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LGBT (Leona's Got Big Tits)

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Male reader, Yuu!reader

CW: Smut, blowjobs, boobjobs, Leona bottoms, Reader tops

Word Count: 1K

Notes: Happy Pride Month, y'all! We're starting the month off strong with something short inspired by a certain animation I saw on Twitter. Enjoy!

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When the day came that you and Leona announced your status as boyfriends to his dorm, it was met with a slightly mixed set of reactions.

Now make no mistake, the amount of respect the lion commands over his underclassmen and the respect you've garnered after all the trials this school has put you through meant that they were very supportive. However, there was a certain look that many of them gave you which all seemed to convey the same sentiment of ‘Oh, you poor soul.’

You were rather confused about this at first until you happened to overhear some of them talking about it afterwards.

“Guess we should pray for the Prefect’s asshole, huh?”

“Y'know, I gotta say that I respect the confidence.”

“Just remember, guys: Mum's the word if he has trouble walking in the morning.”

Heh, they'd be singing a different tune if they saw Leona the way you're seeing him right now: The strong, confident, dominant housewarden of Savannaclaw on his knees, both party’s clothes strewn about the floor, and bobbing his head up and down the full length of your cock like it's the only thing he's ever wanted.

“Y'know, I-*huff* I heard some of the others talking about how they're praying for MY asshole…*huff*...I wonder what they would say if they knew just how much you love having my cock in you…” You think out loud teasingly, causing the lion's tail to flick slightly in annoyance as he releases your cock from his mouth with a light *pop* sound.

“Don't see how that's any ‘a their business.” He drawls while lazily raising himself high enough to bring his face right up against yours, “And you should only be thinkin’ about me right now. I know that you're all I think about.”

You feel your face heat up from your boyfriend's sincerity as he brings your lips together, initiating a passionate makeout session while also frotting his hard dick against yours.

Several minutes of making out, frotting and eventually you groping Leona’s ass go by until you can’t take it anymore and push him so that he’s face-up on the bed, “God…seeing you like this…the things I’d do to you, Leona…” You say through heavy lust-filled breaths.

“Y…yeah, Y/n? Ya know I’d try anything once for you, so go ahead and tell me exactly what you’d do to me.” The lion responds provocatively, his voice dripping with equal amounts of lust as yours.

Moving to straddle his abdomen, you deftly trail your hands up his abs until you reach his huge pecs, groping and massaging them as you run your thumbs over his nipples, eliciting numerous delectable grunts of pleasure from him as you open your mouth to speak.

“Ever since I first saw these massive tits of yours, I’ve wanted nothing more than to slide my cock in-between and fuck them raw.” You confess, the vulgarity of your words only adding to the heat and tension in the air.

Leona blinks slowly for a moment and bites his lip at the thought before responding, “You’re really fuckin’ hot, ya know that?” He murmurs, just barely audible enough for you to hear.

Gaining confidence from his arousal, you tilt your head in faux innocence, “So is that a ‘yes’, my love?” You ask cloyingly.

“It’s an ‘I’m kickin’ ya out if ya don’t fuck my tits right goddamn now’, my love.” He orders, his stern tone hiding palpable desperation just below the surface.

With this response egging you on further, you lean down and kiss your boyfriend again, shoving your tongue into his mouth as he kisses back before you pull away seconds later and slather the extra saliva on your tongue all along his cleavage before positioning your cock right between it.

Finally, you let out one big drop of saliva along your shaft and squeeze the soft flesh of Leona’s pecs around it before beginning to slowly thrust your cock, ensuring that the saliva coats it on all sides, the sensation already filling it with intense pleasure.

“*huff* You’re really into this, huh? You’re already leaking down there…” Leona teases as you feel him reach his hands around towards something behind your backside.

“Mm…s-says the guy who’s jerking off as I’m…*huff* doing it…” You point out between moans as your cock continues leaking precum.

“‘m not judgin’, just wonderin’ what it tastes like.” He responds before leaning his head forward to lick the head of your cock whenever you thrust towards him, causing you to let out even louder moans as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

The minutes go by as your pace quickens and the rhythm of your thrusts grows more irregular, with every lick from Leona pushing you closer to your climax.

“Leona, I-I’m…getting c-close…!” You stammer out as the pleasure in your cock reaches its boiling point.

“Do it, Y/n. I want you to cum all over my face.” The lion insists, his voice a low growl that sends one last shock of pleasure through your body and causes you to let loose a loud moan as you shoot a massive load that reaches from his neck all the way to his forehead. As this happens, Leona makes a noise that sounds like a mixture of a roar and a moan as he reaches his climax as well and you feel some of his cum land on your back.

Releasing your boyfriend’s pecs, you scoot back to his abdomen, uncaring towards his cum that gets smeared under your thighs, so you can lean down and get a better look at your handiwork as you catch your breath.

In this moment, Leona makes eye-contact with you and runs his tongue around his mouth, licking up and swallowing the cum that had landed there, “You taste pretty good, Y/n.” He says with a sultry smirk that leaves you with no other choice but to makeout with him again.

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The next day is spent receiving some bewildered looks from the other Savannaclaw members, likely wondering how you’re still able to walk straight, but, again, they don’t know Leona like you do.

After all, you’re the only one who sees him pulling his dorm uniform shirt open to expose one of his pecs with one hand and making a jerking-off motion in front of his mouth with the other from the other end of the room.

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ok so. hai. one of ur fuckass moots here whos too socially anxious to put myself on blast. um. reader topping leona ok thank you goodbye (preferably male reader but gn works too ok i go throw myself from a window in embarrassment now 🙏)

there's something divine about the way leona whines underneath you, lithe back arching as he cums. you'd told him to be quiet, unless he wanted his entire dorm to hear him sound like he was filming a porno, but hey, if he wanted to be loud... you were okay with that. "mm.. more." he mumbles underneath you as you chuckle, bending to kiss the moles on his lower back. you slide out of him slowly, licking your lips with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, and leona's tail twirls sultrily in the air as cum drips out of his hole. "good boy." you mumble back to him, angling yourself in your favourite place for the night

i hc he has moles, and moles on his thin-ass whore waist are smth sexy in my 1am mind leave me alone i have more ideas but then again. my back hurts and its 1am i shall do smth later thank

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yeah!! was wondering if i could request cockdrunk bakugo giving head to male reader in his car, with overstimmed reader if you can please! thanks!!

┊ ⊹✎ bakugo x you // date nights & blow jobs

The night had been damn near perfect. Fancy dinner, city lights, the whole romantic deal. You’d both cleaned up well—Bakugo in a crisp black shirt, hair still messily perfect, that necklace around his throat you liked tugging on. His fingers never left yours all evening. Rare for him, but he was soft tonight. Yours tonight.

The first round happened in the bathroom at the restaurant. Quick. Desperate. Hands shoved down slacks. Your mouth on his neck to keep from making noise. His legs trembling from how hard he came.

But now you were driving home. His hand on your thigh, thumb moving in slow, possessive circles. You could feel the shift in the air. His lips were bitten red and pupils blown wide. He kept glancing at you like he was trying not to say something. Trying to hold it.

Then he pulled over without a warning. Just slammed on the brake, yanked the gear into park and turned to you with that wrecked little snarl on his face. “‘Can’t fuckin’ wait anymore. Get your pants off.”

You didn’t even get a word in before he was unbuckling your seatbelt, sliding down between the seats. He started mouthing over the bulge in your pants. He was rough with the zipper, eyes glassy, like he couldn’t believe he was about to taste you again.

“Fuckin’ miss this already,” he muttered, dragging your cock out like he was starved.

The first lick made your thighs twitch. Second round and you were still so sensitive. Still leaking, still aching, still flushed from the earlier high. But Bakugo didn’t care. He loved it like this. Loved your body overstimmed, twitching under his mouth and your hands gripping the edge of the seat. He groaned around your cock like he was the one getting off.

“F-fuck, Kats—‘s too much—”

Your voice cracked. He moaned harder. Bobbed his head deeper. He let his spit drip messily down your shaft, made your whole length shine in the streetlight coming through the windshield. His hand worked the base, his mouth sloppy and desperate, sucking like he was drinking you. You tried to push him off, just a little to breathe, but he growled around you. Growled. And grabbed your thighs to hold you still.

“You think I care if it’s too much? You think I don’t wanna make you fucking cry on our anniversary?”

His voice was hoarse, wet with spit and pupils shaking with how hard he was already getting again just from sucking your dick. Every bob of his head sent shocks up your spine. Every moan he gave made your hips jerk forward. He loved giving you head. More than anything. It wasn’t even about getting off. It was about owning you. Worshipping you. Getting drunk on the way you tasted, the way you fell apart in his mouth.

“Fuck—fuck, Kats, I’m gonna—”

You didn’t even get the warning out. He sucked you deep and stayed there. You came hard, legs trembling, back arching, your hands tangled in his hair like you were holding on for life. And he just moaned through it, throat working greedily, like he was swallowing down everything you gave him like it was his last meal.

When he finally pulled off, panting, lips swollen and chin shiny, he rested his cheek on your thigh and smiled lazily. “Happy fuckin’ anniversary, baby.”

And then he reached down to stroke his own cock through his jeans. “Gimme five minutes. Gonna fuck you next.”

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big bro who's obsessed with his lil bro's tdick. anytime they're even slightly alone, he gets down on his knees and begs lil bro to let him just get a glimpse of his dick, anything.

lil bro who always blushes and nods as he presses his big bro's mouth to his tdick, adoring every second that another "oh my god, you taste so fucking perfect" and "i'm going to play with your dick forever" comes out

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Passing out in your big bros room after staying up way too late watching movies only to wake up to him whispering frantic apologies from behind you as he fucks between your thighs.

It takes you a minute to realize what’s going on but when you do, you take pity on him and clench your thighs a little tighter to really give him something to work with but it certainly makes him realize you’re awake.

He startles and apologizes even more as he tries to scramble away from you. You turn and stop him, grabbing him by the wrist. “Hey dude it’s okay!!” You crawl towards him and climb over to straddle him. You just shush him as he freaks out, unable to decide whether to use his hands to hide his still hard cock or to push you off.

You chose for him and go to stroke him. “Seriously big bro it’s okay! I promise I don’t mind!” He just curses before letting out a pitiful whine as you swipe your thumb over the head of his cock. You just smile sweetly and keep working him as he slowly gives up the fight. “Thaaaat’s it, See? You just needed a little help”.

At this point he’s rocking into your hand, whining and begging. You take your hand away and he lets out the most heartbreaking confused whimper. You quickly shush him again as you pull your boxers off.

“Relax bro, I just thought you might prefer a nice warm hole instead”

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Hnhhhhhhg, big bro who promises to watch over you while you sleep but then protective cuddling turns into soft grinding because your gentle breathing is just too cute. -❤️bro

Yes yes yes love this concept :3

Little bro who’s so trusting, knows his big bro will keep him safe and warm so of course he cuddles right up!!! He’s able to perfectly fit, tucked in with his back right against big bros chest and surrounded in his arms.

Little bro who also happens to make the sweetest noises in his sleep, gentle breaths and soft sighs. His big brother can’t really be blamed for getting hard. He can’t really be blamed for starting to slowly rock his hips against you and ending up grinding himself fully against your ass and burying his face in your neck trying to suppress his own moans.

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Big bro who keeps stealing your clothes and you can't figure out why.

At first it's just a couple t-shirts, not too noticeable at first, you probably just keep leaving them lying around somewhere dumb. But then you notice your underwear are going missing too. It's just too weird, there's no way you're misplacing this many things. It has to be your stupid big bro, there's no other explanation. He's always hanging around trying to bother you, always invading your personal space and teasing you, this is probably just some dumb prank to see how long it takes for you to notice. Pissed off, you storm to your big bro's room and barge in without warning. And oh.

Oh.

Your big bro is sprawled out naked on his bed where he has his face buried in one of your stolen t-shirts, whining, whimpering, and apologizing pitifully into it as he jerks himself off into a pair of your stolen boxers.

It takes him a moment to realize what just happened. When he does, he begins to scramble, he throws the shirt and boxers to the side and tries to cover himself up while stammering panicked excuses.

After recovering from the initial shock of seeing your big brother in such a pathetic state, you start to move. Closing his bedroom door behind you, you step forwards to stand in front of him where he sits in his bed with his blanket now haphazardly covering his lap. You interrupt his frantic rambling with a soft "hey, it's okay bro".

He looks up at you slowly, still looking thoroughly ashamed and terrified of how you'll react. You smile back down at him gently before moving to lower yourself onto his lap, straddling him over the blanket. He immediately starts to panic again, moving to shove you off and letting out confused protests but you wrap your arms around the back of his neck to hold on and shush him until he calms down some.

"Hey it's okay, really" you say when he finally gives up on pushing you off of him. "Next time just ask to use me though, I kinda need my clothes" you tease.

You can feel his already hard cock jump at that underneath you. With a roll of your hips, you grind down against him, successfully drawing another whimper out of your big bro. You grab his hands and move them to your ass in encouragement. You lean forward to whisper in his ear.

"Come on big bro, take what you really need".

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big brother helping his little brother learn guitar by sitting him in his lap and showing him

but little bro can hardly focus with big bro's bulge rubbing against his slit through their clothes <33

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big bro still not over the death of his mom years ago x little bro who barely remembers their mom

big bro coming into little bros room in the middle of the night sniffling because he had another dream about her so he asks little bro if he can share the bed with him and vent his feelings (he's such a big softie) and little bro listens to big bro and comforts him even though he only has a few memories with their mom.

big bros burying his face in little bro's shoulder and sobbing like a baby and at one point while he's crying to little bro a quiet "mommy" slips out and he's like "shit i'm sorry that's weird--that sounded weird" but little bro doesn't wanna get in the way of his (albeit unconventional) mourning process so he just replies with "no, it's okay whatever makes you feel better"

so big bro breaks down and starts just absolutely blubbering and talking to little bro like he's their mom cause holy fuck he looks exactly like her and little bros just laying there and thinking to himself "shit why is this hot"

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emo (cringefail loser nerd) younger brother x emo (popular manwhore) older brother

big bro tries putting him on "real music not that faggot shit you listen to" and little brother yells at him about how mcr isn't "real emo"

little bro's always crying to big bro about how no one ever wants to date or fuck him and all big bro does about it is tell little brother about his past hookups, getting little bro all flustered and maybe a little jealous but totally not cause that's his big brother

big bro putting on eyeliner in his room with little bro and all little bro can focus on is the way his back curves when he's leaning forward to look in the mirror and the way his jeans hug his legs and his belt falls right underneath his hip bones and settles so nicely on the curve of his ass

little bro watching with disdain from the living room as big bro stumbles through the door dragging some random to his bedroom and then putting on his headphones and blasting marietta when he starts hearing them upstairs, trying sooo hard not to listen to them and touch his little cock to the noises his big bro's making

big bro finally caving and pushing little bro down onto his bed, his glasses getting knocked crooked from how rough he's being, telling little bro "i know the way you've been looking at me, you little perv.. you want this so bad don't you?" and before little bro can respond big bro's already pushing down his stupid fucking cargo pants and taking his dick into his mouth and little bro can tell how much experience his big bro has doing this but it doesn't matter cause it's not long before he's cumming in his big bro's mouth, his glasses getting all foggy and face red

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masochistic big bro. big bro who purposefully pisses you off just so you take it out on him. big bro who makes direct eye contact with you while putting out his cigarette on his wrist.

big bro who wrestles with you and tells you to stop taking it easy on him just fucking hit him. stop being a pussy. he's practically begging you. big bro who grows his hair out a bit longer than usual so it's easier for you to yank and tug and pull.

big bro who jerks off while smelling a pair of your boxers (and occasionally pressing on the bruises you gave him during your last fight) and doesn't even consider stopping when you catch him doing it with the door wide open. big bro who just smirks and keeps going while you yell at him and call him a disgusting pervert.

fuck he's so gross..

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Little brother who can’t get enough, ever since he discovered orgasms he’s insatiable. Always on his brothers cock, rocking back and forth and begging for more. Even when his big brother is spent and is pulling him off his cum soaked cock he starts to sob.

“Noooo nonono m’not done! Please please please! One more please?” Practically clinging to him, fat tears rolling down his face while he begs his brother for just one more orgasm. But it’s never just one more.

His brother just throws an arm over is face and groans. He’s sweaty and tired and he’s not even sure his cock can get hard anymore. He’s starting to regret showing him how to cum because he’s created a spoiled little monster.

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Twin older brothers that are so protective of their little baby bro. both are huge, the biggest players on the varsity college team. little bro is there for every game, cheering like their own personal cheerleader. they always spot him in the crowd and give a wink or a flex, knowing how they’re gonna be using him later. they talk about it later in the locker room while they shower off, chuckling sadistically. the rest of the team just figured they were talking about some campus girl, not their way too young little brother.

but again, protective as hell. they might treat him like an object while alone, but if anyone were to touch their baby brother, oh boy, they’re on the warpath. whenever he gets bullied for being faggy and soft spoken, his older brothers always take care of it by beating his bully to a pulp! doesn’t matter if it’s one scrawny asshole against the two brick houses, no one messes with their precious little bro.

before they exact their revenge on his bullies however, the two always make sure their brother is loved and taken care of. reassuring him that he’s not a loser and the prettiest little boy they’ve ever seen. four hands roaming his tiny body, two pairs of lips dragging all over the young boys skin. the boy can only breath and tremble as his two older brothers comfort him till he completely forgets about his bullies.

god forbid someone misgenders their baby brother. the last time someone dared called him out about his transition the guy was found half alive shoved in a shopping cart behind a grocery store. no one spoke of the incident nor who or why it happened, they just knew to leave the kid the fuck alone.

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Being the popular boy in your school, many girls even boys admire you. Impressed by your strength and capability in sports. Nearly everyday, you went to your locker with love cards pilling up. You'd often flex this to your friends.

But it still never impressed the boy from your physics class.

You'd often see him roll his eyes the moment he saw you, your abs? He isn't even looking at them, his eyes were just glued to his book. People in your school often try to pick a fight with him which leads to you beating those kids. You often find yourself gazing at his face, every detail of his expression. Your friends even teased you for liking a nerd like him. But who cared?

Who cares when you're in his house, he was supposed to study you for a pop quiz. But you two ended up on his desk, his hands gripping over his wooden table with books stacking to piles, his tight rim sucking to the tip of your cock while he moaned like a whore, trying to focus.

"Fuck M/N—" He turned his head, his eyes watery from you pounding his rim. "Stay focus—fuck—we have a quiz tomorrow—"

You shut him down with a firm slap on his cheeks, your hand printing over his ass. "We can study later," You said, your hands then clawed over his buttocks before slamming your whole cock to his inner walls hitting his prostate. You looked at his expression—cheeks flushed, eyes watery, and his mouth shaping like an "o".

You wished you could record everything, especially after you told him to get to his knees, his mouth taking your cock, while your cum drip from his asshole. You saw him sucking you with hearted eyes, gagging by your length.

"Good boy..." You muttered while patting his head. After he sucked you dry, you thought you'd continue your study. He turned around, showing his empty ass to you. "Mgh, I can't feel empty..." He whined, making your cock go hard again.

How's the quiz gonna do? Who knows.

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Thank you very much to the Anon who requested this. I hope you and others enjoyed this.

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NSFW 18+

Male Reader x Male Character Insert

Synopsis: A story about pining over your new roommate.

(M/n) = Male characters name (Y/n) = Your name

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Living with a stranger was never ideal.

It was unsettling—feeling like a guest in your own home. Even though you paid rent, the space never truly felt like yours. You had to be mindful of your volume, keep your areas tidy, and tiptoe around the shared spaces when he was home. Most of your time was spent in your room or the kitchen, avoiding unnecessary interaction.

Your roommate wasn’t bad by any means. In fact, he was kind—attractive, even, but there was no spark, no real chemistry. Conversations were brief, limited to mornings, quick exchanges after work, and the occasional weekend interaction. Otherwise, he always seemed preoccupied.

This wasn’t the living situation you would have chosen given better options, but time had forced your hand. Your previous roommate moved away, and with your lease ending, you had to act fast.

Now, nearly a month in—three weeks and two days, to be exact—you realized how little effort you’d made to get to know him. Not that you meant to be distant, but you’d both been busy. Boxes still sat unopened in your bedrooms, remnants of a transition still not yet complete.

Then came one Saturday night.

Both of you were home, and as you sorted through one of your lingering boxes, you found your old gaming console. A thought struck you—maybe this was your chance to break the ice. Without overthinking, you set it up in the living room, laid out some snacks, two glasses, and a bottle of liquor—just in case.

With two controllers in hand, you stood at his door, hesitating before knocking. Your pulse quickened. Why were you nervous? You took a steadying breath and knocked.

A rustling noise came from inside, then the door clicked open.

He stood there in loungewear, hair slightly tousled, looking a little worn down, but still effortlessly handsome. You almost felt bad for disturbing him, but the way his expression softened told you he didn’t mind.

“Sorry if now’s not a good time,” you said, lifting a controller. “I just set up my console in the living room—thought you might want to join me?”

He chuckled, reaching for the controller.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

That night, time slipped away. The game was forgotten as the two of you talked—really talked—for the first time. You learned about his interests, his sense of humor, little details about his past. The conversation flowed so naturally that neither of you noticed when the controllers were set aside.

After that, everything changed.

The tension that once lingered between you disappeared. Moving around each other became effortless. At some point, comfort replaced formality—walking to the kitchen in just boxers, passing each other on the way from the shower in only a towel. It felt like you’d known him for years.

Somewhere along the way, a quiet crush began to form. You felt it in the small moments, the way your stomach flipped when he laughed, or how you started looking forward to seeing him at the end of the day.

But you pushed it down.

Your lease still had a couple months left, and the last thing you wanted was to ruin the good thing you had going on with him.

He made it hard though, he would strut around in the tightest shorts, and bend over provocatively while doing the dishes or while he gathered his laundry. He'd sit so close to you on the couch, wearing nothing but boxers, rubbing his bare thighs against yours tempting you to take just the quickest glimpse down at his bulge. You weren't sure if he was doing it on purpose. Was he subtly flirting with you? Or were you just a pervert. Either way, it was getting to you. Most nights ended with you feeling pent up and jerking off to the thought of him.

Some nights, if you got lucky you could hear him masturbate through the shared wall of your bedrooms. You knew it was wrong, but when it happened you would press your ear against the wall and stroke your cock, touching yourself at the same time as him. You always felt guilty after, but it didn't stop you from doing it again.

Today was a weekday, and you had gotten home particularly late. You softly maneuvered your way through the apartment door, careful not to wake up your roommate or neighbors. You quietly set down your keys, and made your way to your bedroom. As you passed by (M/n)'s room, you heard a low guttural moan. He was much louder than he normally was, he must not have heard you enter.

You stayed still, not wanting to elicit any sounds that would alert him of your presence. It was sick, but you wanted to hear more.

"Y/n"

Your ears perked up like a cat- no fucking way.

"Y/nnn" he said again, even louder this time.

You were confident that you heard him correctly.

You weren’t sure what to do. The tent growing in your pants urged you to turn the doorknob, storm inside, and claim what was yours, but rationally, you knew better. You were afraid to overstep his boundaries.

Instead of taking action, you unzipped your pants and pulled your cock out. You leaned your forehead against his door to get a close listen and started stroking your cock. You circled your thumb around the head, using the precum that had already dribbled out to wet the tip.

(M/n) made the cutest sounds on the other side of the door. You could hear soft panting, followed by whiny moans. And if you listened really closely you could hear a deliciously sweet squelching sound.

"Y/n" He moaned out again, the sound of your name rolling off of his tongue made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Feeling a hint of courage, you let out a loud moan you had been holding back, hoping it might catch his attention.

You immediately heard (M/n)'s movements come to a halt, his moans no longer lingering in the air. You didn't stop though, your hand kept moving. You huffed loudly outside his door, strained moans bubbling up and out of your mouth.

"(M/n)" you moaned out, finally saying his name out loud.

He could definitely hear you.

A terrifying silence filled the air, maybe this wasn't as good of an idea as you thought.

Until a soft squelching sound and a deep sigh rang through the air as he continued his movements.

This gave you just enough confidence to knock on his door—not so much as a request to enter, but more as a warning that you were coming in. You slowly eased the door open, giving him plenty of time to stop you if he wanted to. However, nothing was said. After closing the door behind you, you turned to finally lay eyes on him. His hand was still moving, desperately pumping his cock as you took in the sight of him. He looked absolutely lovely, his hair was slightly sweaty and sticking to his forehead. He still had his shirt on but it was bunched up and being held up by his teeth. He laid on his back, legs spread and completely bare.

He moaned softly like he enjoyed the intensity of being under your gaze.

In his free hand, you noticed he held a pair of your boxers that had gone missing.

"I didn't know you were such a dirty boy," you said with a grin, approaching his bed, and towering over him.

"Would you like for me to help you with your problem sweetheart?"

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A/n: I tried to make the male character as vague as possible so yall can imagine your faves- personally I wrote this with Peter Parker or Mark Grayson in mind.

Anyway, enjoy- all feedback is appreciated xx

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Nsfw 18+

Thinking about how hot it would be to get tied up and muzzled by a dominant bottom.

A pretty boy who would ride your cock until its sore.

Who would edge you over and over again until your whole body is flushed and covered in sweat.

Who would laugh at how much you’re shaking, and smack you across the face for trying to talk back.

Once he satisfies himself, he’ll let you cum deep inside of him, but before releasing you he’ll tease you one last time- using your cum to lube up his fingers so he can plunge them inside his entrance. Fucking himself with your seed while you watch.

Once he removes your muzzle he’ll force his fingers into your mouth and have you suck them clean.

As a reward he’ll untie you gently, tracing his lips across the red imprints left on your skin by the restraints. He’ll whisper sweet praises to you and stroke your hair, telling you about how well you did today.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/n: This is purely just rambling. Bon apple teeth or whatever.

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‎        ★ ❛ HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U ! ! ! ❜

synopsis. getting two sex-addicted hot demon bitches as your roommates wasn't exactly part of the contract, but they might just be the second best part of it. oh. and the best part? they are utterly, uncontrollably obsessed with you. wc. 5.3k

tags. top master! reader, bottom succubi! gojo & geto. reader has a cock. hardcore dom/sub. mean dom! reader, masochistic! gojo. threesome, womb tattoos, breeding kink, creampie(s), rimming, face-sitting, rough anal sex, multiple orgasms, riding, blowjob, male squirting, spanking, dacryphilia, somnophilia (slight dub-con), slut-shaming, degradation, praise kink, voyeurism, jealousy, felching, yandere! gojo undertones, aphrodisiacs, both of them are whiny, needy and hungry for your cock.

a/n. this might just be the filthiest thing i've ever written. do enjoy <3

In hindsight, you really, really should have known that your two roommates were promiscuous, sex-obsessed freaks before moving in with them. No, scratch that. You should have long known that they weren’t even entirely. . . human. 

Not that they were exactly being subtle with it. Once, you had walked in on Satoru naked in the middle of ‘certain peculiar activities’ with his door half-open, wings, tail and dark pink womb tattoo on full display, stretching across the expanse of his lower abdomen in obscene heart-shaped swirls. You were taken aback at first, sure, but you weren’t mean with it, even offering to keep his identity a secret—and he had taken your politeness for something more. 

Now, he didn’t even bother to hide it anymore. In point of fact, he flaunted it. 

Satoru would curl his tail around your thigh playfully whenever he would walk past you in the house, stretching his horned fuchsia wings while shooting you a sultry over-the-shoulder glance whenever you were behind him, even purposefully wearing shirts a size too small around you so that the fabric would ride above his waist whenever he had to ‘stretch’ or reach for something—perfectly showing off his pretty womb tattoo. 

It drove you insane with desire. And if that wasn’t bad enough for you, Satoru’s best friend, who also happened to be a succubus and your other roommate—Suguru, decided that the white-haired succubus accidentally outing himself was his cue to start courting you. 

You didn’t even know that succubi courted. You supposed there was always a first for everything. 

Suguru was far from being openly vulgar like Satoru was, but just as indicative of his wants. And that happened to be you. With long black hair, dark wings and a sharp, swift tail of the same colour, he was eerily gorgeous. He took his sweet time courting you, laying blooming red peonies all over your bed that worked as aphrodisiacs, spending his weekends making you wine-flavoured chocolates in the shape of hearts, hoping to get you drunk and all to himself. You would also constantly find missing pieces of clothing from the underwear section of your wardrobe, the distinctive mouth-watering scent of an aroused succubus left behind in their stead. 

Satoru and Suguru were beautiful in a way that most things were—poisonous and addictive. You had told yourself that you wouldn’t get swayed by their honeyed façade and fall into their trap. You had told yourself, but. . . 

The last thing you expected to wake up to was a wet, searing mouth on your hard cock. 

You groaned, shuddering as mind-numbing pleasure wracked through your body in overwhelming waves, reaching out blindly to hold onto something before it consumed you—fingers digging into the sheets so hard you heard it rip. You couldn’t explain why or how it felt so good, the pleasure almost other-worldly—the sensation of an incredibly soft tongue licking up your length, dragging a trail of heat and drool on sensitive skin. The air smelt sweet, like roses and cherries, the sharp sting of arousal zipping up your spine as you took a deep whiff. 

“D-does it feel good, master?” a voice panted, whined, “am I doing good for you?” 

You looked down to find two teary, dilated blue eyes staring up at you, and two you knew very well. “Satoru,” you managed, fighting down a shiver as his hot breaths smothered your shaft with unbearable warmth. Everything felt fuzzy and smelt too sweet, like someone had sprayed intoxicating perfume in your bedroom a thousand times over. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

He gripped your cock tighter with a pout, like he was worried that you would take away his favourite toy. “I just… I just thought I could make you f-feel better. Some de-stressing after a hard day, y’know?” He sighed, rubbing his cheek against your spit-soaked length, raised tail quivering behind him, shyly curling forward to show off the heart-shaped end of it. 

You couldn’t help but look. Satoru was dressed in a satin white shrug shirt that fully exposed his plump chest while allowing his wings to stretch out prettily, and you followed the tempting curves of his toned torso down to where his womb tattoo was pulsing and glowing red, as though showing off that he was eager to be bred. He was wearing the sluttiest, tiniest pair of lingerie underwear that barely covered his ass, the cute bulge of his cock visible from the front, his weeping cockhead poking out, strapped to his stomach. His outfit gave you the perfect glimpse of his soft milky thighs, before the rest was obscured by cream lace stockings that hugged his legs perfectly, leaving you wanting more. 

Sweet Lord. If this wasn’t heaven, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what heaven would be like. 

The succubus trembled under your scrutinizing, squeezing his thighs together as though he wanted to hide the evidence of his arousal. “A-are you done looking?” he mumbled, glancing at you through his lashes. “Can I continue? Please, I’ve been so good and you know it.” You could’ve sworn you saw his pupils dilate even more when his gaze returned to your erect cock, a line of drool running down his chin as his throat bobbed, as though he were imagining what it would feel like to swallow your cum. 

“Hold on,” you breathed, carding your hand through his soft hair to gently stop him from getting closer to your crotch. “Does Suguru know about this?” 

Satoru’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, his pout fading into something more. . . wary. “No,” he said, quietly. “He doesn’t.” 

“I’d thought so. Suguru wouldn’t—” 

“Stop talking about Suguru,” he whined, like he was actually hurt over this. “Suguru’s not about to suck your cock.” 

You frowned. And what gave him the right to sneak into your room and do blasphemous things to your body while you were sleeping, then? You tightened your grip on his hair, just enough to make him let out a low, pitiful whimper. “And you’re going to be the one to do it, then, Satoru?” 

His eyes widened like a guilty child. 

“I’m impressed,” you scorned, “You actually think you deserve it.” 

Satoru bit his lip, as though he was turned on by your sudden change in behaviour. “I… Master, please. I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been asking for it for ages, I just couldn’t wait anymore—I needed you so bad. Please let me make it up to you. Please, please,” he stammered, hands grasping your knees and thighs in almost desperation while looking up at you with a forlorn expression. 

You looked at him, steering your expression into something like a leer. 

“You want to make it up to me? Is that so?” You pretended to think, scratching your nails lightly against his scalp, and he moaned softly, leaning into your touch. “Fine. Get on the bed.” 

The succubus clambered onto the bed clumsily, settling on all fours as he looked at you over his shoulder with a deep flush, tail quivering with arousal. “L-like this?” 

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” you muttered, hands coming to rest on each of his asscheeks, kneading the flesh softly. Satoru whined, back pressing into an arch as he pushed his rump towards you, eager to please. “So, tell me, Satoru. I’m curious. What makes. . . a good slut?” 

“S-someone who listens to orders,” he replied, obediently. 

“That’s correct.” You whistled, hooking two fingers over the waistband of his underwear, slowly sliding it down to his knees until you completely exposed his leaking cock and hole, the latter clenching and dripping with… slick, like a pussy would. You went back to playing with his ass, ignoring it for the time being. “And does a good slut ever talk back to their master?” 

“No,” he whimpered. 

“What about,” you began, stroking his sensitive inner thighs, “taking what they want without permission?” 

“No,” he repeated, biting back a whine as a slow sense of dread filled him. “That’s what… that’s what n-naughty sluts do.” The words sounded strangely obscene in his mouth, and he flushed, ears turning red. 

“Very good,” you praised. “Last question, Satoru. You’ve answered every question perfectly so far—this one will be easy.” You flashed him a vicious smile, taking great pleasure in his ordeal. “Do you think naughty sluts deserve to be punished?” 

The succubus shivered in both fear and anticipation, swallowing harshly. “Y-yes,” he whispered. “They do.” 

Satoru didn’t even have time to beg for mercy because your hand fell hard on his ass, the force of it sending a loud smack echoing across the room, making him jerk forward with a pleasured cry. 

The pain was electric, and so was the pleasure, a white-hot burn curling in his lower stomach as his cock gave a violent lurch—Satoru doesn’t think he has ever felt pleasure this good before in all his years of being a sex demon. You were a hard hitter too. The skin on his ass stung pleasantly, and he moaned out loud at the thought of you slapping his ass again and again until your handprint was burnt into his flesh, wanting more already. 

“You really are a slut,” you whispered, almost in awe. 

“Please,” he whined. He would take anything you were going to give him—praise or punishment. He was yours. 

You gently massaged the bruised area on his ass, leaning down to give it a tender kiss. “Turn around for me, baby.” You opted for a softer tone, trying to coax him into letting you see his face after the harsh treatment. You couldn’t believe you ever thought that he was the danger here. Things were turning out in the most perfect way, you would believe it was a dream if not for how solid Satoru felt under your touch. 

Satoru parted his lips, as though he wanted to argue—but quickly remembered your words. The pain was good, incredibly good, but it was also fleeting. If this was his first and last chance with you, then he would make the pleasure last. 

He flipped over on his back, removing his underwear and quietly spreading his shaky legs for you. His cock gave a weak twitch as your gaze swept across his body with interest, letting a low whine. 

“Good boy, Satoru,” you muttered, eyes zeroing in on the heart-shaped swirls of his pulsing womb tattoo. Admittedly, you had looked it up on the internet and found out all sorts of things about succubi, terms that ranged from ‘breeding’ and ‘fertility�� to ‘cum-addiction’, and you couldn’t wait to experiment them on him. “Gonna open you up now.” 

You rubbed your fingers against his soft and wet entrance, slathering them in his slick, before starting to push two in, just to be mean. The succubus was already panting, mindlessly arching his back and pushing against your fingers. “Hah… Master… please, more…” 

“More what? Tell me what you want, Satoru.” 

Satoru let out a lewd cry as you rubbed at his sensitive walls, hips jerking. “P-Please!” he squeaked. “Want your cum… inside my womb.” 

You could feel a sadistic smile pulling at your lips. So this was his true objective. To be bred like a cockslut—no, an animal. An animal bound by divine instruction to reproduce again and again and again, brainlessly offering up its holes to be filled with semen until its belly swells with the early stages of pregnancy. Perhaps the rumours about succubi on the internet were true, after all. 

You weren’t going to give him what he wanted so easily, though. You weren’t that nice—he hasn’t earned it yet. 

“Greedy,” you settled for a simple comment, leer morphing into something more innocent. You made sure to crook your fingers at a certain angle while pumping them in and out of his drooling hole, searching for the spot that made his toes curl and back arch, a filthy wail forcing his lips to part. “You sure you can handle that, baby?” 

“Y-yeah,” Satoru moaned, “Breed me… please. Wanna carry master’s children.” 

His womb tattoo glowed brighter, scorching hot underneath your touch. Satoru looked fucked out already and the night was still young, lidded eyes unfocused and glassy while he continued to grind down against your fingers, as though searching for something wider, thicker, deeper. 

“Slut,” you snarled, and the word was barely fitting for how the succubus was acting. You pulled your fingers out, the emptiness making him ache. He gave a loud whine, his hips giving a desperate buck into the empty air, neglected cock red and hard, smearing pre-cum all over his womb tattoo. 

“‘m your good slut,” he babbled, slurred for how drunk and stupid he sounded. You were sure anyone standing outside your bedroom would hear him with how loud he was being. 

His mouth felt empty, you decided. A little too empty. You hooked a thumb into the stretchy side of his mouth before rubbing your fingers on his bottom lip, and he gave a soft keen, parting his lips for you to slide them inside, before lightly sucking on them—tasting his own juices. 

“If you keep this up,” you warned, “Suguru will hear. You don’t want him hearing me making you scream, do you, Satoru? Or are you more of a pervert than I thought?” 

“No,” he said, muffled by your fingers stuffing his mouth full, tears dribbling down his cheeks. 

“Good sluts don’t talk with their mouth full,” you reminded him, gently brushing away his tears. 

He shook his head quickly, whining. Satoru didn’t like to share, and you knew that. You were his bond, his human. You didn’t need another succubus. Right? 

You bit down a smile at his blatant jealousy, pretending not to notice the presence right outside your room, the rustle of fabric unmistakable—barely covered by Satoru’s loud whimpers. It was a little too early to reveal it, with how both of them were enjoying themselves. You would indulge them a little longer. 

You coated your fingers with his spit generously before pulling them out, a string of drool connecting the two, before reaching down and unceremoniously plugging them back into his needy hole. Satoru yelped, trying to snap his thighs shut at the sudden intrusion, and you took the opportunity to guide them to wrap around your waist. He flushed, stammering out an apology, but you wouldn’t miss this chance to tease him. 

“Look at you, Satoru.” You continued to scissor him, occasionally pulling out to slather your cock with his sweet-smelling slick. “I haven’t even put it in yet, and here you are, drooling like we’ve been at it all night. Messy cockslut.” 

“Your cockslut,” he whimpered, and it sharpened into a keen when you slowly drove forward to dip the head of your cock in his hole. It clenched around you greedily, and it felt incredible even with only the tip in, soft and wet and hungry, warmth oozing into you, making you burn with desire. What was even more incredible was the fact that Satoru was crying, tears spilling over red, flushed cheeks as he struggled to stay still for you, wanting to please, wanting forgiveness. “Hnngh… master…” 

He was right. Satoru was your cockslut. 

You leaned down to caress his wet cheek, the action only causing your cock to nudge deeper inside, the warm tightness nearly sending you into overdrive—making you moan. You had never been inside a hole this heavenly before. The snug stretch around your girth was insane, and if that wasn’t enough, his hole kept on fluttering and clenching around you, making delicious sensations bleed into you. 

So the myths were true, after all—succubi were demons crafted for the sake of providing pleasure. 

Your vision was growing hazy with lust, the heat in your belly growing. The pleasure was almost too much—but you held on. You would drain him before he drained you. 

Grabbing him by the thick of his hips, you buried yourself to the hilt in one go, and Satoru let out a wrecked cry, fingers bunching up the sheets at the sudden stimulation. His womb tattoo sizzled and pulsed obscenely, and you reached down to gently press your palm against it, making him whimper loudly. 

You didn’t know if you would be able to hold it in for much longer—with how the poor thing was squirming on your cock, sweet slick coating your cock with every thrust in and drive out, the carnal smell of it all making your appetite grow tenfold, making you want to strip him of all dignity and devour. 

“Satoru,” you murmured, thrusting forward, and he answered with a keening wail of your name. “It seems like… we have a rather eager spectator. Should we invite him inside?” 

“Wh-what…” Satoru said dumbly, whines interrupting his words as his eyes struggled to focus. “Spectator…?” 

“Yeah.” You grinned as he realised who you were talking about, stiffening and shaking his head with a cry. He wanted to have you all to himself for a little longer… you haven’t even cum inside him yet. This wasn’t fair. “Let’s see if he’s just as much of a cock-hungry slut as you are, mm?” 

You turned your head to the door. “Suguru. Come in.” 

The door hesitantly creaked open, and Suguru stepped inside. Immediately, the sweetness of aroused succubi intensified in the room, a clash between Satoru’s sugary scent and Suguru’s honeyed one making you dizzy with want. 

“Master,” Suguru swallowed, a red flush on his cheeks. He was dressed in a revealing dark purple night-robe, a ravishing complement to the long, black hair that cascaded down his shoulders. He looked at the two of you calmly, but you didn’t fail to notice the shine between his thighs, giving away how bothered he really was. “How long have you known?” 

“Quite a while. Get on the bed and prepare yourself,” you ordered, turning back to the other succubus who was currently grinding himself senseless on your cock, little whines and pleas plucked out with each desperate roll of his hips. “I’ll deal with you after I’m done with Satoru.” 

Suguru listened obediently, laying down on the bed on his back, night robe gracefully falling open to reveal his purple womb tattoo, already throbbing and glowing with heat and need. He reached down between his parted thighs, rubbing and pleasuring his hole while watching the two of you, soaking the mattress with how much slick he was producing. 

You turned back to Satoru, the sight of his red, crying face sending a jolt of heat straight into your abdomen. “What?” You grinned, gripping his waist and starting to thrust into his tight heat again. “I did warn you.” 

“S-so mean,” he sobbed, arching his back at the pleasure. He was whimpering again, warm walls hugging your length firmly every time you drove in, and you could tell he was getting close again, had been close before you had so cruelly stopped to indulge someone else. Satoru turned his head to look at the other succubus, their simultaneous pants and whines serving to make each other even more aroused, Satoru’s slick drenching your cock while Suguru’s messily dribbled all over his hand, obscene squelching noises like heavenly music to your ears. 

“Gonna cum,” you announced, and both of them answered you with needy, high-pitched whines, Suguru fingering himself to your thrusts while Satoru laid there, moaning and sobbing, reduced to nothing but a pliable body made to take and take and take. 

The latter blinked up at you with glossy eyes, tears dotting on his lashes and crying out lewdly while you continued to pound into him like a rabid animal. Satoru loved it, how rough and careless you were treating him, your gentle hands telling a different story as they caressed his face, the contrast of pain and pleasure making him shiver. No one had been able to satisfy him like this before. You were perfect for him. 

“Please… your cum…” he pleaded, laying a hand on his pulsating womb tattoo, begging for you to fulfil his only purpose in life—to be filled and bred like the dumb slut he was. “I w-want it inside…” 

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, his warm hole sucking you deeper in with every flutter, every clench, showering you in waves of stimulation to the point where it teetered between pleasure and pain. Just when stars began to float across your vision in hazy swirls, a sign that you were close to orgasm, you pulled out hastily, ignoring Satoru’s desperate, keening sob, yanking Suguru towards you by the hips before roughly plunging your cock into his needy hole. 

The startled moan that you pulled out from the other succubus was enough to drive you to the peak of your arousal, and you thrust a few more times before spilling into warm wetness with a loud, guttural groan. 

When you came to be, there were two kinds of noises rebounding in the room—Satoru’s cries and Suguru’s whines. 

“Master!” Satoru sobbed, bucking his hips into empty air as tears messily dripped down his face. 

“M-master,” Suguru whimpered, drooling and panting, stuffed so full of cum and cock he could barely speak. 

You moaned as you drew out from Suguru’s heat, watching as cum dribbled out from his puffy hole and onto the soaked mattress—and he let out a soft, needy whine, plugging two fingers inside himself to stop anything more from leaking out, as though to replace the fullness that he had felt before. You watched as he lay there shivering weakly, glowing womb tattoo tainted with streaks of white, and you realised that he had come just from you releasing inside him. 

You swallowed, feeling your cock fill out again. Suguru really was a good slut. Perfect, even. 

“Master…!” Satoru cried out again, gaze lingering on you and Suguru with an expression that could only be described as heartbroken, and you would feel sorry for him, if not for you catching sight of the softening cock resting against his heaving abdomen. The perverted thing had orgasmed from watching you cum inside someone else. If that wasn’t a sight. 

“I never promised you anything, Satoru.” You looked down at the mess you had created, smiling innocently. “Plus, Suguru’s a far better slut than you are, don’t you think? After all, he waited patiently for his turn to be bred, unlike you.” You slumped down onto the bed with a heavy sigh, turning to Suguru and patting your lap. “Sit on my cock, baby.” 

Suguru rubbed at his eyes, compliantly trudging over and straddling your waist, the length of your cock rubbing lewdly between his cheeks. He bit his lip, raising his hips until the tip of it nudged against his sore hole, the growing stretch more pleasurable than anything. Your cum turned out to be the perfect lubricant, and the intrusion was met with little resistance, allowing him to slowly sink down with a hungry whine. 

“F-feels so goood,” he slurred, his eyes rolling back as you bottomed out, making the both of you moan. He mindlessly rubbed at his stomach, right above his womb, where you had gifted him a baby. 

“See?” You looked at Satoru lazily, the poor thing watching in a mixture of arousal and frustration. “Suguru’s been so good for me. What have you done?” 

Satoru wanted to cry again at your demeaning tone. This was too much. You were being so mean to him, when he was trying his best to atone for his wrongdoings! He didn’t deserve this treatment, not one bit. If Suguru gets a baby, then he should get one, too. 

“I’m s-sorry,” he snivelled weakly. “Please, master… I promise I won’t ever misbehave again. I’ll be a good slut… I’ll do anything you want.” 

You smiled. “Anything I want?” 

He nodded, desperate. 

“Sit on my face and I’ll think about it.” 

Satoru wanted to protest, yank Suguru off your cock and ride it himself until you spurted heavy into his womb, showing you that he could please you just as much as the other succubus did, maybe even more. You were his, and naturally, your pleasure belonged to him as well. Suguru might be his best friend, but that didn’t mean Satoru liked to share his toys with him. But. . . if this was his last shot at gaining your forgiveness, then he would do whatever it takes to please you, even if it meant suppressing his needs for the time being. 

He scrambled over to where you were lying, carefully placing one knee on each side of your face, trembling with effort as he slowly lowered himself onto your face. He let out a soft, whiny keen as his position pressed his hole directly against your parted lips, and he struggled not to rut against your face—holding himself back from chasing after the addictive pleasure. 

You gently lifted him by the hips to breathe, before pressing a light kiss to the twitching hole. Licking around Satoru’s swollen rim in an attempt to loosen him up, you rolled your hips up into the welcoming warmth of the other succubus, jolting out an erotic moan. 

“You can start riding me, Suguru,” you muttered, closing your eyes and letting out a drawn-out moan as he gave a filthy clench around your length at the mention of his name. “Don’t hold back.” 

“Yes, master,” Suguru whined, rolling his hips against yours in smooth, circular motions, and you could feel the slick leaking out from his hole, smothering your length with the abundance of it, sweet and sleek and thick. The succubus rode you like he was made to do it, his cock slapping against his womb tattoo messily with every bounce, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure—letting out a stream of whimpers and pleas while his hole fluttered around you tirelessly, trying to get you to cum inside him a second time. 

You returned to your task at hand—giving a broad lick over Satoru’s dripping hole to gather some of his slick on your tongue, making him sob out a whine. It was sweet and intoxicating, addictive flavour melting in your mouth like sugar, and you couldn’t get enough—shoving your entire tongue into him before eating him out in earnest. 

And sweet lord, did he taste good. He was squeezing around you deliciously, releasing so much slick that it dripped all over your chin and down the column of your throat, making a mess. It drove you crazy. Before you knew it, you were making animalistic noises against his swollen entrance as you made love to it with your tongue, the vibrations making him croon with pleasure. And by now, you were sure that succubi slick had aphrodisiac effects, because with every mouthful that you swallowed, you found it harder and harder to control yourself, wanting to just give in to your arousal and take. 

“Please,” Satoru was sobbing loudly, feeling wet and loose and dirty, thighs trembling with little restraint as you lifted him up and down your tongue with ease, reaching so deep one would think you were trying to plunder his soul. “Gonna… gonna cum already…” 

“M-me too,” Suguru chimed in with a moan, hips growing wearier with every lift, his impending orgasm making him weak, the fullness of cock giving him the illusion of heaviness, and he held his belly as though he were pregnant already. 

You continued to pleasure the both of them the best you could, tongue curling inside Satoru with precision to press against his sweet spot until he was shaking and whimpering with overstimulation—while rolling your hips up to meet Suguru’s, feeling him needily clench around you every time you rammed up just right. 

You could feel yourself getting closer as well, the noises that your two obscene lovers were making serving to turn you on even more. Combined with the sinful pressure of Satoru’s sopping hole clenching around your tongue and the searing tightness of Suguru jumping on your cock, this was practically heaven. 

Reaching over to grip Suguru’s hips, you thrust up repeatedly into his tight warmth, leaving the other to ride your tongue on his own. You groaned your pleasure into Satoru’s hole, and the succubus answered with a keening cry of “Master!”, grinding down against your face with wild abandon. Both of their womb tattoos were glowing brighter than ever, screaming at you to breed them, take them, devour them—and you did just that. 

You rammed your hips up with a muffled shout, gripping Suguru’s waist so tightly you were sure it would leave dark bruises for days to come—unloading everything into his womb for the second time tonight—your seed, your love, your legacy. Suguru cried out loudly at the feeling of your cum filling him up, shuddering as his cock squirted all over the three of you—his stomach, your chest, Satoru’s back—while Satoru clenched around your tongue so tightly as his orgasm crashed over him like a hurricane, cumming all over your face and the mattress with a hoarse scream. 

You gasped for breath the moment Satoru slid off your face and collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, black spots swirling heavily in your vision—the aftermath of the most intense orgasm you’ve had in your entire life. Succubi—no, your succubi really were something. 

Suguru was too tired to even protest as your softening cock slid out from his sheath, dragging out a trail of slick and cum. Yawning, he shifted to lay on the bed on his stomach, mumbling “Thank you, master,” before his eyes drooped shut in exhaustion. You watched him fondly, reaching out to card a hand through his silky hair, before a soft, almost petulant whine caught your attention. 

Satoru was glaring at the other succubus with jealousy. Sure, he had gotten a mind-blowing orgasm out of it, but he wanted you filling him up until he felt bloated with your cum, wanted to be bred. 

You let out an amused laugh. “You want my cum that bad?” 

He nodded his head frantically. 

“Well, then…” You turned to where Suguru had fallen asleep, cum trickling out of his asshole and sliding down his perineum steadily. You guess it would be somewhat of a waste to just leave him be. “Since Suguru took your share for the night. . . there you go. Have a taste.” 

Satoru’s face was slightly pale when you turned back to look at him, a sick grin stretching at your lips. He didn’t question you, however, quietly crawling over until he was kneeling between Suguru’s legs. His heart was pounding, your words earlier that night replaying in his head again and again like mantra—a good slut listens to orders. 

Making eye contact with you, he poked his tongue out, slowly leaning down before giving the excess cum a tentative lick. . . and swallowed. 

You were sure those were hearts exploding in his eyes. 

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