inch of you. "oh fuck—you're hugging me so good baby… you're so good" chan groaned, hips pulsing forward as he sank even deeper.

he didn’t even give you a moment to adjust. he immediately started to move, thrusting into you with steady, unforgiving strokes—burying himself to the hilt every single time. each thrust was deep, precise, dragging moans from his throat as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly through the room. he grabbed your legs and lifted them, folding you slightly as he leaned over—forcing your bodies impossibly close. that position made everything more intense, and chan knew it. a teasing smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed the glossy tears pooling in your eyes. "aw… is it too much, baby? can’t take it, huh?" he murmured mockingly. meanwhile, hyunjin was still at your side, eyes locked on your face as he gently pinched and played with your hardened nipple. he wiped away a stray tear with his thumb before leaning in, his lips brushing your cheek in mock affection. "too bad," he whispered into your ear, voice low and laced with mischief. "we haven’t even gotten what we wanted yet…"

chan’s breath was growing more erratic, short gasps leaving his lips with every deep thrust as he filled you over and over again. the helpless whimpers and tearful cries slipping from you—because you were just too sensitive, too overstimulated—only spurred him on. a low growl rumbled in his throat as he tossed his head back, eyes fluttering shut in sheer bliss. “It won’t take long… I’m so close,” he muttered under his breath, voice laced with desperation. his pace grew rougher, hips slamming into you with reckless hunger. “fuck—gonna fill that tight little pussy of yours,” he gritted out, his chest rising and falling rapidly from the effort. you could barely process his words—your own orgasm was building fast, but your body was too worn out, too overwhelmed. you didn’t even have the strength to speak; your mouth hung open in silent moans, eyes hazy, every nerve ending on fire.

hyunjin’s hands were roaming all over your trembling body, fingertips ghosting down your sides and up to your head—tracing every inch of skin he could reach. when your moans began to rise in pitch, signaling just how close you were, he leaned down and captured your lips without warning. his tongue slid into your mouth, slow and intentional, curling around yours with a needy kind of affection that made your stomach flutter. one of his hands found its way to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. he groaned softly into the kiss, your noises muffled against his mouth, the vibration of your shared moans heating up the air between you. "cum with me, baby… yeah?" chan’s voice cut through the haze, breathless and commanding. "make a mess for us. you can do it." you could barely breathe, the weight of hyunjin’s kiss and the relentless rhythm of chan’s thrusts pushing you right to the edge. hyunjin finally pulled back, his lips dragging against yours as he bit down hard on your bottom lip—right as you were about to fall apart completely.

“cumming, cumming—fuck—” chan’s cock twitched deep inside you as you exhaled a long, shuddering breath, his body pulling back slowly, savoring every last drop he’d given you. chan smiled, breathless and satisfied, watching the slick fluid glisten and drip from your slick folds. hyunjin leaned down, fingers tracing through the wetness between your legs, then teasingly slipped two fingers inside your still-sensitive hole. he brought them to his lips, tasting you slowly, eyes locked on yours, that faintly salty flavor drawing a low, pleased hum from him. “mm..should I eat you again?” you shook your head quickly, making both chan and hyunjin chuckle softly at your reaction.

chan reached out on one side, hyunjin on the other, pulling you into a warm, tangled embrace. you rested your head between their bare, heated bodies, a gentle smile spreading across your face as your eyes fluttered closed. the last thing you remembered before drifting off were their sweet whispers and soft kisses, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth and love.

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[strawberry-nugget]

My head is filled with thoughts of riding Katsuki into oblivion

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, 18+ minors do not interact, top!reader, switch!Bakugo, multiple orgasms, dirty talking, rough sex, sloppy kissing, biting, reader is cock drunk and down bad, overstimulation, squirting, pushing it all back in, All characters are 20+

That fucked out expression on his face—god, you love it. Love it like you crave the heat curling low in your belly, like you need the way his eyes flutter every time you drag your hips down slow and deep, pussy hugging him tight. Snug over every single vein that runs along his cock.

He looks so gone like this, wrecked and worshipping, that you can’t help but run the back of your finger over his face, rub that little drool trail from the corner of his mouth.

Your clit twitches against his abdomen as you watch his chest rising hard with every shaky breath that exits him, his mouth slack and glistening with spit as you smear your fingers on his lips. Saying a soft ‘please’ before you sink it into his mouth and he gladly sucks the digit inside, sending waves of pleasure in the clamping walls of your cunt.

For a moment, your finger pops out of his mouth with a loud plop. Drool strings still connects your skin to his mouth.

In a sinister action, you let your fingers trail lower—not just over his lips this time, but down your own belly, slipping between your thighs, right where your bodies are joined in that obscene, sticky, scorching wet heat. Your fingers come away soaked, trembling from how wet you are, and you bring them back up to his mouth.

“Open,” you whisper, and he does eagerly, obediently, his lips parting with a low sound of need as you slip your fingers into his mouth.

He groans, deep in his chest, tongue swirling over the taste of both of you. His hands flex on your waist, grip tightening as you grind down with a broken gasp, soaking him all over again. The feel of his mouth on your fingers, his cock twitching inside you, and your own heartbeat pounding loud in your ears…it all blurs together into something feral, something primal, animalistic.

“You feel that?” you whisper against his jaw, voice hoarse and honey-thick. “That’s how wet you make me. That’s what you’re doing to me, Katsuki.”

His eyes snap open, wild and molten and you could swear you see them blur into a heart shape, and his hips buck up without warning. Dragging a sharp, keening cry from your lips as you brace yourself on his chest, still grinding, still trembling. You feel like you’re going to unravel again, right there on top of him. Not from just the stretch, or the friction but from him and him alone. From the way he looks at you.

He moans like he’s tasting something sacred. Like he’s drunk on you.

Your thighs burn but you don’t care. So does your ass, your feet. Every single part of your legs is on fire.

But you want to feel it tomorrow. Want the ache to linger. Because right now, this—him—is everything. The world’s fallen away and apart, blurred out beyond the faint sound of wet slap of skin, the breathless gasps, the stretch of him buried so deep inside you, ugh, it feels like he’s carved his name into your womb. And right now, if that was physically possible, you wouldn’t mind at all.

Katsuki’s hands stay locked on your ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, guiding but not forcing—he’s letting you take him apart, letting you ride out your need like it’s his only purpose, when he could just flip you and get it over with, come to the ultimate orgasmic high this moment has built up to, even faster than you could imagine.

And you’re so close. Too. So fucking close you can’t think. Your hips grind down messy now, frantic, as if you can’t bear to stop, like you’ll shatter if you lose the feel of him for even a second. His veins catch around your walls, his mushroom tip bulges and twitches inside you with each thrust, curving an ever after shape of his cock inside you. One that fits like a glove, despite how sticky and wet you are, when it slips out with a loud plop!

“Fuck,” he chokes, bullying the tip in once again, voice shredded. No hands needed to guide himself inside you “You’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight—shit, baby, y’gonna make me—”

“Don’t,” you gasp, barely coherent, every nerve lit and strung taut. “Don’t. Stop. Don’t you fucking cum yet”

Bossy and mean as you are, you slow down completely, feeling the sharp ache of his dick kissing your cervix before you grab one of his hands and bring his thumb to your mouth, licking and swiping your tongue once, twice over it and sucking, before you push it down towards your clit.

Right on cue, his thumb circles your clit with a slick, practiced rhythm, every drag precise and devastating. You’re soaked, filthy— your slick gushing down to mix with the sticky heat of his thighs, holding onto his wrist with one hand, until his thumb slips and gets trapped between his abdomen and your slit.

You’re making such a mess on him. Every rock of your hips splashes lewdly against the base of his cock, your juices painting his skin, coating him in the proof of how badly you need this—need him. It’s wet, obscene, deliciously vulgar. The kind of sound that should make you flustered normally, but instead makes your cunt clamp down greedily, aching to be split open again and again and again.

Your head tips back with a soft, broken moan as his thumb flicks just right, hips stuttering forward as your whole body coils tighter.

You grind low, ass cheeks shaking, walls clamping impossibly tight around him, chasing that coil inside your belly, watching with half-lidded eyes as Katsuki bites his lower lip and throws his head back for a second. Gosh— you want to pounce his neck but there’s no spot that you've left unmarked.

But then again, that vein that runs down the left side of his neck, the softness of his skin, it's sooooo delicious. You can’t resist.

You lean in—breath hitching, body thrumming—as your lips ghost over the sweat-damp heat of his throat. That vein, thick and pulsing, is calling to you like it’s lit up with neon, a target you’ve claimed a hundred times over and still crave like it’s your last meal. You latch onto it with a languid drag of your tongue, then suck, slow and sinful, until he groans—deep, primal, trembling against the choke of pleasure and restraint.

“Jesus fuckin’—” Katsuki hisses, voice low and cracked, hands bruising your hips as he watches the way your folds swallow him whole again and again. “You’re so wet I can hear you suckin’ me back in—fuck, baby, your pussy’s drippin’ down my fuckin’ legs.”

“Dont talk” you bark, sinking your teeth deeper into his neck, earning a soundly hiss “Learn to not fucking talk when I got you like this, Katsuki”

You don’t even know what succubus demon has overtaken you and forces you to speak like this to him. But when his eyes widen, all red and filled with lust you’re only encouraged to keep it up.

It’s not like he lied either; Your slick coats everything—his cock, his thighs, the base of his stomach. And every time he bottoms out, it sends a fresh gush out of you, spurting around the base of his cock like your body’s overflowing, can’t contain the sensation. Can’t contain him. The ache that comes from every curve on his cock inside you.

You’re wrapped around him so tight, so hot and soaked, it feels like he’s being swallowed by molten velvet. His cock pulses uncontrollably inside you, every squeeze of your fluttering walls sending shockwaves up his spine, forcing a deep grunt from his chest like he’s barely holding it together. It’s too much—but not enough.

“Shit, baby,” he pants, eyes glued to the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock each time you lift.

“I need it,” you gasp, nails clawing down his chest, leaving red lines over his sweat-slick skin, hips and voice whining and wailing just the same “Need it deeper—need you deeper, Katsuki—fuck— make it go deeper, please”

He grabs your hips, slams you down, and stays there—cock buried to the hilt, his balls pressed to your ass, his chest heaving against yours as you both freeze in that molten stretch.

You’re so full, stuffed and stretched and soaked, your pussy throbbing around him with wet, messy pulses like it’s tasting him from the inside.

The feel of him inside you is everything—every ridge, every swollen vein, the heavy throb of his cock as it pulses thick and wet in your heat. It’s maddening, the way your walls wrap around him like silk turned molten, gripping tight and fluttering with every twitch of his hips. You can feel him everywhere—the stretch deep in your belly, the weight of him dragging along your insides, the obscene way your cunt clings to him like it never wants to let go.

You force his hand on your clit again, using his fingers to rub fast, entangling your digits with his as you command breathless little “faster”s into the lower lip you’re worrying between your teeth, begging through the pain of the stretch “play with my pussy baby” and “fuck—match my rhythm. Fuck”

Your voice is barely a voice anymore—just breath, just whimpers and stutters and gasps spit through swollen lips. You sound ruined, and it’s perfect.

Katsuki’s breath hits your ear hot, panting through clenched teeth as you guide his hand where you need it, desperate and shameless. Your slicked-up fingers wrap around his, dragging them through the drenched mess between your folds, your clit slippery and twitching under the pads of both your fingertips. He groans low in his chest, the sound vibrating through your sternum, syncing with the pulse already hammering in your cunt.

“Shit—yeah, that’s it,” you gasp, nails digging into his wrist as your hips jerk forward, chasing it. “Just like that, right there—don’t stop. Make me cum, make me—ah, come, dont stoooop”

He doesn’t. Katsuki picks up on your rhythm like it’s coded into his blood—presses tight circles against your clit while your cunt strangles him from the inside, velvet walls spasming around the thick length of his cock still lodged impossibly deep.

He can feel everything. The way your pussy flutters wildly, hugging him like it’s begging, milking him with each pulse. The mess of slick coating his cock, leaking past his balls, smearing over his thighs and dripping down into the sheets like honey, so so sticky. Every tiny movement from you adds to it. The squelch, the wet slap, the low moans bubbling from your lips like you’re too far gone to hold anything in.

“Fuckin’ look at this,” he growls, more to himself, angling his hips just slightly and watching your whole body seize, your tits bouncing against his chest as your chin catches the top of his shoulder

But you can't look—your eyes are blurry, filled to the brim with fat, salty tears and you can’t decide if it’s because of how intense everything feels right now or if it’s because you want more, like a greedy slut for his cock.

You’re making the filthiest sounds you’ve ever heard. Every time you grind forward, it’s a sticky, wet gush of slick, a fresh squirt that bubbles out around the fat seal of his cock splitting you apart. You’re trembling now, overwhelmed, sobbing through gritted teeth as you ride the edge again.

“Gonna cum,” you slur, eyes rolling. “Katsuki—I’m gonna—fuck, baby, it’s too much—nnnngh I want it harder” you yell, legs coaxing him by the hips to follow your command.

His hand on your clit doesn’t let up. If anything, he presses harder. Deeper. Faster. Circles oh so sloppy with you, around you, for you, keeping pace with the desperate fuck of your hips, the drench of your cunt gushing over him with every rock forward.

And when it hits…It’s not quiet.

You cry out, body locking, thighs spasming violently as your orgasm crashes down, long and hard. Your cunt clamps like a vice and then gushes again, clear liquid squirting out between your thighs in hot, messy spurts. It soaks your stomach, his chest, his face when you fall forward with a loud, stuttering sob and a yell of something that quite resembles his name.

Katsuki groans like he’s possessed, hands gripping your ass, eyes glassy just like liquid lava and unfocused as your pussy milks him through it.

“Fuckin’—holy shit,” he grits out, watching his cock disappear inside the wet, scorching heat of you. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, baby—gonna fuckin’ cum—gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good—”

And you want it. God, you want it. Want him buried inside, stuffed and spilling over, stretched wide and soaking wet until there’s nothing left of you but the imprint of him carved into the soppy walls of your pussy.

So with all the strength you’ve got left, you keep grinding, keep working that swollen, overused clit with his thumb and yours, greedy and twitching and still dripping—because one orgasm isn’t enough. Not when he’s still inside you, still so hard like that. Not when your body keeps begging for more.

Your voice breaks on a moan as a new orgasm slams into you like a tidal wave, sudden and violent. Your body locks up, back arching, breaking away from him in oily beads of salty sweat, hips stuttering as pleasure bursts behind your eyes. You feel it, oh so hot and blinding—feel yourself gush around him again, the wet heat of it drenching your thighs, splashing against his hips with a slick sound.

Katsuki groans like he’s been punched, his head falling back, veins in his neck standing out as he jerks beneath you. “Holy shit—fuck, you’re—oh my god—”

He’s losing it. You’re both losing it. Your vision goes white, breath ripped out of you in a high, choked cry as your body convulses, trembling uncontrollably with each wave of release. Your thighs spasm around him, hips bucking mindlessly through it as your slick pours down his cock, soaking his skin, making a pool of wetness on the sheets.

He thrusts up once, twice, completely helpless in the mercy of your slack open mouth before he’s coming too, thick and hard, hands clinging to your shaking body like he’ll fall through the earth without you. You feel his cum pulse deep inside you, the warmth of it flooding you, spilling out around him, and it only makes you clench harder, milking him through every broken groan.

The room is nothing but breathless panting and the drip of wet heat between you, the air heavy with sex and sweat and something oversaturated with sweetness and need that blurs into the borders of greediness. You're both breathless, or at least, trying to catch a breath for a fraction of a second.

You collapse forward, chest pressed to his, face buried in his neck, your whole body trembling with aftershocks. He’s warm and shaking beneath you, arms wrapping around your back, holding you like you’re precious and soft and everything nice in the world. Like you didn’t just fuck him into oblivion.

“Shit,” you whisper, lips brushing his collarbone, teeth dragging teasingly over a love bite from before. “I think I saw stars.”

Katsuki laughs broken, hoarse, pressing a kiss to your sweating temple, still twitching inside you, sticky white cum oozing from your cunt onto his cock. He teasingly drags a finger there, threatening to push it in alongside his cock to bully his cum back inside, but let’s go when your body shivers against his. “You fuckin’ squirted. Twice. You wanted it that bad babe?” He laughs, smugly, tapping a small slap against your ass in content.

“Shut up.”

“Babe, everything’s soaked. Like, everywhere. That was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever…fuuuuck.”

You groan, burying your face deeper, breath hitching with something close to laughter as he holds you tighter.

“You good?” he rasps, voice wrecked, mouth still close to your hair. “You nearly blacked out on me”

He decides then that he can’t stop touching you. His hand slides down your spine again, slow and lazy, dipping into the dip of your lower back like he owns it. Like he’s tracing over everything that just happened, cataloguing it in the calluses of his palm. You can feel how smug he is without even looking at him—feel it in the way he shifts his hips slightly, enough to nudge that overstimulated spot inside you with the heavy drag of his cock still sheathed deep.

You twitch, whimpering low into his neck, too raw and wet to even pretend to be annoyed.

“Katsuki,” you warn, voice threadbare, but he just hums like he’s already forgiven, like he’s earned it. Maybe he has. You’re not exactly complaining.

“Just makin’ sure you’re feelin’ it,” he mutters against your temple, though his hand is already sliding lower—down your thigh, then between. He dips two fingers to the mess where your bodies are still joined, the heat there so hot and tender, and swipes slowly through the sticky slick that’s spilling out of you around his cock.

You flinch, sharp and shivery.

“Fuckin’ look at this,” he breathes, lifting his fingers between you two to show the thick trail of cum and slick stretching between them. His voice dips lower, raspier. “You’re leaking all over me. Can’t have that.”

You feel it before you see it—his fingers pressing down again, gathering the mess, and then, true to his word, sliding it right back in alongside his softening cock. Not deep, just enough to make you cry out softly against his throat, your hips squirming.

“Gotta keep it aaaall in,” he says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like it’s not filthy but tender and possessive all at once.

You finally lift your head, cheeks flushed and tingly, lips swollen from biting back every sound he pulled out of you. Your eyes meet his—still blown, still burning and still filled with so much adoration.

He holds you close to him quietly, soft fingers rubbing soothing cycles on the small of your back.

You let him hold you beneath the messy, aching aftermath, under the cum and sweat and soaked sheets, there’s something quiet and warm between your ribs.

Until, you’re ready to go again.

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[superdummymags]

unironically my favorite ability because it's just so silly when you put it this way

[astrasng]

marlboro reds💋ྀིྀི

sucking off cheol is everything and beyond the definition of attractive. he’s thick and hung, hitting all the right spots inside you whether it’s rough or soft, he knows your body just too well. you have nothing against him pounding into you like he’s starving (he probably is) and panting into your ear from behind as he grabs the back of your neck harshly to feel his length buried inside you.

but when it comes to sucking him off? it’s like you’re even beyond on cloud nine.

all you see when you blink up at him is his buff chest falling up and down, his head thrown slightly back on the couch as he bites his bottom lip down to contain his pathetic moans. he’s shaking, his mind totally shut off as you swirl your tongue around him, rewarding you with rough groans when he snakes one of his hand into your hair, gathering it into a ponytail. it makes you rub your thighs together, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth around his length. it rolls all the way down on your throat and cheol takes of notice of this, immediately taking a finger and smudging the saliva where he feels himself in your throat. it makes both of you moan, how strangely you can feel his finger like it’s nothing separating the two.

fuck sweetheart, you’re taking me so well

he groans out when you swallow around his thick size, wanting to cough so bad at the burning sensation but he steadily pushes your head further down. the moment you gag around him, he lets out a satisfied sigh like he’s been waiting for this, an almost sick-like smirk painting his face as he looks down at you amusingly.

too much? but i know you can do much better than that.

at that, cheol suddenly pulls you off of him and hisses at the cold air, locking eyes with you as you look up at him with tears in your eyes. he nearly comes from the sight when you lick your lips and swallow all the saliva and precum gathered on your lips, seeing the way your throat moves pushes him to the edge.

cheol pinches your chin between his fingers, directing his tip on your plush, wet lips and smears it against them. you can hear the satisfactory sigh leaving him when you part your lips slightly, the tip movements away from sliding right back in. your tongue loll back out against his cock and just when you are ready to take him again he groans in frustration and janks you up into his lap.

you can’t contain yourself huh? he hisses harshly as he moves your body to be right on his erect cock, feeling it poking against your panties from under.

a small moan leaves you, grinding down on to his member but he stops you by your waist. you want to whine and scream at him out of frustration but his instense gaze stops you, looking at him all doe-eyed.

you have somethin' to say princess? he growls, his hand sliding further under your skirt to pull you onto him, his hips teasingly moving against you so the tip of his cock is rubbing against your entrance. a soft sigh leaves your lips, wanting to grind down harder on him, to feel his girth stretching you out like you deserve. but cheol has other plans.

with the tip of his finger, he pulls your panties enough to the side so his tip slides against your arousal coated lips, snapping the elastic right back on his cock making both of you hiss. you're gonna sit here prettily just as i say, he murmurs and kisses the side of your neck -

and you're going to feel me rutting against you until you come undone and all i can hear are your cries, how about that baby?

a/n: HE LOOKS LIKE HE WORKS W HIS HANDS AND SMELLS LIKE MARLBORO REDSSS scups is so crush by ethel cain for me that it's insane so LISTEN TO IT WHILE READING X

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

@ astrasng 2025

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[b1mbodoll]

hung virgin jake is too good!!! he watches too much porn and thinks he can just slide into you, surprised and a little mad at your whining, mocking you when you tell him it's too much

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: noncon + use of the word r*pe + big dick! jake + virgin! jake + blood + creampies + breeding + degradation + impact play + manipulation + fingering

💌: shut up i just moaned /pos /lh ☆ ok hi this is gabi after writing. i didn’t mean to make this so dark, but what is b1mbodoll without noncon.

jakey thinkin he can just slide in with no prep…. i actually feel insane. you’re whimpering and begging him to take it slow n be gentle because he’s so big. so fucking girthy, too. he thinks a little spit on your tight pussy and the steady dribbles of precum trailing along his length are enough to spread you open.

his cock is heavy where it rests over your cunt and genuine fear courses through you because there’s no way he’ll fit like this. “j-jakey, wait,” you pant, hands reaching out to push at his abdomen, eyes wide. “you need to prep me, baby, look at you. you’re too big, ‘s gonna hurt.”

“no, sweetheart, you’re wrong. i’ve seen a buncha videos before, it’ll feel good, jus’ take it, yeah?”

he sounds so earnest; there’s no way he truly thinks porn is real, right? you can’t take him and you’re unsure how else to convince him of that. “i can’t! jakey, you’re not listeni — fuck! oh god, stopstop.”

it feels like you’re being split in two, tiny pussy stretched beyond it’s limits despite your pleas for jake to fucking stop as he forces the blunt head of his fat cock inside; just the tip and it’s already too much, your inner walls spasming and clenching around him, eyes squeezed tightly because it hurts so bad and he hasn’t even filled you up completely yet.

jake stops once his cockhead slips in, afraid to cum before he’s had the chance to properly fuck you, nostrils flaring while he tries to hold off his orgasm, dick pulsing and his balls tight, more and more precum drooling from his slit and wetting your hole, teeth sinking into his lip so hard the soft skin breaks, the taste of blood bringing him back to his senses.

you feel so good wrapped around him n he cant help but continue to sheath himself in your pussy, pressing his hips forward and groaning as his cock bullies its way into you, inch after inch causing you to let out pained cries that make his chest ache but he can’t stop, not until you’re stuffed full of his thick cum.

you’re hitting him now, throwing your fists at his chest in a weak attempt to get him off, full on sobs making the guilt he felt a second ago shift into something meaner.

“you’re fucking weak,” he spits, and gone is your sweet boyfriend. you don’t recognize the man above you. “y’wanna cry so bad, i’ll give you something to cry about, whore.”

jake’s earlier fear of cumming too soon is long forgotten; he catches your hands when you go to strike him again and pins them to the mattress before slamming his hips against yours, remaining inches now fully inside and you can feel him snug against your cervix, prodding at the entrance of your womb.

he doesn’t give you a chance to at least try accomodating to the discomfort, setting a brutal pace immediately, headboard knocking against the wall as his cock ruins you, hurts you, violates you.

you don’t want this anymore, so why is he continuing this torment?

jake believes you were made for him, for his cock. it shouldn’t hurt.. you’re lying. you have to be. it’s supposed to feel good. crocodile tears and yelps wont change his mind. you’re his little plaything. his pocket pussy. he’ll only get better at fucking you with practice, so he’ll use you whenever and however he wants.

you can’t do anything except let him have his way with you, too tired to continue fighting him, but just coherent enough to try convincing him with your words.

your voice is strained, throat raw but you ignore the soreness and attempt to speak through whines. “jake, y’gotta stop. i don’t — oh god — don’t want this. y’know what the means don’t you? this is…”

tears blur your vision.

“this is what, huh? ‘s rape? is that what you were gonna say?” the condescending tone like a knife to your heart. “you’re such a fuckin’ dummy — hah fuck, so tight —” he groans. “this isn’t rape. you like it, i know you do. your pussy’s so tight, so fucking wet, all for me.”

your face crumples at his words; there really is no getting through to him.

jake continues to abuse your poor, sensitive cunt. it’s sickening how every brutal thrust allows for his cock to kiss the opening of your uterus, his balls slapping your ass creating an audible plap, plap, plap that makes you cringe and your hole gushes, drenching the sheets with your combined juices; the realization that you’re wet makes you wonder… was jake right? do you like this? it’s too much for you to process, body beginning to go limp beneath him.

“stay with me,” barks jake, clapping his palm against your cheek, “‘m not — fuck! — done, haven’t even cum yet. can’t pass out on me, i won’t let you.”

as if to prove his point, jake speeds up the pace, driving his length so deep it’s agonizing. “pretty pussy gripped me even tighter when i did this,” he backhands you this time and again, your walls contract, squeezing him so tight it makes him think you don’t wanna let go.

“are you a..” he starts, wracking his brain for the word used in a particularly violent porn clip he saw, split lip reopening when he smiles, “are you a painslut? like bein’ fucked open and slapped around, hm?”

you shake your head in denial, but jake’s having none of it. “yeah you fucking do, slut. say it. tell me you like this or i’ll do so much worse.”

“y-yes!” you all but scream, “yes i like it, jakey. i like it, i do, i do, i do! j-jus’ cum, ‘kay? fill me up, do it!”

god, jake really is stupid. you’re only agreeing and urging him to cum to get this over with but he seems to think you actually want him to cream your insides.

maybe you really do; if the way you wrap your legs around him are any indication.

his orgasm’s building with every drag of his impossibly thick cock, your body surrendering to him, forcibly used for his own pleasure and he presses his mouth to yours, his eyes shutting as your lips meet, your own wide open due to the taste of iron flooding your senses, a mess of spit and jake’s blood smearing onto your skin

he humps at you like a dog; desperate, sloppy, uncoordinated.

and although you hate to admit it, you can feel your own impending climax, not quite there but close. you need more; you need — oh fuck.

jake stills once he’s fucked into your womb, ropes of his thick, sticky cum painting you white and there’s so much, it feels neverending; despite the pain, despite the rough treatment you received and despite the fact that he did all of this without your consent; you cum.

you clamp around him tighter, if that were even possible, and pleasure makes your mind go blank. you try to block him out, unable to believe he did this and the fact that you came, but he makes it impossible.

how are you supposed to ignore jaeyun when two of his thick fingers join his cock inside of you after catching the globs of sperm that have dribbled out of you.

“said i’d fill you up,” he reminds you. “now i gotta make sure it sticks.”

[mwphisto]

Zayne: Misbehaved

~For @cayla21 who sent me the request! I hope you like it!

~ Bratty reader x Brat Tamer Zayne / not beta read, ignore small errors I'm dyslexic

Warning, this post contains: Smut, female masturbation, bratty behavior, Zayne is on a zoom call so like... spanking, no foreplay since MC took care of that herself lmfao, dirty talk, no degrading but he does scold her. WC: 2.8k

You had been feeling a tad bit neglected by your boyfriend recently.

You couldn't blame him for being busy, his job was demanding and strenuous so of course it took a lot of his time. You did your best most days to not complain, not wanting to add to his growing stress by whining about how much you miss him.

Being a brat was one thing, being a bother was another. And you'd much prefer staying far away from the bother side of things if you could help it. Zayne didn't deserve that after all.

Today was supposed to be your day, a rare day off with all of the recent wanderer attacks. Zayne happened to have the day to himself as well, naturally you planned on spending it together...

Until an urgent work call came in and now Zayne had been in your shared bedroom glued to his laptop for forty five minutes and counting. Bother him? No, of course not. You wouldn't dare distract him from the meeting at hand... right?

Wrong. You were annoyed beyond belief that the hospital couldn't give him a damn break even on his day off. While you may not have the right to go to the board and bitch on your boyfriend's behalf. You could certainly make use of your lost time.

You were quiet as you peeked into the bedroom, Zayne's desk was facing the door, the wall next to the closet as his background. You two had decided that was likely best since it looked put together, definitely not like a well loved bedroom.

He was talking, glasses hanging a little lower on his nose as hazel eyes scanned over papers in his hands. "The patient's treatment plan states..." blah blah blah, you tuned it out immediately. It wasn't like you'd understand what he was talking about if you listened.

Shouldering your way in, Zayne's eyes only flickered up for a second to acknowledge you before returning to his papers. Perfect.

"I understand, Dr. Alastor. But I wrote this treatment plan as such because..." there was a slight edge to Zayne's tone, one that sent a shrill of excitement down your spine as you padded over to his side of the bed. The voice filling his computer speakers seemed equally as tense, they clearly weren't seeing eye to eye.

With your back to Zayne, you reached for the hem of the shirt you had on. Yanking the material up and over your head in one go, the cool air of the room making your nipples harden almost immediately. His evol must be going a little haywire due to his frustrations.

You ached to glance over your shoulder, curious to know if your movements had caught his attention or if he was so focused on getting his way that he had tunnel vision. You held strong, reaching down to pull the waistband of your underwear from your hips. The garment sliding down your legs and falling to the floor.

You were completely bare, only daring to look at Zayne so you could crawl onto the bed and get yourself settled. When you did look, you jumped slightly when you realized his eyes were focused on you.

There was a warning look in his eyes, one that screamed don't you dare. But you were still peeved, you were going to do what you wanted while his ass was glued to that seat and that call. You only smiled at him, something soft and innocent as you crawled onto the bed and plopped yourself among the sheets and pillows.

Everything contradicted what you were doing, skin bare and taunting him as you let your thighs fall open in a butterfly position. You were already visibly wet, how long had you been planning this?

"Dr. Zayne? Your camera froze." heat flared in your lover's ears, head turning back to the camera so fast you couldn't stifle the small giggle that escaped your lips. He was going to eat you alive for this, punish you so severely you'd struggle to walk for a few days. You could feel it in your bones, Zayne wasn't going to show any mercy.

"My apologies, the connection was a bit spotty for a moment..." Still, he snuck a glance as your fingers began to massage your breasts. You had to be mindful of the fact that he was not only on camera but his microphone was on. If you made too much noise, they'd hear. As bratty as you could be, you knew not to cross that line.

The voice - a different male doctor - began ranting. From what you could gather, he was siding with Zayne. Didn't matter much to you as your fingers twisted and pinched at your perked nipple, lips parting as a slight gasp slipped out. In an instant, you heard Zayne's fingers click something on his keyboard.

"You've got two choices." Your hands stop, eyes locking with his. His hands are folded, effectively hiding his mouth from the webcam's view. "Either you stop what you're doing and wait for me to be done with this nonsense." Hazel eyes narrow at the computer screen briefly before returning to you. "Or you get dressed and we start this day over." You felt a giggle rising in your chest.

"Yeah, no. Don't wanna do either." Your hand snaked down the front of your body, gliding over your stomach before stopping just above your glistening cunt. "I'm having some me time while you work. Just pretend I'm not even here, if that helps you focus better."

You shoot him a wink, watching his jaw clench and eyes flare in disbelief as two fingers slip between your puffy lips. There's a twitch in your expression as your fingers graze your clit, slowly rubbing in a clockwise motion as your walls flutter from the sensation. "Dr. Zayne, what are your thoughts?" You don't falter in your movements as Zayne visible stiffens, a flare of annoyance in his eyes as he returns.

"You know my stance on the matter, I'm not budging."

The bickering begins again, but all you can do is move your fingers faster. You've effectively worked your lover up, the evidence straining against his sleep pants as your fingers work your clit.

Your other hand continued to tweak and toy with your nipple, toes curling as you clenched around nothing. The pleasure coursing through your pussy was enough to have small, barely audible whimpers leave your mouth. Completely incontrollable, coming out with each breath as slick covered your fingers.

You dared to sink them lower, leaving your clit alone as you pushed two slick fingers past your fluttering entrance. The whine was louder, Zayne's eyes sliding over to catch a glimpse of the sinful display.

"Fuck, Zayne. Need you so bad... hurry up!" You're grinning as you whisper, back arching off the mattress as you curl your fingers up and into that sweet spot. You grab your breast for support, squeezing the pliant flesh between your fingers and swallow a moan.

Zayne can't think straight, not when you're so boldly going against his wishes and pleasuring yourself feet away from him. He can't move, can't offer anything more to the heated debate unfolding on his screen. All he can think about is the sinful squelching of your fingers as you pump them in and out of your cunt.

He's going to ruin you, completely and utterly ruin you the second can end this call. A quick click of his keyboard, double checking he was muted, and then he spoke. "If you cum-"

"Course m'gonna cum, you can't stop m-me!" close, you were so close. The thrill of disobedience fueling your pleasure.

Zayne knew he had no control over the situation, his frustration bubbling to the surface as he clicked his microphone back on. "With all due respect, this is my day off. If you are going to butt heads for hours on end, save it for when I am back in work tomorrow morning."

You assumed the conference call was stunned, that sort of tone was one Zayne rarely let leave the house... technically he still kept it on a short leash considering you were still in the house. You weren't sure of what their responses were, your orgasm crashing into you and causing your fingers to stutter in their repetitive movements.

Your chest heaved from the release, eyes blinking open in time to see Zayne slamming his laptop shut. "You." A single word, that's all it took. A chill ran down your spine, legs snapping shut as you curled in on yourself. There was nowhere to run, your heart never calming down post-release because of the anticipation.

"You are such a defiant brat." Zayne's face was the picture of calm, collected, but there was that edge again, one that told you that he was on the verge of losing his mind. "I-I don't..." but you were fixed in place with a stare. There was no room to push the limits now.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" You had half the mind left to be defiant, yet your body was moving on autopilot. Your lips stayed shut as you shook your head, eyes going glossy as you stared up at your lover. "If I recall, I told you that you had two options and you did neither." His fingers were pulling at the hem of his shirt.

Inch by inch, toned skin was revealed to your hungry gaze. You'd never get tired of seeing Zayne shed his layers. "Then you further disobeyed me by coming on your fingers." the shirt fell with a thump, landing somewhere on the floor with your discarded clothing.

One knee went up on the mattress, urging you to slink back and away. Part of you wondered how stupid it would be to try and run, with the little dignity you had left you weren't sure making a run for it while bare naked was the smartest move. Even if you wanted to, your legs weren't quite working fully. Hadn't this been your goal?

"All while I was on a call. It's shameful, did you want my colleagues to hear you playing with your pussy like the brat you are? Did it turn you on to know that they're unaware of you masturbating on my bed? That I couldn't get up from the camera to put you in your place?" A hand wraps around your ankle and tugs you towards him.

"Answer me, you can speak."

"N-no it didn't, what turned me on was that you couldn't get up to fuck me stupid even if you wanted to-hey!" You were being flipped over, face connecting with the pillows as Zayne crawled onto the bed completely. "Don't you dare go running your mouth again." A hard slap echoed off your ass cheek, your lips sealing shut before any smart remarks could slip out against your will... habit maybe.

"Disobeying me." Another slap. "Touching yourself." Another slap. "Mouthing off to me." A fourth slap. Your ass cheek stung, heat radiating where Zayne had spanked you. "And this is for enjoying it." You squealed as he landed a slap on your sopping cunt, stinging pleasure zipping up your spine. "Naughty girl."

You couldn't think straight, air freezing in your lungs as you felt him nudging against your entrance. You craned your head back, fingers tightening in the sheets as your breasts pressed into the blankets. Zayne's sleep pants were around his thighs, just low enough to let his cock free. "Don't look." Another smack to your sore ass.

Your head returned to the pillow, not daring to mumble an apology. "Good girls get to watch, and you most certainly have not been good." Your throat tightened as he pressed, the pressure against your dripping hole enough to make your body tense. No foreplay, no preparation, you were wet enough as it is. Taking him without anything else was part of the punishment.

"You played with yourself more than enough, look at how messy this pretty pussy is." Zayne swallowed a groan as he stopped teasing your entrance, running the dull head of his cock between your warm, slick folds. "You've had me more than enough times, you'll live."

He was back at your entrance before you could even whine, pushing past the tight ring and sighing as you immediately suctioned around him. Arguably, the worst was done, the stretch brief before your body accommodated to being filled. Except, Zayne didn't push himself in further. Rather, he withdrew entirely.

"Z-zayne!" You squealed as he repeated the motion, pushing just the head in before pulling back out. Not stopping until he felt zero resistance. "You can handle it, you've done it before." His hands were gripping your waist with bruising force, sliding inch after inch until his hips were flush with your bruised ass.

"You're finally being good, if you behave maybe I'll give you a reward."

You couldn't breathe, stuffed so full you could only let your mouth hang open as you braced yourself for him to start moving. Zayne started moving, pulling back half way to roll his hips forward in slow deep motions. You could feel every inch, every vein, the curve of his head, each movement hitting that sweet spot.

It didn't take long for his pace to pick up, wet squelches filling the room as skin met skin with each thrust. "So defiant, what am I going to do with you." Zayne's voice was strained, hands sliding from your hips up to your breasts. He cupped them, bending over you to press his bare chest to your back. "You never learn."

A whisper against your ear, just as he rolled your perked nipple between his fingers. "M-maybe I just like disobeying." You couldn't help it, and it seemed Zayne was going to let it slide for once.

"A glutton for punishment, not shocking." You could only mewl, completely engulfed by Zayne's warmth and weight. One hand left your breasts, sliding down your stomach to slip between your soaked folds. "Wouldn't have it any other way." He pinched, earning a squeal before he began rubbing your overly sensitive clit.

Your second orgasm was building quick. With his hips pounding into you and his fingers toying with your cunt, you couldn't stop the string of curses that fled your lips. "Z-zayne 'm gonna cum..."

"Then cum, you have my permission." Your entire body trembled, if he wasn't going to edge you it could only mean... "fuck!"

Your walls spasmed around his length, forcing his hips to stutter in their movements as your cum dripped down your thighs "Someone is definitely listening now." You could only cling to the sheets, panting as Zayne's fingers and hips began their brutal pace once more.

"We're not stopping until I'm satisfied."

"S'too sensitive! Z-zayne!" But he didn't stop, didn't even hesitate. The wet sounds only amplified as he pounded you deeper into the mattress. "Y-you can take it, you've done it before and you'll do it now." Tears blur your vision, eyes screwing shut as painful overstimulation turns into blinding pleasure.

He was twitching, already close to coming. "Should I cum in this pretty pussy? Fill her up nice and full?" You babbled out some sort of yes, tears wetting the pillow below you as you cried out his name. "I'll fill you up so good you'll be dripping me for days." The kind of language Zayne reserved for you and you alone. What an honor.

"Please, Z-zayne! N-need it so b-ad." You were coming again, a high pitched squeal leaving you as you thrashed against the sheets. The warm gush of your release covering his thighs and the sheets below. "So filthy, making a mess of me and our bed." he was twitching, face flushed, his orgasm was right in his grasp.

A hard smack landed on your other ass cheek, a loud sob wracking your frame as Zayne ground his hips into you. "How badly do you want my cum? Do you think you deserve it?" God you couldn't even see straight, how did he expect you to answer him? You mumbled something, a slur of speech accompanied by the clenching of your walls. It was the best you could do, but Zayne understood.

"Could never deny you, even though you can be a royal brat."

Zayne's hand on your breast and grip around your waist was the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded. His rhythm turned sloppy, finally coming as he ground his hips flush against you. The warmth was all consuming, spreading through your body until you could barely keep your eyes open. "l-love you."

"I love you too, but I hope you know I'm not done with you yet." Zayne's tone was smug, cock still hard and twitching in your cunt. "I've got all day and night to make you see the error of your ways." You were positive he'd never get the message across. If it meant getting fucked like this? You'd defy him again and again.

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #45

Mine, Mine, MINE!

Imagine this….

I know Damian is raised in an environment where he is treated as a prince, the only grandson, the heir. Sure those privileges may come in the price of ripping his innocence and childhood away from a very young age. In the end he got everything he  ever wanted nor needed. A single word from him and all gather around to get what he needed.

But there will be a day where there is something you cannot get no matter your demands or commands.

….

By the time Damian could form full sentences, he had learned the art of taking. To demand was his birthright; to receive was merely the universe setting itself right. If another child had a toy, Damian wanted it. If a servant carried a blade of exceptional craftsmanship, it belonged in his collection. Even as a young boy, his chambers were overflowing with silken robes, masterfully forged weapons, and rare treasures pilfered from across the world.

His first words had been "Mine." He was greedy from the cradle, claiming everything within reach with an iron will and a clenched fist. As an infant, a single furrow of his brow or a half-formed cry summoned an entire team of wet nurses, attendants, and servants who scrambled to appease him, terrified of drawing the ire of the Demon’s heir. His crib was adorned with silk imported from lands that no longer existed, and gold-threaded blankets were replaced the moment they became even slightly soiled.

When he took his first steps, the world shifted to accommodate him. Marble floors were polished before his feet touched them, and his path was lined with offerings—daggers forged by masters, scrolls of ancient knowledge, carved figurines from forgotten civilizations. Every item he glanced at was quietly removed from its place and added to his collection, regardless of its original owner. He collected without remorse, hoarded without gratitude. His chambers grew into miniature treasure vaults, filled with relics and riches that served no purpose beyond feeding his insatiable desire to own.

Neither Talia nor Ra’s al Ghul discouraged his possessiveness. To them, it was simply a symptom of his lineage. The blood of conquerors and kings ran in his veins, and if he took, it was only because he was destined to. The League of Assassins reinforced this belief with every passing day. He was not taught humility or restraint—only power, precision, and domination. He was forged to rule, molded to believe that the world was his birthright.

But then there was Danyal.

His twin, born under the same stars, shaped from the same blood, yet utterly alien in his quiet nature. Danyal never demanded, never claimed, never expected. While Damian amassed trinkets and trophies with the entitlement of a young emperor, Danyal existed in the spaces left behind—content with simplicity, with little, with the unremarkable. When Damian snatched one of his brother’s few meager toys and added it to his already overflowing pile, Danyal gave no protest. He simply let it go, his eyes soft, his hands uncurled, his expression free of malice or resentment.

To Damian, this was a maddening contradiction. They were both of noble blood. They were descendants of kings, warriors, legends. Danyal should have yearned for greatness, fought for it. But instead, he bowed his head, stepped aside, and surrendered without a sound. Damian saw weakness. He saw foolishness.

When Danyal died on a mission gone wrong, Damian did not weep. His hands did not tremble, his eyes did not stray from the trail of blood that marked the last place his twin had stood. The League moved on without pause, the death barely a footnote in their endless ledger of sacrifice. There was no funeral pyre, no rites or remembrance. The corpse was retrieved, cataloged, and discarded like a failed weapon. Damian told himself it was fate, a destiny trimming the weak from their bloodline.

Danyal had never fought for more. He had never claimed what was owed to him. In Damian’s mind, that made him unworthy. A noble soul without the teeth to defend its title. A flickering candle smothered by the wind. And so Damian forced himself to move on. He trained harder, sharper, faster. He swallowed whatever little grief he has and reforged it into ambition.

At ten years old, when he was finally sent to Gotham, he carried himself like a young prince returning to his rightful throne. He arrived at his father’s doorstep cloaked in expectation, armored in superiority. His every step was deliberate, as if the very ground of Wayne Manor should bend to his will. He was the blood heir, the legacy reborn. Everything in the manor should have been his.

But instead of reverence, he was met with resistance.

When he challenged Drake—Timothy Drake, the imposter who had dared to stand at his father’s side—Damian expected combat, a duel to settle succession. He anticipated a fight that would end with his place solidified and his father's acknowledgment finally secured. But Drake refused. He did not raise a hand. He yielded with words instead of steel, and Damian, raised in a world where weakness was unforgivable, saw it as cowardice.

Worse still, Bruce his father had intervened. Not as a warrior stepping into the arena, but as a father—shielding the usurper. Protecting someone who had no claim, no birthright, no Ra’s al Ghul in his lineage, no biological connection that is burning in his veins. Damian had lashed out. Fury surged through him like fire through dry kindling. How could his father not see it? He was the true son. The legacy of both Bat and Demon ran through his blood.

But here, in this foreign house built on sentiment and ideals, that blood meant nothing.

His hours of grueling training, his flawless blade work, his mastery of languages, poisons, shadows, everything none of it mattered. In the League, every achievement was tallied like gold, every drop of noble blood a weapon to be honored and sharpened. In Gotham, he was just a child with a name. No better than the orphans his father had chosen. He was expected to earn his place not through heritage, but through heart.

And that was a battlefield Damian had never been taught to fight on.

…..

By fourteen, Damian had changed. The transformation had not come swiftly, nor easily. It had been carved into him over years of clashing ideologies, quiet lessons, and countless moments of silent observation. The boy who once barked orders, who demanded the world bend to his will, had been slowly, methodically unraveled.

Gone was the child who screamed, "Mine!" at every turn. In his place stood a young warrior with weary eyes and calloused hands, one who had tasted loss, rejection, and the sting of unearned entitlement.

He had learned, through long nights spent watching others from the shadows of Wayne Manor’s hallways, that love was not given by birthright but earned through sacrifice. He had watched Dick steady the weight of leadership with a smile, watched Tim endure with patience and quiet brilliance, watched Jason bleed and rage and come back again and again for the family that had once failed him. And he had watched Bruce—not the detective that his grandfather would say nor the beloved that his mother would whisper of bedtime legends, but a flawed, weary man who carried his family not with a sword but with open hands.

The League had taught him to take. His siblings had taught him to stay.

“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” He had not heard the phrase spoken aloud, but he lived it in the moments that unfolded around him. He saw it in the way Alfred laid out tea for children who weren’t his. In the way Cass would wordlessly spar with him until exhaustion broke his fury. In the way Stephanie left notes on the fridge with dumb jokes just to make them laugh. These people—none of whom shared his blood—had chosen each other again and again.

And yet… in the quiet corners of his mind, sometimes, he still wished Danyal were here.

Danyal, who would have thrived in this strange and stubborn family. Danyal, whose softness would have been a strength here, not a flaw. Danyal, who had always looked at Damian not with envy or resentment, but with quiet love.

Damian had spent so long dismissing that gentleness as weakness, never realizing it had been a gift. Looking back now, he could see the missed moments—the times he could have shared instead of stolen, the times he could have listened instead of taken. His brother had not been lesser. He had simply been different. And Damian, in his arrogance, had mistaken compassion for cowardice.

Now, with Danyal long buried and the world colder for it, Damian carried the weight of that realization like a blade across the ribs—never fatal, but never forgotten.

…...

Then came the mission with the Flash. A time anomaly had rippled through the fabric of reality. Barry had worked tirelessly to fix the damage, racing through different timelines  until order was restored. But this time, though fixed, have a new aftermath. A vision stitched together from remnants of a path not taken.

The Justice League, ever analytical, treated it like a curious glitch in the multiversal code—a harmless projection of a possibility that never came to pass. They gathered to observe it as they would a peculiar ripple in a still pond, detached but intrigued. Damian had been pulled along by Jon, who bounced with his usual boundless energy, unaware of what the vision would show. Damian followed, armored in detachment, a practiced indifference in place.

But then he saw it.

The flickering image glowed before him like a memory he had never lived. There, seated around the long dining table in Wayne Manor, was a scene so mundane, so heartbreakingly normal, it rooted him in place. His father sat at the head of the table, a rare softness in his posture as he poured tea. Nightwing laughed mid-conversation, shoulders relaxed, while Tim rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. Jason leaned back with his feet on the table, earning a nudge from Cassandra. And at the center of it all, smiling as if he'd always belonged—was Danyal.

His twin. Whole. Alive.

Danyal passed the bread basket to Tim with a crooked grin, said something that made Alfred chuckle. He nudged Damian's double with his elbow, teasing him, effortlessly folded into the rhythm of a family Damian had once believed unreachable. It was a life that had never happened, a universe where Danyal had lived—not just lived, but thrived.

Damian’s breath caught in his throat. His chest rose and fell once, twice, the motion sharp and sudden. His fingers, usually so still, twitched at his sides, as if the rest of him hadn’t caught up with the emotion rising within. Before he could wrest control back from his heart, his hand extended—reaching, aching, needing.

And the word tore from him before thought could stop it.

"Mine."

It escaped in a whisper but echoed like a roar in his ears. Not the scream of a spoiled prince demanding treasure, but the broken, silent cry of a boy mourning what he had never known he needed. It was not greed that moved him, not anymore. It was grief. Regret. A raw, unfiltered longing for the life that had slipped through his fingers before he had ever realized he wanted it.

Around him, the room shifted. Justice League members who moments ago stood in detached curiosity now exchanged curious glances, as they saw the projection and Robin’s reaction to a projection that is just showing a what-if scenario.

The projection flickered. Danyal’s laughter shimmered and dissolved into static. The dining table faded. The light dimmed.

And Damian remained frozen, hand still half-raised, reaching for a future that was never his to claim.

…..

In the heart of the Infinite Realms, where time unraveled and rewound in endless loops and rivers of light, a lone figure hovered silently above the drifting threads of fate. Clockwork, the Master of Time, ancient and eternal, gazed down upon the scene unfolding within the mortal world. His staff gleamed as it gears ever turning, ticking in rhythm with realities both seen and unseen.

His eyes that is both ageless and all-knowing, rested on the image of a boy no longer a child. Damian Al Ghul Wayne stood still before the dying glow of a vanished vision, his heart laid bare. Once a prince of shadows, molded by assassins and pride, Damian now stood not as a conqueror, but as a brothe still grieving. He no longer sought to possess or dominate, but to reclaim something that had always been just out of reach: family.

The Observers had spoken long ago, their verdicts cold and absolute. Danyal’s future, they had said, was a path carved in steel and soaked in blood. The catalyst of the Infinite Realms, the one who will bring the end. But Clockwork had always known better. Time, after all, was not a straight line, it branched, curved, rebelled. And in one of those near-forgotten offshoots, he had seen a flicker. A possibility so faint it could have been dismissed as error. But Clockwork did not dismiss.

He had seen a future in which the Infinite Realms chaotic would finally know peace. He had seen a king . And that king—against all odds—had come in the form of Danyal Al Ghul Wayne.

A soft, amused breath escaped the Master of Time as his gaze shifted across the layers of existence to a shadow nestled within the Realms themselves. There, hidden among the currents of ectoplasm and fractured echoes of forgotten souls, stood a young ghost. His white hair drifted like mist in the realm’s gentle current, his glowing green eyes solemn yet radiant. Gone were the dark locks, icey blue eyes and quiet smiles of Danyal Al Ghul. In his place stood Daniel Fenton—Danny Phantom—the Halfa. Half-human, half-ghost. A being unlike any other. A bridge between life and death.

Clockwork observed him with fondness, a rare warmth in his otherwise distant demeanor. He remembered the moment clearly, the crack between timelines where fate had faltered just long enough for intervention. The Observers had turned away, believing that Clockwork will carry out their verdict to execute the young boy, but Clockwork had seen the glimmer of what could be. He had rescued the boy from his grave and scattered his memories.

He had delivered the amnesiac child to a quiet home in Amity Park, into the waiting arms of the unsuspecting Fenton couple—eccentric, brilliant, and just compassionate enough to raise him without ever questioning the mystery of his arrival. The boy was given a name, a room, a place to grow. And on that fateful day, when Danny stepped into the portal and his molecules split between two worlds, Clockwork had watched it happen with a quiet, satisfied nod. That had been the moment. The transformation. The birth of a future king.

The Infinite Realms would have their High King.

And now, as the Realms shimmered in resonance with Damian’s grief, and Danny’s own presence and ignorance hummed at the edge of understanding, Clockwork let the corners of his lips curl just slightly.

He had never told the Observers about this faint possible of a timeline. The one he saw only once, a future so far removed it flickered like starlight on the edge of perception. This timeline where, both the Realms have their king but he will have a granchild.

Clockwork kept that knowledge close. Even for a being beyond time, some secrets were too precious to share.

As he look at the grieving Damian telling his family a future could have been and Danny enjoying his somewhat normal routine for a young Halfa like him not knowing the immediate danger that is quickly closing in on him.

Clockwork smiled, All in due time.

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 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: Again it got too long for my liking....

PPS: I got a bit carried away, hehehehehe.....